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Great chapter .With Martina things will be OK tomorrow .

This is over a year old but hiii

"M-Mom?", she turned around to see her mom. However, she noticed something very bizarre - Her mom appeared to be younger, around 25 years of age. But that wasn't the weirdest thing about her. She looked up to find out that her mom was now TWICE her size. At first Michelle thought she was somehow turned into a small child, but then she looked down at her body to see that her breasts and every other feature was still in place. She was still in her own body, but she was now under 3 feet tall! "What are you doing here NAKED?", she asked, "Where are your clothes?", Her gigantic mom said. She didn't, however, sound like she was angry. Michelle started to mumble, she already knew it wasn't a dream. Something is definitely wrong with this world, she thought. "I'll better take you home", her mom spoke again. "You don't look well". She slowly  picked Michelle up and held her against her body. Michelle was confused, but she  didn't try to resist since she was still preety drowsy from the slide. As her mom carried her over to the car, Michelle could see that they were leaving some play area filled with moms and children. However, none of them seemed to care about Michelle's state of undress. Like it was the most normal thing in the world to see a 17 year old teen naked in public.  Michelle looked around. Everything looked so much bigger. They passed some children who were playing in a sand box, at least they looked like children. As they got closer, Michelle noticed that they were teenagers in various ages. They  were all in her current size. All of them were dressed as babies or as toddlers, and all  of them were obviously diapered. It was at that point when Michelle started to understand what's the deal with this world. Michelle was in for another surprise when they arrived at the car - In her home world,  her mom had a rusty Ford fiesta which was made in the mid eighties, and spent every tuesday in the garage ever since. So you can probably guess the shock she was in when her mom opened the back door of a shiny black electric SUV. Her "new" mom sat her in the back seat while she pulled out a plastic covering and placed it on a child safety seat. "I don't have any more diapers with me, and I don't want you to have an accident and ruin your nice chair, so you'll have to sit on that plastic covering. I'll diaper you when we get home", she explained as she strapped Michelle into the child safety seat. "Diapers???", Michelle thought as her mom covered her naked body with a blanket. "She can't be serious... I'm not a baby...". However, she quickly realised that she may be a baby, at least on this world, when her mom pulled out a pink pacifier from her back pocket and handed it to her. "Here, you can suck on this while I'm driving", she said smiling. Having nothing better to do and not wanting to make her new mom suspicious, she slowly took it and put it in her mouth, and cuddled in her blanket. As they were driving home, Michelle looked out the window. She was amazed at what she saw. It was a sunny day and the weather was very nice, the streets were very clean. There were trees, wide parks, fountains, lakes... She noticed some nice buildings with unique roofs. They looked like those in Prague. Every person she saw on the streets seemed so happy, and why wouldn't he be? This had to be the most beautiful city she ever seen. It looked like a European city like Paris or Barcelona, but it was like LA, at least weather-wise. They drove by some big beautiful houses, Michelle wondered if this was Malibuo. "This can't be New York...", she thought. But she knew it is, she wondered if her mom was taking her up-states or something. Her mom stopped the car at a red light, and Michelle noticed the sign that said: "NYC, Welcome to the Bronx". She almost fainted right there. Finally her mom stopped the car next to the most beautiful house Michelle had ever  seen. Her mom smiled and said "Here we are sweety... Now let's go inside and put you in diapers before you pee all over the place" Michelle just blushed. "Oh, my God!", Michelle thought as her mom picked her up again, "WE ARE SO FUCKEN LOADED!!!" "Aren't you gonna lock the car mom?", Michelle mumbled behind her pacifier as they walked towards the door. "Lock my car?", her mom said, "Why would I want to do that?" "Because someone might steal it...?", Michelle said. Her mother just laughed. "You silly baby, why would anyone want to do THAT?" "I don't know who runs this city...", Michelle thought, "But he's sure better than Giuliany..." Michelle snuggled closer against her new mom. She really enjoyed this. She decided that as long as she's here, she might as well make the most out of it. Her mom shifted her to her left side and opened the door. Michelle was in such a shock, that she almost dropped her pacifier. This place was just so big! It was so unlike her filthy, one and a half bedrooms appartment. "First, let's get you into a diaper sweety", her mom said as she put Michelle down. "And maybe later you can play at the pool, wouldn't that be fun?" "The pool?", Michelle asked excitedly. She just couldn't believe her luck. "Yes, do you prefer the one inside or the one outside?" pause. "Would you excuse me for just one quick second?", Michelle asked. She calmly got out to the balcony and closed the see-through door behind her. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" When she got back in, her mom looked at her surprisingly, rasing her brow. "Sorry", Michelle said and blushed a little. "Just had to get it out of my system there..." Her mom just shrugged and said "Ok, now let's get you into a nice diaper, come  here...", she held her arms open. Michelle, realising what was accepted of her, walked  to her mom who picked her up again. As her mom carried Michelle to her room, Michelle hugged her mom's neck close.  She really enjoyed this, her real mom never had enough time to show her that kind of love and affection, not even when she was little. Michelle thought to herself that if she would have to wear diapers in order to keep getting this new-found affection from her "mom", then so be it. They approached a wooden door which had a sign on that said: "Michelle's Nursery". When they got in, Michelle looked around the room. It had the girliest baby crib with pink satin sheets and lacing all around it. Cute little bunnies on the walls, teddies, baby dolls and barbies all over the place. A pink changing table and pretty lace curtains all around a big window. Her mom laid her down on the changing table. Michelle was about to be diapered for the first time since she was two, and she got a little worried. Her mom started by sprikling baby powder all over her private area. It was then that Michelle saw that her pubic hair was gone. "How didn't I notice that before?", she wondered. Her mom squirted some baby oil into her hand, and started rubbing it into her skin and butt. Michelle thought it was weird being handled like that by someone looking so much like her real mom. Not only that but her "mom" looked like she was 25 again. Michelle was confused again. If she was still in her 17 year old body and was treated like a toddler, that would make her mom a child. So why was she an adult? Could it be that she just look like she's 25 but she's actually her real age? Michelle finally started to figure it out - In "her" world, teens grow in height, and their appearance and body features change as well.  Maybe on this world, the body features change first, and starts to slow down significantly when someone reaches a certain age. And only then the protuberance and the sexual puberty signs start to appear. That explains why she was now less than 3 feet tall and why her pubic hair was missing. The slide must have change her body features so she'll fit in this world. Her mom pulled out a disposable diaper. Michelle immediately noticed it was a  pamper, she recognized those because she used to babysit Mrs. Lopez's kids. She was her next door neighbor, every time Michelle saw her, she was somoking pot. "Lift up your legs, sweety", her mom said as she slid the diaper under her butt. She taped it at both sides, patted Michelle's now diapered behind, and said: "Ok honey, now let's get you something to wear".

Part 6 Terry came round unannounced and dad, as he would normally do, had told him I was in my room and to just come on up. I was lying out on my bed, fastening a pair of slinky red plastic pants over a lovely fresh thick fleecy nappy when he arrived. “Bloody hell mate!” He looked stunned as he took in my circumstances and then looked around at the piles of gear that covered just about every surface. “Oh, hi Terry,” I beamed, “just getting ready for the day. I’ll be with you in a minute.” “ERMMMM...” It was a long noise as shock seemed to take hold. “What the fu...?” I continued to fasten the silver press-studs down each side of the plastic and then smoothed them out. From my POV it is difficult to think that I liked plastic pants. It was even more weird that I now rely on them to maintain the security I need when wearing a nappy. I never thought I’d appreciate that something like a nappy cover could look or feel so fantastic. Those silver studs down the side make the material stand out and no matter what colour plastic... the items ‘pop’ with those eight silver poppers. They look almost military and I can imagine that if soldiers wore plastic pants, these are the ones they would wear. I’d joked in my review. “These are nice aren’t they?” I asked him but he was now lifting the pile of fabric nappies nearest to him and didn’t seem to believe what he was seeing. I looked at him wondering why he was so surprised, after all, I’d told him about my need for such stuff already so didn’t quite understand why he was reacting the way he was. “I told you I needed to wear a nappy because of my constant leaking...” “Yer, yer, but you never said...” He seemed even more lost for words as he held up a pair of lovely baby blue vinyl pants with little rabbits all over them. “They’re my favourites,” I smiled, “well amongst quite a few others.” He checked out the tubes of lotion, canisters of powder and looked disdainfully at my selection of ducky pins and colourful dummies before fingering his way through a pile of colourful (if childish) disposables. “Oh Johnny, Johnny, Johnny... whatever happened to you?” He was holding a fleecy nappy in his hand as he shook his head still in disbelief. “Nothing,” I proudly told him, “this is what I need to keep me from dripping everywhere...” “But what are you anxious about now the exams are over?” I could see he didn’t understand but there again, nor did I, because the truth was, although my anxiety over the exams was real I had no idea why it had gotten worse and I was still leaking in my pants (well nappy). “But didn’t the doctor give you some pills or something to, you know, sort it out?” Terry still seemed sceptical about the entire scene. “No, he just banished Bruce from my bedroom for some reason but I still wet... mind you it has only been a couple of days... erm... nights.” “But all this,” his eyes wide and unconvinced, “isn’t it a bit much?” He paused again before getting his second wind. “I mean for fucksake... this is... fucking ridiculous.” He just couldn’t comprehend the amount of stuff I now had. I thought it was all needed, I think he thought I’d returned to being a baby. “Well,” I saw he wanted more of an explanation, “since I started needing nappies to sleep in I’ve also been doing reviews of the products that a company keep sending me. Apparently, my reviews are making a difference to others who have anxiety issues...” “Well, I have anxiety issues but I’d never wear a bloody nappy to take care of it.” He seemed resolute in that opinion but didn’t latch on to the fact that I’m reviewing these products. “Yes, well, I had the same thoughts until my bed-wetting got so bad and I needed help. That help came when I started wearing protection...”  “Christ John,” Terry interrupted, “you’ve more stuff here than my baby cousin... even his baby pants aren’t as childish as these.” He held up another rather cartoony pair of my other favourite vinyl pants. “What have your mum and dad reduced you to... a fucking little baby?” I didn’t like the fact he was calling out mum and dad, or that he was dismissing the things I required to keep my wetting in check. “I’M NOT A BABY,” I screamed like a little kid would, “You’re not being fair I need this stuff because it helps me.” I sulked, again, just like a little kid. “I’m sure no one needs all this but they are having an effect. You’re acting like a two year old.” There was more than a little bit of an accusation in his voice. I wasn’t ready for him to have a go and it hurt that he seemed so definite about something he knew nothing about. He’s my best friend, I shared this with him, why was he being nasty? I was holding back tears because I thought he’d understand but... “Well, I don’t think I am... so there.” I pouted in my defence. The anxiety suddenly rocketed and I could feel pee spurting into the front of my newly applied protection. “You’re not being nice.” I whimpered under his look of superiority. “It’s not my fault that my bladder leaks so much these days.” I could hear the childish tone to my voice but I couldn’t stop myself. “Maybe not but all this you have to admit...” again Terry’s eyes scanned the mounds of stuff that the pharmacist and company had sent, “is a little too childish for someone our age.” He saw me inadvertently rub the front of my plastic pants. “Have you just wet yourself?” I wasn’t sure if he was accusing me or if he was guessing but I could feel my dick surrounded by warmth so couldn’t deny it. I nodded. “Oh Johnny, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to have a go it’s just, well, it’s all a bit of a shock.” He came over to be near me looking guilty because I was upset. That was the Terry I knew... the one who was a true friend and, despite having fun at my expense, understood. “It’s okay, I s’pose, now I need all this stuff it doesn’t bother me.” I rubbed my bulging slippery pants. “I’m afraid you, you know, having a go upset me a bit and I peed.” He looked on not really sure what to say. “This is what it’s been like - I get nervous or upset or anxious and, you know, before I now it I have wet pants. I can’t explain it. I can’t stop it. I can’t do anything except put up with it, sorry.” Although that might have been true at the beginning I didn’t tell him that now I wear a nappy I don’t even think about it, I just let go. Although mostly I don’t know I’m doing so... sometimes I do. “No, it’s me who should be sorry, I just wasn’t prepared for all this or how it affects you so, um, yes, um, I’m sorry too.” Terry looked slightly ashamed but still wasn’t sure what all the trappings were about. I tried to tell him the upside of all this. “You see all this stuff?” I said leaping up and like a kid with a new toy proudly showing him all the different things I had, “The people who supply it want me to comment on what it’s like to wear, you know, the pluses, the drawbacks, that type of thing...” I saw he was looking back at me still not quite comprehending any of it. Mind you, I was still only wearing a thick (and wet) fabric nappy and my super plastic pants. “Well, they tell me my comments and reviews are being seen by others, like me, who have a leak or anxiety problems. Because Terry, you may not believe it, but I’m not the only person our age who needs to wear a nappy.” I could see again that he wasn’t sure or whether he actually believed me but I continued. I held up a particularly fluffy fabric nappy. “Take this for instance,” He visibly shrunk away. “Not so long since I would have screamed blue murder if anyone had suggested I wear something like this,” I held it against my cheek and rubbed it gently against my skin, “but now I simply can’t get enough of the lovely softness...” “Softness?” He queried suspiciously, obviously wondering what medication I was on. “Yes, feel.” I held it out for his inspection and eventually, tentatively, he reached out and touched it. “Hmmm,” was his only comment and could see he wasn’t convinced. “Look, I wet mainly at night so to keep the bed dry and any pee contained I wear one and a pair of these plastic pants.” “Like my baby cousin,” he chuckled. I wasn’t sure if he was beginning to understand but I also knew I was still acting like an eager little kid showing off his Christmas presents. “Well, maybe but, they’re so comfortable that I fall asleep easily and don’t have the worry of waking up to a soaked bed, which isn’t nice for me, or the pile of laundry I’d be making for mum.” He sort of shrugged, which I saw as a good thing, at least he wasn’t bolting for the door. He was listening to what I was saying and cautiously inspecting other clothes that I wore like the footed sleeper and the various colourful onesies. “Now, as I’ve had this problem a while, mum (I didn’t mention the pharmacist at the time) enrolled me in a programme so we get this stuff cheaper and all I have to do is give my opinion on it. They love the fact that they have real people commenting and offering suggestions... and it’s not just some focus group.” “Really, so what about these?” He held up a teddy bear and one of my dummies, which he quickly tossed back down onto the dresser as if he might catch something. “Well, the teddy was just a promotional thing but he’s so sweet and lovely to cuddle.” “Lovely to cuddle... hell John... do you hear yourself?” He looked sorry for me but his eyes landed on one of my new onesies and shrugged. “The company liked my earlier comments and before I knew it they were asking me what I thought about everything they were developing for the incontinent teen”. “Bloody hell! They’re making kiddie stuff for teenagers. I mean, for fuck sake what the hell do onesies or, or those...” he noticed one of my fuzzy footed sleepers, “have to do with teenage incontinence?” He had me there but I just smiled as if it wasn’t an issue. “They’re producing a brand with all sorts of clothing for... well... you know...” But he didn’t. I picked up one of the dummies. “These are exceptional, they relieve any concerns and on top of that... they taste fantastic.” I popped one in. “Oh bloody hell mate... you’ve got to be bloody joking.” “Actwerly, ith takth abay uny anthieth...” I spoke around the plastic soother. “WHAT!” I didn’t bother replying I just offered him a different one to suck. “Not on your...” he shook his head and backed away. “Swerdy-cath, swerdy-cath...” “For fuck sake John, stop acting like a little kid... and I’m not a scaredy-cat but I ain’t sucking on nothing.” “Swerdy-cath, swerdy-cath...” I whispered and cajoled trying to annoy him whilst I kept the offered new dummy in the palm of my hand. I could see him struggling with wanting to be my friend and finding this entire situation too bizarre to contend with. It was a strange feeling because, whilst we’re the same age, at that moment I felt he was a lot older than me and I shouldn’t be aggravating this grown up. Also, my nappy was soaked and I could feel the weight making my plastic pants sag but I still maintained the offer. “I’m not taking that, so forget it.” He insisted but didn’t leave the room. I removed my soother and a large dribble of spit hung from my mouth to it. “I have to tell you Terry, these taste fantastic... this one,” I held up the one I’d been sucking, “tastes of apple. This one,” the one I was offering to him, “tastes like pineapple but I guess, if you’re too afraid to try it... you’ll never know.” Now I know this seemed like a juvenile approach to getting my friend to at least try the thing, and guys our age wouldn’t normally be so easily coaxed to even attempting it but Terry is my friend and suppose thought he should see for himself. “Okay, I’ll give it a lick,” he took it from my hand and tentatively rubbed it against his lips. “Give it a good suck,” I encouraged, “and you’ll taste the flavour after a few...” he licked at it suspiciously but then popped it in, “Yes that’s it, a few deep sucks.” I watched him try and to begin with it brought a grimace, but then the pale yellow plastic dummy shield in the middle of his face began oscillating under his nursing technique. I kept encouraging him to suck harder and eventually the frown lessened and the sucking became a lot smoother. He settled into a steady rhythm and came and sat down next to me on the bed. Without saying anything else we soon synchronised or slurping and lay out side-by-side to enjoy the relaxation our FruitiZuckers were offering. No wonder babies are always sucking on their dummies. It felt terrific. # I’m not sure how long we lay there as we both seemed to drift off into our own little realm. I lay there and quite unashamedly stroked the front of my slippery plastic covered bulging padding and enjoyed the sensation that resulted. At one point Terry just watched what I was doing and smiled, then from behind his sucking nodded and said. “A sha’pose ay thuit oo,” and joined in by gently sliding his hand over the warm plastic surface. “Shat’s niche n scmoove.” Both of us had no inhibitions and were enjoying the moment, his hand lingered. I loved the attention but soon he was back to eyes closed and sucking, also I could tell he was appreciating whatever it was he was thinking about. He had a sort of smile behind his dummy and like me was giggling and wriggling around. I half expected him to rip off his clothes and join me wearing a nappy but instead, he cuddled in closer and manoeuvred my position so that we were spooning. I could hear the soft slurping of his pineapple binkie in my ear as he slowly jiggled himself against my plastic coated protection. It felt both weird and wonderful at the same time but I have to confess, my head was elsewhere and I returned to the dream-world I’d been in before, where cartoon toddlers like me were joyously playing with other cartoon creatures. What was really quite bizarre - it was my plastic pants I could see on the dresser that ‘came to life’ and began to take over the room, which then engulfed me and Terry and a host of other friends and strangers in play. I think we must have both dropped off because the next thing to happen mum was shaking us awake. She appeared surprised that we both had dummies in our mouths and that I was wearing an obviously soaked nappy. “Erm, just letting Terry know about these dummies and how great they taste... not sure they’re for him though.” As I saw him awkwardly pull it from between his lips... although he still had an embarrassed smile on his face. Mum just said that there were more friends at the door wondering where we’d got to as Terry had earlier agreed to meet them over an hour ago. We shook ourselves awake, Terry pocketed his FruitiZucker and I found a pair of loose shorts to pull over my nappy. We were zipped up and ready in moments as we joined the guys waiting in the hall way. # As we walked and talked there was no getting away from the fact that both Terry and I were not really aware of what was going on. Of course we recognised our mates and smiled and added the occasional word but our heads were still back in the bedroom. I mean, I was hardly hiding my padding (soaked padding at that) under my shorts but that fact didn’t seem to bother me much. Terry kept patting my padded bum and chuckling as if he was in on a terrific joke. I could see his hand in his pocket and I assumed, like me, he was keeping his fingers wrapped around the FruitiZucker in case it was needed in a hurry. In fact, I think he was missing it’s relaxing properties... it really made you feel pleasantly carefree when in situ. When one of the guys from our little group asked if I was wearing a nappy I happily pulled down my shorts to reveal the full bulk and explained, whilst giggling to myself, that the slinky red pants were the latest design from Armani, which set Terry off snickering as well. “What the fuck’s going on between you two,” Gary, who by a month is the eldest of our team, looked astonished at my revelation. “Is this some kind of game... or dare?” “No, sorry Gary, not the case.” I was still smiling and had my arm around Terry who was chuckling about something though I wasn’t sure what, “I have become quite inconitent, erm, incompit, huuummm, I piss myself... so... have to wear all this to stop from leaking all over the place.” “Fucking hell,” the lad’s chorused, picking up on the fact that my shiny plastic pants had little bright silver poppers running down the side. “He’s wearing a fucking nappy like a fucking toddler!” The voices were of disbelief, horror and the need to get away from that person - in case what was wrong with him was contagious or something. Perhaps unsurprisingly, our little group dispersed, well, the lads left me and Terry and mumbled various comments about weird, babyish and complete twats (amongst other more memorable, if less flattering, terms). “You need your nappy changing.” Terry observed now he could see the wet bulk dragging down my plastic protection. “Are you going to do it?” I cheekily asked. “Fuck off ya dozy twat...” and clapped me encouragingly on my padded seat, where his hand dawdled a little longer than perhaps it should, as we made our way home. # All the way back there was a stirring in the soaked material as Terry and I chatted about some TV programme we’d been watching. I could hardly concentrate on what we were talking about as my cock became quite uncomfortable caught up in the soggy padding and I was desperate to whip the thing off and give my stiffening dick some freedom. I was slightly disappointed when Terry said his goodbyes and left me at my door whilst he went off home. I popped in my soother and got the apple hit straight away and immediately felt better. Still, I was having feelings that I wasn’t sure I should be having although the strange thing was, I also felt like I was a little kid and just wanted to play. I would have liked my best mate to come up to my room and for us to have some fun on computer games like we used to when we were ten. Sitting on the floor after school or at weekends, side-by-side and nudging each other as we attained another level. Then, those older, easier games were exciting, I wasn’t sure why I suddenly craved a return to those times. In recent years I’d got my entertainment from ‘shoot ‘em up’ video games, which I enjoyed playing both alone and online with mates. However, I suddenly got it into my head to try and search for my older games, the ones I played with as a kid – Lego, Hot Wheels, my Dinky Toys and dinosaur collection. For some reason they held more appeal so asked mum where they all were. She said they might be some things still in the attic but most had been given away to my younger cousins or thrown out. I was almost in tears at the thought that I’d not be able to find anything. Up in the attic, which I hadn’t been into for ages, I was surprised to find it such a treasure trove of stuff mum and dad had kept. Cases and boxes, some labelled, filled with clothes, vinyl albums by bands long gone, photo albums, magazines, books and an eventual box with John’s Stuff written in thick green felt-tip pen. It was taped shut, so hadn’t been examined in the recent past, but wondered just what items had been kept on my behalf because I had no idea of its existence until that moment. I gingerly opened it and the first things I noticed were a selection of my stuffed toy animals, some I’d forgotten all about until this revelation when their presence in my childish life came flooding back. I held each one and cuddled it, thinking – how could I have thrown you out? – but that wasn’t all. Mum had kept a load of my baby clothes and paraphernalia (which I suppose all mothers do) and some of my drawings from when a toddler. There was also some of my school reports from when I’d just started and loads and loads of toys I thought had long gone; some, like the Dinky toy cars I inherited from dad. As a kid he’d been an avid collector and, I don’t know why, he had kept them from his childhood for me to appreciate, which I had done. Thankfully, my Lego was still in the box, as were my collection of dinosaurs. It was funny, once as a kid I’d be able to name all the dinos (even if I couldn’t spell them) but now I only knew a couple of their actual scientific names. I heard mum calling so I wandered back downstairs. “I thought we’d lost you... you’ve been up there so long.” “Really,” I countered, “It’s only been a few minutes...” I argued because that’s what it had felt like. “Three hours.” Mum was definite as she tapped her watch to emphasise I was wrong and that my tea was on the table. She was right because I’d gone up early afternoon and it was now around 5pm. Where does time fly when you’re off exploring? However, she looked surprised. # “Barney... I haven’t seen him in quite a while.” She smiled at my sudden embarrassment because I hadn’t realised I was still hugging one of my toddler favourites, Barney the Bunny. “Erm, yer, ummm,” I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t hugging him so I made more of it and hugged him even tighter as if I was proving a point to mum. “I’d forgotten how soft and floppy he was... he was made to just cuddle don’t you think?” and offered him for her to feel. She was chuckling as she turned to get something off the stove, “I believe you... now... how about some fish fingers?” Oddly perhaps but that had been one of my favourite meals since I was little and even now still got very happy when mum served it up. A pile of chips, a few garden peas and six cod fish fingers... an absolute treat. Whilst mum busied herself with the washing machine I took in this gloriously colourful display and dribbled on the finishing touch... a few artistic blobs of Heinz tomato ketchup to dip everything in. It felt weird, like I’d been transported back to the very first time I’d had this particular treat. I was three at the time and mum had cut up a couple of fish fingers and the chips, scattered a few peas around and presented them in my Disney bowl. I had no idea what it was but, using my fingers, eagerly shovelled them in my mouth and was instantly hooked. Food had never tasted so good and I wanted them all the time, sometimes even throwing a little paddy if I didn’t get my own way; mum very rarely gave way to my temper tantrums so the tasty treat was just that, an occasional treat. Now, here I was, cutting up my meal into small bitesize pieces, with my favourite childhood stuffed animal chum and using my fingers to offer it to him as I’d done as a toddler. For that moment I was back there in time and was excited by it all. Then mum returned and saw her looking at me in a suspicious way and I instantly stopped what I was doing. However, a guilty shiver had run through my body and a rush of nervous pee spurted into my already well-soaked padding. “What on Earth are you doing?” She asked with a worried look on her face. “Ermmm, just having fun.” I tentatively replied. “Thought he might like something to eat seeing as he’s been in the attic all this time.” I saw mum’s eyebrows arch and shrug as if ‘I should have known’... thankfully the worried look disappeared. Perhaps that was a good enough excuse. However, for a brief moment, in my head, I had been back to being that three year old... and at sixteen I had a sopping wet nappy to prove it. # I sat there finishing my meal, mum opposite with a piece of ‘crustless quiche’ as she was on a bit of a diet, dad not back as he was working late and I could feel the warmth of my wet nappy pooling around my crotch. “What are you planning to do with Barney?” Mum asked. “Well, I thought I’d bring the box down and go through everything... there were some toys in there I hadn’t seen for ages and perhaps wouldn’t mind one last play before... you know... I’m too old.” “I thought you were too old now, that’s why it’s all boxed up and in the attic.” “Yer, but, well, poor Barney here looks happier here with us than being hidden away in the attic. Poor guy has feelings you know.” Mum chuckled, “Well in that case...” and left it at that. So I now had permission to bring the box down and have a damned good rummage around. # It was weird, I’d been wearing the soggy nappy now for the best part of the day and it hadn’t bothered me. In fact, I’d felt the thickness, the dampness and the material bunching up but the plastic pants seemed to keep it (and me) all under some sort of control. I don’t know if I just wasn’t bothered or was waiting for an ‘adult’ to make the decision for me! However, before I went back up to the attic I thought it was probably time for a change and returned to my room and intentionally sought out the nappies and pants that Terry had been inspecting. Once they’d been collected I went to the bathroom, shrugged off the soggy nappy and put it in the ever popular bin, gave myself a really good service wipe down, lotion and powder before delighting in slipping the thick fleecy material Terry had touched under my bum. I don’t know if I’d adopted a special regime to the way I prepared my nappy but this procedure became something special. It felt glorious to be wrapped in the soft fluffy fabric whilst thinking of my best mate. Then I wriggled in contentment as I grabbed the plastic pants with the teddies all over them and slowly pulled them up my thighs and over the thick material. As I ran my hands over the glossy bulkiness I had to admit the entire process was rather fantastic. Things developed. So, took some time to sort that out before I ventured back up into the attic and retrieve what I hoped would be a box of interesting stuff to keep me occupied in a different way. # tbc #

"Sliders" By Tali "In the 19th century, two British scientists made an amazing discovery," said the teacher, reading out loud from the physics textbook. "moving a magnet near a  loop shaped conductor causes an electric inflow in the loop..." High-school junior Michelle Williams yawned in the classroom. She sat next to her desk, laid her chin on her wrists and tried not to fall asleep. She already knew all that.  And why wouldn't she? Electromagnetisem is one of the easier fields in physics, and  when it came to that, Michelle was a real expert. She wasn't a nerd or something, she was just very good at physics, that's all.  "...So a magnetic field can be caused not only by a magnet, but also by an electrically  charged partical in motion," Came back the teacher's voice, which brought her back to  attention. "Which causes the Lentz force", Michelle thought, yawning again. "That field causes a radial electromagnetic force, which is also known as the Lentz  force", continued the teacher. Michelle thought she was going to be the first person  ever to die out of boredom. Luckily, the bell rang, indicating the end of the final  lesson for that day, talk about saved by the bell. "OK, your homework for the vacation is chapter seven and the work sheets I handed, I  wish you all a nice vaction, I'll see you in a week. dismissed" Ms Johnson said as everyone headed towards the door. "Now, Scott, Michelle, can I see you for a moment?", The two teens reluctantly approached their teacher. "I understand you'll be working with Professor Berg this  week", "Yes Ms Johnson", they said. "Okay, so good luck with that. I'm sure you'll study a lot from him, he's a real genius". "Sure he is", Michelle thought to herself as Ms Johnson left, "That's why YOU are only reading the textbook he wrote while HE is doing some actual work. The only thing YOU know is how to give homework". Scott gave Michelle a gloomy look. At 6'2" she was taller than him by a head. He watched as she tied her silky blonde hair in a bunch. Scott sighed and picked up his black Nike schoolbag, put his shiny sunglasses on and said "Okay Michelle, are you coming?". Whenever she stood next to Scott, Michelle always felt how sloppy she is. Michelle had to wear her older sister's hand-me-downs, clothes which her mother bought in dimes long long ago. She even had to wear Emily's old sneakers, which were so tattered and dirty than even the washing machine couldn't clean them entirely. Michelle washed and ironed all her clothes; her mother never had enough time. Her mother wasn't even at home most of the time. They didn't live in extreme poverty, but they were "white trash", nonetheless. She gave Scott's new designer's clothes an envious look and sighed. However, despite the envy, they were good friends. Michelle was the only person in the class who didn't call Scott "Wolfgang", a nickname which was given to him because of his German ethnicity. As a matter of fact, Scott didn't know anything about Germany nor did he understand German. His granfather immigrated to the USA just after the Nazis won the elections in 1933, and that's it. "So I'll see you in the university in a couple of hours", said Scott while Michelle got on the bus. "Why don't you stay at my place?", Michelle said, "It's closer to the campus". Scott was only at her place once, and if it hadn't been for Michelle, he would have been robbed. Twice. "Nah, I think I'll pass...", he said. "My mom's expecting me anyway...". Michelle gave  him a funny look as the bus doors closed. "My mom's expecting me anyway...", he imitated himself as the bus drove away. "What the hell was I thinking?". As she got off the bus, Michelle passed the neighborhood basketball court. Derek was  there again. "Does this guy EVER go to school?", she wondered. "Yo white bread, how 'bout a little 'one-on-one'?", he asked, passing her the ball. "Nah, I really gotta go", she replied, passing it back. "So you be chickening out on me again, huh Michelle?". She stopped and smiled. "You know I can kick your black ass anytime". "Not anymore you can't", he said. "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?". He simply pulled out a 5$ bill. "Oh, what the hell", Michelle said, "10 points, no bounds, anything goes. Your ass is mine!". 7 minutes later the game was over. "10-6, not bad Derek", Michelle said, "Not good enough though, you just never learn", she continued as she took the money and left. "That white chick is one hell of a gal", he thought, "She can still cream out any brother in the hood". Michelle opened the small appartment's door. Her mother wasn't there, as usual. She undressed and took a quick shower. When she got out she grabbed a bite and looked at the clock. "Oh, shit!", she thought, "I'm late!" When she got to the physics lab in the university, Professor Herman Berg and Scott were already there. In fact, they were then only people there. "You're late...", said Professor Berg. Being German himself, didn't like it when people were late. Professor Berg was a tall person in his early 40's. A little chubby, your typical absent-minded physics professor. "I'm sorry Professor", she said. "Well, come join us. I was just explaining the experiment we'll be doing today to Scott". Michelle was surprised. Usually when they worked with Professor Berg they just carried stuff around, xeroxing material from the library and stuff like that. She qickly sat down next to Scott and listened. "Have you ever heard about the parallel-worlds theory?", The Professor asked. "Yes", Scott said, "There is an infinite number of dimenisions and therefore there is an infinite number of parallel worlds where it's the same year and you're the same person, but everything else is different". "That's right", he said, "Well, today you'll help me prove it's not just a theory". Michelle and Scott were in shock. "You mean that's possible???", Michelle asked, "But how?" "Simple", he said, "Teleportation". Scott and Michelle stared at each other, not  believing what they've just heard. "You see," The Professor continued, "Until recently, physicists had all but ruled out  teleportation, in essence because all particles behave simultaneously like particles and like waves. The trick was this: they presumed that to produce an exact duplicate of any one particle, you would first have to determine both its particlelike properties, such as its position, and its wavelike properties, such as its momentum-" "But it's not possible because it'll violate the-", Michelle cut him off. "I know, I know", he said. He hated to be cut off. "You didn't let me finish. Doing so would violate the Heisenberg uncertainty principle of quantum mechanics. Under that principle, it is impossible to ever measure wave and particle properties at the same time. The more you learn about one set of characteristics, the less you can say about the other with any real certainty". The Professor paused a little and continued. "In 1993, though, an international team of six scientists proposed a way to make an end-run around the uncertainty principle. Their solution was based on a theorem of quantum mechanics dating to the 1930s called the Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen effect. It states that when two particles come into contact with one another, they can become 'entangled'. In an entangled state, both particles remain part of the same quantum system so that whatever you do to one of them affects the other one in a predictable, domino-like fashion. Thus, the group showed how, in principle, entangled particles might serve as 'transporters' of sorts. By introducing a third 'message' particle to one of the entangled particles, one could transfer its properties to the other one, without ever measuring those properties". "That made teleportation possible only for photons", he said, "But about a week ago I found out a way to make it possible for any other particle, including human-beings, I've given it the scientific name 'Quantum Translocation', but I like to call it 'Sliding' ". "So how does it work -", Scott said, "You just slide from world to world? This is SO cool!". "Well, basically yes, but...". "Here we go...", Michelle rolled her eyes. "I knew there was a 'but' ", said Scott. "Theoretically, some problems may occur - For instance, it's impossible to alter the  constant mass in a certain universe. And by sliding, one will affect the constant mass. Not significantly, but enough to suck this whole universe into the sliding vortex, causing it to collapse". "Oh, shoot! We wouldn't want THAT to happen, would we?", Michelle said. Scott started laughing, but when he saw the stern expression on the Professor's face he coughed. "Well, no. That's why I tried to keep the vortex as little as possible, and limited the time you can spend on each parallel world to up to one week, but the time changes automatically and depends on the world's quantum stability amongst other parameters". "The sliding vortex can cause alter your body so it could fit in its destination world. for instance, it the gravitational constant in some world is very low, your body would gain mass, and if the people on this world are gigantic, you body would grow as well in order to fit in". "Now, I'm going to get myself a cup of coffee, and when I'll get back we'll get started". The Professor left. Michelle was getting bored. "What's taking the professor so long?", she thought as she picked up a metal ball from the Kinematics display and started tossing it from hand to hand. "Hey Scott!", she said, "Catch!", she threw it at him. Unfortunately, he was off-guard,  he turned around to see the ball almost hitting his face. He managed to duck. The ball hit a button on the big machine the professor said was the sliding machine. Suddenly a bluish vortex opened as if from nowhere, sucking Michelle and Scott into it. Michelle woke up, feeling a little drowsy. She found out was lying next to a tall tree.  She shook her head a little as she felt a cool breeze against her body. Her naked body. "Wha-?", she quickly got up, trying to find her clothes. They weren't there. Neither was Scott. "There you are young lady!", she felt someone very big grabbing her wrist. Someone  with a very familiar voice.