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ED: I should have said earlier; if its not been fucking PC issues this  year; i have been exhausted in one of the worst tiredness I’ve ever had… any wonder I felt twice my paper age (this year 47 so going on 94) BUT this year tiredness has meant feeling often zero out 100 per cent… aah well now returning to the end of this day in question!  WITH TWO ANNES THE NEW ARRIVAL ANNE IN LISAS HOME IS CHANGED TO AMANDNA WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT Chapter 103 - last nine days in March 2026 – first full week in Suzy’s home of four new arrivals and Lisa’s home new arrivals too…  Thursday 27th March 2026 third part Bryony did indeed walk down Lisa’s new arrivals down two separate levels/stairs (like they had at Suzy’s’ own main home now three floors too, where she sleeps of course too! Lisa introduced herself and her family  in all the relevant details (not sisters elsewhere in Dundee or Luton)  with us more than happy to chat at any time being Me, jeff and a few other bigs  here (She will explain who everyone is  in total  by tapping everyone on head tomorrow morning at breakfast time so you can put a name to a face, as well as Suzy’s’ family who we take week about to stay Thursday lunch to Sunday dinnertime ; she is with us now till Sunday after dinner time and their Mummy Suzy or Daddy Jeff are more than happy to help if you fancy a different people to chat about things, they are all my family godparents and yours too! She explained their BFF and the details of Suzy’s family all names and the like too. She then did very similar to the previous two neglected arrivals appologsed for their parents actions (see Chapters 43 and 44 George and Amellia’s arrival and  Chapters 94 and 95 for Esmee and Annes arrival) , we do have more than enough food which you are welcome to take at any time  with her (explaining her there meals a day times) we have to keep fridge and freezer locked BUT just ask if you need anything, or if you need me or Steve my hubby/babies father. However they don’t mind what you call us, as long as its polite and respectful.  We will go through Rules an the likes later after your workers have gone; we will give you three the choice of food where we have Dinner tonight from (no need to decide now) then a few extra things you might need thereafter. But starting with Evelyn then Andrew then Amanda; tell us a bit about yourself, no need to be nervous kids okay? Doing as asked Evelyn stood up to say she  is in Primary 5 , middle name Anna,  I do like some cartoons and some reality TV,  walking along paths and  a bit of running, favourite colour is pink and favourite flavour is Strawberry. Andrew said he is in Primary 4,  middle was Bryan, loves video games and riding his bike , favourite colour is brown and  favour Lemon and Lime (combined). Finally was his little sister is Amanda, who explained she is in Primary 3, middle name is Stephanie who likes Bluey and Micky Mouse, sometimes walking and running with Evelyn, and also likes playing Video Games too. Her favourite colour was red with favourite flavour being Cherry. Between the three new arrivals they agreed on a McDonalds,  with more bigs and kids than you can shake a stick at was decided for a McDelivery for 17.30 (with Lisa and Suzy knowing all their kids orders off by heart! Liisa would get a few things from our local supermarket and a few wee surprise. They would return to school Friday ; with (Daddy) Steve dropping off as currently in a completely direction from our other kids BUT that might change  soon enough IF you like it here with us two!   The workers then left, and intending returning Monday 30th but with another one   booked morning  it was swapped for 14.00. They were shown various directions (playroom and everything else in home) with them being free to do what they liked, this afternoon only. Andrew asked permission to use the Trampoline (which he saw the way in) while his sisters had some time in playroom and the like, after getting assistance with drinks and snacks keeping them going. For the kids who had mobiles at Suzy’s side were told Lisa has three new kids , who they will meet later , with the others being advised when picked up by Suzy or Jeff! A few including Rose and Avril and Isaah (of those with no phones) most interested, with the others largely also looking forward to new faces.  Suzy’s family arrived after school; with not enough seats in Mumtrck 2 split Suzy and jeff, plus Byron’s SEN taxi and Lisas lot collected too with them all being introduced to Lisa’s Evelyn, Andrew and Amanda. All meetings went well and Suzy’s older arrivals were together chatting, with others in playroom / trampoline pending food arrival. Dinner (less than ten minutes away from Kingsway East Retail; Park) was a few minutes ahead of the arrival. They had it over two dining tables with Suzy’s lot too , and similar to those Suzy’s and Lisa’s kids arrival ; Lisa’s father / kids grandfather Brian Smith (well technically MBE and Doctorate too but keeping it simple for the new little ones) with meeting them all and explain he hopes all three of you love our home, to which we welcome you with open arms, with “Thanks Brian” was repeated by all three ! After the downstairs meeting earlier Lisa had indeed given the further gen by text messages after workers had left; forewarned is forearmed after all,  with him being more than happy AND Lisa getting praise for taking on more kids who a shitty start to their life.  .   In further irony they went to Asda Milton of Craigie (diagonally opposite McDonalds where the delivery came from BUT getting 28 kids and 6 bigs is easier said than done clearly as Suzy’s lot have to go over two cars alone!!) Lisa took three new kids for a few things including a few surprise and bonus toys and the like) getting a few other food stuffs and the like, while Steve chatted outside playroom with Suzy and Jeff catching up everyone’s news and family news, developer talk  / politics to which Suzy said that was her cue to do checks, changes and making sure everyone was hydrated slash babies fed, and the like! Upon Lisa’s return the three new arrivals were talked through the House Rules and the like, this included Jayden’s birthday the following day, with everyone loves a party (but not a Surprise party) they were VERY excited !!!, After that lot,  Lisa joined Steve, Suzy and jeff on the sofa too. After everyone’s bedtime, Lisa and Steve mused “lovely new set of older kids aren’t’ they?” Lisa said to Steve, before switching off bedside lights.

Not one of these  (though I have been looking for one for some time now - '69 specficially): Nor one of these (though given the chance, I would love to pet the big kitty!):   And then there's the kind that would bankrupt me in a hurry.... certainly not that either!

Taking her time she has a long shower before drying off and grabbing a pink dressing gown she puts it on before heading downstairs. ”wow it smells amazing babe, any luck on looking for job” i ask as i poor us both a glass of wine

Finally, what you've all been waiting for - Diapers! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER ELEVEN A few hours later, the sun hung lower in the sky as Rachel pulled into the crowded parking lot of the large grocery store.  They had already visited four other shops—mostly for her.  New blouses, skincare products, soft bedding, and decorative items for the apartment.  Through every store, Rachel had kept Matt close by her side, gently steering him with a hand on his back or wrist whenever he drifted even a few feet away.  Her voice had grown progressively sweeter, softer, and more maternal with every stop. Matt had drunk a large coffee during their first errand and a full soda with the quick lunch they grabbed between stores.  Now the pressure in his bladder had built steadily, but he clamped down on the urge, determined not to show weakness. Rachel popped the trunk and handed him several reusable grocery bags.  Then she lifted out a very large, new purse-like bag he had never seen before. It was soft canvas in a neutral beige, big enough to carry quite a bit.  She slung it over her shoulder without explanation. “Come along, sweetie,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him gently toward the entrance. “Stay right by me.” Inside the brightly lit store, Rachel selected a cart and immediately placed Matt’s hand on the side handle.  “Keep your hand right here,” she told him warmly. “I don’t want you wandering off.” The shopping took a long time.  Rachel moved slowly down every aisle, comparing brands, reading labels, and occasionally holding up items for his opinion.  “Do you like these, or the ones with the little stars?” she asked in that same patient, motherly tone.  Matt’s replies grew shorter as the pressure in his bladder increased. He shifted his weight from foot to foot.  Then crossed one leg slightly in front of the other.  The fidgeting started small but grew more noticeable.  His free hand clenched into a fist at his side.  The coffee and soda had done their work far too well. Rachel noticed immediately.  She watched his little potty dance with quiet satisfaction but said nothing at first, simply continuing to browse the shelves at a leisurely pace. Minutes stretched on.  The urgency built into a sharp, desperate ache.  Matt’s face grew flushed.  He pressed his thighs together when he thought she wasn’t looking, rocking slightly on his heels.  Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Finally, Rachel turned to him with gentle concern. “Sweetheart, do you need to go to the bathroom?” Matt shook his head quickly, jaw tight. “No. I’m fine.”  But his shifting feet, pressed knees, and strained expression told a completely different story. Rachel simply nodded and continued pushing the cart.  They moved into the next aisle.  The need grew worse.  Urgent, insistent, almost painful.  He could feel his control slipping.  His breathing became shallow.  The hand gripping the cart turned white at the knuckles. Rachel watched him carefully for another long moment, then asked in the soft, coaxing voice a mother uses with a struggling toddler, “Do you need to go potty, baby?” The phrase hit like a trigger. “Do you need to go potty” Matt’s mind shut off.  His body froze mid-fidget, eyes going wide and distant.  For one brief, horrifying second, everything simply… stopped. Then came the hiss. A hot, powerful stream flooded into his boxers, soaking through the fabric and darkening the front and crotch of his jeans in rapid, unstoppable waves.  The wet heat spread quickly down his legs, forming visible trails along the denim and pooling slightly in his shoes.  The hissing sound seemed impossibly loud to him in the quiet grocery aisle, though the ambient noise of the store mostly covered it.  A few shoppers nearby glanced over, their eyes widening as they registered the growing wet patch on the front of his pants and the small puddle forming beneath him. Matt stood paralyzed, face burning with crushing humiliation.  Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.  The confident salesman was gone, replaced by a grown man standing in a public grocery store, actively wetting his pants like a little boy who couldn’t hold it.  Shame crashed over him in heavy waves.  He wanted the floor to swallow him whole. Rachel’s expression remained one of tender concern on the outside, but inside she felt a deep, secret rush of satisfaction.  "Perfect," she thought, her pulse quickening with quiet triumph.  The programming had worked even better than she’d hoped.  She stepped closer, shielding him slightly with her body while gently rubbing his back. “Oh, sweetie,” she murmured softly, her voice full of loving sympathy.  “It’s okay. Accidents happen. Let’s get you taken care of.” Matt remained frozen in place, the warm wetness continuing to cool against his skin and the eyes of strangers lingering on his obvious shame. CHAPTER TWELVE Rachel guided a trembling, mortified Matt quickly through the store toward the family bathroom at the back.  She kept one arm around his shoulders, shielding him as best she could from curious glances.  The moment the door clicked shut behind them and she locked it, she turned to him with soft, motherly concern. “Oh, my poor baby,” she cooed gently, crouching down to untie his soaked shoes.  “It’s alright. These things happen. After your accident in bed last night, I thought something like this might happen today, so I came prepared.” Matt barely heard her.  Hot tears streamed down his flushed cheeks as he stood there sniffling, overwhelmed with shame.  He made no move to help as she removed his wet shoes and socks, then unbuttoned his shirt and peeled the damp jeans and underwear down his legs.  Piece by piece, she stripped him completely naked in the middle of the family bathroom, her movements efficient yet tender. She pulled a thick, foldable changing pad from the large purse-like bag and spread it out on the tiled floor.  “There we go. Come lie down right here on the pad, sweetie. Let me take care of everything.” Still crying softly, Matt obeyed and lowered himself onto the pad. Rachel knelt beside him, stroking his hair. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Mommy will take care of everything. Just relax and let me clean you up.” She took out a package of baby wipes and began gently cleaning his groin, bottom, and inner thighs with slow, thorough strokes.  There was no hint of arousal from Matt.  Only deep embarrassment and the lingering fog in his mind.  The cool wipes made him shiver as she wiped away every trace of the accident. Then Rachel reached back into the bag and pulled out a large, thick diaper printed with colorful cartoon animals and stars.  The moment he saw it, Matt’s eyes widened. “N-nooo!” he whimpered in a small, babylike voice. “No diapee! Pwease.” Memories flooded back all at once: his mother laying him down on the changing table as a boy, the crinkle of plastic, the smell of powder, the way she had patiently diapered him night after night for years.  The same helpless feeling washed over him now. Rachel ignored his objections. "Mommy has to diaper you, sweetie. You've had two big accidents in less than a day." "It will all be ok. Mommy will make it all better." "You'll be so much happier because you'll be protected from any more accidents." "Won't that feel nice, baby? No more worries about having an accident?" Rachel smiled lovingly and unfolded the diaper with a soft rustle. “Lift your bottom for me, sweetie.” Matt was heavily conflicted. Fearing the diaper, but feeling helpless to resist. And perhaps, deep inside, wanting the comfort the diaper offered. Sniffling and crying, Matt obeyed.  She slid the thick diaper underneath him.  The padding felt incredibly soft and cushioned against his skin.  She sprinkled a generous amount of baby powder over his diaper area, the sweet scent filling the small room, then brought the front up snugly between his legs. One by one, she fastened the four tapes, each one sounding final and secure.  Matt felt every tape seal tightly around his waist.  He was torn between the trapped, humiliating sensation of being taped into a bulky diaper like a toddler and the deep, comforting familiarity it brought.  The softness. The security.  The way it held him. Rachel helped him stand up.  From her bag she produced a thin pair of blue shorts and worked them up his legs.  They fit snugly over the diaper but did almost nothing to hide its bulk. The padding pushed out noticeably between his thighs and around his bottom.  The waistband of the diaper peeked clearly above the low-rise shorts.  She then pulled a brightly striped shirt over his head and smoothed it down. “There,” she said warmly, stepping back to admire him. “You look so cute like this.” "Mommy's cute little boy." Matt stood there in just the shirt and shorts, diaper crinkling with every small movement, tears still rolling down his cheeks.  Rachel looked at his soaked shoes on the floor and shook her head. “Those are ruined, I’m afraid.”  She spoke to him like a small child.  "You wait right here in the bathroom for me, okay? Be a good boy and don’t touch anything. Mommy’s going to find you something better for your feet. I’ll be right back.” Before he could respond, she gathered the wet clothes into a plastic bag, picked up his ruined shoes, and slipped out of the family bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her with a soft click. Matt stood alone in the bathroom, thick diaper crinkling softly, shorts riding up over the padded bulk, feeling smaller and more exposed than he ever had in his life.  

“Yeah of course, enjoy yourself. I’ll see what I can put together,” I say with a smile. The moment she’s gone a breath a small sigh of relief, thankfully she’s none the wiser.    I go to the kitchen, trying to scrounge together something simple. A pasta with a red sauce should suffice. I put the pot on the stove when I feel my phone buzz again, my face burning with annoyance at the texts condescending tone. I don’t even dignify it with a response, tossing my phone on the table as I shake my head. ”dammit… just gotta keep this secret,” I say as I try to focus on making Clare’s dinner, the nagging thought of being exposed ringing in the back of my mind