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I keep a nappy and pants at the bedside and often wake before 2hr needing a wee, decide whether to use the toilet or pick up a nappy and pants, head to the bathroom, holding on whilst taping up, pull on the cover pants... then have the first good wee in my nappy before going back to bed. To use the toilet would be missing that glorious warm experience in my fresh nappy. I wake 3 or more times briefly enough to relax, wet my nappy and repeat, with each wetting making it feel more comfy and snuggly as it's resulting warm front moves further in my nappy and over sensitive parts of my body. 

I just got a couple bottles again after not having any for a while and the privilege they offer is so great. I got home from work and heavily soiled my diaper and sat in it for about an hour before my wife got home. I went and greeted her and we kissed for a few seconds and she didn't mention anything about my dirty diaper. She does NOT like seeing or smelling dirty diapers, so devrom really helps me be a dirty diaper boy a lot more often.

PART THREE Roberta knew that her mother and Patricia Harrison both had a lot of stuff to catch up from with their jobs. She also knew that Alice had a lot of packing to do. She walked up to the Children’s clothing shop. She had an idea Roberta’s hopes seemed practical. She was even more pleased when a lady came in with a particularly chubby 3 year old. The clerk at the shop was able to find reins fitting the fat little guy. The clerk assured Roberta that they had other items that would be needed. The other adults agreed with Roberta’s idea. She went on her own to make one purchase, which she left at Patricia Harrison’s home. They had lunch at Patricia’s. The neighbors lived in what had once been a single rather large house. On one side a smaller house had been created. This suited the needs of Patricia Harrison, Diana, Eloise and Beatrice. This worked especially well as much of Mr Harrison’s work was overseas. The other half of the large house became two apartments. Each was just about adequate for a single parent/guardian and one child. Roberta had some news for Deedee at lunch “Eloise has agreed to help with Beery’s potty training. From what happened at school yesterday Deedee also needs some help in that area. So Diana and I will help Deedee. So we need to get Deedee some new clothes.” Alice gave Roberta some money. Diana held one of Deedee’s hand and Roberta the other. She was walked to the kids clothing store. “Have you got any training panties which would fit this young lady? She has been having quite a lot of accidents.”  The shop was rather full. Deedee felt very embarrassed. She could do nothing to resist this new indignity. Roberta purchased six pairs of pink and white terry cotton training panties designed for plumper toddlers and children who were slow at potty training. Roberta took Deedee into the changing room.  Deedee was aware of the thickness of her new underwear as she was walked home. There was further bad news for Deedee. “Deedee you know Beeby is a LITTLE girl. People know it is hard for very little people to cope with the potty. So of course as soon as she needs the potty she will go on it. However Deedee is a rather bigger girl. People expect a bit more. So your potty training will be a bit harder. “Firstly every two hours you will drink a pint of fluid. Secondly although you need to tell your babysitter when you need the potty you may have to wait until people are not busy. Can you manage that little one?” There was nobody else on the sidewalk to hear this humiliating information. Still Deedee felt very embarrassed.  Deedee arrived home. Roberta told her: “Time for your first pint.” The other adults were still there. Deedee had a question. “Do I have to drink a pint glass of milk?” Roberta had an idea. “If you prefer it you can have the milk in four sippy cups full. Which would you prefer?” Deedee saw Aunt Alice smiling and nodding. The adults went upstairs. Roberta addressed Deedee and Beeby. “Why don’t the little girls play together whilst they are being trained together?” There was a little table. On it were some large bricks and small dolls. Beeby played with them. Deedee felt she had no alternative but to join the toddler. Deedee started to be aware of a certain feeling. She went up the stairs, where the bathroom was. She found a rather tall child gate there. Roberta followed her. “When little Deedee wants the potty she must ask her babysitter.” Deedee came down the stairs. She heard the other little one. “Want potty.” In seconds Eloise had the not yet two year old child’s training panties down and sat her on the potty chair. Deedee noticed that Beery’s training panties were colored and styled identical to her own. Humiliating though it was Deedee had a question. “May I use the bathroom please?” Roberta said: “That’s NOT how people needing potty training ask.” Deedee was now worried. She tried to oblige. “Pretty please can Deedee go potty?” Roberta’s reply was: “As soon as Roberta’s finished this chapter.” Deedee noticed her babysitter picking up a book just as she made the request. Deedee again joined Beeby in playing with dolls. It was humiliating. It was also getting harder to concentrate on dressing the Barbie whilst she was putting some effort into keeping her panties dry. At last Roberta put down her book. “So Deedee needs the potty.” Deedee nodded vigorously. Then came a surprise. Deedee had expected to be taken upstairs to the bathroom. Instead, Diana pulled out a potty chair, in a slightly larger size but similar style to Beeby’s. Roberta pulled up Deedee’s dress. Diana pulled down her training panties. Roberta guided Deedee’s bottom onto the potty chair.   For a couple of seconds Deedee’s desperate need disappeared. Then she relieved herself. Her pee pee sounded much louder than Beeby’s  had half an hour earlier. There was a reason for that. Roberta had replaced the plastic inner potty with an enamel one. It had much better acoustics. For the next two days Deedee repeatedly submitted to this humiliating procedure. She noticed that Roberta was gradually extending the time she had to wait for the potty. It was getting more and more uncomfortable and worrying.  Deedee was not stupid. Ten minutes before she was due to have her 4pm pint of fluid on Tuesday she had a question: “Can Deedee go potty?” Fifty minutes later Deedee was put onto the childish potty. She had avoided the stress and discomfort. Just after that there was a further humiliation for Deedee. It did not directly affect her but made Deedee feel very uncomfortable.  Eloise asked: “Does Beeby want to go on the big girl potty?” The toddler nodded her head. Diana went ahead and undid the gate. Eloise carried the child into the bathroom. After she was carried downstairs Beeby announced: “Me goed big potty.” Roberta had a question for Deedee "Isn’t Little Beeby clever, Deedee? It hurt her inside but Deedee said: “Beeby is very clever.”  A few times Deedee banged down her toys. She resented having to play nicely with a toddler. On each occasion she got taken upstairs. Down came her training panties. Then Roberta, Eloise and Dianna each took a turn at spanking her. Although Eloise was smaller and weaker than the other girls the humiliation of such a small person being able to hurt her with a spanking added even more to her shame. Not for the first time Deedee felt things could not get worse. She could not be more humiliated. Deedee was wrong. Five minutes before she was due to drink her noon pint of liquid the next day: “Deedee need potty.” She got a surprise. Roberta immediately lifted her dress and Eloise pulled down her training panties. She was sat on the potty. Deedee tried her best but only produced a very little bit of urine. “Deedee you lied when you said that you needed the potty you need to be punished.” Deedee did not know what her punishment would be. She soon found out. After drinking her pint glass of water she was given four sippy cups, also with water. However the water in the sippy cups was very soapy. By twelve forty Deedee’s need was clear enough: “Can Deedee go potty?” It was Eloise who announced: “Deedee have to wait.” Lunch was agony for Deedee.  She was putting her whole strength into one thing. Lunch did not taste nice either. She had not been allowed to rinse away the soapy water from her mouth. Ten minutes before two PM Deedee lost the battle. Her training panties reduced but did not eliminate the puddle It was Eloise who took charge. “Had little Deedee had an Accident. Never mind. Eloise make you all nice and clean.” Deedee was laid on the floor. Eloise removed the soggy trainers. She washed around that special area with baby wipes. It felt all too much like a diaper change. Just before bedtime that evening Roberta announced: “After this afternoon’s performance I think someone needs a spanking. Don’t you?” This spanking was different. Deedee was laid on her back. Anne held up her legs. “I think the diaper position is most appropriate this evening.” Diana and Roberta did a double spanking each using a hairbrush. Deedee cried a lot. She was not able to kick or struggle because her legs were being held. Roberta insisted on actually putting the goodnite onto Deedee. Deedee kept having dreams about being important and powerful. She recognized her grandmother, though was not quite sure how. These dreams of great power always ended with Deedee waking up in a childish bed and bedroom and a wet goodnite. Roberta consulted grandma. She agreed. Some tasteless powder was added to Deedee’s fluid intake. Over the next two days Deedee had three accidents. Each time she cried. She was relieved not to be spanked when she wet her training panties. It did not help Deedee’s self image that little Beeby not only always managed to get to the potty but also that it was usually the ‘big girl’ potty upstairs. On Friday Deedee managed three day time accidents. Grandma and Roberta went to the shop with Patricia and Beeby. It was Roberta who made the announcement. There were eight other customers there. “We have two young ladies who do not need training panties anymore. Beatrice has not had any accidents for two weeks. She really deserves big girl panties.” The grandmother addressed her small neighbour. “Aren’t you a clever little person? Beatrice.” Beeby did recognize her proper name and smiled and nodded. Roberta continued. “Unfortunately little Deedee here had three accidents yesterday. Training panties help but we cannot have more puddles. Have you got cloth diapers and plastic panties in Deedee’s size?” *(until a couple of weeks earlier Deedee could not have imagined anything worse than training panties. As it turned out she had to let the 16 year old firmly fasten her into bulky three cloth diapers. Deedee used ‘ducky diaper pins. The Roberta and pulled up Deedee’s plastic panties It was very obvious to anyone who saw Deedee walking back home that she had bulky underwear. Deedee discovered that things could get still worse. There was an isolated path by their back yard. It was public but not much used. Grandma decided that it was a good idea for everyone to have a walk. Beeby travelled in a stroller. This time Roberta did not hold Deedee’s hand. Instead she strapped her into reins. Grandma had some further news for Deedee. “We have decided that you might be easier to potty train if you learned what not being potty trained was like. You will not be using either the big girl or the little girl potty at all for the next week.” Roberta smiled. “And just to make sure.” Deedee did not resist as mittens were slipped over her hands. She would now not be able to undo the reins or unpin her diapers. After half an hour Deedee had another feeling: “I REALLY need the bathroom.” Eloise told her: “That’s what diapers are for.” They still did seem to understand. “But I don’t mean..” Patricia stuffed a pacifier into her mouth and used some sticky tape to keep it in place. Five minutes later it happened. Deedee started to cry. Beatrice said her first proper sentence “Deedee’s didy id stinky.” When she got home there was another surprise for Deedee. Diana had done some work on a tall bar stool. It was the stool she had been forced to put her very sore bottom, on a few weeks earlier and write those punishment lines. Now it was a high chair. However there were extra straps as well as the tray. Deedee was strapped into the chair. Her weight was on her messy diapers and equally icky bottom. Sylvia Brewster-Lodge then addressed her granddaughter “I think that now is the right time for your shots.” The humiliated young woman could see herself in the mirror. Her dress did not entirely hide her diapers. Grandma had adjusted things to make the diapers even more visible. She could not resist being given an injection. Things started to come back to Deedee. She was now sure that her real name was Deidre. She had to listen as her grandmother addressed her. The pacifier stopped Deedee from commenting “I tried to love you,. Deidre. I forgave you your political extremism.  What I could not forgive was your cruelty and corruption. “You are the person who said she REALLY believed in Capital punishment and felt that ALL killers should die. I know all about the set up and the forged passport with Mike Lubbock. Can you seriously deny that your actions, your manipulations and lies killed a good man.” The ridiculous looking figure had to shake her head. She could not deny it “I was not prepared to risk you becoming Governor, let alone anything more. You were so vain about your appearance. You hated your shortness and small breasts. You did not like it that you looked like a 15 year old when naked. Well now you do not look fifteen when naked. I would say something between eight and twelve. “You did not like struggling to fill a ‘B’ cup. Well I hope you agree that the "A" cup suites your maturity. You did not like being five foot two, well now you are four foot ten. “You happened to once have an exceptionally large and strong bladder. You did not understand other people’s problems. If I had not given birth to your father I would not have fifty years of bladder problems. “By the way, I too have had some surgery, and I have not needed any protection for the last 6 weeks.” As she was listening to this lecture Deedee Brown (formerly Deidre Brewster-Lodge) felt her bladder giving way and she soaked her already messy diapers. “So we felt experiencing a slight challenge to your bladder would do you some good.  I wonder what you now think of the wisdom of Commissioner Brewster-Lodge’s decision abolishing bathroom passes in public schools “The Surgeons in the C.A.R. was also able to adjust your voice. “The good news is that you get to grow up again. If you are very good there are some hormone treatments that will let you regain boobies and even some height. “Your voice will need surgery. Again if you are good...” There was more unfortunate news for Deedee. She would get some chances to use her hands and even be in the bathroom. She would be responsible for hand washing her own diapers. Deedee sat next to Beeby at lunch. There were some difference. Beeby was allowed to feed herself and Deedee was spoon fed. Also she noticed their bibs.  Beeby/ Beatrice had a bib that said “Future President” Deedee/Deidre’s bib was a little different. Another word in big letters had been embroidered.  It said “Former Future President” Beeby’s crib had originally belonged to twins. Deedee had thought that getting out of that infantile cabin bed would be lovely. She felt differently when she swapped sleeping accommodation with the not yet two year old. Deedee was very glad when a week later they started sitting her on the potty. It was nearly a month before her diapers were replaced by training panties. By the time schools returned from the long summer break, Deedee was back in ‘big girl’ panties During the rest of the summer Deedee did suffer some spankings. However they were much rarer. The thought of her younger sister hurting and humiliating her was a rather effective deterrent. Just before she went back to school Deedee made lots of apologies. Deedee did seem likely to rebel a couple of times over the following four years. Short visits over Roberta’s lap was accompanied by the reminder that the basement still contained her high chair, crib, baby reins cloth diapers. In many ways five years in the unforgiving public school system Deidre Brewster-Lodge had created in that state would be no worse a fate than the corrupt former politician deserved. However Patricia and Anne were determined that the other girls would not suffer such a fate. They had some luck. There had been lots of scandals in the State’s Catholic Church. Part of the process of addressing the crisis was the appointment of Mother Abigail Murphy to head the school system. Mother Murphy, whose nick name was “The Abbess”, took a very different view of education. Her schools very much reflected the social gospel. The paddle was abolished. Kids were encouraged to be kind and to think. A young nun called Sister Constance realized that Deedee was troubled. She gave her a lot of time and kindness. By the time she was officially 18 (actually 39) Deedee had decided the best penance for her political career would be to become a Nun and to teach in very much the way “The Abbess” had promoted. From the author (PS I know some people will find my end too politically correct but it is hard to know where stories like this can go.)

It's definitely been interesting reading people's replies to this post. I didn't expect the results of the poll to be so split

Two Shopping Trips Piper was having a really good day. It started with her height being marked on a strip of white tape that was stuck to the back of her bedroom door. ‘Piper - Age 8’ written next to the horizontal line with her height written in under. She had grown a lot over the summer! It was possible she was going to take after her father and be a Tweener. At least, that’s what her father hoped for.    Not only that, her father had told her that it was time to stop calling him Daddy and call him Dad! She was a big girl, and starting third grade next week. Big, mature girls called their fathers Dad, ‘Daddy’ was for little girls and any person who failed to prove their maturity to those really tall grown ups. Dad had said that those grown ups, Amazons, were people Piper should make sure to stay away from.    After getting her height marked on the door they took the bus to the salon. Hairstylists were always so nice, and so pretty. Piper always made sure to hold still and listen while her hair was being cut.    “You’re going to look so cute, girlie!” The stylist had said, making Piper blush and kick her feet in the chair. The stylist was a little shorter than Piper’s Dad. All of the stylists were about his height, as were all of Piper’s teachers at school, and most of their neighbors. “I’m sure you’re going to catch the eye of some handsome boy in your class.” The stylists winked towards Piper.    Finally, after the haircut, it was time to shop for some new clothes and school supplies. The store they went to had both, plus clothes for people her dad’s size and bigger. Dad always told her to stay by his side in the store, and Piper listened.    Soon, three new pairs of pants and two new fun tops were in the cart. She had loved finding them and trying them on in the dressing room. Each time she had come out in a new combination of clothes her father had ooo’d and aaa’d for her like she was putting on her very own fashion show.    School supplies were fun, too. Fresh pencils, some boxes of tissues for the teacher, and folders. Folders always had fun designs. Except for math folders. Math folders were always orange.    They had most of the list in the cart, the only thing that was left was an Independent Reading Book. The description was clear: a chaptered book written at at least a third grade reading level. Easy! She had read two fifth grade level books from the library during the summer!    “Dadd - Dad?” She looked up expectantly at her father as he was double checking the list. “Can I go over to the book aisle myself to get my book? Since I’m a big girl now?”   “Hmmm.” Her dad thought for a moment. “I guess so. Be quick, I’m going to grab a few more things from over here, Pipes.”   “Yes, Dad!”   She didn’t run, she walked, if she could she would skip over to the book aisle. But she knew that wasn’t big girl behavior. Politely, she walked, by herself, past the school supply aisles and toy aisles with her sights set on the book aisle. She was already thinking of what she wanted to read. A fantasy, with a main character like her, who got to meet fantastical creatures, or go to a fancy school! A book that didn’t make distinctions about people’s heights or had adults that weren’t adults in them.   A sharp, loud SMACK followed by a loud wailing brought Piper out of her musings and stopped her in her tracks. She turned to look down the aisle where the sound had come from, it was an aisle filled with brightly colored toys meant for infants. At the other end of it was one of those really tall grown ups, and being tightly held by the arm with only a shirt and diaper on was a baby.    No, not exactly a baby. It was one of those adults that wasn’t an adult. It was a Little boy, and even though she couldn’t see his face clearly, he looked close in age to Piper’s father. He was wailing like a baby though. “I - HUH - DON’T - HUH - WANT TO - U-USE MUH - HUH - MY DIAPER!" The adult-not-adult was gasping between words. The really tall, angry looking adult just shook her head.    “You’re a baby, now, Georgie. I’m not taking you to the bathroom. You either go right now in your diaper or I will make that butt redder and go pick up some training chocolates from the pharmacy. Your choice.” It wasn’t really a choice the Amazon had offered, but Piper knew that it was the only one the Little was going to get.    She wanted to move on past the aisle and continue on to the books. To ignore the display in front of her but she felt like a deer trapped in headlights. Her feet didn’t listen to her to start moving. Instead, they held her in place as the Little boy bent his knees and started grunting.    “PIPER! PIPER!” She turned her head and saw her dad hurriedly pushing the cart towards her. “Are you ok? I heard crying.”    She didn’t answer, only raised her hand and pointed down the aisle. Her and her dad both watched as the Little boy’s diaper drooped down between his thighs, punctuated with a rude noise.   “Oh.” said her father quietly beside her.    “I’m so sorry, sir” The Amazon woman had looked up and spotted her audience. She dragged her Little boy by hand behind her as she walked down the aisle to them. The Little waddled, wide stepped as if he was trying to not smear the mess he had made inside his diaper. When they reached Piper and her father, Little hid behind the skirts of his Mommy.    Piper made a similar move behind her fathers legs.   The woman was so much taller than her Dad. It would be so easy for her to pick up the Tweener and make him wail like she had her Little boy. Then there was Piper, who wasn’t even as tall as the Little whose stink was starting to spread. She did not want to think about what this woman could do to her.   “I’m sorry I scared your Little girl, sir. But children, y’know? You have to immediately correct them and fix them if you want to raise them right.” She smiled down politely at them. Her hair was styled at her shoulders, bright blonde that shone brilliantly in the light. The smile she had on her face was equal parts perfect and intimidating.     “Sure, ma’am.” Her father took an overly polite tone with the woman. Piper had never seen his face this white.   “Georgie, tell these nice people here that you’re sorry for causing a scene.” She pulled the Little out from behind her so Piper could get a good look at him.   His face, which was a shade of bright red with tears streaming down it, was hairless and there were no grays in his hair, unlike her father’s. His shirt, which didn’t cover the yellowed diaper he wore, had a cute teddy bear embroidered on it. While he had no pants to speak of, he did have ankle socks and velcro shoes on his feet. Piper wondered if he had been made to put on his own fashion show after he was put in this outfit.    The Little boy sniffled, and without taking his eyes off his feet he said, “I’m sorry for causing a scene, sir.”   “That’s alright, son.” Piper’s father said while taking her hand. “There’s a lot of emotions when you become a baby again.”   “That’s so true!” The Amazon laughed. She was the only one who did. With the apology accepted, the Little boy retreated behind her skirts again. “Do you guys need anything in this aisle? We were just looking at the most darling xylophones.”   “No, ma’am. We’re going over to the books. Piper is starting the third grade next week.” Piper didn’t know why but she thought she heard a bit of a growl in her fathers voice.    “Oh! A big girl! Well, Georgie and I will let you two get back to your shopping, then. And, Piper,” Piper almost jumped back when the Amazon made eye contact with her. “You enjoy the third grade!” With that the Amazon waved and dragged her pathetic Little back up the aisle. Before they were completely out of earshot “No, the ladies room is all the way up front. Pick out a toy now and I’ll change you after I check out.”   Piper’s father waited a few beats then hurriedly started moving them towards the books. “Lets get you a book quickly and get out of here, Pipes.” She nodded. Suddenly her good day didn’t feel so much like a good day anymore.    She couldn’t get the image of that woman making that Little cry, and certainly couldn’t get the image of how his diaper drooped when he finally gave up and did what the Amazon wanted.   “Daddy, is that what all Mommy’s are like?”   ~~~~   The Giant Bear had even more of a crowd than the diner. The styled Marketplace store was large, with one half of the building dedicated to groceries and pharmacy, and the other half dedicated to home goods. Signs near the entrance let customers know that Summer savings  for cook outs and beach parties were guaranteed.   The New Little Parenting forums Piper and Steven had perused the day before had all talked highly about Giant Bear’s services for new families. They would give shoppers looking to set up their new nurseries a scanner, and when the happy new Mommies or Daddies got all checked out the store would deliver and set up all of the newly bought furniture. There was nothing but praise at how the store had made the transition so easy for the Amazons and their new forever babies.    The comments about “forever babies” had made Piper roll her eyes, but she was impressed that the store would deliver and set up all of the big furniture items they had to buy. There would have been no way for Steven’s car to carry everything back in one trip, and certainly no way it wouldn’t have taken them weeks to build all of the furniture themselves. Though, it was doubtful that the same courtesy was extended to Little parents with an actual bun in the oven, even if the Little parents trusted coming to big stores like this.   It didn’t take long after receiving their scanner from the customer service desk for them to find the Infant & Toddler sections and start crossing items off their list. A crib, changing table, diaper pail, baby monitor, playpen, and a high chair had all been found and scanned. Piper had protested a high chair, insisting a booster would do for the dining table. But she relented when Steven pointed out that it was one of the Willowsford Adoption Program required items.    “I think the carseat should go in the cart, so we can install it before we leave.” Steven said to Piper as they were reviewing the store's carseat options. She had been sat in the front of the cart facing Steven, which had been her idea so she didn’t have to try and keep up with his steps in the store. Plus, it gave her a better view of what her money was being spent on. “They could probably send someone out to help set it up, I haven’t heard that these are easy.” Not that Piper had ever had reason to install one in a car, nor had she ever ridden in one when she was a baby. But she did remember a comment or two on the forum about it. “What about this one? Looks like it has some fun toys on it in case we take a long car ride.” Steven pointed to a box displaying a Little girl with a toothless grin, wearing a bright blue shirt and red overalls, seemingly excited to be batting at the star toy that dangled above her head in the carseat. Piper shivered at the image and saw why the box displayed it; down in the corner of the box was a marking displaying who they intended to sit in the carseat.    [L - 18+]   “This one up here looks better.” The one she pointed to had one side with a picture of a Little who had all of their teeth, and the other with a real toddler, also with all of their teeth. It was a mostly black and dark gray car seat with dark pink panels on the sides, cozy looking arm rests, the ever so important five point harness, and even cup holders. Practical, nothing too fancy, and no inclusion of hypnotic triggers if it was being sold for Amazon children, too.   “Are you sure? It’s kind of bland.” He pulled out the box to read the specs.   “Trust me, Steven. Bland is preferable for most things on this list.” She thumbed behind her to the and in the cart it went. She crossed off -carseat (five point), scripted with black ink in Steven’s hand writing, with the blue crayon from the diner. Only a few items remained on their list.   Pacifiers/sippy cup/bottles   Hopefully I can convince him we can get away with sippy cups.   New outfits   Well, maybe not as many if my suspicions are right about my existing wardrobe.   Toys (Mr. Wormy on forums?)    The Amazons on the Read-It r/Little Parenting forum all spoke highly of one particular plush, but for no other reason than their Littles seemed really happy with it. I doubt I would really be into a worm plush, but I’m curious if everyone is hyping up a hypno toy unknowingly.   Diapers/wipes/powder/diaper rash cream   I don’t ever plan on letting Steven let me sit in a diaper that long, but I’m sure the LPS agent will be glad to see it.   Steven’s Clothes   That last one was scribbled in with blue crayon, an addition of Piper’s when they had made it back to the car.    “It’s just the small items next. I think we can get the diaper stuff and pacifier items in the same aisle.” She pointed up towards the aisle marker with the back of her crayon. He nodded, and pushed her and the cart over to their destination.   “Would you like to get a pack of crayons and a coloring book?” Steven asked, tossing a pack of wipes into the cart. The cart moved on to the diapers, letting Piper get a full view of the options.   “Hmm.” It was more for her thoughts as she took in the options on the shelves. “I guess that would be okay.” There were none like the pink tape pack that the Urgent Care had given them.   Must have been medical ones. “A ‘Grown-Up’ coloring book, though.”    Am I a cute girly character kind of girl or a cute girly symbol kind of girl. Oooh, would anyone question planet print diapers on a girl?   “Why a Grown-Up coloring book?” Steven asked, then took up the same review of the diapers in front of them. “I never understood what appeal there is to pee on cute characters.”    “I think it’s to help with cognitive dissonance. Cute diapers read more babyish, plain ones read like an old person in a home. Cute prints help everyone involved not feel like that.” She took in the designs a bit more, with almost the same amount of consideration that she had once given to selecting her panties. “The flower print there and the planets. A pack each.” The Amazon obliged and placed two ten count packs into the cart.    “We need these too, don’t we?” He was gesturing to a row of powder and a row of rash cream.    “Yeah, grab one of each.” Steven obliged, and Piper crossed off another line in blue crayon.   Further down the aisle was the display of various pacifiers, bottles, and shelves of sippy cups. There were even more options for them to choose from here. Pacifiers that inflated, pacifiers that glowed in the dark, plain bottles with white capes, bottles color coded to gender, sippy cups with lions, sippy cups that were a translucent color. But Piper had a good enough idea on what she wanted to cut down their time here.    “I think we can get away with just sippy cups and pacifiers, no need for bottles.” She leaned over and grabbed two plain plastic sippy cups, one green and one purple. That was when a third voice joined.   “Are you finding everything okay, sir?” A redhaired Amazon woman wearing the Giant Bear brown employee vest had walked up behind Steven. Her t-shirt was fitted, and her jeans reached her ankles but were tight enough not to leave much to the imagination. She looked like she belonged more in a magazine than in a store with a name tag reading “Julie” placed strategically on her chest.   “Oh, umm.” Steven cleared his throat. A blush had risen to his cheeks as he had time to take in the woman standing in front of him. “Yes, we’re finding everything okay,” he paused to coyishly look at the name tag, “Julie."   Julie smiled at him, a smile that made the hair left on Piper’s arms stand up. Steven just shifted his legs and blushed more.    “We’re glad to hear that! I help manage the home delivery set ups. When I heard we had someone out on the floor with one of our scanners I just had to come meet the happy new family!” The beautifully terrifying Amazon turned her attention to Piper. “Ooooh! Aren’t you just the cutest Little girl! Yes you are!” as she started making a face at Piper.    Fuck, a true believer.   “Yeah, that’s my Little. I’m her Daddy.”   “Hi?” Piper said, leaning away from the baby-crazed Amazon. Usually this behavior would have had her seeking a quick escape, but the cart seat kept her firmly at the mercy of Steven, who seemed a little too distracted by Julie’s looks to notice his Little’s reaction to her.    “I see you’re looking at bottles.” Julie addressed Steven, her voice having gone back to her normal speaking range. “All of our customers who buy the Olson and Olson bottles absolutely love them. I don’t think we have ever had to process a return on them!” Quickly, she plucked a three pack of them off the shelf and handed them to Steven. “I can’t recommend them enough.” She added with a smile. “Thank you, I’m sure Pipes will love them.” Steven said, grabbing the bottles from her and depositing them in the cart without much of a second thought. “It’s Piper! And no, I’m getting sippy cups.” She emphasized the last part by holding the purple one out in her hand.   Julie made a face like Piper had just done the cutest thing she had ever seen. “I love it when they’re in this phase.”   What phase? How is this a phase?   “She might want the sippy cups now, Mister-?” She waited for Steven to provide the answer.   “Steven! Umm, well,” He coughed again, feigning clearing his throat.   Ahh shit, I’ve lost him here. Piper crossed her arms and leaned back to watch the show.   “Steven is my first name, Doyle is my last name.” He laughed nervously. “It would be Mister Doyle. But you can call me Steven.”   Wow, pick up line of the century. If a Little let themselves get that nervous in front of her they would find themselves in a cart like me.    Either having found it charming, or scenting an easy sale, the saleswoman smiled wider. “She might want sippy cups now, Steven, but I can tell that you’re only at the beginning of her regression. Pipes might come to want all of her milk through a bottle as she regresses more.”   “Piper.” Piper cooly interjected.   “Yes! That’s your name, isn’t it?” Julie went back to making faces at Piper. “I’m sure you just thank your lucky stars every night that you got Adopted by such a handsome Daddy!”    Ew, Julie.   “She was very insistent on me Adopting her.” He tossed the bottles into the cart behind Piper. “It probably would be good to have them just in case.”   “Trust me,” Julie reached out and gripped his bicep, “It’s always better to be prepared for anything when it comes to Little ones. And those bottles are rated for both teeth and without teeth!”   “Just like my old scout troop used to say!” Steven said, either unaware or unworried about how it sounded.    “May I help you find anything else?” The saleswoman leaned over to look at the list in Piper's hands. But the Little snatched it to her chest before she could get a look.   “This is a special shopping trip between my Daddy and I. It’s very important that we bond in these first weeks post Adoption.” That had been a line said frequently in the Little parenting forums. She wasn’t sure of how true it was, but she hoped the nosy saleswoman in front of her would buy it.   “Oh wow!” Julie looked actually surprised. “It’s so rare to see a Little not fussing about getting their big kid pants back! You’re a lucky Daddy!”    OOOOhhhhhhh my god just leave.   “I really am! And we should get back to shopping. Piper has the list very under control, and I can’t ignore her, I’m a Daddy first!”    “Of course! I’ll be around if you need me.” She gave him one last flashy smile before walking away.   Piper waited a few beats then pointed to a pack of plain, non-inflatable pacifiers. “Grab those and put the bottles back.” She didn’t want the bottles, and especially didn’t want them after Steven had fallen for fake flirting from an Amazon who only wanted to make a sale.   “Why? You might need them.” The pacifiers went in the cart and Steven started pushing them away.    “No I won’t and I’m not paying for them!” Piper twisted around in the cart seat to try and grab them, diaper squelching underneath her as she did. Her ill-gotten caffeinated coffee had begun making its way through her, and as she tried to stretch and make her fingertips touch the bottles in the cart she felt something grow heavy in her stomach.    “Hey! Don’t do that, you're going to hurt yourself!” He stopped pushing the cart and moved the bottles out of her reach. Begrudgingly, and now weary of the ominous feeling in her gut, she turned back around and stopped trying to remove them from the cart.    “You only got them because a pretty woman smiled at you. I told you I don’t need them.” There was no way Piper ever saw herself drinking out of a nipple. Not when her usual  M.O. when it came to nipples in her mouth was to make the girls she was with moan.    “You might need them, Piper. We’ll just keep them in a cupboard until then, alright?” The stare she gave him made him add more. “I’ll pay for them, it won’t come from your money.”   “Good!”    Deal made, Steven pushed the cart out of the aisle revealing more of the store as they made it to the end. Other shoppers carried on with their own shopping as Piper and Steven took a moment to spot where the section of clothes that now befit Piper’s new status. It was Steven who spotted the area first.   “Over there.” He turned the cart and started pushing them past the aisles of diapers, cribs, carseats, and towards an area where a rack of frilly dresses signaled their destination. Piper looked over her shoulder to get a good look at where they were headed when a cramp began to build in her belly.   Fuck. Is that my period? Am I close to a period? Can it be my period?   Overalls with snaps on the legs, onesies, play shorts and tops, dresses, dresses with matching frilly diaper covers, rompers, shortalls; any clothing a girl might need who had extra padding at her crotch could be found here. Signs stood above the racks denoting the brands below and prices for each piece. The list in Piper’s hands was turned over to the blank side as she started writing brand names down for later.    “Would you like to go to the dressing room? I can get you out of the cart.” Offered Steven, pushing them past racks of clothing. The dressing rooms were just past the Amazon Women’s section of clothing, and Piper considered it until she saw the bored looking attendant outside of the rooms.   “I - no.” She scribbled another brand name down to hide her face. “They would want you to go in the room with me.” She would have once really loved to try on clothes and show off the ones she felt good in, but no way would an employee agree that she could dress herself. She didn’t want the fight. “We can just grab stuff that is my size and return it if it doesn’t work.”    “Alright, if that’s what you want.” He didn’t push the issue, just pushed the cart in front of a rack of overalls in various cool tones. “Are you just going to continue writing down the brands or actually pick out clothes?”    “Uuhhmmm.” Maybe I can get a few things that I don’t have in my apartment for now. She wasn’t sure why the toddler in the diner had on the same outfit as her, yet. Possibly multiple product lines creating the same things for Little Women and Amazon Toddlers. Maybe overstock and unsold inventory in the infant and toddler girl sections were being dumped in the thrift shops in predominantly Little neighborhoods. Either way, there was a possibility that other Little women in Willowsford were unknowingly wearing clothes that could easily follow them into their infantilization.    “Those lavender overalls.” The blue crayon pointed Steven towards the pair she wanted. “I believe the conversion we looked up said I would wear a toddlers two-T A.” The forums had a handy dandy link to an Adult Littles to Amazon toddlers size conversion chart. She was hoping it was accurate to save them a return trip.   He started flitting through the pairs on the racks, stopping at one to take a look at the tag. “Hey, Pipes-Piper?”   “Yes, Steven?” “This pair here says two-T A. But I don’t think we needed that conversion chart.” He handed her the pair tag first so she could read it. At the top of the care tag, in a bolder print than the rest of the script, was a “2T-A” then a space before “L” with three sizes next to it including hers.   She reached back behind her to feel where the tag of her shirt had been cut. Dammit. How much toddler clothing have I thrifted because they cut the damn tags off?    “Okay,” she sighed, a few emotions were running through her that she wanted to deal with later, including the cramping feeling in her gut, “Just put it in the cart.”    “You sure?”   “Yes, I need clothes.” She sighed again, folding the list up and putting it and the crayon in a pocket of her shorts. “Maybe not a whole new wardrobe but some pieces will need to be updated."   “Alright. What about under it?” He scanned the racks for a moment. “Would a onesie work?” “A onesie or t-shirt.”    “Looks like there’s lots to choose from over here.” The cart stopped in front of a display with a variety of onesies arranged in stacks. Patterned, plain colors, some with sayings on them. “Oh, does that say-” He leaned in closer to read it. “Who would put a toddler in that?”   Piper leaned over to read the onesie in question. Does this onesie make me look fat? “I guess we have to install body hatred in them young or continue it once they’re Adopted.”   “Do parents really put their children in that?” He shook his head and continued the search, grabbing one and offering it to Piper. “How about this one for under the overalls?”   She had to find her composure. “You think a bright neon orange onesie will look good under lavender overalls?”    “Yes?” He answered, sounding like he was suddenly unsure about his selection.   “I look terrible in orange, and everyone would be able to see that I have a Daddy and not a Mommy if you put me in a neon orange onesie and lavender overalls.” Piper informed him. A blush spread on his cheeks and the onesie was sat back down on its stack. Piper took charge, leaning over the cart and pointing to the onesie she wanted. “That light blue one there. That would look good with the overalls. And that pink one, but not for the overalls, just to have for other outfits.” Another cramp hit rolled through Piper’s stomach.    “Euggh.” That’s not my period. She grabbed her stomach and closed her eyes as the cramp pains intensified. Something heavy was working its way through Piper. I can make it until we’re home.    “Are you alright?” Her Amazon asked, looking genuinely concerned in her sudden change of mood.    “I’m fine I’m just-” feeling the effects of the coffee I stole from you. “Not feeling great right now.” “Not feeling great is not usually what people would say is fine, Piper.” He placed his hand on her forehead. “You don’t feel hot.”   Another cramp hit her and she squirmed in the cart, the plastic of her diaper crinkling as she did. “I don’t think this causes fevers.” They still had two more items on the list, a toy and Steven’s clothes. Piper wasn’t sure she could make it through coaching Steven through Daddy fashion if she wanted to avoid Georgie’s fate from all those years ago. “Steven, I really want to help you with your clothes, but do you think we can check out after we get a toy?”   “Wow, you must be feeling rough if you don’t want the chance to make fun of me again.” “You don’t know half of it.” She wiggled more in the cart. Pressure was slowly starting to build, pressure that could be alleviated if she passed some gas. But there was no way she was going to fart while sitting right in front of Steven. “We should take you to a dedicated Men's fashion store anyway. Better quality of clothing, more name brands.” He laughed at her as he pushed them towards the toys. “‘We should take me’ sounds like you're the Amazon and I’m the Little in the cart.”    They arrived at the toy aisles, five rows dedicated to toys for varying age groups. Of course, the one Steven rolled the cart into was the one with toys designed for those in pre-school and daycares in mind. Colorful ring stacks, shapes and holes to put them into, plastic xylophone toys which Piper immediately shook her head at and told Steven to move on past.    “Can you set me on the ground? I need to stretch for a moment.” Her request was granted, and as her feet hit the ground a familiar Amazon joined them in the aisle.    “Hello again, Doyles!” Julie cheerily greeted them.    Not again. Piper desperately needed to walk away and discreetly relieve some of pressure in her gut. Julie would have been on her like wolf scenting prey if she heard the Little fart. Steven was the only one of the pair that looked pleased to see Julie again.    “Hi, Julie! We’re just getting Piper some new toys.” A beat. “That’s why we’re in the toy aisle.”    Not again. She couldn’t handle being an audience to Julie trying to make a commission and Steven thinking it was genuine flirting again while in her current state. “Daddy, is it okay if I walk down the aisle a bit further? I want to see the toys down there.”   “Oh, umm.” Steven looked from her then to Julie. “I’m not sure if I should let you wander away from me, Piper. Don’t you want to check out this Mister Wormy plush?”   Julie’s face lit up at the mention of the popular toy. “We’ve always had good reviews of the Mister Wormy plush! All parents love it!”    That last line from Julie made Piper’s ears perk up. “All parents? Like real parents with actual one or two year olds?”   “All parents are real parents, silly girl!” The saleswoman laughed at Piper. “Just because your Daddy signed papers to get you, doesn’t make him less of a Daddy!” Debatable. I filled out most of those papers.    “Yeah, yeah, sure. But this isn’t only for Littles eighteen and older? Actual toddlers can play with it?” Yes or no, Julie. You can make this real quick then get away from us.    “Of course! It’s approved for toddlers of all ages! Here -” She moved up to the display of various plushes and pulled a green worm down that was stuck in an inch worm position. It had a goofy yet kind face stitched onto it. “He’s got a micro-plush minky fur designed for cuddling and easy clean up, and when you press this button here,” as she did and the plush started stretching out then back up, as if it were an actual inch worm, “and he starts to crawl around! The motor in it only needs two double-a batteries but they last forever!”   Huh, well I can see why that would entertain an actual toddler.   “Oh, wow!” Steven feigned interest. “That does look pretty neat.” He looked down at Piper before asking her “What do you think? Good enough to go in the cart?” She could tell that he desperately wanted her to agree so Julie would be pleased with him.    Well, if it doesn’t whisper hypnotic suggestions to you when you’re alone with it, then I guess.   “Sure, whatever. Put it in the cart.” The two Amazons exchanged smiles, then the plush toy. “May I please walk up the aisle by myself? I want -” Piper paused, she could tell Steven that she wanted privacy and he would probably listen, but with Julie here the Amazon would most likely insist that privacy is a phrase or code word. Which it was, but Piper didn’t need Julie telling Steven of that fact. “To get a toy from the bottom shelf! I'm closer to the floor so I can reach better!” She flashed the biggest grin she could, hoping her grin read close to a silly toddler grin. A grin that she maintained as a small cramp roiled through her bowels.    “Oh! How cute!” Julie held her hands over her heart as she watched the display. “She wants to help! So precious!” She nodded to Steven. “It’s okay, she’ll still be in sight.”   “Oh, yeah, sure!” It was apparent that he was eager to please the other Amazon. “You can get one more toy, Pipes.”   “Piper.” “Yes! That’s your name!” Julie leaned down to boop Piper’s nose with the tip of her manicured finger, her cleavage dangling in view of Piper’s wide eyes, “Now go be a big girl and find yourself one more toy for your Daddy”    Piper turned around and walked away from the pair, blushing furiously, rubbing the end of her nose with her hand. Her diaper, now noticeably swollen, was pushing her legs into a wider, waddling gait.    You shouldn’t be allowed . . . to touch peoples noses . . . without asking.    She walked to almost the end of the aisle, there would have been no way Julie wouldn’t have immediately caught her leaving view if she tried to go over to the next one. The toy display she stopped at was dolls of various kinds, but mainly baby dolls. Looking quickly back towards the Amazons, she deemed it far enough away to start discreetly relieving the pressure in her belly.    Fuck is this really how people are going to see me from now on? Wide in stance, with her arms crossed over her chest, Piper gave a small push and was rewarded with a small fart being muffled by her damp padding. Ugh, that poor Little model on this one, showing off how both her and the doll are wet. She waited a moment to make sure she didn’t feel anything too solid too close to the goal line then pushed some more gas out.  ‘Look! Just like my baby doll, I wet myself too when you give me a bottle!”  Warmth spread to the front of her diaper, her bladder dribbling a bit of pee.    Piper made a face, but not because she was mad at the packaging on the baby dolls in front of her, nor because she felt herself peeing her baby pants, but because the smell of her last fart reached her nostrils.   Just going to move further up the aisle because obviously I haven’t found another toy yet. No other reason. Looking back behind her revealed Steven and Julie in some form of polite conversation. Yep, keep talking, I’m being good and staying in your sight. Her stomach was feeling slightly better, she was still going to need to get back to the apartments soon, but now she felt like it was going to be a more comfortable car ride home.    Ooh, these aren’t baby dolls. In front of her were smaller dolls, with heads more in proportion to their bodies, and clothed with outfits meant to mimic fashionable, adult clothing.    ‘Diva Dolls’ read the boxes. Piper grabbed one off the shelf and read the back. Diva Dolls have it all, and now you can have a Diva Doll! Boys, cars, clothes! Each Diva Doll comes with her own accessories for endless hours of fun! Dress her up for her university classes, then later get her ready to party with her friends! Playtime is endless when you play with a Diva Doll. Ages six and up.”   Huh, neat. She flipped the box back over to look at the doll displayed behind its plastic. The doll's black hair was crimped into waves, and its face was painted to mimic make up. The rest of the dolls were unique in their own ways, any girl who came up to the shelves would be able to pick one that spoke to them the most.    One more glance back to the Amazons, or just Amazon now. Julie must have heard there was another sale to be made elsewhere as it was just Steven coyishly staring at his phone to feign not watching her every movement.   She exchanged the doll in her hand for one that had brown hair and similar olive skin to her, then she walked back to show Steven the prettiest toy in the aisle.    Apparently, Julie had taken the carseat and the scanner from Steven to help them get checked out quicker. A fact Piper didn’t like, but not one she protested when he informed her as he was placing her back in the seat of the cart. Getting out of the store sooner did benefit her and her poor, cramping stomach. The eager saleswoman had her pros, though, her eagerness to have happy customers being at least one.    “She said she would give the scanner to the cashier at check out eight.” Steven relayed to Piper as they made their way to the front of the store.    It did indeed make checking out quicker, but it also revealed Julie, yet again, waiting to help them. She stood down at the end of the conveyor belt and happily informed them, “I’ll be helping you install the carseat!” as she bagged up the rest of the items that were going in the car with them. The carseat sat down at the end, unboxed but still in the factory plastic with the instructions resting on the seat.    “We’re so glad you chose to let us help you today!” Julie continued as she walked in step next to Steven out to the car. Piper had started zoning out after the cashier had informed Steven of the total.    I’ve never spent that much on myself in my life! That price alone should make people have thoughts about having babies, let alone Adopting Littles!    Her thoughts kept her occupied as Steven loaded his trunk while allowing Julie access to the back seat. Their conversation wasn’t much to listen on to anyway. Just Julie explaining the intricacies of installing a car seat so it met the safety standards, and Steven nodding his head along like a puppy happy to be receiving any kind of attention.    Come on Steven, she’s just doing what the waitress did! That thought was when her stomach decided to remind Piper of her predicament again.    “OOooohhff’ She groaned, bracing one hand on the cart’s hand bar and another on her stomach. Fuck, we need to get in the car now.   “Someone is making an icky tummy face!” Julie used that same sickly sweet tone that she seemed to reserve for when she was talking down to a Little. “Do you mind if I check her? The carseat is set up.”    “Yes.” said Piper, at the same time as Steven said, “No."   Julie, listening to the latter, approached the cart.    Whatever. This ain’t worth fussing over. Piper picked an overly accessorized pickup truck in the distance to stare at while the red head used one of her well manicured fingers into the loose legs of the shorts to pull them away and reveal the swollen padding beneath them.   “Wow, someone is a leaky Little faucet!” Julie’s words made Piper blush. But not as much as what Julie did next. The Amazon leaned over Piper to pull back the waist band of both her shorts and diaper, placing her cleavage directly in front of Piper’s face again.   I - ? Does she ¿ I’m so gay - but in my face?   “No poopies, yet, though.” The Amazon stood back up and Piper’s thoughts stopped short circuiting.    “Oh, yeah.” Steven replied. “She’s probably wanting to get home.”   “Oh my!” Julie gasped like she had just heard him say that he lets Piper play with matches. “You’re letting her try and hold it?”    “Yes.” Steven blushed, shrugging. He seemed completely unaware of why Julie would be aghast at the thought of anyone trying to hold it. But Piper wasn’t unaware as the hair raised on the back of her neck. “There doesn’t seem to be any harm in holding it.”   “There is so much harm in letting her try to hold it!” Julie looked back from Steven to Piper. “She could get constipated! Poor thing,” her well manicured hand invaded Piper’s space again to rub the Little’s stomach, “Is that why you’re making an icky tummy face? Are you all backed up?”   Piper squirmed in her seat, unable to wiggle away from the hand making circle motions on her stomach. “No, I’m fine. Please, Steven,” she looked at her Amazon, “Lets just go home.”   “I didn’t know that could cause constipation.” he looked sheepishly from Julie to Piper.    “Here.” Julie suddenly lifted Piper up out of the cart and placed her on her hip. “Could you move some of those bags to the side so I can lay her down? I can show you a trick to help keep her regular.”    “No, Steven. Let’s just go.” Piper pleaded as she watched him move the bags as Julie instructed.   “Someone needs a pacifier!” Julie exclaimed, laying Piper out on the clear spot in the trunk of the car. “Maybe Daddy can get one out for you while I show him how to take better care of you.” There was a soft oh then the rustling of grocery bags as Steven obediently searched for where the package ended up. As soon as one could be ripped out of the packaging it was in Julie’s hands.   Fucking, really, Steven?! Piper processed his betrayal while the rubber nipple was forced between her lips.    “Oh, you didn’t purchase the inflatable ones?” Julie was uselessly trying to twist the shield of the pacifier to make it inflate. “Oh well. Anyway, Steven, there’s a very easy way to help Little tummies that have become blocked up without having to use laxatives.” She grabbed an ankle each of Piper’s and started moving the Littles legs in alternating kicking motions, then pushing  both of the Little's knees towards her stomach before going back to the rhythm before. “These are called bicycle kicks! Very effective to help get things moving along.”   Oh, no… Piper felt the ominous feeling in her bowels move lower as gas passed from between her cheeks. Anxiously, she started chewing on the pacifier, grinding the nipple between her incisors as she desperately tried to keep her cheeks clenched.   “Ope! Sounds like someone is going to be having a happy tummy soon!” Julie did one more push towards the Littles stomach then picked her up from the trunk. “Here you go, Daddy. She’ll be all better soon.”   Piper buried her head into Steven’s shoulder, not even caring about his betrayal moments earlier. She needed to gather herself and find any hope that she could make it home in time before she messed up her diaper and forever lost her deal that she had made with Steven.    “Thank you so much, I had no idea constipation could be that big of an issue.” Steven cleared his throat, apparently sensing an opportunity. “You’ve been so helpful today, Julie. I was wondering if I could maybe get your number? We could meet at a coffee shop and you could give me some other tips and tricks for raising a Little?”    “That sounds lovely.” Piper heard Julie say. Fuck! “But I don’t think my husband would like that.” HA! Piper could feel her Amazon deflate while in his arms.    “Oh, I’m sorry. Still,” Piper heard Steven close the trunk of the car, she didn’t dare look up and risk losing concentration with Julie there. “Thanks for all your help today.”    “Of course! We at Giant Bear love to make our customers happy! And remember, it will be at most two hours before the delivery team shows up to get your new furniture set up!” With that, the red haired Amazon finally left them alone.    “I really couldn’t tell that she was married.” Steven strapped Piper into her new carseat, then got them started back home. The five point strap system really was a secure and snug fit, she didn’t have much room to move her upper body, and the crotch strap pulled her swollen diaper close to her. The straps also did not let Piper find a comfortable position to help her keep her butt cheeks closed. “I don’t think she was wearing a ring.”    Piper didn’t respond, she was still nervously chewing on her pacifier. Please no red lights, please no red lights She caught her reflection in the rear view mirror, to anyone not feeling the internal struggle that she was having with her bowels they would have that she was just a Little happily sucking away at her pacifier. Another cramp hit her as something more solid made its way closer to the exit.    Don’t, don’t, don’t. She tried to cross her legs, hoping it would provide some support, but the crotch strap against her wet diaper made that position too awkward to hold.    She screwed up her face. Determined to win over her body. I’m going to make it, I’m going to make it she repeated in her head.   And she might have made it.    But a simple pfft sounded from beneath her. Her traitorous cheeks had let a little bit of air out against her will. Along with something not quite solid. It was a sticky ooze that seeped out from between her cheeks into her damp padding.    Fuck fuck fuck It was over. There goes that fucking deal. She knew that even a small accident like this would be more than enough for Steven to say the loss of control over her bowels had begun and put an end to their toilet deal. I didn’t even fucking make it to a daycare. Her eyes watered up but she was determined to not let them fall. Not right now, not in his car. Another cramp hit her stomach as the smell hit her nostrils.    Fuck, that’s foul. He’s going to know what happened soon. She wiggled in her seat, scrunching her face as she felt the ooze spread out in her diaper. If it’s over then I am not going to sit here in pain for the rest of this car ride. Wishing that she would have just had the decaf coffee at the restaurant, she set her arms on either side of the car seat to lift herself up just a little.   “Pipes?” Steven caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. “Are you okay?”    She bore down and pushed with everything she had, feeling her diaper fill up with the solid waste she had tried in vain to hold in the store.    “Do I need to pull-” his sentence was interrupted by a loud PHHHRRBBT. “Oh.” Was the only thing Piper heard before the sound of the windows rolling down.