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@duaoer naster Yes it can happen.  Even though I like wearing diapers it is not sexual to me even though I am a DL. I though need to wear because I have #2 problems. Since I wear for work because I drive for a living it’s harder to get to a bathroom. but like @munkey said everyone is different.

Chapter 61 By the time I loaded everything into the car, I checked the time—still plenty of cushion to make it back to the cabin with about an hour to spare before the girls returned from their float. I smiled to myself; the padded envelope tucked safely in the glove box like a secret waiting for the right moment. Whatever it held, whatever was coming, we’d face it together—with full plates and open hearts. Back at the cabin, the air was still thick with summer warmth, the kind that clings to your skin and makes everything feel a little slower, a little sweeter. I unloaded the groceries and fired up the grill, the familiar click and whoosh of the flame grounding me in the rhythm of the evening. The steaks were thick and marbled, promising a feast. I seasoned them just the way I liked—garlic, cracked black pepper, and a dusting of smoked paprika that would caramelize perfectly over the heat. The corn was already shucked and wrapped in foil with butter, salt, and a handful of fresh herbs. Potatoes were baking in the oven, filling the cabin with that warm, earthy aroma that always reminded me of home. I set the table outside on the deck, lit a few citronella candles to keep the bugs at bay, and cracked open a cold Dr Pepper. The fizz and pop of the can was oddly satisfying, a small reward for a day well spent. I leaned against the railing for a moment, sipping slowly, watching the sun begin its slow descent behind the trees. Inside, the padded envelope sat on the counter, untouched but not forgotten. It felt like a quiet promise—something that might shift the night in a new direction. The last thing to prepare was dessert. I pulled out the graham cracker crust, whipped together the creamy filling, and layered it with the fresh strawberries I’d picked up earlier. It wasn’t fancy, but it was rich, cool, and exactly the kind of dessert that made summer nights feel like something worth remembering. Tonight would be one of those nights—simple, meaningful, and maybe even unforgettable. With everything prepped, I stepped outside to check the sky. The sun was dipping low, casting golden streaks across the treetops and painting the lake in warm amber. The air had that late-summer stillness—quiet, golden, expectant. Dinner was ready, the table was set, and the padded envelope sat waiting on the counter like a sealed promise. I finally spotted them coming into the cove, about a half hour later than I expected. The raft bobbed gently as it approached the dock, and I couldn’t help but laugh—yep, they’d done the whole river run in the nude. Sun-kissed and carefree, they climbed out like it was the most natural thing in the world, dripping river water and radiating joy. Besty caught my expression and grinned. What? she said, tossing her hair back. It was hot, the water was cool, and we figured—why not? I raised my Dr Pepper in salute. Well, dinner’s about ready and the cheesecake’s chilling. You three definitely earned it. My mom squinted at me, half-joking. What do you mean dinner’s about ready? We’ve got leftover hot dogs, don’t we? I shook my head, grinning. Nope. Tonight’s special. We’re having T-bone steaks, corn on the cob, baked potatoes, and to top it off—strawberry cheesecake. Besty’s mom let out a whistle. Now that’s a welcome home. The three of them picked up their bikinis and headed toward the cabin, laughter trailing behind them like the river’s current. The evening was unfolding just right—simple, bold, and full of the kind of memories that linger long after the sun goes down. Besty’s eyes widened. You went all out! Her mom clapped her hands together, beaming. Now that’s how you welcome a trio of river goddesses back to shore. I laughed, shaking my head. Figured you’d need something more than hot dogs after floating the river in your birthday suits. The table was glowing in the golden light of early evening, the scent of grilled steak and herbs drifting through the air. I looked around at the three of them—sun-kissed, in the nude, and radiating that kind of summer joy that only comes from a day spent in the water. There’s a reason I did all this, I said, letting my gaze settle on Besty. I’m hoping tonight is really special for one little firecracker sitting right here. Besty gave me a sideways look, half amused, half confused. What the heck are you talking about? I smiled. You might be small, but you’re a ball of fire. When you set your mind to something, you make it happen. I just wanted to celebrate that. She blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sentiment. Her usual grin softened, and for a moment, she looked like she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or tear up. Before she could respond, I added, Now, you three can either head up to the house, throw on some clothes, and come back down—or just enjoy dinner as you are. Totally up to you. Besty looked at her mom, then at mine, then back at me. Honestly?. I think we’ve earned the right to eat like queens—just as we are. Her mom raised her glass of lemonade. To river goddesses and firecrackers. My mom laughed. And to whoever made this feast happen. I raised my Dr Pepper in return. To summer nights that matter. The steaks sizzled, the candles flickered, and the envelope sat quietly on the counter—waiting for its moment.   Without a word, all three of them pulled out chairs and sat down at the table, relaxed and laughing, towels draped casually, sun still lingering on their skin. The steaks sizzled on the grill, sending up curls of savory smoke, while the scent of buttered corn and roasted potatoes wrapped the deck in a blanket of comfort. Besty leaned back in her chair, eyes scanning the spread. Okay, this is officially the best post-float dinner ever. Her mom raised her lemonade. To river goddesses and the guy who knows how to treat them right. My mom chuckled. And to strawberry cheesecake—because that’s how you end a perfect day. I smiled, glancing toward the cabin where the padded envelope still sat on the counter, waiting. The moment felt right—unfolding slowly, like the kind of evening that doesn’t need fireworks to be unforgettable. As the sun dipped lower and the grill hissed with promise, I plated the steaks and brought them to the table. Besty caught my eye, her expression softer now, touched by something deeper than surprise. Thanks, she said quietly, almost to herself. For all of this. I nodded. You’re welcome. But the night’s not over yet. Her brow lifted, curious. What do you mean? I gestured toward the cabin. There’s something inside with your name on it. Thought we’d save it for dessert. She tilted her head, intrigued. Now you’ve got me wondering. I grinned. Good. That’s the idea. And with that, we dug in—forks clinking, laughter rising, and the promise of something more just waiting to be unwrapped. After we finished dinner, I stood and stretched, catching their attention. Be right back, I said with a grin. Time for cheesecake—and Besty’s surprise. I stepped into the cabin, grabbed the chilled dessert from the fridge, and retrieved the padded envelope from the counter. When I returned to the table, the citronella candles flickered gently in the dusk, casting soft glows across their sun-warmed faces. I placed the envelope in front of Besty and looked at her, my voice low and steady. The reason tonight’s special is sitting in that envelope. She stared at it, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out. Her eyes widened as she read the front. It’s from the school I applied to, she whispered, turning to her mom with a mix of shock and excitement. Her mom leaned in, eyes scanning the envelope. Well, don’t just stare at it—open it! Besty hesitated for a beat, then carefully tore the seal. The air around the table seemed to hold its breath. I watched her eyes move across the page, her expression shifting—nervous, then stunned, then something close to joy. She looked up at her mom, tears welling in her eyes. I got accepted, she whispered. For a moment, no one said a word. Then her mom’s face lit up with pure joy, and she reached across the table to pull Besty into a hug. Oh honey, I’m so proud of you! Besty laughed through her tears, clutching the letter like it was gold. I didn’t think I’d get in. I really didn’t. I handed her a slice of cheesecake, the strawberries glistening under the candlelight. Well, I said, tonight’s about believing in the firecracker who always finds a way. She smiled through the tears, and the night wrapped around us like a warm blanket—full of laughter, love, and the kind of moment that stays with you long after the summer fades. I smiled, watching the moment unfold. Told you tonight would be special. The candles flickered gently, casting soft halos of light across the table, while the river breeze carried the sound of celebration into the trees. It was one of those nights—simple, meaningful, and unforgettable. Besty’s mom beamed. I’m going to have to start calling you Dr. Besty from now on! Besty laughed, still wiping tears from her cheeks, and stood up to give hugs all around. She moved from one mom to the next, arms wide, heart full. It was the kind of gratitude that didn’t need words—just warmth, closeness, and the shared joy of a dream realized. The funny part? With Besty’s height, every hug landed her head squarely between their boobs. After the third embrace, she pulled back, cheeks flushed, and said, Okay, this is officially awkward. Everyone bursts out laughing—the kind of laughter that bubbles up from somewhere deep, the kind that fills the air and makes the moment unforgettable. I leaned back in my chair, soaking it all in. The night unfolded just right—full of flavor, feeling, and the kind of magic that only shows up when you least expect it. It was finally my turn for a hug, but Besty didn’t just lean in—she launched herself into my arms with a burst of laughter, her joy spilling out like sunlight through a window. I caught her without thinking, my arms instinctively locked around her waist to steady the impact. Her legs curled slightly, and she clung to me with the kind of exuberance that only comes from shared triumphs and long histories. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her cheek brushing mine for a fleeting second before she pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. Her eyes were shimmering—not with tears, but with something deeper. Gratitude. Relief. Love, maybe. Thank you, she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of celebration around us. For everything. I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. You earned it, I said, meaning every word. There was a warmth between us, a quiet understanding that didn’t need words. I could feel it in the way she held on, in the way she didn’t flinch or shift when my hands settled low on her back. She trusted me. And in that moment, wrapped in laughter and closeness, I trusted the feeling too. The only problem was I was wearing shorts and no underwear, and something was starting to grow, and I knew that Besty could feel it. Besty's mom chuckled from across the patio, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Careful, she teased, her voice dancing with humor. You might want to let go before something sparks. Besty leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. I like the way you hold me, she whispered with a grin that was equal parts playful and sincere. Then, with a soft laugh, she slipped down from my arms, her feet landing lightly on the ground. Her smile lingered—bright and effortless, like the last golden rays of sunset—and for a moment, everything felt suspended in that glow. Later that night, as I helped Besty settle in for bed, the glow from the evening still lingered in the air. She was quiet now, her earlier laughter softened into a peaceful calm. I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and tucked the blanket around her shoulders. We should go on a hike tomorrow, I said gently, my voice low. Just the two of us. No moms, no distractions. She looked up at me, her eyes curious and bright. Just us? she asked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I nodded. I have something import to talk about with you. She didn’t say anything right away, but the way her hand found mine beneath the covers said enough. There was something unspoken between us—an understanding, a promise, maybe even the start of something new.

Chapter 1: Hi I'm Gene, a second year university student in Small Town Nova Scotia. Today's a bit of a weird day for me; ya see, I'm usually babysat by my grandmother, but recently my mom had a bit of a falling out with her. Everything's been normal if not a little bit sad now that grandma's not around, but that normalcy is about to change. My mom's gonna be gone most of the day starting at noon and she won't be back until after my bedtime. So a new babysitter will be coming over, someone I've never had before. From what I've heard my Mom caught wind of the new babysitter through a friend in the neighborhood so I'm glad it'll probably be someone I know. maybe that nice old lady across the street who always brings us raspberries or the funny couple up the street who do holistic medicine. lots of good grown ups in this neighborhood so I'm not too worried.    I leaned back in my desk chair typing the last word of my 15,000 word engineering essay when I heard the door open. “dang 12 noon already” I mumbled. I came out of my room to see who it was and my heart sank and fluttered at the same time. It was Sasha Atrevida, the most beautiful girl in our neighborhood. Sasha and I had grown up together always running in the same friend groups we even kissed once during a game of truth or dare.    “Hey Genie! she smiled and waved and came and hugged me. The hug felt nice as her head pressed into my chest and my forearms felt the straps of her bra. It was mostly nice to feel the warmth of another person. I've been very lonely since most of my friends moved across the country for better opportunities.    “Hey Sash, long time no see, how have you been?” I asked, quaking in my voice.    “Very good, I'm studying philosophy at the university and babysitting lotsa kids on the side to make extra money, just last week I took your brother's kids to a water park on his dime, very fun.” she smiled and her speech flowed so naturally. it was like we had spent no time apart. She turned to my mom “alright miss Littlewood I guess I should know the ground rules for taking care of this little guy.” she reached up and patted my head.   my mom began “alright, he's allowed to walk around the neighborhood unattended but further than that you have to come with him, he's a danger in the kitchen so you'll have to cook his meals, his bedtime is 9:30 sharp, he has to be in bed teeth brushed by that time. Last thing most important” I braced for impact “little Genie still wets the bed so you'll have to put him in his diaper before tucking him in. His training pants stay mostly dry in the day that's why they're fabric but he needs real absorbancy at night. Still, checking him in the day isn't a bad idea.    “Alright, tight, I got this.” she said, visibly surprised by all the rules.    “Now I'm gonna shove off. you two have fun.” with that my mom was gone and the prettiest girl in the neighborhood was now officially in charge of me.    Sasha turned to me with an expectant look on her face “so, that's a lot of rules. Are those always what you go by or is this some kind of punishment?”    I winced, embarrassed. “No, this is just normal for me.”    “huh.” she thought for a moment. “I had always heard rumours about you being in a position like this, but I figured now that we're both 19 you would've moved up in the world.”    “It's not always this awkward. My grandmother usually babysits me and I love her to death. She's a great cook and genuinely kind so I just never felt the need to move up in the world.”    “oh, ok.” she thought for a moment again. “What if I helped you learn some things!” she smiled “I could teach you how to cook, let you have some more independence.” she gasped “have you ever been on a date?”   my face sank and I couldn't make eye contact “N-no I haven't.”    “That's perfect!” she grabbed my arm and I looked down at her. “I could help you set up a bumble and I could chaperone some dates for you!”    “wow, you would do that for me?” I smiled. “My mom and grandma never let me date, or drink even though I'm legal age.”    “I don't know about drinking and I'll put a stop to anything sexual happening, but I don't see anything wrong with a bit of love in your life and maybe a kiss!”   I became sad and I looked away. It hurt that she, like all the others, thought I wasn't ready for those things.     “Well I guess that's a good idea for as things go on. For now I'm just here for tonight and if your mom likes me I'll come back to be a regular sitter.” She walked up close to me and smiled. “Gimme your phone! I'll create you a profile specifically designed to get girls actually interested!”    I handed her my phone and we got to work. She took photos of me in all different angles and outfits. She even put herself in a few of them to make it seem like I have female friends. We workshopped a comedic yet charming bio with a list of my brightest green flags in the Q&A section. Before I knew it we were sitting on the couch having a blast of a time like the good ol' days. We laughed, we gossiped, I even flirted with some internet girls with her help. It all seemed perfect until I stood up to get my third can of Pepsi.    “Hey kiddo.” she said and I blushed. “what's that on your butt?”   I felt the seat of my charcoal grey dress pants and got nauseous. “oh no.” I thought. “I've been having so much fun I didn't even notice I had to pee.”   “Did you have an accident?” Sasha asked.   “I'm sorry.” I tried not to cry, but it was clear on my face that I wanted to.   “hey hey, it's ok.” She hugged me, then undid my belt and pulled down my pants. She squeezed my crotch and my bumm, turning me around. “It soaked right through your trainers. Let's go get you cleaned up and in some dry training pants and I'll sort out the couch. I looked over and saw a dark wet patch on the light grey couch and choked for just a moment, totally ashamed. She grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me into my bedroom leaving my wet pants in the living room.  She pulled down my training pants and put them in the laundry basket. I tried to cover my private parts as she asked “Where does your mother keep your other training pants and wipes?”    “My trainers are in the drawer just below the cupboard of my dresser. The wipes should be just to the right.”    She pushed me down on the bed and lifted my legs, wiping my butt thoroughly. “move your hands.” she said. “I need to wipe you there too.” she wiped my genitals and barely flinched, but I could barely contain myself. Sasha, this beautiful woman was handling my special area, the warmth and softness of her hand felt like the grace of a thousand angels. When she was done wiping she grabbed a new pair of training pants from the drawer, these ones had baseball bats, mits and balls. she put them on my legs and pulled them up, she told me to lift my bum and I did. Now I was back safe and sound in my trainers. She helped me up and spoke again. “We'll leave you in just your trainers until bedtime so I can see if you have another accident before it leaks.”    “ok.” I said, ashamed.    “yes ma'am, you say yes ma'am.” she stated firmly.    “Yes ma'am.” I submitted.   “Now thank me for changing you.”    “Th-” it was so hard to get out. “Thank you for changing me.”    “Good boy.” she patted my head then swatted my padded bumm. Now you go watch tv I'm gonna clean the couch and make us supper.   “Yes ma'am!” I hustled out. “Thank you!”    Sasha grabbed one of my bed pads from the hallway closet and put it on the recliner chair. She told me that's where I could sit. I turned on South park at first and then she asked if my mom says I'm allowed to watch that. I wasn't allowed to watch it when I was younger but as time went on I started watching it and my mom never said anything. “Yeah I'm allowed.” I said, unconvincingly.   “ok…” she said as she pulled out her phone. A few minutes later a ding went off and she spoke. “ok so you lied to me.”    “what? no I didn't!” I exclaimed. “I watch this all the time!”    “Well your mom just texted and said you're not supposed to.” She grabbed the remote from my hand. “First I now have control over the remote all night, second you're gonna stand in the corner for a 15 minute time out for lying, lastly you're gonna apologize and I want a real apology after you've had time to think about what you've done.”    “yes ma'am.” I stood up and hung my head in shame, before walking over to the corner to be on time out. At first I started sulking “this is bullshit.” I thought. “I'm 19, my grandma never puts me on time out, even if I did deserve a time out which I don't. I am allowed to watch South park. it's not my fault my mom said something different.” time went by and my thoughts shifted. “man, this supper smells really good, she's so nice for cooking it for me. it sucks that she thinks I lied to her.” more time passed “I guess it was kind of a lie, no one ever told me I was allowed to watch South park and nobody had ever caught me doing it. I'm such a piece of shit for lying to my friend. This is why she's a grown up and I'm still being treated like a kid.”    “Alright kiddo.” Sasha called out. “Timeouts over, let's hear that apology and see if you need to go back in.”    I couldn't look her in the eye but I spoke with certainty. “I'm sorry I broke your trust by lying to you. It was very immature of me and I know now that I'm nowhere near mature enough to watch South park. I wanna thank you for taking care of me tonight and showing me the level I'm at and what I need to work on.”    “Wow, very good.” she said as she walked up and hugged me. “It's ok, I know how it must feel being trapped with little kid rules at our age. Unfortunately this means I won't be able to trust your word in the future. Remember that the next time you wanna lie to seem bigger.”    “Yes ma'am.”    “Now sit down, suppers ready.”    I sat down and looked at the table, it was tacos. They looked good and they were already made. It wasn't like the white people tacos I was used to. They were sweet with a great many complex spices and flavours. “Wow, these are amazing.” I exclaimed with my mouth full.    she laughed “Thank you, my mom taught me how to make them. Your mom didn't have everything but I substituted for similar stuff. Believe it or not they're usually better.” she smiled and took another bite.    “I can't imagine anything tasting better than this.”    The night went on and we made our way back over to the couch. We talked and laughed and I grew comfortable with her again. Eventually the clock reached 9:00 and Sasha pouted “aww sorry kiddo, it's about time you started getting ready for bed. I've been having such a good time hanging with you, but the night's over.” I stood up and walked to the bathroom and she followed. “Do you wanna try using the toilet before I put you in your diaper for the night?”   “umm yeah I normally do, but I gotta brush my teeth first.”    “Good call, big boy!” She ruffled my hair and I started brushing.   After that I pulled down my trainers, sat on the toilet and peed, then I went to bed. It was only 9:05 so I asked her “It's 25 minutes till my bedtime, can I have some time to play on my phone before bed?”   “I think you're forgetting something. We gotta get you in your diaper.”    “Sasha can I please just wear my trainers tonight? I promise I'll keep them dry.”    “We both know you can't promise that, lay down.”and lay down I did. She pulled off my training pants and asked “Where does your mom keep your diapers?”    “Bottom drawer in my dresser.” I said, embarrassed by her cavalier nature about the garment.    She grabbed a diaper and unfolded it. “Lift your bumm.” she said and I did. she slid it underneath me and then taped it on nice and even. “Good boy.” she said, ruffling my hair again. “Now let's get you outta that t-shirt and into bed.” She grabbed my shirt and lifted it over my head. I crawled up into bed and she pulled the covers over me. She kissed me on the forehead and said, “Goodnight Genie. Maybe we can hang out some time as friends when I'm not babysitting you.”    She walked out and turned the lights off and I called out “WAIT!”    “What is it?”   “Turn on my night light, I'm scared of the dark.” I pointed to the fake rotating plastic fish tank on my dresser.   “Ok, kiddo.” She walked over and turned it on before leaving and closing the door.  Chapter 2:   I woke up the next morning feeling soft and happy. It had been nice catching up with an old friend, even in that context. I rolled over, grabbed my phone and saw I had a Facebook message.    it was from Sasha “Hey Gene, I forgot we were friends on Facebook, we should text more! 😁 I'll see you later today!”    “Why would I see her later today?” I wondered. I scrolled on Instagram for a while before I rolled out of bed. When I stood up my diaper was sagging a lot. “Crap, this thing’s about to leak.” I walked out to the kitchen and carefully over to get my mom.    “Good morning Gene! How was your night with Sasha?”    “Oh, it was good we had a lot of fun and-”    “Why aren't you wearing any pants? I told you you can't just wear a diaper around the house, you're not a toddler anymore." She walked up to me. “Look how wet you are, this thing's about to leak, were you even going to tell me?”    “I.” I got out one word before Mom grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my bedroom. I filled her in on the night while she changed me into some clean training pants.    We made our way back out to the kitchen and my mom made breakfast. Bacon, eggs and toast. “I'm glad you like her.” Mom said, “We talked last night and since Sasha goes to the same university as you and you live so close she's gonna drive you to school in the morning instead of me wasting gas!”    “Oh that'll be fun. But I wonder if we have the same class schedule.”    “You'll have to work that out with her. I imagine she'll just bring you in intime for her first class of the day. You'll have to ask if you need earlier.”    “Yeah, we can talk about it on the ride. My first class today isn't until 2pm so I'll probably be after her first.”    “Just make sure to check in with her in between her classes, ok?”    “What do you mean?”    “Well, I've always hated sending you there without any supervision. I mentioned that to Sasha and she offered to keep sort of a loose eye on you. It won't be super strict. Just making sure you're safe, dry and following the rules.”    This was hard to hear. University had been my one bastion of freedom and independence. I had friends there and did secret hangouts at their dorms between classes. Now with my babysitter around I likely won't have that freedom.    “I even gave her your debit card, that way she can buy you lunch instead of me having to pack you one!”    “WHAT!?” I shouted, “You gave my debit card to someone else!? Listen Mom it's bad enough I'm not allowed to control my own bank account, but this is just reckless! She could rob me blind! I've got all my student loan money in there!”    She barely acknowledged what I said “Mind the tone, little boy, I won't be disrespected in my own house. Go take a shower and get ready, she’s picking you up in an hour.”    I grumbled “This is so dumb.” under my breath and did what I was told. I showered, brushed my teeth, did my hair up nice and picked a good outfit; cargo shorts and a forest green t-shirt. The cargo shorts were big and hid my training pants well. No one at the university knows I'm still in training pants.    I left the house and stood outside while my mom watched from the window. Eventually Sasha pulled up and I climbed in.    “Hey Gene, how are things this morning?” she asked.    “Umm, they're ok.” I had to think, I didn't want to offend her.   “Are you a little uncomfortable that I'm gonna be in charge of you at university now?” she asked genuinely concerned.    “I don't know, maybe a little.” I couldn't look at her.    she put her hand on my shoulder “Tell you what. I've got classes, you've got classes. When we're in those we'll mind our own business. But when we're both out of class we'll spend time together and we can tell them we're just hanging out as friends.” she smiled.    “Really you wouldn't mind hiding it.”    “I understand it's embarrassing and as long as you behave and listen when I ask you to do something it can stay a secret.”    “Thank you ma'am.”    “At university I'll be Sasha, save ma'am for home.”    We drove to the university and explained our schedules to each other and when we got there we climbed outta the car and went our separate ways. Sasha to her classes, me to my friends' dorm.   I knocked on the door and Donny opened up in his robe looking exhausted. “Why the hell are you here so early?”    “It's 10am.”   “I know dude. no class till 2pm tho so I stayed up till 2am last night.”    “That must've been fun.”    “Yeah I drank like a truck load though so if you wanna chill here just be quiet.”    “Ok.” I said as I walked and sat on a bean bag. He turned on the tv and threw the remote at me before collapsing on the bed so hard he bounced a little. I began to think “It'd be so cool to be able to drink and party with my peers. Look at him so tired out I bet last night was so fun for him.”     Over the couple hours Donny got up, he shaved, showered and put on real clothes. We joked around, played some Mario kart and actually felt pretty normal until at 12 o’clock I got a text from Sasha    “It's 12. I don't have class now. Meet me at the main entrance, I'll buy you lunch.”    “hhh.” I sighed quietly and Donny noticed.    “What's wrong?”   I had to think of a lie fast. “I have to go meet this girl from my neighborhood for lunch.”    “Oh for real? Good on you buddy. I didn't know you were good with the ladies like that.”    “no no no. She's just a friend.”    “Riiight, just a friend.” He didn't believe me. “And does this just a friend go to our university?”    “Uhh, yeah she does. She was the one who drove me here this morning. She had morning classes.”    “Tight, I'll come with you then. I'm always looking for more fine women in my life.”    “uhh, yeah you can come.” I cringed at the thought of getting discovered, but I really did want Donny to meet my new friend.   We walked over to the front entrance and I explained about how she was a childhood friend and we've just started hanging out again after a couple years apart.    “Hi Genie!” She ran over and hugged me. “How's your day been so far?”    “umm, good we've just been chilling at Donny's dorm.” I pointed my thumb at Donny.”    “Oh, hi, nice to meet you.” Sasha said as she held her hand out.   Donny shook her hand and said. “Wow, you're even prettier than Gene said you were.”    “awww, Genie, you said I was pretty!” She poked my tummy. “You're so sweet.”    “Ah, yeah, I mean, you're stunning. You really are.” I was nervous but I felt like that was ok to say.    she put her hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. “Let's go to the bathroom.”    “uh, yeah ok!” my voice cracked, I didn't think she'd be this forward. Wanting to hook up after just two compliments. Then again I've never done this before so maybe it is that easy. I turned to Donny “umm Donny, me and Sasha are gonna be right back. gonna hit the can just wait here ok?”    Donny looked a little bit proud and a little bit baffled. “Yeah man, go ahead, I'll wait here.”    Sasha and I went to the disabled and family bathroom and she locked the door. She got down on her knees in front of me, my heart pounding with excitement and fear and I said “wait I've never done this before.”    Sasha looked up “What, got your training pants checked?”   “I uh, what?”    “I don't know what you think this is.” She unbuckled my belt and pulled down my shorts. “I'm just making sure you're still dry.” She groped the front and back of my trainers then pulled my shorts back up. “You did a good job staying dry, but you're gonna have to do a lot more than that if you wanna hook up with me.” she smiled teasingly as she unlocked the door and walked out.    I stood there letting my nerves die down. I thought this was a huge moment for me but it was just another in a long line of humiliations. At least nobody saw it. I walked out and saw Sasha talking to Donny. They were talking about the art history class they both shared. The vibe seemed to flow well between them.    “There's my man!” Donny said as he held out his hand for a high five. “Ya didn't last long, but hey no one's that good their first time.”    Sasha got a look on her face like she was worried and didn't know what to say. I can only assume I had the same look.    Donny spoke again. “Did something go wrong? Did you really mess up or something?”    Sasha had a plan. “I think we weren't planning on it being this easy to figure out.” She grabbed his arm and said real low. “Can you not tell anyone I gave Genie a blow job in the bathroom, I'm a little embarrassed.”    “Oh, oh yeah, not a problem, I can keep a secret.”    She was lying and saying we did do something, a strange idea, but it was better than the alternative.    Donny rubbed the back of his head, smiled and changed the subject. “Anyway, you guys said we were getting food? I haven't eaten all day!” With that we walked off to dairy queen.    When we arrived Sasha asked me what I wanted and I told her. she went up and ordered for me.    Yo, dude, is she paying for you?” Donny elbowed me gently. “You've got this girl wrapped around your finger.” He didn't know it was just the opposite. She used my card to pay for both mine and her meal then she walked back over with the receipt.    We went and grabbed a seat at a booth while Donny placed his order. Sasha asked me to sit on her side. “Ok so I know you don't have a class until 2 and I've got one at the same time. so I can watch you until then. After that class we'll meet up again until the next class, got it?”    “Yes, ma'am.”    “Now about the blow job thing with Donny, that's embarrassing, so we've gotta find a better system for me to check you.”    “Can't he just keep thinking we're…” I paused “being intimate.”    “I'll put it this way, if it happens again Donny finds out everything. The babysitting, the training pants, the bedtime, even the nightlight.”    “Yes ma'am, we'll find another way.” I said, disappointedly.    Donny came up and sat across from us. “So how long has this whole thing been going on?”    “What whole thing?” I asked.    “Ya know in the bathroom.”    Sasha spoke up “The thing in the bathroom was a one time thing, no big deal.”    I made an embarrassed face to imply something was awkward about it.    “Wow so it was your guy's first time doing anything together and you went straight for a blow job, huh?” he chuckled. Ya know most people start with a makeout.”    “We kissed once.” Sasha said.    “Oh, well that's good, a little bit of warm up.” There was an awkward silence for a while then Donny spoke again. “If you two like each other so much, why don't you get together? A real romantic build up could be great for you two.”    “No.” Sasha said, quickly and sternly    The food came and we ate in silence. Things felt awkward for a while but eventually after we left and sat at a picnic table nearby we got talking again.    “Oh yeah! I fuckin love board games!” Donny said.    “Oh yeah, what's your favourite?” Sasha asked.    “Gotta be Monopoly! Everybody else hates it, but I love it! so many good memories tied up in that game.”    “Ya know, I was at the thrift store down the road and they had like a bunch of copies of those novelty Monopoly games, the Star wars, the Canada, the big Bang theory.”    “oh, tight, for real?” we should go there sometime and check em out!”    “We've still got a little over an hour, we can probably do it now!”    “Hell yeah! Let's go!”      before I knew it we were walking again. I didn't know how fun going to a store would be cause I don't have any money, but maybe if I see something I like I can ask Sasha to buy it for me.    Chapter 3:   We strolled up to the thrift shop laughing up a storm. Donny busted out his signature story about the time he ate so many edibles he locked himself in the trunk of his car for 2 days. It gets a big laugh every time.    “So- teh ha where did you pee in all that time?” Sasha asked, through laughter.    “Where else? I picked a corner.”    Sasha bent over in hysterics. “YOU PICKED AH haha CORNEeEeeR?!?    I opened the glass door and went in first. The vibe was quiet so we had to pretend we weren't just having a laugh riot. “Wow, it's got…” I paused to think “a smell.”    “You would know about smells.” Donny quipped and Sasha tried very hard not to laugh.    “Why would he know about smells, Donny?”    “oh this guy farts like a train wreck. I swear sometimes he blasts ass and you can smell it an hour later.” He patted me on the back, “Like buddy maybe you gotta wipe.”    We wandered around the store looking first at the clothes. I found a cool leather jacket and it looked to be just my size. “Hey, Sash, are we allowed to try stuff on here.”    “Yeah, there's no changing room though, so just outer clothes.”   I slid on the jacket and it was magnificent. It hugged my shoulders and had a wool interior. It even had pockets on the inside as well. “I could keep so much nonsense in here!” I exclaimed.    “You should get it, you look good in it!” Shasha smiled.    “Yeah, that shit is fire on you, no joke.” Donny agreed.    I looked at the price tag. “It's only $12. Can I get it?” I asked Sasha.    “Yeah, I think you've got money for that.” Sasha smiled and hugged me tightly, before slapping my arms to straighten out the jacket. “Wait till your mom sees you in it. You look like a real man!” She hustled off and kept looking for herself.    I tried to follow, but Donny grabbed my elbow and pulled me back. “What was that back there, where you asked her permission to get that jacket? What, is she your accountant or something?”    “Ah, no man, it's fine, just like money stuff. She's better with numbers and stuff so like.” I was nervous and had no idea how to explain.    “So she's like helping you budget. Is that why she bought your food at the dairy queen?”    “Uhh, yeah, she uh, she bought it with my debit card.”    “You let this bitch have your debit card?” He was genuinely shocked.    “Hey man she's not a…” I'm not allowed to swear “B-word.”    “I know man, and she seems really nice, but that's risky as hell and that money’s not insured. How well do you know this girl? You say she's your childhood friend, but like do you really know her?”    “Yeah, I don't know man. It just is the way it is.”    Sasha walked back up to us. “Hey guys! Why didn't you follow me?”    “We were just talking, guy stuff.” Donny seemed to trust Sasha just a little bit less. “So where are those Monopoly games?”   “Oh! in the back!” She grabbed Donny’s hand and pulled him to the back of the store and I followed.    We joked around more about how silly all these versions of monopoly and other board games were.   “What do you even do in Big Bang Theory Clue, figure out who stole Amy’s Microscope?” I joked.    we all laughed, Donny grabbed a partially ripped box of Star Wars Monopoly and we headed to the front. I removed my jacket and handed it to Sasha so she could pay. Sasha turned around and grabbed a Jade ring off the display rack and tried it on. “Perfect.” She mumbled. She put them down on the counter and paid for them in one go, using my debit card.    Donny looked at me with a face that was asking if I wanted him to say something, I winced because I didn't know. “Hey,” he grabbed Sasha's shoulder. “Did you just pay for that ring with Gene's debit card?”    “Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah I did.” She said it as if she didn't even believe it was wrong.   “You didn't even ask. Like Genie” He gestured over to me. “Genie, are you ok with that?”    “Umm, I don't know.” I could feel myself getting very sweaty. “I don't have a lot of money, so it'd be nice if maybe you asked before buying yourself things.”    “Oh, you want me to ask to spend YOUR money?” she taunted. “The money that YOU have control of?” She turned to walk outta the store. “By all means, shut your wallet, I'll keep it shut for you.” She did a dirty smirk and left, only to stand outside of course, because she was still babysitting me.    “Dude, what the fuck.” Donny said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “What does she have on you that you can't just take your wallet back. I mean, fuck I hate cops, but like call the cops man. she can't do that to you.”    “I-I can't.” I couldn't look him in the eye.    “Why, what's wrong, is she black mailing you?”    “No it's, it's just complicated.”    “Hey man, I'm here for you. I'm a smart guy, you know that. Whatever you got going on, I promise I can help you out of it.”    I tried as hard as I could not to cry, Donny had always been such a genuine friend to me. “It's my mom. My mom gave Sasha my debit card because she thinks I'm not responsible enough to handle my own money. Sasha’s in charge of what I can and can't buy and when it comes to dealing with my mom, standing up for myself always makes things worse.”    “Hey, man. I think standing up for yourself is the only way you're gonna get outta this.” He pulled me in for a hug “and I want you to know that it's messed up that your mother said you're irresponsible. You're the most reasonable, buttoned up, mature, level headed friend I have. You don't even drink! Man whatever you need from me, place to stay, money to get new stuff, even legal help, my cousins a lawyer he does pro bono stuff for fucked up cases like these all the time. You gotta get this stuff settled.”    “Thank you, thank you for saying that.”    “You know I only say what I mean.”    We walked outside slowly and with stone faces. “Alright kiddo.” Sasha smiled. “We should probably head back to the university.” She ruffled my hair and smiled extra wide. “We've got class in 15 minutes.”   “Oh shi-it.” I said, pausing to think whether I wanted to break that seal. Sasha glared at me and Donny gave a big smile. We all sorta half jogged in order to get to class on time. Donny and I sat next to each other, listening to the lecture and writing notes back and forth to formulate a plan…   I only had two classes that day, the final one ending at 6. They were pressed against each other time wise. I walked out to the parking lot and saw Sasha there.    Donny spoke from behind “Hey good luck with her.”    “Thanks man.” I said.   I walked over and she smiled at me “Hey, kiddo, are you ready to go home?” She asked.   “You wouldn't believe how ready.”    We climbed in her car and she turned on some music. It was some dumb bubble gum pop stuff, catchy, but ultimately vapid. She was dancing in her seat as she drove, waving her finger around, she looked to be having the time of her life.   “She's so beautiful.” I thought to myself. “Maybe in another timeline where I don't need supervision, she could have been my girlfriend. When she reprimanded me today I felt so small and powerless, but she also helped me hide my secret today. I honestly don't know how to feel about her. All I know is I want my freedom, I can't help but doubt if I'm truly worthy of it.”     We got to a stoplight and she turned down the music. “So about today, I know things are awkward because I had to lay down the law in front of your friend. I know you know better than to make a fuss like that. You were so good for me the first night. So why don't we forget today, I won't even tell your mom you swore and tomorrow when we do it all again, we can go back to being friends.” She put her hand on my thigh. “Don't forget, back when we were both kids, how good a friends we were.”    “Yeah, ok and thanks for not telling my mom. She would've washed my mouth out with soap.”    “Now can you be a big boy and apologize to me for making a fuss in the store and saying I can't use your…” She paused, “Your mom’s money.”    “Yes ma'am.” I swallowed my pride and said “I'm sorry I made a fuss in the store and said you couldn't use my-” I struggled to get it out, “mom's money.”    “and what have you learned?”    “I learned that it's not my money to control and I'm too immature to make financial decisions for myself.”    “Good boy!” she said as she ruffled my hair. “Financial is such a big word!”    I turned away, cringing at her talking down to me like that.    I felt her reach her hand down my shorts and squeeze the front of my training pants. “You even stayed dry all day too! That's brownie points!” I refused to react and eventually she spoke up again. “Your mom’s got a work thing tomorrow so I'll be over in the early morning to watch you. Maybe as a reward for staying dry, I'll make you a nice breakfast. You remember how good my tacos were, you don't even know what I can pull off with breakfast food!”    We got to my place and she pulled in the driveway. “Thanks for the ride.” I said as I climbed out of the car.    “Thanks for coming with me, sweetheart. You have a good night!” She smiled and waved all happy and I walked indoors.  Chapter 4:    The rest of the night was normal. I did the class reading, watched some YouTube and my mom put me in a diaper and silk pajamas. I layed in bed looking up at the ceiling. I had too much to think about to possibly go to sleep. Not to mention the sooner I slept the sooner I woke up to Sasha babysitting me again.    I thought about back when I was 9, Sasha and I went to the same daycare. All the other kids I was friends with were deemed by their parents to be old enough to stay home alone. I asked my mom if I could also try staying home alone and she said no. Eventually when I was 12 I realized I was the oldest kid at daycare so I begged her not to make me go anymore so she asked my Grandmother to start babysitting me.    Grandma was so nice and she wasn't as strict as my mom. I was still having a lot of accidents back then, wearing pull-ups all day and night. Grandma never made me feel bad about it. I began to tear up. Even when my night time accidents got too big and I had to switch to adult diapers she never judged me. She let me play on her office computer, watch whatever I wanted. Until I got to university, Grandma's house was the closest to normalcy I had ever felt.    The thing about comfort like that is you just get used to things. One at a time, you don't notice them piling on and then one day your foundation gets removed and you realize your position in life is… “absolutely awful.” I said out loud.    I rolled over and put my phone on the charging dock before rolling back to think.    My mom was always strict with me. I think she was worried about my safety and development. I've always been school smart, but I failed to hit a lot of the maturity and social milestones that most kids hit. If I hit them at all I was late.   I remember when I was 14 she finally trusted me to stay home alone on a trial basis. Just one day to see how I did. I tried to deep fry some frozen pierogies and started a grease fire. I called the fire department and I only got burned a little on my forearm. The cabinets above the stove had to be replaced too. That's why I'm not allowed in the kitchen. The severe failure of that first test really instilled what my mom already knew. I was immature and I'll probably always be that way.   “hhh.” I sighed. I better get some sleep. I rolled over and closed my eyes.      I woke up in the morning and grabbed my phone from the dock. It was 6am. I decided to scroll on Instagram for a while before getting out of bed. My diaper was only slightly wet, I had tossed and turned all night so I had my wits about me for most of it.    I walked out to the kitchen and saw Sasha there. “Oh hi, baby boy!” She came up and hugged me. “How's your diaper?” She asked and I was started as she grabbed it right away, mushing it around. “Feels like somebody's wet.”    “Uh yeah, I just was just gonna come tell you.”    “Ok, good job then. Come on, let's get you changed!” She grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hallway with a big smile on her face. She pulled down my pants and said “Lay down on the bed please!” I did as I was told and she asked “Genie, does your mother usually change you into a fresh diaper before your shower in the morning or do you go straight into a pair of training pants?”    “She puts me in training pants.”    “oh, ok.” she smiled and shrugged “I wonder if that leads to a lot of laundry? I'll wipe you off extra good so that these training pants can be the ones you wear for the day.” She grabbed some wipes from the drawer and untaped my diaper. She began wiping every inch of my down stairs and I was once again grateful to feel the touch of such a beautiful woman down there. She removed the diaper from underneath me and slid the training pants up my legs, these ones had a pokéball pattern with red on top and white on the bottom. A variety of pokémon graced the white part. It was one of my favourite pairs, I love pomémon and they're relatively thin compared to my other pairs. “Lift your bumm.” she said and I did. She slid the training pants all the way onto me and then hugged me while I was still laying down. “Good job Genie. You're being such a good boy this morning.”    “Thank you, Mama.” I flailed my arms, a slip of the tongue was all it was. “Sorry, sorry! I meant to say ma'am!”    Sasha tilted her head and swooned “Awww, that's so cute! You just called me Mama.” She brushed my hair back with her hand as I blushed and tried to hide my face. “it's ok kiddo, it must be different having someone else change your diaper. You just got a little confused.”    “I misspoke, that's all.”    “ok, well stand up “She grabbed my hands and tugged me to my feet “and we’ll go get you some breakfast… Mama's Boy.” She smirked and then skipped out to the kitchen.    There I stood in my exposed training pants and silk pajama shirt. “This is so humiliating.” I thought as I walked out to the kitchen.    “It's gonna be second, ok kiddo? She was digging out cooking stuff. “Why don't you go watch something age appropriate on tv while I cook.”   “Actually I wanna take a shower, while I wait, get ready for the day.”    “Oh alright, guess I really didn't need to clean you that much, but it looked like you enjoyed it.”    I blushed and hid my face. “Was it really that obvious?” I asked.    “it was practically painted all over your face. I understand though. You may have the mind of a child, but your body is very much adult. It must be confusing having a woman your own age touch you there.”    “This is too embarrassing, I'm just gonna go.”   “And you can shower on your own right? You don't need help or changed into a little swimmers.” She asked, earnestly.    “No, I only wear little swimmers in the bath. Showers are fine because it all goes down the drain.” With that I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the floor. I walked over to the toilet and pulled down my training pants, then I sat down to pee. After that I kicked off my training pants. I got up, stepped in the shower and turned on some nice hit water. Showering felt nice. It was a peaceful time to decompress, it was early, but I had already been through a lot. I washed all over my body, singing and not thinking. When I was done I stepped out, moisturized my skin and put my hair up. A while ago I started keeping my products in the bathroom for a little bit of private time out of padding. If no one knew it didn't matter. I noticed some stubble growing in so I shaved it close, my beard is patchy and curly, looks like an Italian man's arms when I grow it out.    Finally all my grooming was done so I knew it had to be done. I stepped back into my training pants and pulled them up. I left the bathroom as quietly as possible, but Sasha spotted me anyway. “Gene, come sit.” She called, “I made Sinangag!”    I turned around and walked to the kitchen “What's that?”    “It's a popular breakfast in the Philippines!” She smiled and placed a bowl on the table.    I walked over and sat down. “I've never had Rice for breakfast before.”    “It's pretty common in most of Asia and some of Africa.”    “Your mom's from the Philippines, right?”    “Yeah, she used to make this for me.” She looked away in a moment of nostalgia.    I tried a bite “OH MY GOD, it's delicious!” I exclaimed, while shoveling another spoonful in my mouth. “and there's chicken in it too! with egg on top, that's two proteins, so we can pretend it's healthy!” I smiled.    “Overall, it's not too bad. You don't keep a figure like mine eating nothing but junk food.”    I kept talking with my mouth full. “Well if eating this’ll make me look as good as you sign me up!”    She chuckled and rubbed my back a little. Very quickly I finished eating and was sad to see it over. I went to my bedroom to get dressed. I picked out a Navy Blue Charmander shirt to match the Pokémon on my training pants and some dark acid wash jeans. I put them on and walked back out to the living room.    I saw Sasha sitting on the couch, scrolling on her phone. “Hey, since I cooked, can you do the dishes?”    “Oh yeah, sure! Not a big cost for such a fantastic meal.” I really didn't mind at all, I was excited that she asked me in a way that sounded like I could've said no. I did the best job I could, I even cleaned the pan instead of leaving it to soak like I do when my mom tells me to clean the dishes.    “Great job, Genie.” Sasha said as she patted my bumm. “All these dishes are squeaky clean!” she stood on her tippy toes and kissed the left side of my chin. “Big boys get big kisses!” she complimented. “Welp, you should get your backpack. We gotta head out soon to get to my first class.”   “ok.” I went to my room and got the bag, then we went out to the car.   “Hey by the way.” Sasha said. “There's a puppy parade going on all day today, at the university, if you wanna go see it.”    “Oh, yeah! I love dogs! What's a puppy parade? like they're driving them around on floats?”    “No, you silly.” She gently elbowed me. “They bring in all the dogs from shelters so people can meet them and adopt them!” She smiled bright like a rainbow.”    “Yeah that sounds super fun!” I replied. Sasha checked my training pants one more time before we went and after that we were off.       Chapter 5:    We arrived at the university and climbed outta the car. We began to walk towards the building and saw trucks and men with hard hats setting up pens and stages.    “Here, hold my hand.” Sasha said as she held hers out.    “why, do I have to hold your hand?”    “I just want you to be safe!” she smiled “We're walking through a construction zone.”    It was really far too tame to require that kind of precaution, but I wasn't gonna turn down an opportunity to hold a pretty girl's hand. “ok.” I said, pretending it was a compromise.    Her hand was silky smooth and warm and now standing closer to her I realized she smelled like nice flowers. For just a moment I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.    We walked into the building and continued holding hands all the way to my classroom. Donny was waiting outside, leaning against a wall. “Wow, you're holding hands now. You sure you're not dating?”    “Awww, nooo, groooss.” she said, only half joking. She let go of my hand and brushed my hair around. “He's like a little brother to me, I can't even imagine.”    “oh? But you sucked his dick yesterday?”    We both looked at eachother, panic in our eyes. “Right I did, but, I…” Sasha tried to think of something.    I stepped in “We decided to pretend it didn't happen yesterday, because I came too quickly. It was my first time and it was embarrassing for both of us.”    “o-k.” Donny paused and squinted his eyes, I couldn't tell if he didn't believe us or wasn't following the lie. “Anyway, do you got the USB for the presentation? We got bumped up cuz bitch ass Caroline has the flu, AGAIN.”    “Aw shit, I'm still not finished my portion!”    “Watch it!” Sasha said with a sharp tone    Donny looked perplexed. “Alright, well, go to the computer lab, finish it quick. Throw any old crap together and get it to me by 9:45, that's when we go up.”    “Alright, I ran off to the computer lab and lost Sasha somewhere along the way. I plugged the USB in and got to work.    Minutes passed of me with my rushed mind until Sasha walked in with a bucket of water. “Alright, punishment time, little boy.”    “What, what do you mean? I gotta get work done.”   “You said yesterday that when your mom hears you swearing she washes your mouth out with soap.   I stopped typing and looked her in the eye, pleading “No please Sasha, I'll be good. I won't swear again, I promise.”    “Oh I know you won't, I'm gonna make sure of that.” She set the bucket on the floor and pulled the wet bar of soap out. “Down on your knees over the bucket, little boy.”    “Someone will see us. This is messed up, even for you.”    “You think I'm an amateur,” she grabbed my chin and directed me to look her in the eyes as she got really close and whispered “I locked the door.” Out of nowhere she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down on the floor. “Now open your mouth or this becomes a spanking!” she said sternly and confidently.    I opened my mouth and she slid the bar in. I pulled back at the bitterness, but she held my head in place as she began to scrub. I felt confusingly turned on by having a beautiful woman's fingers in my mouth. The soap tasted horrible and I tried to spit out the suds into the bucket, but she kept making more. I was moaning and gurgling the whole time, eventually I teared up and she dropped the soap into the bucket.    She brushed my hair back with her other hand. “There, now are you gonna swear again?”    “No, no I promise.” I cried.    “Good boy.” She kissed me on the cheek and smiled as she walked away with the bucket. I caught my breath and tried to get back to work, but I couldn't focus. The time came when I had to deliver the project so I saved and left.    When I got to the room, I had soap stains on my shirt and it was obvious I had been crying.    “Yo, what happened to you?” Donny asked.    “I'm sorry,” I gulped, “I couldn't finish the project.”   “Yeah, it’s…” Donny paused. “It's ok.” He patted my back.    When it was time for the presentation and I got up, he put in the USB and opened it up. His section went off without a hitch. but when mine showed up, vast swaths of information was either wrong or missing and the second last slide was just a white screen that said “I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry”    We sat back down and the professor walked over to us. “So umm, what the hell was that?”    “Don't punish Donny for that. I was responsible for the back half, I botched it.” I begged.    “Listen, I can tell you put a lot of effort in.” She looked at Donny “But Gene I know you can do better, so I'm gonna grade you both separately.”    I smiled, “Thank you.”    “Donny you get 96%, you did the best you could.” She looked at me “Gene, 42. At Least you had that cool fact about beekeeping I didn't know.”    “Thank you ma'am!” I called out as she walked away.    “That's a terrible grade, you know that, right?” Donny asked.    “Yeah, I'm just glad she didn't punish you.”    15 minutes later, class was over and we went out to the main entry. Sasha was waiting for us. “Hey boys!” She waved with a big smile on her face as she ran over. “Are you ready to see some puppies!?” she asked, with more enthusiasm than most could muster.    “Hell yeah!” Donny shouted as he galloped off, outside. I tried to follow but was held back.    “Hold up little one, you smell like pee.” She reached her hand down my pants and squeezed the front of my training pants. “Yep, just a little bit wet. Did you have an accident during our little punishment this morning?”    I thought back and realized I did. “Yeah.” I put my head down ashamed.    “Alright, come on, I didn't wanna go here again, but disabled washroom now.” She pulled me in by the sleeve of my shirt and pulled down my pants. “So much for pokémon training, you're failing at potty training.” I tried not to cry and she unzipped my book bag and took out my spare pair of training pants and some wipes. She opened up the changing station. “Alright get on.”    “Can that thing support me?”    “Yeah, I read it, it's extra strong for disabled adults.” I hopped up on it and laid down. She told me to lift my bumm and she tugged off my wet trainers. She wiped me down good and sprayed some of her own Cherry Blossom body spray on my genitals “Don't want a pee smell.” she said. I winced because the spray stung a little. She pulled a new pair of training pants up on me then put my wet ones in a tied up plastic bag with the wipes. She put the bag at the bottom of my book bag before helping me off the platform and back into my jeans. “Good boy.” She said, patting my head. “You always behave so well during changes.    We walked out of the bathroom and there waiting for us was Donny. “So, another together bathroom visit?”   Sasha and I looked at eachother, her face looked grim and I could feel a sickening sensation. We both knew what had to happen now.    “Please, let me tell him.” I pleaded, “It's better if it comes from me.”    “No.” She grabbed my wrists. “The more I think about it, you've been through enough today, so let me talk.” She turned to Donny and spoke in a blosé voice “Fine you caught us, we're dating.”    My heart legitimately stopped for a second, I couldn't believe she was falling on this sword for me.    Sasha spoke again. “Just don't tell his mom, ok. She's like, Uber Christian so he's not supposed to be like dating or having sex before marriage.”    Donny looked at me and took a second to process. “I guess that makes sense. I've only met your mom a couple times in the parking lot, but she was crazy strict.” He walked over and patted my shoulder. “Hey, I won't tell a soul.” He turned to Sasha “Are you gonna give him back his debit card?”    “No, that's important. It's kinda our excuse for spending time together.” She lied again.    “Alright.” He turned to me. “Well I'm glad you're finally moving up in the world. First girlfriend, first blowjob, who knows what's next.” He started walking out towards the front entrance “Now can we finally go look at some FUCKING DOGS!”     We walked with him but a little ways back and I whispered “So what, we're just gonna tell people we're dating?”    “Yeah, I guess so. Just a moment of empathy ya know. We were friends, Genie, and you were always so sweet to me. I just” she stopped to think” couldn't bring myself to destroy your reputation.”    “Thank you.” I said and we joined hands as we went through the door to finally see the puppy parade.      Chapter 6:    I stepped out and blinked from the sun and as my vision cleared I saw we were surrounded by many pens with puppies and dogs of all ages. We walked in and saw the pens were marked with signs saying either “Safe to pet” “will bite” “I'm nervous but I'm nice” or “Enter and play with me”    Sasha spotted these adorable little Weiner dogs labeled safe to pet “OO! We gotta go pet them!” She jumped over and bent over the pen.    “Wow, she has a fantastic ass.” I thought to myself as she bent over in her short jean shorts. I knew it was inappropriate to stare for long and I did want to pet the dogs so I went up and bent over with her. We petted them, played with them, Scratched the scruff on their faces.    Eventually we had to go and let somebody else have a turn, so we walked down the line and saw the “Enter and play with me” pen.   “OH! Let's go in there!” I said, grabbing Sasha's elbow and pulling her over.    There were 5 dogs in there. All grown, all very happy to be getting so much attention. Two Border Collies, a Black lab, a Husky and an Aussie Shepherd. The Pen was big so the dogs would have lots of room to run. It used up most of the grassy area, but it allowed people to play fetch with the dogs.    I picked up a slobber covered tennis ball and got a border collie's attention, I waved it around a little to get the dog excited, then I threw it all the way to the other end of the pen. The border Collie ran so fast and then brought it back fast too. We played a few rounds while Sasha and Donny showered an overheating Husky with love and belly rubs and a soft ice pack that they moved around.    Eventually the border collie jumped up on me and I got down to its level to pet it and give it scritches.   “You two have a good energy together.” a obese curly haired, middle aged woman called out from outside the pen. She wore a shirt with the logo of the Shelter on it. “Are you thinking about adopting?”   “Oh, I don't know. I still live with my mom and she doesn't really like dogs.”    “Oh that's a shame. Lil Jack O'Lantern is such a good little helper.” The woman walked into the pen and knelt down to pet the dog. “He used to be a service dog for an old man who couldn't move much. Unfortunately he died last year and the old man's family just gave old jack to us a month ago. Jack's a sweetheart, he deserves to be with a family. You never know your mom might like him!” She smiled up at me.    “Sasha!” I called over to her, “I wanna adopt this dog.”   “You wanna adopt a dog?”    “Yeah, this lady here was telling me the saddest story about how he's been alone since his owner died and he's the sweetest most helpful little thing.”    “Now does that seem responsible, Genie?”    “Umm sorta, it's definitely the nice thing to do.”    “Is it the nice thing to do? Do you have money to feed it, stuff to take care of it and will your mom even let it in the house?”    “I guess not.” I looked down, sad.    “So I guess you know the answer.”   “I'm sorry little buddy.” I bent over and scratched his head, then I got down on my knees and hugged him. I guess this is a one time thing. I'm gonna miss you.”    The dog didn't understand, it was just happy to be hugged and petted.    “Come on Genie, let's keep moving.” Sasha said, as she pulled me by my armpits up to my feet. with that we left and I waved goodbye to the dog I wasn't mature enough to adopt.    We walked a little further and saw they were selling Slush Puppies, Hush Puppies and Hot Dogs to raise money for the shelter. “Can you get me some Hush puppies please, Sasha.” I asked.    “Ok, it's for a good cause.” She said with a big smile on her face. “I'm also gonna get a slushie to cool off. We can share it if you want.”    “Yeah that sounds good!”    She poured the slushie and asked the guy at the stand for some hush puppies. He scooped them into a cardboard holder and put some maple syrup in a dipping container. She tapped my card and I cringed a lot at the $16 price of it all.    The Hush puppies were soft and warm and tasted amazing. Sasha drank from the slushie a couple times before leaning it over to me “Only one straw.” I thought to myself. “Swapping spit is a whole new level of intimacy. We've kissed before but that was years ago. Maybe I'm working my way up to being her real boyfriend.”    “You gonna drink some?” She asked, I realized I took too long thinking and I shoved my head right in, taking two big sucks. It was pretty good, but you know, just an average slushie.    We kept walking over to the section with pens that said “Warning will bite.” Most of the pens were solo with one dog only, but the ones who were together were cute to look at. They were cuddling with each other so I guess maybe they didn't like humans.    “Now remember Genie, don't stick your hand in this one. The sign says they're dangerous.” Sasha warned.   “Yeah, I can read.” I snarcked back.    “Hey, cool it with the sass, kiddo. I'm just trying to keep you safe.”    “What the fuck, kiddo?” Donny was weirded out.   “Yea, I'm talking down to him because he's being UNGRATEFUL.” Sasha replied, making sure it was loud enough for me to hear.   We kept drinking the slushie until it was all gone, alternating sips usually two at a time. I noticed I had to pee so I wandered off from Sasha, towards the porta potties   “Hey where are you going?” Sasha called out    “Just to the porta potties, over there. I gotta pee.”    “ok, I'll come with you.” Sasha followed me and Donny stayed behind to look at the pugs. “Ok, so did you wet yourself again or are you really gonna use a toilet?” she asked.    “I've really gotta go. No accident, ok?” with that I felt a small dribble in my trainers and started running, small bits coming out as I went. I got to the place, opened it up and it was already filthy and smelled terrible. I was still dribbling tho so I pulled down my pants and trainers and finished going in the toilet. “Oh, no. I'm a little wet.” I thought to myself. “Maybe if I lie Sasha won't know and there won't be any problem. I only brought the one change so it's not like she can do anything anyway.” I pulled up my bottoms and stepped out.    “Did you make it?” Sasha asked and the two stoner bros behind her tried to stifle a laugh.    “YeAh.” my voice cracked because I was nervous.   she pulled me back into the porta potty and checked me “Seems dry to me, but why do you seem nervous?”    “I-I maybe dribbled a little.” I couldn't look her in the eye.    “Ok, she pulled the front of my trainers out and shined her phone flashlight out to see the damage. “It's not too bad. I didn't see another change in your bag when I fished out the first one. She took a deep breath. “Ugh yuck, the air. we'll just deal with this right now and if it gets bigger I'll take you across the street to the drug store and buy you some pull-ups.”    My heart sank. I was so proud when I got promoted to fabric training pants even though it was mostly because I grew out of pull-ups. I suddenly realized something. “Wait, but I'm too big for pull-ups!”    “That is true, I'm so used to babysitting physical children, I forgot you wouldn't fit.” She thought for a moment and scratched her chin “They do have adult pull on diapers, they're not decorated, but they'll do for absorbancy.”    “I don't really need the designs anyway, if my mom would buy them I'd wear plain white or grey trainers every day.”    “Sounds like a plan.” We walked out again and everybody was staring at us.    a campus security guard approached “What were you two doing in there?”    “Uhh, notHINg.” My voice cracked.    “Yeah, we were just making out.” Sasha said.    “Alright, well ya don't need to take up a porta potty to do that. There's a line. Just be normal college kids and make out in a field. But you should know if you were hooking up in there, that's still public indecency. Now I'm not a cop, so I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Just be more considerate of others.”    “Yes sir.” We said in unison and then he strolled off with his hands on his belt.    “Jeepers, that was close.” I said. “I thought he was gonna say he knew what happened in there, or like we were gonna get kicked out.”    “Haha, me too.” Sasha smiled and rubbed the back of her head. “Let's go to the pharmacy, everybody's staring at us.”    “But I didn't wet more.” I said in a half whisper half wine.    “I know, I just don't wanna be here anymore.” Sasha took my hand and pulled me out of the puppy parade.     We walked into the pharmacy, it was cool from air-conditioning and whites and beiges were everywhere. We saw the children's isle and walked up it. Sasha let go of my hand and said “Stay close.” before studying the weight range on every type of children's pull-up. “How heavy are you?” She asked.    “About 220Lbs, I think.” I hadn't weighed myself in months, but at 6’0 even I was a decent size guy. I didn't have abs or anything, just big arms and a little tummy. I have some dumbbells next to my desk that I lift as sort of a stim toy when I watch YouTube videos.    “Alright, we'll have to go over to the adult diaper section.” Sasha took my hand again and lead me over. She looked at everything and found a womens nighttime pull-up that had roses on it. “Look, these ones have designs!”    “Those are women's though.” I said, slightly embarrassed.    “You don't wanna wear women's?”    “No.” I shook my head.    She moved down the aisle and found a men's pull-up that had blue and white stripes. “Hmm, these are a little more boring but at least they have something. Everything else for boys is grey and black.”    “I'd honestly love the black ones.”    “Yeah, but you're not the one picking them out, are you?” She did a bitchy little smirk and tilted her head at me. She walked back over and grabbed the women's rose pull-ups again and began walking up to the counter.    “Wait, but Sasha those are the girl ones, pleeease Sasha I'm a man, I can't wear the girl ones.”    “Quiet down, silly boy. You're not a man so these’ll do fine.” She scanned them in self checkout and paid with my debit card. Then she took me to the bathroom at the back of the store.   “Alright, pants down, little boy.” She said to me and I pulled my pants down and then she squeezed the front of my trainers. “The wetness is starting to go through. It's a good thing I'm changing you. She pulled down my trainers and helped me step out of them. Then she opened up the bag of women's rose pull-ups and she opened one up for me to step into. I stood there with it around my ankles and she said. “Wait, I forgot to wipe you.” She went in my bag and got the wipes and wiped me down, just on the front this time. It wasn't a boner per say, but I did get a half chub as she rubbed my Jr Meat Stick. My half chub was immediately emasculated when she pulled the pulled the pull-up up over top of it. “Alright all done!” She smiled “You can, put your pants on or I can get you a dress, Gena!” She teased.    “Stop being mean to me.” I sulked. “This is embarrassing.” I pulled up my pants.   “Ok sweetheart.” She grabbed my arms as she led me out of the bathroom.    We walked back over to the Puppy Parade and met up with Donny again, we had some fun and petted some more dogs before getting in Sasha's car and heading home.    When I walked into my house I knew it would be terrible. My mom had a usual routine of checking my bag for homework assignments and stuff I wasn't allowed to have after every day. I knew when she saw my Pull-ups she was gonna be furious.   

Well, I have chapter fifteen ready and waiting, but first! the reply:     Okay, I can understand the criticism. Hisaki Kurakawa (only Megan calls her "Hissy-fit" because she obviously loves self-projection and stuff like that) is much stronger than most Amazons, both from long practiced (it wouldn't be the first time she's had to carry a babyfied Amazon) and because of her augmentations (which I'll explain more of in the next Jyrgal chapter). Glad to know that my story's darkness and brutality is interesting you instead of turning you away (like it definitely could). Still, a lot of the better characters are going to get happy endings; it's just going to take a lot of suffering and loss. And now, for the moment you've waited for, with some Content Warnings for a fair amount of abuse - both to Littles and the workers in the space and description of injuries and blood and sexual content. Viewer discretion is advised. And now for the chapter:   -   Chapter Fifteen: How Sick can You Get?!   -   Clover was scared for Axel.   Yes, she and Heather were actually getting along swimmingly, bonding over video games on their Switches (Heather had Super Mario Party and Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, so they played a lot of multiplayer when they could), sharing the food that was cut up into manageable bites, even with the predatory gaze of Matilda seemingly waiting for her to slip up (especially after she changed Heather’s loaded diaper with mocking motherly comments)…but she was worried.   What’s the so-called “Bottom One”? Why did Matilda hint that she’d be babying Axel? What’s the fucking problem with these people?!   Clover didn’t say those words out loud, even after Matilda got Heather out of the playpen with calm, cruel intent and surgically hit her all over until her body with a belt was black and blue, all for no good reason (or, perhaps, a reason beyond her understanding or conscientious thoughts) - and if she was comfortable hitting the teen Little publicly, God knew what she did in private - even when the Amazon’s cruel gaze demanded her to say something, anything at all. But she didn’t - and that was the worst feeling of all.   I’m so fucking useless. I can’t save Heather or Axel or Jyrgal. How am I going to save Windy?   Tears were in her eyes, and Matilda noticed.   “Aww, does the widdle baby need her diapee checked?” she cooed mockingly.   Clover knew that she badly needed a diaper change. It wasn’t the reason she was crying, but she really needed one after the long car ride, eating the food cut up for her and drinking Jyrgal’s milk (even if the diluted milk didn’t cause language loss, it was still was as addictive as heroin and still causing complete loss of her sphincter).   “Yes, please,” she said quietly, submissively bowing her head.   “Sorry, but unless you’re going to feed from me, I have every right to not change that filthy diaper of yours. Since, you know, you’re apparently not my own Little.”   Matilda’s voice was cruel and petty with the way she said it. Clover almost wanted to snap back…but she didn’t.   There, Axel. Keeping my cool, just as you said I have to…   Then a knock on the door.   “You may enter,” the Amazon said in a bored tone.   It was that fat bitch, Yasmina, and another fat bitch who had to be Yolanda.   Surely there isn’t enough doorway for the both of them, Clover thought. She didn’t say it out loud, though.   Just keeping my cool, just like you said, Axel…   “Ladies.” Matilda’s voice was a low purr, but there was an edge to it that made Clover shiver. “What have you come to me for?”   “To say that Krauty went into the Shop,” Yolanda sneered. “That he’s got until tomorrow at least.”   “And that the Dome has been cleaned,” Yasmina added. “He’s finished his job as The Bottom One for today, and he’ll be ready for the nanite treatment tomorrow.”   Matilda got up slowly, made her way towards Yasmina and Yolanda with a dissonant smile…and brutally yanked them both by their hair as they screamed in pain; the Amazon was bigger and obviously stronger than both of them.   “Let me be clear, Yazzy, Yoly; he is not finished for today or tomorrow,” Matilda hissed. “I wanted him brought up to my office yesterday, and you haven’t even done that. Why, I ask, have you come up to my office without The Bottom One in your possession to tithe me? And he will do the job again and maybe even a third day if I wish. I have no use for men or women who can’t please me, physically, mentally, or sexually. Now get him.”   “Yes, of course, please, lemme go!” Yasmina squealed in pain like the fat pig she was as her hair was yanked.   “Matilda, please, you’re pulling my hair out!” Yolanda was also squealing like an old sow to the slaughterhouse.   “I’ll cut your fucking tongues out if you pull this shit again,” Matilda said coldly. “Get The Bottom One. Now.”   She let them go, and the fat women immediately shoved each other to get out of the door, barely fitting through with their bulk.   Matilda sighed. “Useless, the lot of them.” She shook her head, turning to Clover, daring her to say something she’d regret.   Clover merely started suckling on her pacifier.   Keeping my cool, Dadd - er, Axel.   Why was she thinking of Axel as her Daddy and Jyrgal as her Mommy? She couldn’t rely on either of them to be honest. She had no idea what the “Bottom One” was; Axel had not told her all of what went on at work. She had no idea why Jyrgal was lying. She even had no idea what to expect from Heather (whom she simultaneously adored like a little sister and felt extremely sorry for, as the teenager was being nursed by Matilda again, even though she was obviously full).   A knock on the door distracted her from her thoughts.   “Enter,” Matilda said coldly.   Yolanda and Yasmina again with the latter carrying a small bundle that was-   No way! No fucking WAY!   It was Axel, smaller than even she was, the size of a six month old, dressed in a pink onesie with sparkling glitter, a flared out skirt, and a diaper underneath; clearly, they wanted to humiliate him as much as possible. He wasn’t struggling, obviously passed out from…whatever job he had to do.   Axel…that’s what she was talking about…   Clover didn’t think about whether this was permanent or not. She didn’t think about how they were going to get home…at least, not yet. All she was thinking about was how Axel was going to be treated by that bitch.   Yasmina held Axel in front of her, presenting him like Simba from the Lion King. Matilda looked coldly at her, dropping Heather back into the playpen, as the Little whined in pain from the fall.   “Wake him up,” she said. “I want him to be well aware of his…predicament.”   Yolanda brought something up…like a smelling salt, waking the tiny man from his slumber with a gagging cough…before Matilda brought him to her left breast, the areola dripping with milk.   “You. Feed, and don’t bite, or I’ll make you sorry you were ever born,” she said in a faux-sweet tone that was dripping with venom, like a fucking rattlesnake.   Axel, his head bowed in defeat, began to suckle, to Clover’s horror, as she glared at the monster who was Axel’s boss.   You rotten bitch! If I was bigger, I’d fucking kick your ass!   She didn’t say it, though, even though she desperately wanted to say it out loud. Was it because of Axel’s words, that retaliating would put her in danger…or was she just scared?   Maybe it’s a bit of both…   Matilda got bored of feeding the man from her breast and dropped him into the playpen from the same height as she dropped Heather as he sobbed in pain, along with Heather, who was still babbling to express her own pain - her foot was bent at an odd angle; broken, most likely - and a terrified Clover, who was starting to realize the dangers of this world, dangers that she seemingly couldn’t escape.   I have to find Windy and get the hell out of here. I have to get out, I have to get out, get out, get out, GET OUT.   The terror in her eyes was clear to Matilda, who picked her up.   “So, are you scared, Little?” she whispered. “Why would you be scared of me? I’m sure you want to use your big girl words, say mean words about how I treat my Little and Axy; I see it in your eyes. For now, however? You suckle from me. Now. Your diapee smells foul, you’ll get a nasty diapee rash, and I will only change you when you nurse from me. You will do it. Right now.”   The right breast was frightening, as Axel’s depraved boss brought her close. Clover lost her patience, her restraint, and bit down hard, not even nursing, letting out her rage with the bite.   She felt a giant smack on the face, her nose starting to run with her red streaming from both nostrils.   “We do not bite,” Matilda scolded, as if Clover was a naughty toddler. “I will take two of your teeth as a one-time warning, but if you bite again, I will take all of them.”   She took out a pair of pliers, holding Clover by the neck as Axel screamed in anguish, his language not back yet. First came one of the bottom canines, the one on the left side, blood spraying from the pliers doing their work; then the one on the bottom right, as Clover screamed in agony from the crude extraction.   “Are you going to bite again?” the depraved Amazon asked coldly.   Clover shook her head, her eyes frightened, blood still pouring from her mouth and nose.   Matilda put Clover back to the breast…and Clover reluctantly suckled, her bitterness on Axel not being able to protect her at the front…until she pushed it back with her logic coming back as she felt the milk run down her throat.   He told me to not retaliate against Matilda, no matter what…and I did.   It’s not worth two fucking teeth, the bitter part of her mind thought. Fuck him. Fuck Jyrgal. They can’t protect me, and I have to find Windy, no matter what, and get the fuck out of this fucking hellhole.   Only…Clover had no idea what to do. As much as she hated it, wanted to deny the feelings she had, she was dependent on the two Amazons. She had no idea where her weapons were. She had no idea where to get more ammunition, whether the Amazons in this world would simply take her back…and as much as she was angry at Jyrgal and Axel…they did treat her better than the other Amazons had, Eseld and maybe Austin aside.   Just have to find my weapons, get Windy out, get the fuck out of dodge. I just need a plan…   Those desperate thoughts were the only thoughts in her mind. She did not speak after Matilda nursed her, didn’t make a sound throughout the subsequent diaper change, didn’t say anything as the head bitch forced Yasmina and Yolanda into sex on the floor in front of the three Littles, their squeals of pain echoing in the room as their evil fucking boss penetrated them with a walking stick.   She just knew that she had to get the hell out.   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

--- Chapter 42 --- Kelly made haste out of Little Town as the group followed at a more natural pace. Charlie repeated his ‘me too’ over her shoulder back to his brother, who arched a curious eyebrow but flashed a grin, which satisfied the Little enough not to push it further; Greg seemed like he was going to roll with it, but Kelly clearly needed convincing. Meanwhile, Sarah and Director Casper each looked immensely pleased, though each displayed a subtle difference in their expressions. “Choo-choo, honey, you don’t need to go here,” she whispered to him hastily as soon as she stepped through the glass door into the hallway, a nervousness in her tone. “I wanna,” he pouted as he angled his face down, looking down at her chest, and stuck out his lower lip. “Why?” she questioned breathily, and he swallowed as he felt the rising tide of guilt at hearing the hurt in her voice. She hadn’t been his full-time “nanny” for very long, and here he was, trying to go to a school for the first time in decades. And making a scene of it, no less. He now realized he hadn’t thought that through. Perception, especially of caretakers, was critical in this society. He clenched his jaw, irritated at himself, and made the commitment to find a way to fix it… But for now, he needed her on board. He needed to see Lexi through her introduction here and needed to get a better understanding of this place without Greg here. As it was clear, at least to Charlie, that this place was putting its best foot forward for Mr. Vankor. “Lexi,” he whispered quickly, hoping that was enough because it was all he had time for. The door opened as Greg exited and held it for the rest of the group, but unfortunately, when his eyes met Kelly’s, he knew immediately that he had made things worse. She looked… rejected. “We can get all the paperwork together and sent to you for signing by the afternoon,” Casper announced with a grin on her face and in her tone, nodding to Lexi first. “We’ll get Lexi into class and Charlie into whatever amount of daycare –” “No!” he blurted out immediately, and Kelly took in a sharp breath, jarred from her emotional spiral, and put a finger up to his lips. “Don’t interrupt,” she chided softly, though he couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t using any affectionate terms. Unwilling to push and make things worse for her, he let out his best pouty whine as he briefly looked at Greg, and then lay his head on Kelly’s shoulder. “He doesn’t need daycare,” Greg cut in confidently, offering a smile to Kelly as he tucked a hand into his pants pocket, while the other lifted to scratch at his chin. “I think he wants to join Lexi in class.” “Oooh, someone has a Little boyfrieeend,” Lauren gushed at Lexi, who blushed and looked away, trying to find something interesting to look at. Charlie looked surprised and stiffened, while Kelly sucked in an unsteady breath and tightened her grip on him. His eyes flickered to her as the words now felt like a sharp blade in his temple for being so stupid — Kelly was jealous. He grabbed at Kelly’s shirt and relieved the tension in his mind by imagining stabbing Lauren in the eye. “But he doesn’t need the class, either,” Sarah quickly injected as she looked to Greg, confused. “And he’d be taking the place of someone who really does.” “I’m not saying he does,” Greg hastily countered, lifting up a hand in surrender on that topic, and gave a nod in understanding. “I’m just translating his wishes. I understand if it’s against policy.” Charlie turned his head in and whined into Kelly’s shoulder, annoyed at how difficult everyone was making this. Kelly placed a hand on his back, but she wasn’t putting much effort into actually comforting. He grimaced as he pressed his face into her, begging that they would just move this along. “Nonsense,” Casper cut in, giving a sharp look to Sarah and then a wide, forced smile. “It would be our pleasure to take Charlie into the Maturosis class.” Sarah shot the director a look of surprise, but recovered quickly as she forced a smile, as if this was good news. “Sincerely, I don’t want to complicate things,” Greg pressed, waving a hand in the air. Charlie groaned into Kelly’s shoulder, having to push down the swell of irritation and urge to press. His brother was doing the right (i.e., “mature”) thing, but it was making this take so much longer than necessary. “Charlie can be on an accelerated course,” Casper asserted as she appeared to be working out how to appease everyone on the fly, and her eyes darted around as she gauged the reactions. Then she gestured to Sarah. “And given we don’t anticipate he will be in class long, we won’t count his presence against the maximum headcount.” Casper scanned the faces for any signs of further discontentment (Amazons only, of course), then gave a curt nod. “Can we do half days?” Kelly chimed in just as the director was taking in a breath. Charlie could feel her heart skip a beat and felt her body stiffen up anxiously. If that’s what it took to prevent Kelly from taking this so hard, so be it. “Yes,” Sarah smiled. “Typically, we don’t recommend it because it drags out graduation.” “But since that’s not pressing,” Greg added as he smiled at Kelly, who shot him a grateful look, his tone already suggesting he liked the idea. “That seems like a reasonable solution to make everyone happy and avoid overloading the staff.” Charlie moved his head to the side to assess his brother. His participation in these kinds of things was usually more passive. He would remain quiet, hear everything out, and often defer; in the past, Greg would have asked Charlie a clarifying question by now, or tried, somehow, to figure out the motive. He was equal parts surprised, confused, and proud of him… and had to force down that nasty little voice that was annoyed he wasn’t being more included in the conversation. The director’s smile thinned, and she inclined her head, directing the group back through the hall as she reluctantly agreed to half-day classes. Charlie mused on how no one was fully satisfied with this arrangement. That was the sign of a true compromise: something was still happening, but no one was completely happy about it. “I’ll have my assistant draw up all the paperwork and call you both individually to walk you through it,” Casper explained as she put her hands behind her back, one hand holding the other’s wrist as she led the group towards the front entrance. “She will coordinate the best time to start classes befitting our and your schedules.” “Thank you,” Lauren stated first, nearly walking shoulder to shoulder with the director. Sarah looked at her watch – ah ha! Charlie stiffened up as he stared; she did have a technical watch identical to the rest of the staff! … He glared at it. “Since the tour is over, I –” Sarah began. “I will dismiss you when we’re done, Miss Chaunders,” Casper interrupted sharply, not breaking her stride nor looking behind her. Sarah stiffened up, stopping in her tracks for a few steps, causing both Greg and Kelly to stop with her. Kelly made what Charlie could only picture as a mouse squeak, but Greg arched an eyebrow, turning his questioning gaze to Sarah. She looked up at him, her face flushing red, and she shook her head hastily, quickly walking again to catch up. He then looked back at Kelly, who grimaced and shrugged, while Charlie decided now was the best time for ye olde paci. Greg nodded, both unclear to whom, and the trio made haste to rejoin the group just as they were entering the front room. The receptionist’s face lit up as the group approached and began setting up the sign-out process. Casper set her hand flat upon the desk and tapped her index finger on it. “Lexi and Charlie will be joining us, but are done for the day,” she announced to Barbara, who gave a small cheer towards the Littles, then nodded and set the sign-out sheet on the counter. “Sarah, stop by my office after seeing them out,” Casper ordered as her eyes connected with Sarah’s for a moment, but she didn’t wait for any confirmation. She turned back to the group and smiled broadly. “We are thrilled to welcome you to the Little Steps Academy and family.” Sarah’s face faltered as she looked to the director, then put on her best smiling face to the group. “We are, too,” Lauren replied quickly and eagerly, giving Lexi a bounce. Greg gave an awkward nod as he glanced down at Kelly, who tried to keep herself busy by fidgeting with Charlie’s shortalls and pacifier clip, which caused him to grin at her knowingly. “Nuggies?” he asked quietly around the pacifier, and finally, Kelly smiled. “We’ll see, Choo-choo,” she replied quietly as she turned around, putting her back to the group as the receptionist began the check-out process. She took a few steps away, taking a few breaths through her nose and out her mouth, then kissed his forehead. He smiled, grateful the affection was returning, and leaned against her, relaxing in her arms. As ordered, Sarah saw the group out to the front door. Greg paused, lingering as he looked to her, a slight frown appearing, but she shook her head subtly. He gave a nod in understanding, and everyone wished each other goodbye and made their way to the parking lot. Lauren gushed the entire walk, to which Lexi looked over her mother’s shoulder and gave a dramatic eye roll to Charlie. While he grinned, so too did Greg, and Lexi blushed, not aware he had been looking at her. Once at the cars, Lauren did another round of thanking them, and Greg waved it off. As she and Kelly began loading the Littles into their car seats, he glanced between the two, still trying to piece together what Charlie was trying to do. But as his eyes fell in consideration, he realized he was better off letting his Little brother do this thing… and that he could do his own, too. “Hey, Lauren, can I have a word before you go?” he asked suddenly, and Lauren confirmed, her upper half in the car as she was buckling Lexi in. Charlie craned his neck, shooting a curious look at Kelly, who mirrored it. “What’s up?” Lauren asked after she closed the door, smiling as she approached him. Greg was staring down at the sidewalk, scratching his jawline in thought. “I’m not trying to make any implications here, but… I know this place is expensive,” he commented as his eyes briefly glanced up to the building, then met Lauren’s. Her face was suddenly very still, like she was concentrating on keeping it that way. ”I’d be happy to talk to Kelly about half-days with Lexi moving forward. She could spend the morning here, and the afternoon at the house.” “Oh, Greg, that’s —“ “It’s not just about money,” he said quickly, lifting a hand in apology; he was not one to interrupt people, but he also had a habit of pausing long enough for people to think he was done talking. “Charlie’s never had long term Little friends. Most of the ones he met lived here only part-time at best. He adores Kelly, so it’s a big deal that he wants to do this.” “Well, Littles are impulsive like that,” Lauren chuckled awkwardly, giving a half-shrug as her eyes darted to the car. Kelly smiled, having already shut the back door and waved, descending into her seat and shutting the door. Lauren waved back, smiling, though that quickly turned into biting her lower lip. “It would significantly delay her graduation…” “About that,” Greg grimaced slightly and cleared his throat, then gestured a hand towards his car. “The director, she made it clear that graduation is subjective. They have their criteria, and you have yours. But look at Charlie… he never graduated, never lasted more than a month at any school.” “Greg, I work,” Lauren scoffed, shaking her head. Her defensive posture was returning. He had a flash of the argument with Sarah, recalling her own shifts in posture that he didn’t read in the moment, and he winced. “I know,” he replied, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck. “I’ve… had that argument with Sarah recently.” “Oh,” Lauren winced slightly, glancing back at the school. “Look, I just - I like Lexi,” he smiled, placing a hand on his chest. “I like her attitude. I like that she calls me Greg. It’s unique and harmless. And…” he hesitated, frowning down at the ground. “I don’t want her to change because a school, or a strict grandmother, said so.” “I’m saying so,” Lauren stressed, her shoulders adjusting as her hackles appeared raised. Greg lifted his eyes to meet hers and stared for a long moment, and this silence appeared to do more than any words he ran through his mind could, for Lauren’s face softened and relaxed. She took in a breath and licked her lips, bringing them inward to bite for a moment. “I just thought I’d offer,” Greg added quietly and shrugged, averting his eyes to the car where Kelly was looking down in her lap. He had so much more he wanted to say; he could hear the words, grilling her about forcing Lexi to fit a mold, about beating Littles into submission all for the sake of appearances and convenience, about how Charlie didn’t need school to fit in with the family… but this was twice now he had tried to raise the point and was met with a defense made from a combination of money and heightened emotions. Still uncertain about where he and Sarah had landed after the same confrontation, he didn’t want to risk alienating Lauren and Lexi, too. He felt a tightness in his chest, and he grimaced, sighing as he took a step back. “It’s, uh, it’s fine. I’m sorry I… It’s none of my business.” Starting to retreat to his car, Lauren stepped forward. “Wait,” she called out quietly, putting a hand out for him, but it never connected to his arm, as she didn’t get close enough. “Thank you… for caring. I’ll think about it… If the offer is still there.” “It is,” Greg smiled, breathing out another sigh, this time in relief. “Okay,” Lauren smiled in reply and nodded. “I’ll… text you.” Greg nodded and waved before getting into a silent car, and he glanced to his right at Kelly as he shut his door. She smiled at him, and he looked back at Charlie, who smiled behind the pacifier. “Nuggies?” Greg asked. “Nuggies!” Charlie cheered. The car ride had been reasonably quiet or filled with fluff. For Charlie’s part, he hadn’t wanted to risk a conversation with Kelly in the parking lot, and since they were going through a drive-through, he didn’t want to start something that was going to be awkwardly interrupted. He wasn’t sure the giants’ motivations for remaining quiet, though he could reasonably guess. He groaned as the car turned onto their street, knocking his head against the car seat, the smell of the chicken nuggets driving him crazy. “Just one, pleeeease?” he asked with a groan, his stomach growling incessantly, and Kelly giggled. “We’re so close,” she excused with a wave of her hand. “It’ll be more of a pain to get it now than just to wait.” “Greeeeg, Kelly’s starving meeeee,” he whined dramatically, watching the car pass through the house’s gates. “Well, you are getting a little chubby,” Greg teased dryly, and even before Charlie could react, Kelly gasped and smacked his shoulder. “He is not!” she defended promptly, and both brothers laughed. Had he not been pulling into the garage, she would have fished out a nugget right then in defiance of Greg’s joke, but alas, they were home. As they made their way in, Kelly gave a drumming of her fingers on Charlie’s diaper, which was a sensation that caused him to jerk in surprise and flush slightly. “You want to eat first?” “Yeah,” he replied as he arched an eyebrow up at her, clearing his throat as he pictured one of the greying Amazons at Little Steps to quickly end his slight erection. “So, what’s the deal?” Greg asked as he dumped his car keys into the bowl. “What’s wrong with the place?” “Fuck if I know, Greg! I had one train ride, damnit!” Charlie fumed quickly, throwing his arms out indignantly as Greg’s question finally gave him permission to release all the tension he had built up. Kelly jerked slightly at the mood shift, laughing awkwardly as she silently motioned to the high chair or ground, and placed him in the chair when he pointed to it. “I thought we’d be there longer – what the fuck happened??” “Lauren set the pace,” Greg shrugged, rolling his eyes slightly as he grabbed napkins. “Once she said she was sold on it, that seemed to end the tour.” “And Mr. Money Bags couldn’t press for more time?” Charlie grumbled, half-glaring at his brother, who shot him a dry, annoyed look. “I didn’t want to be there any longer, either,” the Amazon brother replied tersely as he approached the table. “I didn’t think it was that bad,” Kelly frowned and shrugged, then sheepishly glanced at Charlie as he shot her a confused look. “What? I didn’t! I just - I don’t know why you have to go!” “I’m curious myself,” Greg mused, and Charlie grimaced at him. “Look, these schools aren’t going to show the gritty shit to you two,” he sighed, nodding in thanks as Kelly plopped the small box of Little nuggets on his tray. “Maybe if Lexi and I could have had more time there, I could have gotten a decent idea, but instead, Lauren put her on the spot in front of fucking everyone — of course she was going to say yes.” Greg nodded in agreement, but Kelly shifted uncomfortably; Charlie’s eyes snapped to her, clocking that as confirmation, and he pointed to her. “You started this,” he accused. “This - this crusade to help Lexi, so you can’t get jealous on me that I’m following your lead.” “Wh - what?!” Kelly blustered as she scooted back in her chair from surprise, placing a hand on her chest; Greg grinned slightly as he dipped a chicken tender in the spicy buffalo sauce and took a bite, watching the show. “Bouncy house!” Charlie shouted as he threw his arms up into the air. “You said you didn’t want one!” she defended in an increasingly high-pitched tone. “I DON’T!” he bellowed, his arms exploding out to his sides and then dramatically falling onto the tray with a thunk. “The point is you started fevering, so now it’s a household problem to fix!” “I - fevering?” Kelly’s volume dropped significantly in confusion, her head tilting slightly. “What is that?” “It’s what you Amazons do,” he grumped, grabbing a nugget and dunking it forcefully several times in the sweet barbecue sauce. “Your pupils dilate, your face turns red, and you obsess over protecting and babying Littles.” He then crammed the nugget into his mouth and began chewing, smacking his lips, maintaining an annoyed and grumpy look for all of five seconds before he closed his eyes and hummed pleasantly at the flavor. Kelly stared at him for a moment, her mouth hanging open as she processed the words, then she squinted at him. “I was not fevering!” Greg snorted, lifting a hand to his mouth to keep the food in, and he put up an apologetic hand when the two looked over. Charlie could grin at him, but Kelly was still well and truly offended. “No-no, I was not fevering,” she protested, shaking her head vehemently. “I just wanted to help!” “Uh-huh,” Charlie mocked, his eyebrows rising high as he exaggerated a nod. “And Lauren’s just trying to help poor baby Lexi, and Sarah’s just trying to help poor baby Littles, and –” “Okay-okay-okay,” Kelly interrupted hastily, swiping her hands in the air as she scoffed out a laugh, then a sigh. “I get it.” “I, uh, offered half-days to Lauren, too,” Greg chimed in sheepishly, his eyes flickering between the two. They both looked to him, then Kelly put a hand up to her face. “Ohh… I really did start this,” she groaned. Charlie cackled, then shoved another nugget into his mouth. “Good night,” Greg waved the pair off as he relaxed on the couch, yawning as he began to cycle through the stations. His eyes flickered up towards his room momentarily, then the TV, then the panels in the ceiling where Veronica’s arms were always diligently waiting. He pressed his lips together. He had been tempted several times, but he had built in protections with Veronica to avoid… discomfort. One such being, she would not do any diaper tasks with him if Kelly was in the room. During his first pass on programming that, he realized she would not initiate a task if Kelly were in the room, but it would complete if she entered. That required some fine-tuning and more looping of the code to take specific actions depending on how far into the process she was. Ultimately, he knew it wasn’t as big a deal as he was making it out to be in his head. Rationally, he knew Kelly wouldn’t care if she walked in on something or if he wore a diaper around her… His lips pressed together as his eyebrows furrowed. Even just talking himself through it, the idea was uncomfortable. Muting the TV, he sighed and closed his eyes, trying to probe the discomfort. ‘Greg-or-eee.’ Gasping, Greg sat up, alarmed. He looked around the room and sniffed. His heart was racing, and he put a palm on his chest to feel it banging against his ribs. After a few breaths, he reasoned he must have briefly fallen asleep and was jerked awake by… a memory. He groaned as he put his hands on his face and collapsed back on the couch. He hadn’t thought of Samantha since the courthouse. He hadn’t even thought to check his accounts, purge them, or wipe his machines. The entire thing had been neatly filed away in the back of his mind. Between Lexi and Sarah, he had been too preoccupied to give it attention… though a small voice in his head felt that was an excuse. An excuse to keep it all there, just in case. Letting out a heavy sigh, he turned the TV off and stood up from the couch. Clenching his jaw, he moved out of the living room and towards the center of the entryway… he stared, for a long moment, at the office. But after a long beat, he ascended the stairs. No laptops tonight. Just diapers.