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I love the Go Supreme pullups! For me they are very comfy and fit very well and are absorbent enough I can wear them put and about for short errands etc if I don't feel like wearing a thick bulky diaper. Northshore Megamax are still my go-to diapers of choice (along wjth the amazon sunkiss masterpiece.) 

Oooo-boy, this one took a while to finish. But now it's almost done. The last part should not take another year. Promise. ---------------------------------------------------- Tracy was woken up by someone gently shaking her shoulder.   "Ten more minutes Kat," Tracy murmured sleepily.   "I'm afraid it's time to get up, one-fifty-eight."   The voice wasn't familiar. Reality slowly penetrated Tracy's half-asleep brain, and she remembered that she wasn't at home. She opened her eyes and peered at the nurse standing next to her bed.   "It's time for your morning changing, and breakfast." Tracy couldn't tell if the nurse's cheerful tone was sincere or not, which annoyed her. This was the first night in a long time she had had more than six hours of uninterrupted sleep.   Maybe I should go undercover like this more often.   Tracy rolled over to protest, but felt her soaked diaper shift under her, and knew that staying in bed wasn't really an option. She sighed and pushed the covers aside to let the nurse change her.   The nurse was a lot more business-like than the one the day before, and Tracy realised she actually missed the cutesy names and slight infantilisation. Her schedule for the day was a bit lighter as well, with a check-up and only a single therapy session, both of them in the afternoon. The nurse gave Tracy the tray with her breakfast.   "Make sure you finish these before your checkup. You're still on diuretics, so it's important to hydrate properly." The nurse handed Tracy a pair of water bottles.   When the nurse left, Tracy lifted the lid to check out her breakfast: An apple, some kind of leafy greens that Tracy couldn't identify, buttered toast, and an omelette that smelled of ham and cheese.   "A girl could get used to eating like this," she mused out loud.   By the time she had finished everything on the tray except the greens which had had an unpleasant peppery flavour, the sky outside had gone from being overcast to dark and lead-grey clouds that promised rain and thunder. Tracy did a last check to make sure her diapers were hidden by her hoodie, grabbed the book Kat had brought her the day before and the last water bottle, and headed out. If she couldn't be outdoors, she'd go for the next best thing.   Tracy took the stairs again, and felt a little surge of pride when she reached the bottom and was still dry. She adjusted her diaper, giving it a little squeeze to scratch that all-too-familiar itch before opening the door and heading for the common area.   The large park-like room was mostly empty, with the exception of two men playing cards at a folding table. Only one of them was wearing a mask, and the other one looked too young to be a doctor, so Tracy figured he was a nurse or an orderly. Tracy went to stand in front of the window. The Saturday morning traffic on the street below was light, and there were a pair of drones darting in and out of alleys between the high-rise buildings. Tracy figured they were either police or private security surveillance drones.   Looking out over the city like this, made Tracy imagine herself as a queen surveying her kingdom. She felt her bladder give a little hiccup.   "Some queen," Tracy thought to herself as she wet herself. "Can't even stay dry for an hour." She sighed and leaned against the window frame as the wetness spread out, making the diaper feel like a warm velvet glove cupping her crotch.   The flow stopped sooner than she expected, and Tracy moved to one of the two benches, awkwardly sitting down. Scooting forward and leaning back so she wouldn't put weight on the wet part of her diaper, Tracy felt the edge of the seat digging into the backs of her thighs. She opened her book, flipping through it until the found the bookmark, and settled down for an imaginary trip to 1950s Las Vegas.   Tracy was about three chapters in when Tessa appeared out of nowhere. "Hi Eve," she said as she plopped down on the bench next to Tracy.   "Oh hi Tessa." Tracy closed her book. "What's up?"   Tessa shrugged. "Not much. Eric has morning therapy sessions on the weekends, but he should be around soon. We have sort of a two-man Risk tournament going and-"   "Tournament?"   "More of a best-of-thirteen kind of thing. We play every Wednesday and Saturday." Tessa paused. "Say, would you mind joining us? If you win, there's no way he can win enough games before he's discharged."   "You're asking me to help you cheat..."   "Well, not exactly cheat."   "At a board game..."   Tessa didn't say anything.   "Against a teenager."   "Okay. When you say it like that, it sounds bad."   "Anyway, I'm terrible at games like Risk. I prefer old first-person shooters. Granted, I suck at those too, but at least I enjoy sucking at them."   "OK, that's fair enough." Tessa stretched her legs and leaned back to look at the ceiling. "It was worth a shot."   There were a couple of moments of awkward silence.   "So, any luck getting some...literature?" Tessa asked conspiratorially.   "I don't know, but I doubt it'll be a problem. Worst case, you're getting a stack of printouts."   "Oooo! Old-school." Tessa grinned.   "Old-school what?" a voice behind them asked. Tracy turned to see a skinny, young man with a folding table under one arm, and a cardboard box under the other. She glanced at the slightly faded 253 on the back of his hand.   "Ah, Eric," Tessa beamed. "Ready to have your arse handed to you again?"   "Big talk from someone who's only ahead by one game." Eric shook the table, it's legs falling into place with a sharp metallic clack. He put the cardboard box on the low table and sat down on the floor on the other side of the table. "So, who's this?"   "Eric, Eve. Eve, Eric." Tessa gestured vaguely between the two of them, then opened the box and began to set up the board.   "So what're you in for? No, wait, don't tell me." Eric looked Tracy up and down. "You don't look twitchy or shaky enough for drugs..."   "Eric fancies himself a bit of a detective," Tessa said without looking up.   "A detective, huh?" Tracy closed her book.   "Nah. I'm just refining my observational skills. I want to become a photographer, you know, like a paparazzo."   So, a professional stalker then.   "Where was I?" Eric stroked his chin, obviously trying to look thoughtful.   "Not drugs," Tessa said helpfully.   "Yes, not drugs. You don't seem to be constantly nibbling on things like carrot sticks, so I'm guessing it's not smoking either." He flashed Tracy a 'watch this'-grin. "And you're not wearing boxing gloves, so it's not sex addition like Tessa."   "Hey! That was one time," Tessa protested.   "Boxing gloves?" Tracy looked at Tessa. "How desperate were you?"   "At least I'm not the one wearing diapers," Tessa said sulkily.   Eric's eyes widened. "Diapers?"   "Yeah. Eve's being de-potty-trained." Tessa sounded proud of having found a way to strike back.   Tracy didn't say anything, her embarrassment entirely real.   "Really? Why?"   "I... I don't wanna talk about it," Tracy mumbled from inside the hoodie where she was trying to hide.   "OK." Eric shrugged and continued setting up the board. Apparently Tracy's situation wasn't interesting enough to bother with.   Yeah, Decent reasoning skills, but I think you need to work on that attention span. Or there are some REALLY strange cases coming through here.   Tracy waited for the game to start, looking at her book, but not really reading. After about half a dozen rounds, she looked up.   "So, you guys have been here a while, right?"   "Almost three weeks." Tessa rolled the dice.   "Seven weeks," Eric said absent-mindedly and moved a handful of pieces from one territory to another.   "Oof." Tracy grimaced. "I guess you've seen some weird shit here then. I mean, there has to be more interesting stuff going on than three druggies, a drunk and the three of us."   "Yeah, It's been kinda quiet lately. Not like last month."   "Oh?" Tracy tried to only sound mildly interested.   "Mm-hmm. We had a celebrity."   "Yeah right. How do you know they're a celebrity? We're wearing masks."   "Give me a little credit. I recognised her tattoos from her videos. Dina Rumbold."   Jackpot!   "Who?" Tracy leaned in and pretended to study the situation on the game board. She knew she had to walk the knife's edge balance of disinterest and curiosity.   "Daring Dina? She does these insane car stunts?"   "Oh yeah. She killed a puppy, didn't she?"   "Kitten." Eric seemed to enjoy showing off his pop culture knowledge.   "And she ended up here for a drug rehab treatment." Eric rolled the dice, waited for Tessa to roll, and removed her pieces, taking over the territory he'd been attacking.   "Drugs? Wasn't it some kind of touchy-feely thing?" Tracy sat back again, reaching for her book.   "Nah. Touchy-feely is more of a Tessa thing." Eric grinned.   "Oh shut up," she replied.   "It was definitely drugs. She was on Team Twitchy from day one. She was only here for a little while though. Like a week or so."   "So? I'm only here for five days."   "The shortest rehab treatment here is three weeks. At least that's what I've heard."   "Mmm." Tracy shrugged and opened her book again. She read quietly while the game progressed. After a couple of chapters, she looked up again. Tessa seemed to have more of a lead by now.   "Hey, I was just wondering," Tracy held up her hand with her number on it. "Do you think there's some kind of system with these numbers or are they just random? I mean, this isn't my room number, and you guys are 437 and 253, so they're obviously not counting up or down by admittance date."   "Huh? Why do you ask?" Tessa replied as she picked up the dice and rolled them around her palm while looking at Tracy.   "I just like a good mystery." Tracy sighed. "And when I can't have that, a bad one will do." She shifted her attention to Eric. "We both have five as a middle number. Do you think that means we have something in common?"   "I doubt it. I'm not pissing myself," he said, clearly annoyed at his lack of success at world domination. "Besides, both Dina's and Tessa's numbers start with a two, and the only thing they have in common is that they're girls-"   "I'm a girl too." Tracy interrupted.   "Yeah, and they're both here for addiction."   "And I'm not an addict," Tessa protested.   Tracy got up, feeling a small squirt escape her as she did. "Do you remember Dina's number?"   "275, I think. Why?"   "I have an idea."   Tracy walked across the room to the two men playing cards.   "'Scuse me," me said. "I was just wondering if there's another deck of cards around here somewhere."   The unmasked man shook his head. "Just this one."   "And it's mine, so you can't have it," the other man said sharply.   Tracy held up her hands and took a step backwards. "Okay, okay, I was just asking." She turned and walked back to Tessa and Eric.   "143," she said as she sat down on the bench again.   "What?"   "143. That's his number. No digits in common with Dina." Tracy shrugged and picked up her book again. She let the unsolved mystery of the patient numbers just hang in the air. She had what she wanted: Dina's number. And as an added bonus, what Dina was really at VitaTech for.   An hour later, the game was over and Eric was gloating when someone cleared their throat behind them. Tracy turned around and saw Kat standing there with one of the nurses.   "Making friends Häschen?" Tracy could hear the smirk hiding behind Kat's mask.   "Yeah, kinda. This is-"   "No names," the nurse interrupted sharply.   "Oh relax Nurse Ratched." Tessa got up and held out her hand to Kat. "I'm Tessa, and this is Eric, and you must be Eve's... girlfriend? Wife?" She paused and grinned. "Her mommy?"   Kat didn't answer. She only smiled and winked as she took Tracy's hand. "Come along now, baby."   Tracy allowed herself to be led back to her room. It felt good letting Kat take charge. As soon as the door closed behind them, Kat had her pinned against the it.   "Have you been a good girl?" Kat whispered, running a hand over Tracy's head until she reached the hem of Tracy's mask. She pulled the mask up and off before nuzzling Tracy's neck.   "Uh-huh," she managed, her knees feeling wobbly.   Kat's hands slid down between Tracy's thighs. "And does my little bunny need to be changed?"   "Yes," Tracy whispered.   "Yes mommy." Kat's breath was hot against Tracy's neck. "Say it."   "Yes," Tracy swallowed, "mommy."   Kat put her hands on Tracy's hips and walked backwards, pulling Tracy along to the bed. As they walked, Kat lifted the hoodie and dropped it to the floor. Next she untied the drawstring of Tracy's sweatpants. They slid down her legs, forcing her to shuffle until she managed to step out of them.   "Lie down."   Tracy crawled onto the bed and lay down on her back. Kat smiled. "I really wish Cory could see how absolutely adorable you look like this."   Tracy blushed and hid her face behind her hands. "Kaaaat," she whined.   "Oh shush now. Let mommy take care of you." Kat ripped open the tapes.     ~~~     Ten minutes later, Tracy was cleaned and changed. Kat tossed the pillow on the floor and sat down at the head of the bed with her back to the wall. She patted the bed between her spread legs and winked. "Now, come to mommy."   Tracy rolled over and crawled closer before settling in with her back against Kat. Short, strong arms wrapped around her waist and held her close.   "So, did my little bunny miss her mommy?" Kat asked.   "Mm-hmm." Tracy leaned back as Kat rested her chin on her shoulder. She kissed the side of Tracy's neck.   "Have you found out anything new?" Kat whispered, barely audibly. She clearly still suspected the room was bugged.   "Yeah." Tracy quickly summarised what she had learned about Dina.   "And you're sure this was her?"   "Eric sure sounded sure about it. And the timing matches what we know."   "Okay. I'll let Wilford know.   "I'll see if Tessa and Eric know anything else later." Tracy wriggled closer. Oh, did you manage to find some porn?"   Tracy could almost hear Kat rolling her eyes. "Puh-leeze," she said. "What do you take me for. Twenty minutes; and that includes the drive home. It took me longer to make fake covers for them." Kat reached for the paper bag she had put on the night stand and pulled out three worn paperbacks. Tracy looked at the books.   "Mona Lisa's Overdrive? Good O-moans? Moby's Dick?" She put the books down and looked at Kat. "Really? Pun titles?"   "Just be glad I didn't bring you a copy of War And Piss," Kat said and slid a hand down to Tracy's diaper, squeezing it and making it crinkle loudly. Just as she did, Tracy's bladder decided it was a good time to let go again, releasing a trickle into the dry diaper. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Kat to notice.   "Aww. You like that, don't you? Do you get all hot and wet when mommy touches you like that?" Kat paused. She leaned in and whispered in Tracy's ear. "Do you want me to keep going Häschen?"   Tracy felt torn. On one hand, she didn't want Kat to stop, but on the other hand, she didn't want the first time Kat made her come to be like this. She felt both ready and not ready; both eager and hesitant.   "I don't know," Tracy gasped. Kat slid her hand up to Tracy's stomach and pulled her closer.   "That's OK sweetie. There's no rush." Kat nuzzled Tracy's neck. "We can wait." She wrapped her arms around Tracy and just held her, letting her slowly calm down.   "You gotta think I'm such a flake," Tracy said after a long silence.   Kat didn't say anything. She just let Tracy organise her thoughts.   "It's just..." Tracy paused, searching for the right words; the ones that would explain everything. "It's just... This isn't the way I imagined it. My first time - our first time, you know."   "Oh? How did you imagine it?"   Tracy turned her head. For one thing, I didn't want to worry about hidden cameras and microphones," she whispered.   "Go on. What else? You can tell mommy." Kat nudged her with her shoulder and Tracy could practically hear her teasing smile.   Tracy took a deep breath, steeling herself. Sharing a fantasy like this wasn't something she felt comfortable with. It wasn't like she didn't trust Kat; she did. But describing how you pictured your first time to someone like Kat - someone who more or less dealt with sex as part of her job... Tracy worried her fantasy would seem immature and childishly naive.   "Maybe someplace really cozy, like your bedroom," Tracy began.   "Cozy? My bedroom?" Kat chuckled. "You clearly haven't checked out what I have under the bed."   "The grey plastic bin, you mean?" she whispered.   "Oh, so you have looked."   Tracy blushed, answering Kat's question without saying a single word.   "Anyway," Tracy continued after a few seconds. "Either that or somewhere really classy and luxurious."   "You mean like the hotel room Cory had that one time?"   "Yeah." Tracy nodded. "Something like that." Tracy leaned her head back as Kat's breath brushed against her ear.   "And I'll be lying on the bed, reading or something."   "Mm-hmm. And would my little bunny be wearing her diapers?"   "Probably."   "And anything else?"   "Probably not. Your bedroom's kinda hot."   Kat traced lazy circles on Tracy's stomach. "And then what."   "Then... you. I look up there you are, just standing the the doorway, watching me."   "Well, why wouldn't I? Sounds like you look adorable."   "And you're wear-" Tracy's paused as Kat's lips brushed against her neck.   "Ooo, there's outfits involved?" Kat murmured.   "Mmm-yeah. You're wearing leather jeans. The tight, black ones with lacing instead of a zipper."   "Good choice."   "And that silvery, backless top. The one that shows off your tattoos."   Kat reached up to run a hand through Tracy's hair.   "Sexiest circuit board I know," Tracy whispered and tried to kiss Kat's forearm, but not quite reaching it.   "Anyway, you sit down on the bed next to me and you just stroke my back, up and down, up and down. And every time you go a little further down. Then, when you get to the diaper, feel that it's all swollen, and you ask me if I'm wet, like you can't tell from the way you're squishing it."   Kat chuckled. "You know how I like to make you admit it, just to make you blush."   "Like now?"   "Yeah, just like now." Kat brushed a hair away from Tracy's eyes and kissed her temple. "Then what happens?"   "You roll me over on my back, and you spread my legs-"   "A little bossy, aren't I?"   "Mmm-yeah, but in a good way." Tracy smiled. "Then you kneel between my legs, and you remove my diaper."   "Your very wet diaper."   "Mm-hmm." Tracy sighed as she felt a fresh trickle leak out. "You slide a towel under my butt and put my legs on top of your thighs as you scoot a little closer. I can feel the warm leather against my skin."   Now it was Kat's turn to sigh. Tracy felt her cheek move against her ear as she smiled.   "Then you start cleaning me. First with a wet washcloth; it's so soft it feels almost like velvet. Then you use that soap you got from Cory. The one that smells a little bit like incense and pine needles. And all the time while you're doing it, you keep whispering to me, calling me your little bunny and telling me I'm a good girl."   "Well, you are," Kat pointed out. "Both my little bunny, and a good girl," she added.   Tracy wriggled a little closer. "And then, while I'm all soaped up and slick, you slip your thumb inside me."   "Ooo, sneaky."   "Mm-hmm. You keep sliding your fingertips up and down, and... things gets caught between your palm and thumb-"   "You know, 'things' have a name. You can say it."   "Yeah," Tracy looked down. "But saying it out loud feels cringey, like I'm narrating cheap porn."   "Aww, my sweet, little bunny." Kat hugged Tracy and nuzzled her neck.   "I'm such a flake," Tracy whispered.   "No. No you're not. You're my girlfriend and you want our first time to be special. I can wait until you're ready. I'll wait as long as you need."   Tracy twisted, her eyes meeting Kat's. "Thanks. For not... not pushing."   Kat smiled and pressed her lips to Tracy's forehead. "It's OK sweetie. I'm not going anywhere."   Tracy didn't know for how long they sat like that, and she didn't care. It felt like the entire universe shrunk to just Kat, herself and the bed, and she didn't want it to end. Unfortunately, the rest of the universe disagreed and eventually there was a knock at the door.   "One-fifty-eight?" The nurse's voice shattered the peaceful fantasy, bringing Tracy crashing back to Earth. "It's time for your check-up."   Tracy groaned and opened her eyes to see the closing the door to stand next to it like some kind of ancient guardian.   "Come along now Häschen." Kat slid out from behind her and picked the sweatpants off the floor. "We do not want to keep the doctor waiting, do we?"   Tracy pulled the pants up and tied the drawstring while Kat picked the rest of her clothes up from the floor and handed them to her.   "Will your... mommy be joining us for the checkup?" The nurse's slight hesitation was dripping with disdain, making Tracy miss the playful comments of the previous day's nurse even more.   "I would love to. If it is not a problem." Tracy smiled as she pulled her t-shirt on and reached for her hoodie. Listening to Kat play up her German accent was always fun. It seemed to suit her, for some reason.   "Shouldn't be." The nurse shrugged.   Kat pulled the hood off Tracy's head and straightened her hair. "Well, I believe my little bunny is ready." Then she took Tracy's hand and pulled her along to the door.     ~~~     The checkup was a lot quicker than the day before. Just a bit of poking and prodding to see if she was sore, and a blood test. Then, to Tracy's great embarrassment, Kat was given a lengthy lecture on the importance of preventing diaper rash, complete with a practical demonstration.   "You could have told them you knew how to make sure I don't get a diaper rash," Tracy whispered as they left the examination room.   "And miss out on you blushing like that?" Kat gently stroked Tracy's masked cheek. "My little cherry blossom."   "You're mean." Tracy pouted.   "Are you telling me you didn't like it?" Kat teased playfully. Tracy didn't answer and Kat nudged her. "Not even a little bit?" Tracy's blush renewed with a vengeance.   "So where's that last therapy session?" Kat looked up and down the row of doors.   "Room 105. You staying for that too?"   Kat shook her head. "I have to update Wilford, then I have a gig."   "Ooo, Saturday night spankings?"   "Now don't be jealous, Häschen. You know mommy loves you." Kat kissed Tracy's cheek through their masks and gave her butt a little squeeze. "I'll be back tomorrow to pick you up. Do you think you can be a good little girl until then?"   "Yes Mistress Helga." Tracy said with mock-solemnity. Kat stared at her, and Tracy stared back. They stood like that until Kat couldn't hold back any longer. She smiled, then snickered, and finally they both broke down in a giggling fit.   "Oh you're bad. Maybe you should get a spanking too," Kat gasped.   "Promises, promises." Tracy leaned against the wall, trying in vain not to wet herself.   When the giggles finally subsided, Tracy looked up to see Dr Poole standing in the door to the therapy room, looking at the two of them, an amused smile on her lips.   "One-fifty-eight? I think it's time to say bye-bye to your mommy, unless she's joining you."   "No, doctor. I have to get going. When should I pick up my little bunny tomorrow?" Kat said, doing her best to sound serious.   Dr Poole checked her clipboard. "She has a final check-up at ten, so sometime between then and noon should be fine.   Kat nodded. She stroked Tracy's cheek again. "Okay. Until tomorrow then."   Tracy nodded. "Mm-hmm." She watched Kat as she walked away. When she turned back to face Dr Poole, Tracy found it hard not to smile. She slipped past her and went to the sofa to sit down, pulling off her ski mask.   "So, what are we watching today," Dr Poole asked. She put the clipboard next to her computer and began attaching the sensors to Tracy's head.   Tracy began entering titles in the search box, getting no hits on every try. She grumbled with annoyance.   "There's a tag search function," Dr Poole pointed out. She attached the last of the sensors and handed Tracy the big one that would go down her diapers.   Tracy typed out a couple of key words and studied the short list that came up. "Double Indemnity or Bound?" she asked herself. "What do you think?"   "I haven't got a clue about either one."   "I guess we'll just try the newer one and see if they managed to make any good noir after 1955."     ~~~     "Oooo-kay," Tracy said almost two hours later. "I think that's a film that should probably be off limits for Tessa."   "Tessa?"   "Number four-thirty-something. She's here for sex addiction."   "Oh, her. Yeah, good idea."   Tracy eased herself off the sofa. "I guess that's it for us."   "Yeah, guess so. I wish you and your Mistress Helga all the best."   "Oh god, you heard that?" Tracy was suddenly glad her mask hid her blush.   "Hard not to. Now, do you need a trip to the changing room or do you want to handle it on your own?"   "Uh... I'm good for now." Tracy fidgeted.   "OK then. Have a good day." Dr Poole closed her laptop.   "You know, her name isn't really Helga," Tracy said as she walked towards the door, desperately trying to dig herself out of the hole she felt she was in. "I was just teasing her."   "I know. I've seen your admittance papers," she paused for a moment, "Miss Kuznetsova."   Tracy wasn't sure if Dr Poole using her name instead of just her patient number was just her proving she had seen the papers or if it was a veiled I-know-where-you-live kind of threat, but she silently opened the door and left, immediately heading for the common area.   It had started raining again and Tracy sat down on the bench to watch the drops run down the windows. The weather made her feel less like queen surveying her kingdom and more like the protagonist in one of her books. She tried to imagine herself in a cheap suit and trench coat instead of sweatpants and a hoodie. And definitely not wearing a thick, damp diaper.   Ivana Tinkle P.I. looked out of the windows where the rain beat down like an angry drummer. The city outside seemed quiet, but she knew the corruption that hid beneath its thin veneer of superficial decency and respectability.   "Hey Eve." Eric's voice derailed Tracy's train of thought, bringing her back from her imaginary 1940s to her decidedly less cool present. "What'cha doin'?"   Tracy shrugged. "Nothing much. Just watching the rain. Waiting."   "For what?" Eric sat down next to Tracy. He pretended to look out the windows, but she could tell he was watching her out of the corner of his eye.   "Oh, just waiting in general." Tracy tried to sound nonchalant at the same time as her bladder betrayed her again.   They sat silently for a minute, Tracy hardly moving at all, while Eric was bouncing his legs excitedly. Finally Tracy had to ask.   "Oh just say it," she said, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.   "What do you mean?"   "You're either bursting to tell me something, or you really really have to pee."   "Okay, so you remember how I told you about Daring Dina, right?"   "Yeah?"   "Well, I got a little curious, so I talked to one of the burnout brigade and he-"   "The what?"   "One of the drug rehab guys. I had to bribe'im with my entire snack stash, but guess what he told me."   "I thought you warned me to steer clear of them," Tracy said, suddenly worried for the teenager.   "Ah, you just have to know how to handle them."   "I mean it."   "Yeah yeah yeah," Eric said nonchalantly. "But don't you wanna know what I found out?"   Tracy sighed. "OK, I'll bite. What?"   "So, the whole drug rehab here is a joke. The night orderlies are basically dealers." Eric leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially. "The guy I talked to said Dina OD'd the night she disappeared. And she's not the only one that's disappeared. My guy said he heard someone else disappeared two months ago."   "He said he heard? Doesn't sound too reliable."   "Yeah, I know. But still, it's kinda cool. Like a murder mystery. Well, a disappearance mystery anyway."   "Eric, you need to leave this alone."   "What? No, this could be my big break as a journalist."   "I'm serious. If someone has disappeared two people, how hard do you think it'll be for them to do a third?"   "But Eve..."   "I mean it." Tracy reached into her pocket for her book and handed it to him. "If you want a mystery, read this. It's safer. Trust me."   "Jeez, what are you? My mother?" Eric rolled his eyes. He slid away from Tracy and stared out the window.   "Look, I didn't mean it like that Eric. It's just that this isn't like some cheap action movie. If what you're saying is true, you're better off keeping it quiet. At least until you're out of here. You're a kid, you can't just decide to leave on your own like the rest of us. Well, some of us. If you want to blow the whistle on this place, do it when you're out. That way it'll be harder for them to make you disappear as well." Tracy knew she was laying it on thick, but she didn't want to be responsible for anything happening to Eric.   "Whatever," Eric replied dismissively, clearly in the middle of a teenage sulk. Tracy decided to leave things be.   They just sat there for a while, then Tracy broke the silence.   "Know where Tessa is?"   Eric shrugged. "I think she has her 'progress review'."   "Her what?"   "Progress review." Eric scoffed. "What a joke. It's when she sits down with a shrink and swears that she's super-duper not banging anything with a pulse in here. Well, except me. And you, I guess."   "And the shrink believes her?"   "She's probably banging him too."   Tracy nodded. "So this whole place is a scam or something?"   "Either that, or the doctors are are completely clueless about what goes on here. Somebody should write a book or something."   Tracy thought for a while. Then she figured out how she could keep Eric from putting himself at risk by digging further into Dina's disappearance.   "You should write that book," she said. "I mean, you know pretty much what goes on around here by now. Not specific people like Dina or Tessa or me, but in general, Right?"   "Pretty much, yeah."   "You could be a modern-day Nellie Bly."   "Who?"   "She was a journalist a hundred and fifty years ago who went undercover in an insane asylum. You could tell the whole thing from an insider's perspective. As long as you don't use any names of patients, you should probably be on safe legal ground too. Just sort of the broad strokes about what you already know."   "Yeah. Sort of an exposé of the whole system."   "Exactly," Tracy said, only partly faking her enthusiasm.   Then Eric slumped. "You're forgetting something. They don't even let me near a computer."   "Come with me," Tracy said and clumsily got up. She felt her diaper sag.   I should get changed.   "What?" Eric Looked up at her.   "I got something for you. Just come with me."   "Uh, OK."   Tracy led Eric to her room where she rummaged through her bag until she found what she was looking for.   "They," she said as she held up her spare notebook, "aren't the only ones who can go low-tech. No net, no power, no problem." She dug around for a pen as well before giving them both to Eric.   "Are you serious? I haven't written anything by hand since I was, like, nine."   "Then it's about time you started again. Now get going; I want to see an outline for the first chapter before I leave tomorrow."   "You're kicking me out? Just like that?"   "Yeah, well, I have to... deal with something."   "Wha...oh, OK. Gotcha."   Eric hurried out of the room, closing the door behind him.     ~~~     A shower and fifteen minutes later, Tracy was ready to face the world again. She put the books Kat had brought back in their paper bag, wrapping it into a tight bundle. She tucked the bundle under her arm along with her book and went looking for Tessa.   The common area was empty, the motion-activated lights clicking on as she entered. The rain had stopped, and the cloudy sky outside was a dirty orange. It almost looked like something out of a cheap science fiction film. Tracy could practically see the flying cars zooming between the high-rises. She leaned against the wall and just looked for a moment.   The food's not the only thing I'm going to miss from here.   Tracy pushed herself away from the wall and went back up the stairs, keeping her eyes peeled for her missing wire, but not seeing it. The hallway at the top floor of the clinic was empty as well, and Tracy had to make a conscious effort not to tiptoe as she walked toward room 308.   Where is everyone? This is just creepy.   When Tracy knocked on the door, there was a scuffle from inside; then silence.   "Yeah?" Tessa's voice was muffled by the door.   "It's me, Eve," Tracy said.   "Uh, just a minute."   After a minute, the door opened and one of the orderlies exited the room, looking flushed.   "Contraband check," he mumbled as he hurried down the hallway.   Contraband check? Yeah, right.   Tessa was sitting on her bed, and she wasn't wearing her mask.   "Are you OK?" Tracy asked as she studied Tessa.   "Uh... Yeah, yeah. All good. He was just..."   Tracy raised an eyebrow. "Contraband check?"   "Yeah. Contraband check."   "I guess he didn't find any."   Tessa chuckled. "Nope. No contraband here. Only the most tame and innocent literature imaginable." She grabbed a book from the night stand and tossed it to Tracy. Tracy almost dropped the wrapped bundle tucked under her arm as she caught the book. She turned it over to read the title.   "Mansfield Park? I didn't have you pegged for a Jane Austen fan." Tracy sat down on the bed and handed the book back.   Tessa scoffed. "It's so boring that..." She looked up at the ceiling, clearly looking for the right thing to say.   "You'd rather have a root canal without anaesthesia?" Tracy suggested helpfully. "Tapdance barefoot on LEGOs? Dry-hump a cheese grater?"   "Yeah, something like that."   "Then I guess it's a good thing I have these." Tracy handed Tessa the paper bag with the books Kat had brought. "Just ignore the titles. It's just my momm- I mean my girlfriend's cheesy sense of humour."   If Tessa noticed the Freudian slip, she didn't show it. "So, are these porn with plot, or just stories with sex scenes?" She flipped through one of the books.   Tracy shrugged. "No idea." She let Tessa look through the book for a little longer.   "Where is everybody? It was completely dead out there."   "Oh," Tessa licked her finger and turned the page. "The junkies probably have group therapy."   "They have group therapy? I'd pay to watch that. Must be like wrestling trash talk."   Tessa made a non-committal sound. "It's nowhere near as interesting as that. It's just a bunch of unstable arseholes blaming everyone else for their problems."   "Oh, and Eve, I've figured out something more about you."   "Oh really?"   "Yeah. You're a teacher."   "How do you figure?"   "Come on, you gave Eric homework." She said the last word as if it left a bad taste in her mouth.   "I guess you got me there." Tracy shrugged, relieved that Tessa seemed to be adding false details to her alias on her own.   "See? I'm not some sex-obsessed nymphomaniac," Tessa said while thumbing through one of her new books.   "I was just trying to keep him safe. He decided to pretend to be an investigative journalist and do some snooping into that whole Dina thing he talked about."   "Yeah? So what?"   "You said it yourself: Most of the other people in here... They're not exactly the most stable bunch."   Tessa nodded without looking up from the book.   "Anyway," Tracy continued, "could you keep an eye on him? I'd hate to see him get into trouble."   "Sure," Tessa mumbled absent-mindedly. She sounded like she had found a particularly spicy passage and probably wanted some alone-time.   "Sooo... I'll just let you enjoy your books." Tracy backed toward the door. Tessa didn't respond, her attention focused on the book in her hands.   Tracy made her way to the stairwell and sat down on the top step. The damp squish of her diaper as her butt hit the concrete surprised her. She hadn't even felt herself wetting it.   "Well, that's not a great sign," she whispered to herself. "I hope it's not permanent." But there was a small voice in the back of her head.   Would it be so terrible if it was?   Tracy shook her head and took a deep breath, the slightly musty smell helping to bring her back to reality and quiet her mind. The stairwell felt less eerie than the deserted common area. She turned and leaned against the wall.   "Okay Trace, what do you have so far?" She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the wall in her office where she would put her case notes on multicoloured sticky notes.   "So, Dina has her 'incident', and refuses to apologise," Tracy said under her breath as she began building a mental timeline.   "She has herself admitted here, but the sensitivity training turns out to be drug rehab." For a moment, Tracy imagined herself being a movie detective in a fancy library, summing up a case in front of all the suspects. "What drugs was she on? Was she on drugs while doing her stunts? Did she have other accidents that were covered up?"   Tracy considered the questions and dismissed them as probably being irrelevant to Dina's disappearance.   "Once she is here, she gets drugs from the orderlies, OD's, and disappears. And now, someone is posting AI-generated content, claiming to be Dina."   Tracy sat silently, her imaginary genius-detective crumbling like a cheap biscuit in a warm cup of coffee as she watched her case hit one dead end after another.   "I have no way of knowing where Dina is, or if she even survived her OD. I don't know who gave her the drugs, and the only way of proving that she was even really here is probably locked in an antique safe I don't know how to open."   Tracy sighed and let her head fall back against the wall. "I'm fucked," she said out loud. "No way I'm getting paid for this."   The hum of the ventilation system and the fluorescent lights seemed to grow louder as Tracy sat there at the top of the stairs, fruitlessly turning the case over in her head like a puzzle box build by a demented inventor.   Her train of thought was derailed by the sound of a door opening on one of the floors below followed by footsteps as someone came up the stairs. Tracy's pulse shot up before she remembered that the stairwell wasn't technically off-limits for her. Seconds later, the orderly she had seen coming out of Tessa's room came into view. He jumped as he noticed her.   "What are you doing here?" he demanded.   "I just needed to think," Tracy answered. "And the common area felt kind of weird when it was all empty. Like it's too big, you know."   "Yeah, I know what you mean."   The orderly walked past Tracy and was about to open the door next to her when Tracy had an idea.   "So Dave," she said, making an educated guess. "I was wondering about something."   The orderly froze, his hand still on the door handle. "How do you know my name?"   "Oh, Tess- I mean 437, let it slip. Anyway, I heard a rumour you had a celebrity here: Daring Dina."   "Patients here are anonym-"   "Someone said there was some drama with her," Tracy interrupted, determined not to give Dave enough time to think. "I mean something way more interesting than employees and patients getting it on."   Dave paled, his tan looking almost sickly. "Wha- Who- Where did you...?"   Tracy stood and walked up the two steps. She didn't want to be between Dave and the stairs. Not that she expected him to try something drastic, but she didn't want to risk it.   Okay, chum the waters.   "To be honest, I don't care what two consenting adults get up to, but you should know that some people talk too much." Tracy tried to sound nonchalant, but her heart was thumping loudly in her ears.   Now bait the hook.   "Especially when they're high," she added.   And wait...   Tracy gave Dave her best stone-faced Kat-impression, which was hard since she was wearing her mask.   And waaaaiiit...   She could practically see the puzzle pieces falling into place in Dave's head.   "André," Dave said. "Fucking André."   Gotcha! Now reel him in.   "And Terry," Tracy added.   "Of course. That fucker."   "I take it you're not part of their little drug operation."   "Fuck no."   Time to really piss him off.   "You know what they call you, right? Speedy Gonzalez?"   "Those fuckers. I'm gonna fuckin' kill'em."   God, this guy needs a thesaurus. And a brain.   "Well, they're not too bright, stealing post-op meds. It's only a matter of time before they're caught, and when they do, do you think they're not going to throw you under the bus? I bet they have some kind of evidence tying you to Dina."   "I didn't have anything to do with that," Dave blurted out.   "You seem like a decent guy, so I hope you have some dirt on them so you can get them before they get you." Tracy mentally rolled her eyes at what she was saying. "You know, like mutually assured destruction."   "Huh?"   Sweet baby Jesus on a pogostick. This guy's been thinking with the wrong head for way too long.   "It means that you have something on them so if they try to screw you over, they go down too." Tracy paused, then pretended to have an idea. "You should probably have a lawyer or something set up something like that. Do you know any lawyers?"   "Yeah... no, not really. I mean, the clinic has one, but I don't know him."   "Yeah, you probably shouldn't use the company lawyer if you're confessing to things that would definitely get you fired."   Dave nodded. "Good point."   "Know what? Since Tessa's my friend and you're keeping her happy with your 'contraband checks', I'm going to give you the name of the lawyer who handled my divorce. Do you have something to write on?"   Dave held up his phone. "You can't call in here, but the notebook app still works. I made sure to get one that worked offline." The fact that Dave sounded proud of his technical ingenuity was almost sad.   This is so easy it's almost like dynamite fishing in a hot tub.   Tracy typed in Nalah Wilford's name and number and handed the phone back to Dave. "Just tell her Ivana gave you the number," she said. Tracy squeezed past Dave and headed down the stairs. She tried her best to do a carefree traipse, but the swollen diaper made it hard. She listened for Dave's footsteps in case he decided she was an inconvenient witness.   Now all I have to do is stay off everyone's radar until I get out of here tomorrow.   Tracy entered the empty common area and immediately took the elevator back up to her room. She pulled out her bag and packed everything so she could leave at a moment's notice. Next, she took a quick shower and put on a fresh diaper.   Then she sat down in the chair and checked the time. Fifteen hours and thirty-seven minutes until she was scheduled to check out.   "OK," she whispered to the empty room. "Now I just have to make sure they don't Dina me."   Tracy looked at the water bottles on the table next to the bed. She got up, grabbed them and emptied them in the bathroom sink, refilling them with tap water.   No way they're drugging the tap water.   Returning to the chair, Tracy picked up her book. Staying awake overnight wouldn't be anything new for her, but usually she would have several energy drinks to provide pharmaceutical assistance. "I guess I'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way," she said and opened the book.

I agree.  I can't see a pull-up handling a big load.

I've been eating homemade chicken soup for the last few days. And it's pretty tasty considering I mixed two recipes up.🤣  base- I used canned cream of chicken and a carton of vegetable broth. Put that with chicken in a crockpot. Added some Italian seasoning, pepper, red pepper (too much red pepper. The soup was a little too spicy 🥵), onion powder and garlic powder. Last hour I transferred it to the big soup pot on the stove because my crockpot isnt big enough. Added a bag of mixed frozen veggies and a chopped up onion. Shredded the chicken. Added more seasonings. Then made noodles. And by the end I was totally reminded why I'm a lazy ass who rarely cooks. 🤣

Yeah that is going too far. Pullups aren't very good for handling shit. If it was a diaper then sure, but that ad is claiming more that it realistically can.