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You probably thought I had given up on this story. Not quite. I have at least one more chapter, and this one is pretty hot! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next day unfolded with a sense of calm routine, but beneath that calmness, Dana had plans to make things just a little more complicated, a little more immersive. She wanted both Patty and her baby husband—dressed as a thickly padded baby girl—to understand that this nursery life wasn’t just a game. It was a structure, a discipline, and, in its own way, a family. The day began with dressing. Dana had already laid out the outfits the night before. For Patty, there was a fresh pastel romper, its fabric printed with dancing lambs and trimmed with lace around the collar. Alongside it sat a bonnet and a pair of soft booties with little rattles stitched in. For Dana’s husband, the baby girl of the house, there was no choice at all. He had a frilly dress that buttoned down the back, with puffed sleeves and a hem so short it revealed the bulk of his double-thick diapers no matter how much he tugged at it. Dana hummed softly as she dressed them both, patting each diaper, inspecting with sharp eyes, and making sure every strap, button, and ribbon was secured exactly to her standards. Once dressed, they were ushered together into the play area. The morning began with a session on the mat. Dana spread out toys: stacking rings, oversized plush animals, teething rattles. Patty had grown increasingly pliant, less embarrassed to crawl on all fours in her baby outfit, but today Dana gave her a little push further. “Baby girls don’t get to choose their toys,” she said firmly, placing a rattle in Patty’s mittened hand and guiding it to her mouth. “That’s it. Shake it for Mommy.” Patty obeyed, cheeks flushing as the sound jingled in the quiet room. Dana’s husband, already well broken in, rocked on his padded bottom and clapped for her, as though truly believing in the game. Dana allowed it, even encouraged it—her little husband was showing Patty the example of obedience she wanted. By mid-morning, Dana added something new: shared discipline. She had them both attempt simple coloring exercises on the floor, blunt crayons and thick coloring books of cartoon animals. Of course, mittens made it clumsy. Predictably, her baby husband scrawled outside the lines, while Patty fumbled with every stroke. Dana used it as an opportunity. “You see how messy you both are? Babies need correction.” She sat on a chair, pulled each of them over her lap in turn, and administered measured spankings to their diapered bottoms. The sound was muffled but unmistakable, the sting undeniable even through layers of padding. She alternated between them, making Patty watch as her husband was punished, then making him watch as Patty squirmed. The lesson wasn’t just about obedience—it was about shared shame, shared babyhood. When the spanking was finished, Dana did not allow them to sulk. Instead, she placed both babies in the playpen together, side by side, and set a timer. “Quiet time,” she announced. “No fussing. No pouting. Babies sit quietly until Mommy says otherwise.” The timer ticked on, and Patty felt herself sinking deeper into the role. Every day that passed, her sense of adult self seemed to blur at the edges. Her diaper was warm now, used unconsciously during playtime. Dana checked both of them when the timer dinged, tsking softly as she squeezed and prodded. “Two wet babies. Just as I expected.” Changing time became a ritual again, but today Dana decided to make it ceremonial. She strapped Patty on the padded table first, undressing her slowly, speaking in a cooing tone that contrasted with the firm buckles holding her in place. “Mommy takes care of everything, sweet girl. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to worry. Just lie back and let it happen.” Patty whimpered softly as the cold wipes passed between her thighs, as the thick powder clouded around her, and as the fresh diaper was pulled tight. Dana dressed her again in the lamb-print romper, retying the bonnet, sealing her fate as baby for the day. Then it was her husband’s turn. Patty, forced to watch, saw Dana go through the same steps, but with even more clinical precision. Her husband’s diaper was far heavier, his dress lifted high to expose the swollen padding, his legs pushed apart as Dana worked. By the time he was re-diapered, his humiliation was complete, and yet he looked only relieved, almost grateful. Patty couldn’t help but notice how natural it seemed for him now, how permanent. The doorbell chimed, its cheerful sound carrying through the nursery. Patty, sitting cross-legged in the oversized playpen beside Dana’s husband, stiffened instantly. Her pacifier bobbed nervously as she exchanged wide-eyed glances with her “sister.” Dana, unfazed, brushed her hands on her apron and strode to the front door. “Now remember, girls,” she called back over her shoulder, “you’re babies. Babies don’t worry about visitors—babies are just themselves.” The door opened, and in stepped "Auntie Carol". She was a woman in her early fifties, sturdy and practical, with kind eyes that nevertheless twinkled with mischief as she stepped inside. “Well, well,” she said with a chuckle, slipping off her shoes. “So these are your famous little ones I’ve heard so much about.” Dana beamed, ushering her into the living room. In the center, the giant playpen dominated the space—five-foot sides enclosing a padded floor littered with rattles, stacking rings, and soft plush toys. Inside, the two “babies” sat in their pastel dresses, thick diapers bulging obviously beneath layers of lace and ruffles. “This is Patty,” Dana said proudly, resting a hand on her shoulder through the playpen bars. “She’s still adjusting, but she’s learning quickly.” Her hand shifted to stroke the head of her husband, who was drooling happily around his pacifier. “And of course, you already know my little one.” Auntie Carol leaned down, peering through the mesh. “Oh my goodness,” she said softly, shaking her head in amazement. “You weren’t exaggerating at all. They really are just… babies.” Patty’s cheeks burned hot, and she ducked her head, trying to hide behind her bonnet brim. Her husband babbled cheerfully, waving a rattle as if to prove Auntie’s observation. Dana immediately noticed Patty’s retreat. Her smile sharpened just slightly. “Patty. Up. To the side. Now.” Patty froze. “Don’t make Mommy ask twice,” Dana warned. Hesitantly, Patty crawled to the edge of the playpen where Dana had opened the gate. She shuffled out, mittened hands trembling, pacifier bobbing faster as Dana guided her to the couch where Auntie Carol had seated herself. “Carol,” Dana said calmly, “sometimes shyness tries to creep in. But we don’t allow big-girl shyness in babies, do we?” Carol smiled knowingly. “Of course not.” Dana tugged Patty across her lap in one swift motion, lifting her dress to expose the bulky diaper beneath. Patty squirmed, muffled whimpers escaping around the pacifier, but Dana pinned her easily. The spanking was firm and deliberate—sharp smacks delivered to the padded bottom, each landing with a loud crinkle and muffled thud. Patty kicked helplessly, face burning hotter with every swat. “Babies don’t hide,” Dana scolded between spanks. “Babies are proud to be shown off. Mommy wants you to feel that every time you think about lowering your eyes.” When she was satisfied, Dana flipped Patty upright, settling her onto her lap. She kissed her damp cheek, rocking her gently. “All better now, sweetheart. No more shyness.” Patty sniffled, pacifier still bobbing, but she nodded meekly. Auntie Carol chuckled, clearly impressed. “You’ve got her well in hand. The discipline mixed with the cuddling—it’s remarkable.” “Consistency,” Dana replied smoothly, stroking Patty’s back. “They both need to feel structure as much as they need love.” To demonstrate further, Dana fetched two bottles from the warmer. She handed one to Carol, her eyes twinkling. “Would you like to feed her?” Carol’s brows rose. “Really? I’d be honored.” Dana guided Patty onto the floor, arranging her on a soft blanket with her head resting on Auntie Carol’s lap. Patty squirmed at the intimate position, but Dana pressed her pacifier-free mouth gently open. “There,” Dana said encouragingly. “Wide for Auntie.” Carol slipped the rubber nipple between her lips, tilting the bottle carefully. Warm formula filled Patty’s mouth, and instinct took over—she suckled, slow at first, then more steadily. “Oh my goodness,” Carol murmured, her expression softening. “She really does just drink like a baby.” “She *is* a baby,” Dana corrected firmly, smiling as she settled beside them with her husband across her lap. She guided his bottle into place, and soon both “girls” were nursing contentedly side by side, one from Mommy and one from Auntie. The room filled with the sound of gentle sucking, the soft rustle of diapers, and the occasional coo of encouragement. Carol stroked Patty’s hair with one hand while holding the bottle with the other, clearly moved by the simplicity of the act. When both bottles were drained, Dana burped her husband against her shoulder, while Carol—following Dana’s demonstration—patted Patty’s back until a small, embarrassed belch escaped. Both women laughed softly, praising their charges. “See?” Dana said proudly. “They thrive under care, attention, and discipline. It’s a full-time responsibility, but the reward is this—peaceful, happy babies.” Carol nodded, smoothing Patty’s bonnet. “I admit, I wasn’t sure what to expect… but now, I can see it. They’re truly content.” Patty, still warm from the spanking, full from the bottle, and dizzy from the praise, lay limply across Auntie’s lap, her pacifier tucked back into her mouth. Shyness had no room left in her. Only submission. And Dana, watching both of her babies bask in attention, felt a deep swell of satisfaction. This was exactly how it should be—her nursery, her rules, her babies, admired and adored by others. When the bottles were drained and both babies pacified with contented sucking, Dana rose and smoothed her skirt. “Come on, Carol. You should see the nursery—it’s the heart of the home.” She helped Patty to her feet, leading her by the hand like a toddler while her husband toddled behind, guided by a firm hand on his bottom. The thick bulk of his diaper forced him into a waddle, each step punctuated by a faint crinkle. Carol followed, eyes wide as Dana pushed open the nursery door. The room was a dream—or a nightmare, depending on perspective. Powder-blue walls with painted clouds and pastel rainbows. A towering white crib with high bars, large enough to hold either of the oversized “infants.” A changing table fully stocked with powder, wipes, lotion, and stacks of thick disposables. The shelves overflowed with pacifiers, bottles, rattles, teething rings, and stacks of frilly clothes. A colorful play mat stretched across one corner, scattered with building blocks and plush animals. “Oh, Dana…” Carol breathed, stepping inside slowly. “It’s… it’s breathtaking. Like walking into a daycare, but scaled for… them.” Dana’s chest swelled with pride. “Thank you. Every detail matters. Babies thrive when they’re surrounded by reminders of who they are.” Patty shifted uneasily at Carol’s awed gaze, trying to keep close to Dana’s skirts. Her husband plopped onto the floor without hesitation, immediately grabbing a squeaky toy and chewing on the rubber end. Carol chuckled softly. “Quite a contrast between the two of them, isn’t it?” Dana nodded. “He’s been mine from the start, so the conditioning is deeper. Patty still needs a firmer hand.” As if on cue, Patty whined softly, tugging at Dana’s hand in a subtle plea not to be displayed further. Dana’s response was swift. “Patty, naughty babies who whine need correction.” She pulled her over to the changing table and patted the top. “Up.” Patty hesitated, cheeks blazing, but Dana’s arched brow brooked no refusal. She scrambled onto the padded surface, legs dangling. Carol lingered nearby, fascinated. “Do you mind if I watch?” “Not at all,” Dana said warmly. “In fact—why don’t you help?” Carol blinked. “Help?” “Yes,” Dana said, already lifting Patty’s dress. “Babies need regular changes. Patty’s due. Hand me the wipes and powder, please.” Carol obeyed, retrieving the items from the shelf. Her hands trembled slightly, but she passed them with care. Dana unpinned Patty’s mittens, slipping them off just long enough to undo the tapes on her diaper. The heavy garment sagged open, releasing a faint but unmistakable odor. Patty whimpered, trying to hide her face in her bonnet. Carol’s eyebrows rose. “Oh my… she really does…” “She really does,” Dana confirmed briskly, wiping Patty clean with practiced efficiency. “Big-girl pride isn’t allowed here. Babies use their diapers, and Mommies keep them fresh.” She set the used diaper aside, then motioned to Carol. “Powder, please. Just a light dusting.” Carol carefully sprinkled the powder over Patty’s bottom, her hand surprisingly gentle. “There we go, sweetheart,” she murmured, surprising herself with the maternal lilt in her voice. Dana smiled. “Perfect. Now help me with the tapes.” Together, they secured Patty into a fresh, thick disposable, the tapes snug and firm. The loud crinkle echoed in the small room. Patty lay limp and crimson-faced, overwhelmed by humiliation. Auntie Carol had *helped* change her. She could never pretend she wasn’t just a baby again. Dana kissed Patty’s forehead, pulling her pacifier back into place. “There, snug and secure.” She looked at Carol. “Well done. You’ve officially had your first nursery duty.” Carol laughed, a little breathless. “I can’t believe I just did that. But… it felt so natural. Almost… right.” “Exactly,” Dana said softly. “People think discipline and diapers are strange. But when you see the peace it brings… it makes sense.” They rejoined her husband on the play mat, where he babbled cheerfully around his pacifier, stacking blocks in clumsy towers. Patty crawled beside him, her fresh diaper rustling loudly with every move. Carol lowered herself to the floor, picking up a plush bear. She dangled it teasingly in front of Patty, who, despite herself, reached out with mittened hands and squeaked in delight when Carol made the bear “kiss” her nose. The room filled with gentle laughter, coos, and the rustling of toys. For a moment, the world outside vanished—there was only Mommy, Auntie, and the two oversized babies being fussed over as if they were truly no more than toddlers. When at last Carol rose to leave, she hugged Dana tightly at the door. “I don’t know how you do it, but… they’re precious. Truly. And if you ever need another pair of hands…” Dana’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll know just who to call.” Patty, watching from behind the playpen bars with her husband, knew what that meant. Auntie Carol wasn’t just a visitor anymore. She was part of their baby world now—another pair of loving, watchful eyes who could spank, feed, and change her just as easily as Mommy. The room had settled into a quiet rhythm. Patty, still wobbly in her fresh diaper, sat cross-legged on the play mat beside Dana's baby husband, who was babbling happily around his pacifier, clutching a plush duck. Auntie Carol remained near the doorway, watching in wide-eyed fascination. Dana smiled at the scene, a slow, deliberate grin that carried authority. "Don't go yet," Dana said to Carol. "There's one more thing you should see." Dana moved to stand beside Patty. “Patty,” Dana said softly, patting her shoulder, “I think it’s time you learn something very important about Mommy’s rules. Sometimes, babies… help Mommy teach other babies how to fully surrender.” Patty blinked behind her pacifier, unsure what Dana meant. Dana reached behind her, producing the strap-on harness, it's dildo attachment protruding forcefully. Her husband babbled, hands clutching at his pacifier. Carol just stood there with stunned look on her face, unsure of what she was about to witness. “You’ll be gentle,” Dana said, kneeling behind her. “But it’s time for you to practice being Mommy’s little helper. Come along.” Patty’s cheeks flushed crimson, her small hands trembling. Dana took her baby husband's hands and directed him toward the changing table.  She helped him up onto the table and wen through the process of attaching his hands and feet to the built-in restraints. She patted his padded butt and he lifted it up without hesitation. She positioned the strap-on harness and cinched it around his triple-diapered crotch.  Lastly, she brought up the side straps of the table, attached them to the rings of the harness sides and pulled the straps tight.   Dana guided Patty to stand next to the table.  Dana squirted lube onto her hand. She guided her hand up and down the long shaft, until it was glistening. Dana stood behind Patty and removed Patty's diaper. With a light spank to Patty's butt, she encouraged her to climb on to the table. Auntie Carol stepped closer to see more clearly. “Oh… I… I didn’t realize…” she whispered, eyes wide. Dana’s tone was soft, firm. “Watch, Carol. Watch carefully. This is how babies fully submit. They don’t resist. They participate. And sometimes, they learn from each other.” Patty bit her lip, her mittened hands fumbling. Dana's baby husband babbled, kicking slightly, but didn’t resist—he had been trained to remain passive, to accept, to obey. “Now,” Dana instructed, “Patty, go slowly. Remember, she’s Mommy’s baby. Gentle. Keep her safe.” Patty scooted forward on her knees as Dana guided her movements, positioning her atop her husband and the glistening dildo.  Her husband babbled incoherently. Auntie Carol’s eyes followed every movement, initially frozen in shock. Dana turned to speak to her. “It’s okay. Watch her learning. She’s participating, submitting, and practicing her role in this household. Babies obey. Babies help. Babies accept.” Gradually, Auntie’s fascination shifted into involvement. “Dana… may I help? May I…?” Dana’s smile was approving. “Yes, Carol. Come closer. Guide her. Encourage her. Make sure she is careful. Show her how to respect her little sister—her baby sister, her responsibility.” Carol moved next to the table to assist, placing a gentle hand on Patty’s waist, steadying her. Patty’s body stiffened initially, then she began to move under Carol’s careful guidance. She lowered herself on the shaft slowly, but surely, drawing her breath in suddenly as she fully embraced it. Her motion was slow, deliberate, a mixture of control, eroticized submission, and ritualized practice. Dana's baby husband babbled and squirmed lightly but accepted every movement with passive, babyish compliance. Dana observed, her eyes calm and commanding. “See, Carol? Babies submit in every way Mommy deems necessary. They obey, they serve, and they nurse. Everything is part of the same routine—the same obedience. Every act of submission strengthens their place as Mommy’s little girls.” Then Dana took one of Patty's mittened hands and pulled it forward, to the corner of the table. Before Patty could understand what was happening, Dana produced another strap and had it wrapped around Patty's wrist. While Patty stared in shock, Dana did the same thing with Patty's other wrist. Patty was now bound to the table, leaning forward over Dana's baby husband, but still impaled on the strap-on dildo. Dana moved to beside Patty and pushed slowly on her butt to move her back down on the shaft. "There you go baby girl. No more choices. Now show Mommy you can be a good girl." "Would you like to help?" Dana asked as she turned to Carol. Carol's face was flush from excitement. She couldn't even open her mouth, she just nodded. Dana took Carol's hands and positioned them on Patty's hips.  "Show my baby girl how to teach her baby sister submission," Dana whispered into Carol's ear. Carol began to gently move Patty's hips up and down in an almost gyrating motion. Patty responded hesitantly at first. "Come on, baby girl, you can do it," Carol urged. "Show Auntie Carol." Carol began to move her hands more forcefully. Patty responded more quickly now, beginning to move her hips on her own, breathing more heavily, making low noises as her passion built up. "That's it, baby girl, that's it. Show Auntie Carol what you can do," Carol encouraged. Then she took one hand and gave Patty a slap on her behind. "Faster! Harder!" Carol said more forcefully. "Ohh!" exclaimed Patty. Carol slapped her behind again. "Harder I said, harder!" Carol barked, with a fire in her eyes. Patty responded by moving her hips more forcefully, quickening her pace. She was building up momentum. She started to moan more, and more loudly. "Ohh! Ohh!" She bit her lip. She tried to lift her hands, only to be reminded of her restraints. She started to lift and grind faster and faster. Carol gave one more slap on Patty's behind and she cried out, her body stiffening, then shuddering in orgasmic ecstasy, again and again. Finally she bent over, spent, nearly collapsing on top of Dana's baby husband. "Good girl," Carol cooed as she gently caressed Patty's behind. "Such a good baby girl." Finally, Dana raised a hand. “That’s enough for today.” She removed the wrist restraints and helped Patty dismount carefully.  All the while, her husband, babbled happily, pacifier bobbing. Patty collapsed onto her knees, flushed and trembling, but Dana immediately pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Good girl. You obeyed. You participated. You learned. That is what matters.” Auntie Carol stepped back, breathing lightly, eyes wide with awe. “I… I never imagined… it’s… it’s incredible how completely they trust you… and each other.” Dana smiled, gathering both babies into a gentle cuddle. “Trust, obedience, and submission. That’s the essence of babyhood here. Every act—discipline, care, feeding—reinforces it. And sometimes, learning comes in unusual ways.” She eased Patty to the floor and re-diapered her. Then she got up and removed her baby husband's restraints. She helped him off the table onto the floor. Dana moved to crib along the wall. She motioned for both babies to join her.  They each crawled over and up into the crib.  Patty rested her head against Dana’s chest, panting slightly, her diaper crinkling warmly. Her husband nestled beside them, soft and drooly, completely at peace. Auntie Carol lingered for a moment longer, watching, then nodded with a small, amazed smile. “I think I understand now… fully.” Dana’s eyes twinkled. “Good. That’s the lesson, Carol. The babies submit, the babies learn, and everyone thrives in their roles.” Patty’s cheeks were still flushed from the intense experience, her breath uneven around the pacifier. Her husband, ever the obedient baby, nestled against Dana’s side, babbling softly while clutching a plush duck. “Alright, my babies,” Dana said in her calm, commanding tone. “Time for aftercare. Every session, every lesson, ends the same way—with comfort, calm, and a fresh diaper.” Patty whimpered softly, still trembling. Dana lifted her gently, guiding her toward the changing table. “You did very well,” Dana murmured, kissing the top of her head. “Even when it felt overwhelming, you obeyed. That’s the mark of a true little girl.” Carol stepped closer, curiosity and awe on her face. “Can I… watch the aftercare too?” Dana’s eyes sparkled. “Yes, Carol. And you can help if you like. It’s part of the process—showing care, reinforcing obedience.” Patty lay down on the padded surface, the bulk of her diaper crinkling audibly as Dana unfastened it. Carol handed her a fresh diaper, mimicking Dana’s gentle movements. Together, they wiped Patty clean, lightly dusted her bottom with powder, and carefully taped on the new diaper. Each motion was deliberate, reverent almost, emphasizing the ritualized nature of care. Her husband was next. Dana lifted him, patting his back as he babbled incoherently, his pacifier bobbing. Carol assisted by steadying him while Dana unfastened the soaked diaper and cleaned him thoroughly, powdering and securing the new garment in one smooth flow. The three of them moved in harmony—Dana directing, Carol following, and the babies surrendering completely. When both were freshly diapered, Dana gathered them into her lap in the crib. She adjusted Patty so her head rested comfortably against her chest and encouraged her husband to settle beside them. Their pacifiers were returned, their bodies warm and secure. “Now,” Dana murmured, tilting her nursing bra into place, “it’s time to feed. Remember, babies don’t get nursing as a reward—it’s an essential part of being a baby. It’s what keeps you healthy, calm, and happy. You’ve obeyed, you’ve participated, and now it’s time to nurture yourself.” Patty blinked behind her pacifier as Dana gently brought her mouth to the nipple. Her husband instinctively latched on beside her, the rhythm of their suckling soft and steady. Dana’s hands stroked each of their heads, murmuring gentle encouragement. Carol crouched nearby, observing in awe. “It’s… it’s so… natural. Even after everything, they just… they trust completely.” Dana smiled warmly. “Yes. And the trust is earned through discipline, guidance, and structure. That’s why every spanking, every harness lesson, every diaper change matters. And every feeding reinforces that trust.” The room filled with the soft sound of suckling, the rustle of diapers, and Dana’s gentle murmurs. Patty relaxed under Dana’s touch, eyelids drooping, a contented warmth spreading through her. Her husband babbled quietly, occasionally making soft noises of pleasure at the calm attention. After several minutes, Dana shifted slightly to ensure both babies were fully latched and comfortable. “There,” she said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Patty’s face. “See? This is what being a baby means. Every need attended to, every lesson completed. And now, calm, warm, and safe.” Carol whispered, almost reverently, “I… I see it now. It’s more than just… play. It’s care, trust, submission… love.” Dana’s eyes twinkled. “Exactly. And it’s a ritual that repeats daily. Discipline, guidance, feeding, diapering—it’s all part of the same cycle. Every day, they grow more secure in their roles.” When the feeding was complete, Dana gently detached Patty, burped her, and laid her back into a soft, padded nest beside her husband, still clutching his plush duck. Their eyes were half-lidded with satisfaction, pacifiers bobbing softly, diapers warm and full. Carol stepped back, smiling in amazement. “I… I’ve never seen anything like this. Truly. They’re happy, obedient, and completely… themselves.” Dana nodded, tucking a loose blanket over both babies. “And that’s how it should be. Discipline, care, and feeding. Everything else just follows.” The afternoon light filtered through the nursery window, casting warm patterns over the playpen and padded mats. Both babies were calm, diapered, fed, and content. The lessons of the day—spanking, the strap-on session, obedience, nursing—had left them deeply immersed in their baby roles. Dana, standing with a satisfied smile, knew Auntie Carol had witnessed the full scope of her household: the authority, the ritual, the trust, and the surrender. Carol, smiling faintly, waved goodbye as she left, still marveling at the extraordinary care and structure Dana maintained. Patty and her husband remained nestled together, pacifiers in place, diapers secure, a picture of obedient contentment. Dana closed the door behind Carol, the quiet of the nursery settling back over the room. She knelt to stroke both babies’ heads, murmuring softly, “Good girls. Today was a big day, but you did so well. Mommy is proud.” And with that, the ritual of the day was complete: discipline, play, submission, and feeding—all integrated into the careful, structured life of her babies.

Thats some crazy predictions there bob, but who knows anything can happen in this crazy story.

I think this actually ends up bringing them closer together, but also ends up with them ostracized from their friends at the school.  We've already heard a few whispers from students that Amber knew about the diapers but still hung out with Paul so she must like that kind of thing too, and we all know how fast rumors can spread and grow in high school. Marcus will try to protect his fiance from the rumors and tame the rumors about Paul (to please Amber and maybe because he's actually trying to change and be a better person). He and Danny will have a falling out and everyone else will side with Danny because teenagers suck and think it's more fun to pick on someone than to empathize with someone. Amber sees what Marcus did to protect her and Paul, and they stay together, though they no longer rule the school and end up as outcasts. My crazy prediction: Paul and Marcus actually become friends, Paul ends up as his best man at the wedding.  My really crazy prediction (and by crazy, I mean "the mole men killed JFK because he was going to cut off their supply of cheese" level crazy): Harley puts Danny in the hospital, Amber thinks it's great that someone cares enough about Paul to do that to Danny and that causes her and Harley to become friends, with Harley eventually ending up as her Maid of Honor. I have no idea how Harley does this without going to jail, maybe she frames Danny as attacking her and she defends herself - it's a crazy theory, it doesn't have to make complete sense.  

Pepto Bismol  

Rei blushed while her diapers was checked she was currently wry and messy at the moment