Other Fetishes

Posting a little earlier than normal due to weird/insane/crazy work stuff going on this weekend. Hope you enjoy!!! Chapter 189: Bad Choices I REALLY DIDN’T quite know what to make of what I saw when I walked in the door. Sure, I had seen one of these at Grandma’s, since she still had one for Bella. But seeing most of my nest securely sitting in baby walkers, complete with toys on top, was just so over the top! Each was pink, with multicolored toys on top of the tray. My nest mates were suspended in the air with their feet just brushing the ground. I watched as Everly tried to push herself forward the smallest amount, and it looked like she was still a pre-walking baby doing so! The dress she wore might as well have been a t-shirt since the skirt was pushed up so far around the seat padding. I noticed a difference between these and the baby ones I’d seen before; these had a seat back, complete with what looked like a safety harness to keep you from climbing out on your own. I sighed. Tonight was not going to be fun! Lilly came from the side, “Well, there you are!” She cooed at me. “How’s that diapee doing?” She came over to me and knelt beside me, pulling my skirt up high and pulling the back of the diaper open. “Looks like you’re a little stinky and definitely soaked!” She picked me up and sat me down on the changing table before pulling my backpack off my shoulders. “Let’s just put this on the hook over here,” she said, pointing to where there were now places to hang bags on the wall where once potty charts had hung. The hooks were high enough in the air that there was no way I’d ever be able to reach my bag! “My phone is in there,” I told her, around the pacifier. “Oh, silly me!” She smiled. “In the same pocket as usual?” “Uh-huh,” I told her. She grabbed it, placed it in a pocket of her jeans, and then shoved me gently onto my back on the table. She secured my body with the chest strap, and I assumed that she was following every possible protocol for a safe diaper change ever invented! She pushed my dress up to my armpits, and then grabbed hold of my ankles with her hands and started singing one of the diaper-changing rhymes she used, Wiggle, waggle went the bear, Catching bees in her underwear! One bee out, one bee in, One bee bit her on her big bearskin! As she said ‘wiggle’ and ‘waggle,’ she would cross our legs in the air and then move them back out. Whenever we were ‘bit’, we were tickled or otherwise teased by her. Lilly was always gentle as she ripped the tapes off our diapers and cleaned us up. As much as I wanted to claim I hated the embarrassing songs, when it was her, I was willing to put up with it! “I’m so glad you wore the summer dress today!” She cooed at me as she finished up. “I wasn’t sure if you had gotten the message in time.” “I didn’t, but since Grandma gets copied too, she saw it.” “I’m glad! I like the look of the summer dress much better than the normal one.” “It’s better than the boys’ summer uniform at least,” I told her. She laughed, “Yes, they look like a bunch of nerds.” She picked me up, hugged me, and said, “Okay, I’m sure you can see we had some new… toys… delivered for you girls today! Since you and Mia are teeny tiny things, we had to have them get special ones so you fit and won’t hurt yourselves.” I blushed as I noted that Mia hadn’t returned to the nest yet, but we both had much smaller… walkers behind the other girls. Ours seemed to have extra toys, while the larger ones had more space on the trays to set something down. Lilly guided me down, and I moved my legs to either side of the seat, with my bottom supported by the fabric in the middle and a firmer seat in the back. She then secured a three-point harness around my body. “How’s that? Can you touch the ground with your feeties?” she asked me. Only my toes touched! I blushed and said, “Just barely?” “Well, it doesn’t go any lower, so I guess do your best. I’ll bring you a baba. Play with your new toys and your friends for a bit, and we’ll have din-din before circle time!” “We can’t study?” I asked. “Not on Monday nights, Carly,” she said, giving me a sad look. “Sorry, but you’ll have plenty of fun tonight, I’m sure!!!” “Sure,” I said without enthusiasm, even as she gave me a sad smile. I had a mini abacus toy in front of me, a mirror so a baby could see themselves, and a noisy toy with buttons that made sounds. With a sigh, I pushed myself towards where Willow looked just as despondent as I. “Hey,” I said to her around the damn pacifier. “Hey,” she said. “Here, girls, here’s two babas of juicy for you!” Lilly said, depositing a larger one for Willow and a smaller one for me. “Thanks,” I said. I used it as an excuse to lose the pacifier, as did Willow. “How is it going for you?” Willow asked. “Living the high life as a big girl elsewhere?” “It’s better than here,” I told her quietly, “I’m sorry.” “I knew it could be rough, but this is the worst,” she sighed. “This weekend I needed to work on a really detailed painting for class, but instead I had to use finger paints here in daycare.” She pointed up at the wall, where a bunch of paintings were now posted, as if this were a daycare classroom getting ready for an open house. “It’s getting worse for others, too,” I told her. “I heard,” she said. “One of the girls in another nest is in my afternoon ceramics class and told me they’d gone from having a half-filled nest with only five girls, to a full nest with four Tweeners and a Big that moved in,” she told me. All of a sudden, she motioned to her bottle, and I pushed mine in my mouth. I looked up and saw Shapiro standing at the doorway. ‘Great…’   BETH WAS GRATEFUL to walk away from the dorm, but knew she had a decision to make. That day, the marshals had mixed things up a bit, had Nikki driving on her own with Beth, and were moving with a lead and a chase car instead. Without thinking, she found herself pressing the icon for her dad’s phone. “Daddy?” She asked. “Beth?” He asked, “What’s wrong?!?” “What’s not?!?” She said in exasperation. “Emerson has turned their Little’s nests basically fully into adoption mills, and now they’re running out of Littles, so they’re doing things to Mids!!!” “Hold on, Beth, let me get out to my car, I was just leaving the courthouse.” A few minutes later, she heard a car door slam. “Are you there?” “Yes, Dad,” she told him. “Where are you right now?” He asked. “In the car, going back to Amanda’s.” “Okay, I’m in self-driving mode. Talk to me - what’s going on?” She knew Amanda talked to her parents often, but Beth appreciated that her dad let her talk it all out to him. When she reached the explanation about the ‘Pull-Ups’ that were all but mandated for Tweeners now, she sobbed, “Daddy… what if I choose wrong again?!?” “Oh, Beth…” her dad said. “You’re not… Amanda said the nanites that were supposed to cause that were neutralized, right?” She nodded, “Yes?” “So have you been having accidents over the years, and your mom and I don’t know about them?” She shook her head, “Not since I was poisoned that last time in school?” “Then why would you have them now?” “Isn’t that what I thought before?” Beth asked. He sighed, “Beth, I don’t think you’re going to have them. But, if you’re that worried, have Nikki stop and get some Pull-Ups. It sounds like everyone else your size is already wearing them on campus, so it’s not like you’d stand out?” “But…” She cried, “It’s like giving in?” “Beth, you’re right to worry. If you wear a Pull-Up and nothing happens, then you’re just wearing some fluffy underwear that maybe gets you some odd looks off campus. Really, you don’t even have to think about it when you’re not at Emerson? But…” “But if I don’t…” “Yeah.” “Daddy, I don’t want to fail again...” “Oh, sweetie, I promise, your mother, me, Amanda, and Carly – none of us are going to let you fail.” She noticed they were almost back to Amanda’s then. “Daddy, I’m almost to Amanda’s… I’ll talk to you all again this weekend.” “Call any time, Princess,” he told her. “Thank you, Daddy, I love you.” “I love you, too.” Beth hung up the phone as they stopped in the garage space Nikki had been using. She came around and helped her out of the booster seat, and Beth had to admit she was already sitting in a baby seat. What more did Pull-Ups do?!? Nikki said, “Beth, do you want me to go get something? Just in case?” Beth sighed, “Nothing too embarrassing?” “Nothing too embarrassing,” she agreed. Nikki made sure she was safe inside the house, with the marshals looking out, before taking off to the store. Beth climbed the stairs to her room and looked around. The place always felt emptier without Carly. She’d been sitting and working on homework for about half an hour when Shelby came in, “Hey,” she said. “Hey,” Beth said, turning to look at her. “How was your day?” Shelby asked. “Kind of sucked, honestly?” Beth told her. “Yours?” “Same…” “What happened at school for you?” “This girl, Priscilla - a Big - held me back from getting into the bathroom when I was desperate to go?” “Really?” Beth asked. “Really,” she sighed. “I probably could have beaten her up – Grandma has taught me some things, but then I’d be in more trouble. I ended up wetting myself. A teacher saw what she was doing, and I appreciate that she saved me, but then she changed me in her classroom!” She pulled her dress skirt up and showed the diaper. “Do you have to wear those now?” Beth asked. “No, I can go back to Pull-Ups tomorrow. She didn’t even mark it on my digital chart because she saw what Priscilla did. I think she wrote her up, too, since I didn’t see her the rest of the day.” “I’m surprised you didn’t just rip that diaper off the second you got home?” Beth said. “Well, I tried…” “Little Proof tapes?” Beth sighed. She nodded, “Yeah.” “Want me to help?” “It can wait... I mean, it’s already wet.” Shelby sighed, “Why don’t you tell me what happened to you today? You said your day sucked, too?” “Yeah…” Beth said. She told Shelby about the incident, leaving class, the fact that all of the Tweeners, and even some shorter Bigs, were all wearing Pull-Ups or diapers, and then the conversation with the RD in her former dorm with Livy. “Well, I think it’s obvious what you should do?” Livy said. “Huh?” “Just wear the stupid Pull-Ups!” “But…” “But nothing, I wear them most of the time, and out of seven days, I replace one maybe once a week because it’s gotten a brown streak or a little dribble,” she told her. “I wear them for precisely the same reason you should. Bigs are jerks, and you never know when one is going to pull something. If they’re pushing it that way for Tweeners, just wear one. The consequences of not… are kind of too horrible to consider.” Shelby told her. Beth nodded, “I sent Nikki to buy some,” she told her. “That’s good, at least you also don’t have to go into the store to get them. I always hate going diaper and Pull-Up shopping with Grandma!” “We did it once for Carly, someone thought it was for me – it was pretty horrifying,” Beth told her. “Not great…” Shelby agreed. “Any chance that offer of ripping these tapes off still stands?” “Sure, let’s go down to your room, though, that way you don’t have to walk naked down the hall?” “Wouldn’t be the first time…”   WE HAD BEEN forced to sit in the walkers for about another hour, with pacifiers going straight back in our mouths after our bottles were done. Shapiro eventually left, but not before giving me a stare that didn’t make me feel good! When it came time for dinner, I found myself again in the same seat beside Reila, waiting to see what horrible gunk would appear. Tonight, apparently, was mac and cheese. I usually consider that a decent meal, but I watched it being poured from a jar, and it didn’t look edible. At best, it was mac and cheese that had gone through the blender... but something about it seemed off about it. The color and the texture made me blanch. It also had a slightly odd odor that I smelled as I held a spoonful to my mouth. Just as I was about to start forcing it down, I saw a bowl of mushed-up bananas placed in front of me. The puree looked to have been homemade from ‘fresh fruit,’ but was probably overly ripe from the brown in the mix. Just the smell of it was about to make me puke! The time before I’d gone ahead and pushed that down first, but tonight I just decided to start with the lesser evil! The mac and cheese was… disgusting! There was no flavor, the texture was… awful, not only chopped up? But also... sludgy? I could feel it sticking to my teeth and the roof of my mouth with a residue. I was finally about to gag down the last of the mac and cheese when Nana came into the room. “How are you all doing today, my little sparkles?” she asked. “Good, Nana,” a chorus of voices lied. She saw the bowl in front of me, “Oh, look at you! All done with your main food, and you can have your nummy dessert of nanners!” I looked at it and felt my stomach twist and threaten to puke everything up without having taken a bite yet! “Here, let me help you!” She said, pulling out a spoon, scooping up some of the crushed mush, and pushing it to my mouth. I made a face and debated not opening my mouth, but I used my brain and did so anyway. “Oh, right! I’ve heard you don’t do well with bananas?” She said, “I heard you have such a problem that Mommy Lilly let you have a special alternate food the other night.” I stayed silent. “Well, she does have an alternate she can feed you again tonight, Carly.” “What are you talking about? You said no more cocoberry?” Lilly asked her. “I told you, it’s time for you to start doing your job. You’re going to do it tonight with one of these girls, one way or another. If baby Carly does it tonight, she doesn’t have to eat her nanners. In fact, I’ll go so far as to say she’ll never be given nanners again if she just has num-nums when they’re on the menu.” I looked up at Lilly and could see she was genuinely scared. ‘They’re going to force her to start breastfeeding the girls,’ I thought. I looked around at the other girls, and all of them seemed to have realized the problem. ‘Do I hate bananas that much?’ I wondered. ‘Do I like Lilly that much?’ I realized that was the most important question.   BETH HAD DINNER with the Westerfields that night, enjoying a nice roast chicken dinner that Fred had apparently cooked. He’d used some really amazing herbs, butter, and kept everything nice and juicy. Nikki had shown up as they were finishing, “We have a plate for you, Nikki,” Amanda called out to her. “Thanks, let me just go set this stuff down,” she told her. ‘Stuff?’ Beth felt her stomach clench. She delayed going upstairs to her room for a long while, helping Amanda with the dishes and talking with Fred. Still, eventually, she couldn’t procrastinate any longer. On her bed were a couple of grocery bags with plastic-wrapped contents inside. The first thing she pulled out was a couple of travel packets of baby wipes, ‘I actually should add more of these to my bag for Carly.’ She thought. The next package was bigger, and she instantly knew they were the same training panties that Carly had used at first. Same pink sides, toddler cartoon characters, disappearing markings when wet, and even activities inside the package to help promote potty training! She felt like she wanted to throw up even holding the package. Seeing her body weight well within the range for her size made it even worse! There was a second package with another kind of Pull-Ups, meant for nighttime, purple with just moons and stars on them. She could tell they were thicker for the long nights; it was obvious that the others were thinner and probably less noticeable. ‘Just more babyish…’ Beth thought. Amanda knocked right then, “Hey, Beth, are you okay?” “No,” she told Amanda, “I’m definitely not.” She waved her arms over the bags, “I don’t want to get screwed over again, though, so I guess I’m joining the rest of the Tweeners…” Amanda closed the gap and gave her a tight squeeze, even as she once again felt her body wracked with sobs.   I HAD COME to a decision, I did like Lilly enough to do everything I could to protect her. I debated on how best to phrase it after being around Bella and other adopted Littles. “Mommy, may I please have nummies instead of nanners?” Lilly looked like she wanted to cry right then, and I noted she glanced back over at Nana. “Nana, would you watch the rest of the girls while I take care of Carly?” “Why certainly, Mommy Lilly!” Lilly took the harness strap off of me, but left the cloth bib over my dress still. “Come here, sweetie,” she told me. Nana stepped in, sat down in the chair Lilly had been in, then Lilly walked to the rocking chair on the far side of the room. She whispered to me, “You don’t have to do this, Carly.” “You do, though,” I told her. “It’s okay, if I’m going to get stuck with someone, you’re the one I’d prefer,” I told her. She pulled her top out of the way. I’d never noticed, but blouses that offered easy access for breastfeeding abounded in her wardrobe. I was a passenger as she exposed a navy blue bra with little lace details around the top. I watched her fingers shake as she delicately undid a clasp at the top of the cup and then peeled it downward. You could tell where she wore her bikini by the clear tan lines. The flesh beneath her breast was pale white, having never been exposed. In the middle of her breast, the areola was broad and dark, and I could see some veins within her skin. Her nipple protruded, and I watched a bead of milk form at its tip. ‘You kind of wanted to try this…’ I reminded myself. More importantly, I was afraid that if I didn’t do this, and she refused to make anyone else nurse, she’d get fired… or worse! She rubbed my back gently, “You don’t have…” she said, even as I leaned my head forward, and put my mouth around her nipple. I just felt the nipple against my tongue for a second, getting a taste of the milk from that single drop, even as the nipple then rubbed the top of my mouth. In a millisecond, I registered that it tasted delicious at that very first taste! ‘They’ve always said just suck…’ I thought, thinking back to the simulation breast Charlotte had worn, and the baby bottles I’d recently had to nurse. So I just did the same thing and sucked hard on the nipple. In exchange for my effort, I received a warm stream of milk into my mouth. It swirled around on my tongue for just a moment before I swallowed it. ‘That is amazing!!!’ I thought. ‘So sweet… and…’ From there, I just went on autopilot. Suck. Swallow. Suck. Swallow. Over and over again, practically hypnotizing myself to the point I didn’t realize I must have depleted that breast, because a finger broke the suction, and Lilly moved me over her shoulder to burp me. “You don’t have to keep going,” she whispered. Something primal inside me disagreed, though, “More please.” She sighed, taking far too long to expose the other breast for my tastes, but soon I had a new nipple in my mouth, and repeated everything. “I’ll take your nest downstairs to Miss Mackenzie’s tonight.” “She doesn’t play guitar, though?” “I’m sure your baby girl here is going to be in a milk coma for a while?” “I’ll put her in a harness I have, and just play with her on my back? Or Mackenzie wouldn’t mind holding her either.” I didn’t register any more of their discussion, though. Milk coma was real! And I was OUT!  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!!! Please press the Like Button and leave a comment!!! It finally happened! Carly has now had her first hit of the tasty mommy milkies!!! How is it going to effect her...? You'll have to wait to see! Let me know what you think is coming! As you can see, things have gone from bad, to awful, to horrifying in the nests rather swiftly! 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Jace clambered over the sofa and onto Anya's waiting lap. He shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back on her. Honestly, he was excited... he couldn't remember ever having been read to, he loved books, but sometimes had trouble concentrating enough to read properly.  He beamed as she began to read, giggling cutely as she did voices. Hus attention was completely captured by the storybook, but he was somehow always fidgeting and moving. Be it with his whole body or just his hands, which were still bundled in his stuffie's fur.

Chapter 14: Summer Homework Assignment I smiled as my mother led me to the bathroom.  Not only was my diaper soaked, it was also very messy. I frowned when she left me in the shower after she undressed me. “Get a shower, Gabby.” Those four words bothered me.  My mother wasn’t going to do it for me? I was almost in tears as I found myself having to clean the mess off myself.  After my shower, I was going to wear another diaper.  I was going to suck on my pacie. I was all clean and I exited the shower.  I wrapped myself in a towel and entered my mother’s room. My heart sank when I saw that she was not holding a diaper, but a Pull-Up. “Nnnn!” I said, still following the baby rules from yesterday. My mother frowned and gave me a stern look.  “Use your words, Gabby.  You are not a baby today.  You are going to be a big girl and wear Pull-Ups.” “I no wanna wear Pull-Ups!” I muttered softly. “Speak up!” My mother told me.  “And enunciate every syllable dear.” “I don’t want to wear Pull-Ups!” I protested. “You will wear them, Gabrielle.” My mother said, her voice becoming more stern.  “Say that again and you will be getting a spanking.” I shook my head.   I didn’t want the Pull-Up.  I wanted my diapers.  “I DON’T WANNA WEAR PULL-UPS!”  I shouted, testing my mother’s patience. It didn’t take too long before I found myself on my mother’s bed with my bare body hunched over my mother’s lap, my behind fully exposed. SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK! “Okay!” I cried.  “I’ll wear the Pull-Up!  Just stop spanking me, mother!  Please stop!” I followed my mother’s lead and stepped right into the Pull-Up.  Yes, it was soft and padded like the diaper, but it wasn’t as thick. I then glanced around nervously.  “Where’s my pacie, mother?” My mother frowned.  “Gabby, you are going to be a big girl today so no pacifier.” I was almost in tears.  I was so addicted to it and now my mother was not going to let me use it?  I was afraid of getting another spanking, so I didn’t argue with her this time. Over the course of that day, I obediently followed the re-potty training regimen with my mother.  I wore no pants over my Pull-Up as my mother wanted the Pull-Up to be fully exposed at all times.  Every half-hour, I used the toilet like a good girl.  There was, however, only one accident that happened the whole day.  After breakfast, I peed a Pull-Up on my way to use the bathroom right on the half-hour.  When my mother saw the soggy Pull-Up, she wasn’t happy and I got a strike. Throughout the day, I watched my sister get her diaper changed while she sucked on her pacifier.  This made me sad and jealous toward my little sister.  Very nice, Abby.  You get to wear diapers and suck on your pacifier but my mother won’t let me!  How are you so special? Surprisingly, that was my only accident all week.  My accidents reset to 0 and my mother finally let me dress myself. Embarrassingly enough, it took me forever to dress myself when I finally had that privilege back.  I was so used to my mother doing it for me that I lacked the coordination to do it myself.  And while I really wanted to suck on a pacifier, I found that urge to be lower than last week. During that next week, I only had one daytime accident on Wednesday, when I forgot to get up and use the bathroom on the half hour.  Instead of going at 10:00 AM, I ended up going at 10:30.  My Pull-Up was already soaked as I had probably peed it sometime while watching Bluey with Abby. By the end of that week, my mother called me to her bedroom.  She opened her closet and handed me back my panties.  So after wearing Pull-Ups for two months, I now have to wear these again? My first day back in panties was not fun, as I was not used to the cotton fabric against my skin.  I was much more used to the soft and absorbent padding underneath me.  Wearing my underwear now felt…weird.  Like it didn’t feel natural. And surprisingly, my urge to suck on a pacifier was a lot less at this point. But with my pantie privileges back also came another responsibility:  I had to change my sister’s diapers once again.  Every. Single. One. Of. Them. After changing an especially messy diaper after lunch, I got my sister in a clean onesie and put her down for her nap. After doing this, my legs trembled.  I felt the strong need to pee again.  It was right on the half hour so I hurried into the bathroom and peed what seemed like a small amount.  Maybe a couple ounces. What surprised me after peeing was just how bad I had to go.  Was my bladder a lot smaller now?  With my mother’s strict re-potty training regimen, she really didn’t give my bladder a chance to expand too much and I have been peeing so frequently that it had probably gotten smaller by now. I wiped with some toilet paper and flushed before washing my hands. I then went back in my room and plopped on the bed.  That’s when my cell phone buzzed. It was a text from Gina so I read it. Gina:  Did you finish your Genealogy Project? My heart sank.  That’s right!  I had to research my family tree and provide a 20-page essay describing my family members and what they mean to me. The door knocked and my mother entered. “Gabby,” My mother said with an expectant look.  Have you finished your chores yet?  With your privileges back, you are expected to complete every weekly chore like before. I sighed and shook my head.  “I will work on them right away, mother.” Before she left, I used this opportunity to ask her another question.  “Mother, can you help me with a family tree project?  I have to research my family tree and write a family tree describing my family members and what they mean to me.” My mother looked impatient.  “There’s you, me, and Abby.  I divorced your father when you were born.  Need anything else?” I sighed.  I’m doomed.  I just KNOW that I’m going to fail this assignment.  “Thanks mother,” I told her, trying to hide the frustration in my face. What made the matter even more frustrating was that I would be returning to The Madeira School in just a week.  In just a week, I would be turning in…nothing.  Miss Rivard, my Junior English instructor will have expected me to complete my summer assignment that Mrs. Goethe, my sophomore English instructor gave me to do over the summer.  Even worse would be Gina and Renee asking me questions pertaining to my punishment.  Why can’t I hang out with them anymore?  What is the punishment?  Why the isolation?  I don’t really know what I would be telling my friends and if I would want them to know about my mother.  Knowing my mother, she would give me the worst punishment if I told them anything about her. And to add to the frustration, I am changing all my little sister’s diapers again while trying to manage my worsening bladder control.  Just about every trip to the bathroom has been a close call for me now, even with the trip to the bathroom every 30 minutes which I have constantly maintained without fail.  If anything, I feel like my mother’s bathroom regimen to re-potty train me has made my bladder control worse.  I have found my bladder to be smaller than it was toward the beginning of the summer.  The same glass of apple juice that I drank at the beginning of the summer now made it feel like my bladder was about to burst.  Prior to that, I could easily hold in my bladder after a glass of juice.  Mother, what have you done to me? My mother called me into her bedroom with it being the last week before my first day of my Junior Year at The Madeira School. My mother held out something that both frustrated me and excited me at the same time.  It was the Pull-Ups that I had to wear for most of the summer.  Two long months because of my punishment. “Gabby,” My mother told me.  “You will be returning to The Madeira School, and I am not certain that you will be able to maintain your bladder control there.  So, this is what I have decided.  You will be wearing your Pull-Ups to the school.  I will be packing three of them.  Instead of three accidents per week, you can have no more than three accidents in a single day.  You will be wearing a Pull-Up there and I will pack two additional Pull-Ups in your backpack.  If the backpack has no Pull-Ups by the end of the day, that means that you used all three of them.  If you have three accidents in one day, you will be wearing diapers all of next day.” I grimaced.  “But mother,” I whimpered.  “Who will be changing my diapers?” “You will,” my mother coldly answered me.  “The Madeira School doesn’t do diaper changes so you will be changing your own diapers privately should you have too many accidents in your Pullups.  Now if you manage to come home with one or two Pull-Ups in your backpack, your accidents will reset to 0 for the next day.  This is for your own protection, Gabby dear.” I sighed.  Having fought so hard to get my panties back, my mother wants to try and worsen my bladder control?  But I knew better than to protest against my mother at this point, so I just decided to keep silent. “Now Gabby,” My mother continued.  “With you returning to school, I will be taking care of your little sister while you’re away.  With that, you will be responsible for all her diaper changes after school before she goes to bed and on the weekends. I nodded and left the room, trying to savor the last week of summer as much as I could. One week passed and it happened.  It was time for me to go back to The Madeira School.  I was dressed up in my school uniform with a Pull-Up underneath.  Tucked in my backpack underneath the other two Pull-Ups that my mother packed was my panties that I would slip on once I got to The Madeira School. The Chauffer dropped me off at The Madeira School and I found the nearest bathroom to change. I found a stall and closed it.  I lifted up my skirt to find my Pull-Up.  I scowled when I saw that my Pull-Up was already a little damp.  I put it in my backpack and dug out my panties.  I peed in the toilet before I put them back on. Just as I was flushing, I heard a voice that startled me. “Gabby!” That sounded like Brittany.  Not her! “Hey pee girl!” I opened the door and scowled.  “Leave me alone, Brittany.” Brittany smirked.  “But that’s what you did at Gina’s pool party!  You peed in the pool!” I sighed.  “That was two months ago.  Drop it!” Brittany smiled.  “But I wasn’t the girl who did it.  You were!” “Enough Brittany!” Brittany turned around and saw that it was Gina. “Are you going to bully my best friend?” Gina told her.  “Tell Gabby you’re sorry.” Brittany sighed and gave me a glazed look.  “Sorry…Gabby!”  It was clear that she really didn’t mean it, but whatever. Gina then looked at me.  “So you have it done?  Your Genealogy assignment?” I shook my head and sighed.  “My mother was very unhelpful.  When I asked her, she didn’t tell me anything!” Brittany gasped.  “There was an assignment?” Gina sighed.  “Yes Brittany.  You were supposed to write a 20-page essay about your family over the summer.  Don’t you remember?” Brittany shrugged her shoulders and let out a nervous laugh.  “Oh yeah!  Well, I guess I’m going to fail!  Me and Gabby are going to fail together!” Gina shook her head.  “Not me!  I got it done!  26 pages all about my family and what it means to me.” I washed my hands and left the bathroom while Gina and Brittany remained since they still needed to go. Once at class, I discovered a surprising revelation after Miss Rivard read out the syllabus: only 25% of the ENTIRE class actually completed the assignment! Miss Rivard sighed as she glanced at the classroom full of women (since Madeira was an all-girl’s school).  “I should’ve expected more out of you ladies.  But since only 25% of the class managed to complete the summer assignment, I will lower the standards for the sake of not failing the majority of the class.  The 75% of you that didn’t complete the assignment, that’s 16 of you ladies; you have two more weeks to complete the summer assignment.  After that, your highest attainable grade on the assignment will go down by one letter for each day that it’s late.  One day late and it’s a B.  Two days late and it’s a C.  THREE days late and it’s a D.  And don’t bother giving it to me after that, because you failed the assignment.  For the four of you ladies that actually completed the summer assignment, you all get extra credit.  14 extra points since your other classmates only have two weeks to finish an assignment that they had all summer to work on.  Now ladies.  You can all do better.  I will give you all the benefit of working on your summer assignment starting now.  Do your research.  Get out your laptops and start typing.  As for my four top achievers, get started on that syllabus.  Over the next couple weeks, I will have wanted you to have read through all of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina as you will be journaling your thoughts on the story as you read it and will provide a 3,000-word essay on comparing love versus duty and a detailed critique on the realism and narrative techniques that Tolstoy uses.” As I began to work on my summer assignment (or pretend to work on it, since I had nothing to write), I felt the need to pee. “Miss Rivard,” I said, raising my hand. “May I please use the bathroom?” Miss Rivard sighed.  “You are a young woman.  Why are you asking me?  Just go!  Everyone, Miss Rivers has reminded me of my bathroom policy.  If you have to use the bathroom, just let me know and I’ll let you go. But raise your hand first and tell me.  This isn’t primary school.  You are all on your way to becoming young ladies.  Just tell me and you are permitted to go, okay?  Back to work!” I hurried to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet just in time.  To my relief, I was able to pee in the toilet without any accidents. But as I pulled my panties up, I saw a tiny patch of pee in the center of the panties. The rest of the day felt boring and with everything going on at home, it was hard for me to focus at times.  To my luck, I didn’t have any other accidents for the remainder of the day. Before my chauffer picked me up from The Madeira School, I changed back into my slightly damp Pull-Up, and shoved my panties (the pee stain now dried up) in a different compartment so my mother wouldn’t find them. As I was leaving the bathroom, I saw Gina again. Gina had a concerned look on her face. “So Gabby,” Gina said with a sigh.  “What’s with us not being able to hang out anymore?  I want to have a sleepover this weekend…” I sighed.  “I can’t.  My mother won’t let me go…” “Why?” Gina asked me.  “This is a new school year!” “It doesn’t matter!” I hissed.  “I’m forever banned from any social activity.” Gina now looked scared.  “Really?  Should I just call the police on your mother?  That sounds like cruel and unusual punishment.” I shook my head, looking very afraid.  “Don’t do that, Gina.” Renee, who just exited the bathroom stall gasped.  Even she was looking concerned.  “Gabby, did I just hear you say that you were forever banned from social activity?  But she’ll let you go to school because you’re here, right?  Give me a break.  Even my mother is over your whole bedwetting from the summer.  She’ll even let you come back over and everything!  Gabs, let us help you.  It seems like you’re in trouble.” But I averted my eyes from Renee as well.  I didn’t want either of my friends helping me.  If they did and my mother found out, my punishment would be quite severe. Brittany entered and her smile faded when she saw both Gina and Renee looking worried.  “What’s wrong?” Gina pointed at me.  “It’s Gabby.  She lives with a cruel mother that is administering a most cruel and severe punishment.  Gabby is banned from any social gatherings for life.” Brittany gasped.  “For life?” she said, her voice becoming a fearful squeak.  “That is so harsh!  Oh Gabby!  I never knew how bad you had it!  I’m sorry that I called you pee girl!  Do you want to come to my place?  We could be besties!  I’m totes serious!  I’m for real for real!” “I can’t!” I shouted.  “Didn’t you hear me?  My mother banned me from all things that were fun!  Now everyone.  Leave me alone!” As I left the bathroom, I began to hear some quiet murmurs from behind me. “Oh, poor Gabby…” “I know, Brit.  We need to help her.” “But we need to be careful! Who knows what her meanie mom will do to her!” After that last remark, I could see the tears coming out of my eyes. I quietly wept until the Chauffer dropped me off at home (or prison): The Rivers Estate. When I entered, I was surprised to see my mother holding a bunch of luggage. I gasped.  “Mother, where are you going?” My mother frowned.  “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, Gabby.  I am leaving for a scientific research conference in Boston.  There’s...a bunch of sciency stuff that you probably wouldn’t understand.” I sighed.  “Why wouldn’t I understand, mother?” My mother sighed.  “Why?  The people there will be the top leading scientific scholars in the world!  A bunch of leading scientists all sharing their research!  Scientists from Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Oxford, MIT…You wouldn’t understand.  Now, I am going to have a nanny that will be supervising both you and Abby.  Now Gabby.  You are still responsible for changing your sister’s diapers when you are back at home from school.  The Research conference is two weeks long.  Now today is the 19th of August.  I will be back on September 3rd.  Now since The Madeira School observes Labor Day, I will be expecting you to change Abby’s diapers on your day off.  Also keep up with your chores on the weekends.  Now mommy needs to be leaving now.  See you, Gabby!  Be a good girl!” I smiled as I watched a couple of assistants help my mother carry her luggage out of the estate and to her limo, where she would be taken to the airport for her flight to Boston. So mother suddenly decides to leave for a research conference?  Maybe I could use this time to hopefully learn more about my family, and turn my 0 pages from my summer assignment into an essay with more than 20 pages about my family and what it means to me. With my mother gone, I entered my sister Abby’s room and could immediately smell the poopy diaper that my mother never bothered to change.  You had to leave that one for me, didn’t you mother? I effortlessly lifted my 21-pound sister and laid her on the changing table.  I held my breath as I peeled open the tabs and opened the diaper, releasing the rancid stench into the room.  My sister gave me the same tired stare that I always saw and was now giving me a wanting look. “Thaw-sty Gaw-bee!  Thaw-sty!” I shook my head as I began to wipe the crevices around Abby’s princess parts and the rest of her with baby wipes, trying to get the poopy mess that she made all over herself all clean.  Really.  It seriously feels like I’m taking care of an 18-month-old instead of a three-year-old girl that should be learning to use the potty.  Why are you stunting her growth, mother?  She won’t be ready for school next year! And even worse, my sister’s vocabulary is no better than it was towards the beginning of the summer.  Her words still sounded like a girl half her age.  Her mannerisms felt less like a toddler and more like an infant. I finished wiping Abby clean and piled the wipes into her heavily soiled diaper.  I then applied the Aquaphor before shaking the powder onto a new Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Diaper.  I stretched it and laid Abby on the diaper.  I shook some more powder on her and folded the diaper between her legs.  I folded both waist tapes between her legs and snapped the crotch button of her infantile yellow onesie back on her. There.  Baby Abby was finally all clean and I changed her diaper.  What’s next? My groin answered that for me as I felt a sharp sting in my bladder. But as I was running towards the bathroom, I could see my white leggings begin to darken around my two legs. That’s when I realized that I was still wearing the same Pull-Up that I wore this morning.  It was obviously leaking and the excess pee was running down both my legs.  I ran in a panic as my sister Abby trailed behind me. My panicked run formed a trail of pee which ran all the way to the bathroom.  And as it luck could have it, I stopped peeing when I reached the toilet seat.  So much for using the toilet. I sighed, as I was very relieved that my mother was not here to enforce her cruel rules on me. Just then, I saw the door creek open. “Is everything okay Miss Rivers?  You seemed to have made an accident on the way to the bathroom…” Abby then approached me and began to whine.  “Thaw-sty Gaw-BEE!  Thaw….STYYYYYY!” I glanced up at the nanny and nodded.  “Phyllis, could you please take care of my sister?  I already changed her diaper and she just needs something to drink.” Phyllis nodded and gently lifted my sister off the floor, holding her in her arms.  “You’re thirsty?  I’ll go get you your bottle.  And then some more cartoons before dinner…” I cleaned up, knowing that another maid would be cleaning my mess up. The days without my mother felt quiet, strange, and eerie.  When I told my friends the next day that my mother went to a conference, they decided not to take action and try to help me.  They wanted to wait until my mother got back before they did anything.  I did tell them that I would try to finish the assignment while my mother was gone. After school that same day, I approached the door that went to the east wing.  This was the wing that my mother TOLD me was off limits.  I was not allowed to enter this wing ever!  I could almost feel the sting on my butt as my palms nearly touched the door knob.  The phantom pain was enough to scare me to the point where I didn’t even dare to go into the east wing. But as the days went on, I kept returning to the grand staircase.  The east wing was beckoning, but I was deathly afraid to enter.  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday…I was too afraid to venture into the forbidden wing of my mother’s estate.  What would I find there?  The Beast? A bunch of enchanted objects?  A mysterious rose with a spell cast on it? Sunday came, and then Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.  Each day, I returned to the grand staircase, hoping that I could muster the courage to open the door and see what my mother didn’t want me to see.  Every time, I could feel the pain from long ago.  All those beatings that reminded me to never try to enter the east wing again. So there I was after days of school.  Days of studying.  Days of additional assignments.  Days of weekend chores.  Days of mandatory diaper changes.  Days of intermittent accidents (I’m so glad that my mother’s not here or I would be in diapers by now). Friday came, and with me being back from Madeira, a chilling reality hit me like a stone.  That two-week extension on that summer assignment was due Monday. And there the door stood.  The door to the east wing.  The door that my mother didn’t want me to open. But I could almost hear it.  The siren song.  The call of the east wing and the mystery that laid behind it.  Just why didn’t my mother ever want me to see this wing? My fist trembled as I clutched the door knob again. Then I heard a voice behind me. “Nah Gaw-bee!  Don gah dere!” It was Abby, making short stubby steps toward me. I sighed as I released the door knob, as I didn’t have time to deal with my baby sister. I clutched the door knob again, and noticed my sister Abby having a frightened look on her face. “Nuuuuuuu!” Abby cried.  “Nu Gaw-bee!” As I began to grip the door knob tighter, I could see Abby approaching me with her little hand, trying to pull me back.  But her puny tug on the back of my skirt was no match for my hand, which was formed around the knob. I had to figure out where I came from.  I had to write the report this weekend.  The east wing was the only thing I didn’t know about this whole estate, and it felt like it was almost screaming.  I turned the knob as Abby began to let out a frightened whimper.  She was now tugging me with both her arms, like she was preventing me from entering. “Nu Gaw-beeeeee!!!!  Don gahhhh!” But even Abby’s strongest tug on my back was not enough to stop me from turning the door knob. I turned the knob and I heard the door open with a loud creek….

Is it Potty Hunting Season? What's the bag limit? Do they have to be a certain size or age? Are there separate seasons for bow hunters, and black powder? So many questions.

Andrew blushed and curled up as he listened to the music, unknowingly having small hypnosis being pumped into his mind and he soon fell asleep in his car seat.