Other Fetishes

Chapter 8: Diaper Training It takes about four to five hours for a full dose of the laxatives to take effect. Jamie began feeling it at one o’clock, which was about four hours after he took them. Ms. Hana wakes them up after six o’clock, so it was essentially the middle of the night. However, Jamie didn’t know what time it was, nor when Ms. Hana would wake him up. BRATs are never told the time, nor given access to anything that displays it. Any device that reveals the hour, such as a clock or a phone, is kept out of reach. This is intentional; the adults control every aspect of the routine, and little kids have no say in the matter. Instead of relying on clocks or knowing the actual time, BRATs keep track of their day by events and activities. Breakfast follows playtime, which leads to outside time. Afterwards comes lunch and then nap time. There isn’t a clock in the nursery, and Jamie’s phone was in Ms. Hana’s room. Unlike Tuesday night, Jamie didn’t try to stay awake. He wasn't physically tired, having slept eight hours the night before and taken a one-hour nap in the afternoon. But why fight it? With everything that had happened since Monday, he was mentally exhausted. As soon as Ms. Hana turned out the lights, he closed his eyes and drifted into a dream. Sleep offered a brief escape from his current reality. However, it didn’t last. He woke up to a mild, uncomfortable cramping in his stomach. He thought it was just gas, but it was soon clear that it wasn’t gas. Without warning, a warm, soupy mess came out of his bowels, and his diaper filled with a mix of brown liquid and pee. Jamie looked around, but his nursery was too dark to see. At first, he tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn’t get comfortable. When he was on his back, the mass shifted across the rear of his diaper, and when he lied on his side it collected along the edges. The odor became so intense that he could no longer ignore it. He was desperate to get out of the messy diaper, but he didn’t know how. In normal circumstances, he would simply wake up, clean up, and then go back to sleep, but these were not normal circumstances. He knew he wasn’t allowed to change his diaper, but he didn’t know how to get Ms. Hana’s attention. He wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to wake her up. Jamie weighed his options. After a few minutes, he realized just how absurd it was. He was a grown man, sitting in a crib and trapped in a messy diaper. He tried to lower the rails, but they were locked. He searched for a latch, but he couldn’t find one. The rails were too high to climb, and too sturdy to break. He was essentially trapped in a cage, with no way out. With no other option, he yelled, “Help!” Ms. Hana didn’t hear the cries. She was exhausted after a restless Tuesday night. Jamie’s fiasco took a toll, and Emily stayed out until one o’clock in the morning. She checked on him at midnight, right before going to bed, but he was sleeping, and his diaper was clean. She didn’t want to wake him up. She planned to look again at 2 o'clock; but she slept through it. Each nursery has a monitor to allow RAs to know what is happening inside. In most cases, the cries would be enough to alert Ms. Hana. However, Tyler snores and she often mutes his monitor. Unfortunately, she accidentally muted all of the monitors. Jamie called out a few more times, trying different methods, but none of them worked. Nobody came to his rescue. Eventually, in an act of pure desperation, he cried out “Mommy!” It was a difficult word to say, but at that moment, it was his only option While Ms. Hana didn’t hear it, Ms. Samara did. Usually, midnight cries are the responsibility of the RA, not the SA. However, when she heard Jamie cry out, ‘Mommy,’ She went downstairs to see what was wrong. Much like a small child, who only wants his mommy, Jamie wanted Ms. Hana. While Ms. Samara was kind, she wasn’t Ms. Hana. When he saw her enter the nursery, he cried, “Where is Ms. Hana?” Ms. Samara ignored the plea, and asked, “What’s wrong sweetie?” Although, she already had a good idea, and it was confirmed when the odor hit her nose. “Oh! I think I know. Let’s get you out of that stinky diaper.” Jamie cried, “But I want Ms. Hana?” “I know honey, but she’s sleeping. Don’t worry, I can do it.” She grabbed his arm and brought him to the changing table. This wasn’t the time to negotiate, and BRATs aren’t allowed to negotiate with adults. “Hop on the table, sweetie. Stay calm; I’ll have you back to bed in no time.” Jamie was too tired to protest and calmly let Ms. Samara change his diaper. Because it was so messy, it took a while. He fought to keep his eyes open, and Ms. Samara had to give him a gentle nudge when she finished. “Let’s go back to your crib.” She guided him back and raised the rails, ‘”Nitey-nite, sweetheart.” He went back to sleep, and barely stirred until Ms. Hana woke him up. At some point, he started to pee, but he wasn’t sure if it was a dream. Ms. Hana felt guilty for forgetting to check on Jamie and leaving him in a messy diaper. She made sure to wake him up first, and she was surprised when there wasn’t any odor coming from his diaper. She assumed he was holding it in, and scolded him. “Jamie, are you holding in your poo-poo? Remember, pee-pee and poo-poo go in your diaper.” Jamie protested, “I’m not! I pooped. Please don’t make me take that medicine again.” “You didn’t like the medicine?” Jamie thought about it, and in his most grownup voice he said, “I’m sleeping great, but it makes me wet the bed.” Ms. Hana laughed, “Sweetie, you’re not wetting the bed. Pee-pee goes in your diaper.” Jamie shrugged, “Okay, but I don’t want to sh-“, he stopped himself before cussing. “Poo in there.” “Well, you don’t have a choice; poo-poo goes in your diaper.” Jamie whined, “But I woke up with sh-.” Once again, he stopped himself before saying the word. He composed himself, “with a stinky d--.” He was going to say diaper, but he couldn’t say it. “I didn’t know how much longer I had to wait for you.” Ms. Hana understood, “I guess that’s kind of yucky, isn’t it?” She asked, “Who changed your diaper?” Jamie mumbled, “Ms. Samara.” “That was nice of her. I’m sorry that I didn’t hear you on the monitor. I promise, I won’t let that happen again.” She felt his diaper again and said, “your diaper is only a little wet, so I’m going to wait.” Ms. Hana gently guided Jamie out of his crib. As he stood up, a small amount of pee went into his diaper. It was a strange sensation, but an important milestone. Ms. Hana’s mantra was starting to have an effect. The warmth and sogginess of his diaper made it hard to hold it in. It was also oddly comforting; but the thought of liking diapers scared him. He didn’t want to admit to peeing in his diaper, so he kept it to himself. Emily was temporarily at level 3, so Ms. Hana had to wake up four BRATs. Ms. Samara wasn’t up, but even if she was, Ms. Hana wants to greet her BRATs in the morning. She considers the morning routine essential for establishing a nurturing bond with her BRATs. She went to Stephanie’s nursery next. Stephanie was already awake when she entered the room, happily playing with her stuffed animals. Upon seeing Ms. Hana, she greeted her with a cheerful, “Mommy!” “Good morning sunshine!” Ms. Hana felt her diaper, which was soggy as usual, “Do you think it can hold some more?” It was a curious question to ask, given that Stephanie rarely pays attention to her diaper. Even if she is aware of its condition, she ignores it; especially in the morning. Stephanie didn’t respond and kept playing with her stuffed animals. Hana smiled kindly and remarked, “I guess you wouldn’t know, would you?” She gave the diaper another squeeze and added, “I think we can wait until you do a poo-poo.” Tyler was still sleeping when Ms. Hana walked into his nursery. At home, his dad wakes up the entire family at 4:30 AM; even on weekends. Tyler prefers sleeping later when he isn’t around his dad, but little kids aren’t allowed to miss breakfast. However, he didn’t resist when Ms. Hana woke him up. Emily was the last one. Big kids don’t have to wake up for breakfast, and Emily usually sleeps in. Ms. Hana struggled to wake her up, and when she did, Emily cried out. ‘Five more minutes.” Ms. Hana calmly replied, “No, I’m sorry honey. It’s time for breakfast, and I need to change your diaper before we leave.” Emily has struggled with potty training since her promotion to level 4. It’s been more than six months, and she still wets her bed. Pull-ups don’t hold enough, so she has to wear a diaper; and it’s always soggy! She hasn't noticed any improvement at night. Her daytime control hasn’t fully returned either. She didn’t go back to panties until June, and she’s had a few accidents since then. There were three in July, and two in August. It’s been absolutely humiliating for her. She hates wearing diapers at night, but changing them by herself gives her some dignity. She huffed, “I can do it myself.” “No, you can’t! Only big kids are allowed to do that.” She protested, “But I am a big kid, Mommy!” Ms. Hana reacted firmly, “You aren’t one today! You didn’t want to be a big girl yesterday, so you can’t be one today. Stop pouting! Get on the changing table and let me change your diaper!” Emily knew what that tone meant. If she didn’t listen to it, she would end up in the playpen. She stopped pouting and climbed on to the changing table. Even though it took a firm reprimand, Ms. Hana made sure to praise her compliance. They held hands to form a human chain and walked to the dining room; Ms. Hana was between Jamie and Tyler, while Ms. Samara was between Stephanie and Emily. There were three other human chains coming out of the other houses. Jamie sat in one of the five highchairs, along with the other toddlers. The five preschoolers got to sit in regular chairs, but they had to use sippy cups. The other twelve were either adults, or older BRATs. Even though it’s contradictory to the regressive model, BRATs can drink coffee in their sippy cups. Since BRATs aren’t actual children, most of them like it. It also provides a couple of advantages: it helps BRATs feel energized, and it’s a natural laxative. Ms. Samara knows how everyone likes their coffee, and serves it how they like it. Stephanie likes it with a lot of sugar, and a lot of milk. It’s almost like she has a little bit of coffee in her milk. Tyler’s dad only lets his family drink black coffee, but Tyler likes to have a tiny bit of milk in it. Emily likes her coffee with a little bit of sugar and some milk. However, due to her ADD, she is very sensitive to sugar and tries to limit it. After serving everyone else, Ms. Samara asked Jamie, “So, how do you want your coffee, sweetie?” Jamie mumbled, “like Emily.” Ms. Hana glared, but Jamie didn't know why. Tyler mouthed, "Say please." He restated, “Can I have it like Emily, please?” Ms. Samara smiled, “Yes, and thank you for using the magic word.” Ms. Hana smirked, “I knew you would remember. Thank you.” It was a standard breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. The big kids and adults could have their eggs fried, but little kids had to have theirs scrambled. The preschoolers used utensils with big handles, but toddlers had to use their hands. It made Jamie’s face very messy, and Ms. Hana wiped it clean before she let him out of his highchair. Even though he pooped, he still felt the effects of the laxatives, and the coffee didn’t help. He tried to relieve some of the pressure, even peeing in his diaper. He thought he was discreet, but it was obvious. Stephanie was the first one to encourage him. “Why aren’t you pooping? Mommy gets mad when you hold it.” Rather than following Stephanie’s advice, Jamie moved to a different part of the room. Ms. Samara tried to help. “Honey, you need to poo-poo. Don’t hold it.” As usual, Tyler was blunt. After his diaper was changed, he went to Jamie and said, “ Dude, you just have to do it. Don’t hold it in. I know it sucks, but it’s worse if you don’t.” Jamie responded, “I did.” “You did? When?” Jamie blushed. Even though it was expected, he still felt ashamed. “Last night.” “Oh, did Mommy give you some medicine?” Jamie nodded. “That’s sucks, dude. She did that to me last year.” Jamie blushed, “It was disgusting! I had to sit in it until Ms. Samara changed me.” “I’m sorry about that. Just a warning, you better do it again. If you don’t, Ms. Hana will give you more medicine tonight. I’m telling you, you’ll feel so much better. We all have to do it, so nobody will judge you.” Ms. Hana watched all of this unfold, without interfering. Ideally, it would be far more impactful if Jamie had a true accident, rather than reluctantly pooping in his diaper. She knew he couldn’t hold it forever, but he was miserable. After a few minutes, she lost patience and pulled his diaper back, even though she knew he didn’t poo. She shook her head when she saw it was clean. “Jamie, pee-pee and poo-poo go in your diaper. You’re doing good with pee-pee, but not poo-poo. I want you to go poo-poo in your diaper.” Jamie cried, “But I don’t want to.” Ms. Hana gave him a stern look and pointed to the corner. “Go to the corner, now!” “But.” “Now! You aren’t allowed to hold in your poo-poo.” Jamie whined, “But I don’t need to go.” Ms. Hana asked, “Do you want to go back in the playpen?” Without waiting for an answer, she guided him to the corner. Understanding the situation, Jamie chose not to resist and quietly faced the wall. Ms. Hana gently praised him. “Thank you for going to the corner, like I told you to. I think you need to poo-poo, but you don’t want to. Pee-pee and poo-poo go in your diaper. You’re staying here until you do a poo-poo in your diaper.” Jamie tried to answer, but Ms. Hana put a pacifier in his mouth. After that, everybody ignored him. Jamie didn’t have a choice; he closed his eyes, and pushed with his stomach. It quickly relieved the pressure, but the smell was overpowering. Ms. Hana kept him in the corner a little while longer. In the end, he spent nearly 20 minutes facing the wall. It felt even longer to him. Finally, Ms. Hana pulled his diaper back to check. “Let’s see if you did a poo-poo in your diaper.” She examined the contents, “Yay! You did. Everybody, give Jamie a big cheer!” Jamie heard everyone shout, “Yay! Good job, Jamie.” The pacifier was still in his mouth, so he couldn’t say anything, not that he knew what to say. The diaper was so heavy that Ms. Hana had to be careful changing it. It was leaking and his onesie was wet around the legs. Jamie noticed that he was peeing without even thinking about it; the wetter it got, the harder it was to stop. It’s exactly what Ms. Hana wants. Ms. Hana was playful and cheerful as she changed his diaper, acting like he was doing her a favor. Once again, she doused him with baby powder and lotion, making him smell like a baby. After she finished, she gently patted his bottom and said, “Good job, honey. Doesn’t it feel better to have a nice clean diaper? Where does pee-pee and poo-poo go?” Jamie reluctantly responded, “in a diaper.” “Yes! It goes in your diaper. Okay, go play with the others.” By this point, quiet playtime was almost over. However, Jamie was curious how the other BRATs handled wearing diapers. He hadn’t had much of a chance to talk with them, since he spent most of it with a pacifier in his mouth. He sat next to the other three and asked, “How do you guys deal with this?” Tyler asked, “What do you mean?” Jamie answered, “Use your diaper? It just feels weird.” Tyler replied, “It is, but you get used to it.” Emily laughed, “And it’s hard to stop using them after you get used to it.” Tyler and Stephanie gave her sympathetic looks; both of them knew how hard it was for her. She and Tyler were promoted at the same time, but it only took Tyler a few weeks to get back to normal. Jamie remarked, "I didn't want to go back in a playpen, that’s why I did it." Tyler nodded, “Yeah, I hate that thing.” “Does that happen a lot? How many times have you been put in it?” Tyler replied, “I’ve only been at level 0 once, but mommy has put me there a few times after a timeout.” Emily warned, “Whatever you do, don’t pout. Mommy doesn’t like that. If you do, she’ll put you in the playpen for the rest of the day.” Stephanie bragged, “Mommy never puts me in the playpen.” Tyler smirked, “That’s because you never get in trouble.” “It’s easy not to get in trouble! Mommy only gets mad when you don’t listen. Just do what mommy says and stop when she tells you to stop.” Ms. Hana noticed Emily tugging at her waist, which was a sign she needed to pee. Normally, Emily uses a timer on her phone to remind her to use the bathroom every hour, which helps prevent accidents. However, she couldn’t use her phone while she was at level 3. As a result, she didn’t pay attention to her bladder, and didn’t realize she had to pee. Emily’s struggles were especially puzzling, because she doesn’t like wet diapers. That normally makes the transition easier, but that wasn’t true with her. Most BRATs have accidents when they first reach level 3; it’s why they have to wear Pull-ups during the day. Accidents aren’t factored into promotion, but they have to manage them themself. That’s where she struggled, because she didn’t always react to her accidents. Her Pull-ups frequently leaked, which is why she failed the first time she was at level 3. Apparently, Emily struggled with potty training when she was a child. When her mom found out about her accidents, she laughed. “That sounds very familiar. I didn’t think you would ever get out of diapers the first time, so it makes sense that it’s been hard for you this time.” Ms. Hana saw the same patterns that she saw in the young children at her mom’s daycare. She wondered if the tugging was a signal that she needed to pee, rather than reacting to a wet diaper. She considered trying some of the techniques she used in the daycare; however, by the time she identified these patterns, Emily had advanced to level 4. They don’t infantilize big kids, so she couldn’t use them. Instead, she tried subtle hints, but they didn’t work. Emily needs a direct approach. However, her temporary demotion provided an opportunity. Because it was a punishment, a little bit of infantilization was appropriate. Ms. Hana prompted her, “Emily, honey, it’s almost time to go outside, why don’t you try to go potty before we go?” Emily replied, “But I don’t have to go, mommy.” Ms. Hana looked back dubiously and asked, “You don’t?” At the daycare, she would ignore the refusal and take the child to the potty. But she didn’t want to do that with Emily, so she tried again: “You should try. If you need to go while we’re outside, somebody has to take you.” Emily hesitated before responding, and then reluctantly agreed. “Okay.” The request made her feel like a little kid, which she hated. However, asking someone to take her to the potty was worse. Mostly, she was mad at herself. Once again, she failed to recognize the urge to pee. Emily felt a sense of dejection when she left the bathroom. Ms. Hana, gently asked, “Did you go?” Emily admitted, “Yeah, you were right. I guess I had to go.” Although it was patronizing, Ms. Hana made sure to acknowledge her effort. “Good job!”. Nearby, Ms. Samara remained silent, but offered a supportive thumbs up.

“Hey, I can hear, young lady. Eat the sandwich if you want to, but the baby food and baby bottle still are waiting for you,” Annie reminded Kayla of her lesson, “You should take a shower after your dinner and get a clean nighttime diaper.”

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Hey everyone… I want to thank everyone who has read and/or liked this story along the way. At this point though, I think it’s fair to say that this one has probably been one of my least popular stories on here. Now, I will take some of the fault with that with my irregular posting schedule and having a ‘slow burn story,’ but when I see this type of reception to a story that I’ve written, it fills me with a lot of questions. This story did win the poll last time, and that’s valid and fair, but now I’m wondering if I should even still do those. I also have to question, and part of this I’ll definitely call as being my own worst critic, but one thought persists: am I even a good writer anymore? I want the confidence to say that I am, but numbers tend to stick better sometimes in my mind than how I want to feel. 300ish new views per chapter compared to 500 or even double or triple and multiple likes for past stories are not things I can just ignore when it comes to what I put out there… Regardless of however the next few stories go though, I just want to say that even if no one reads my stories on here anymore, I will see that and at least commit to what I already started on here at minimum. For anyone curious, I have multiple on-going projects that I would need to finish before I would ever consider stopping… regardless of readership or reception. To name some, I would want to finish the Tell Me More series, the CON series, finish two more stories with the A Stuffy’s Tale series, the Walk Into The Unknown sequel, at least the conclusion of a few storylines with Dark Cliff, show the origin of my Diaper Dimension, the conclusion of the Peirama series, and lastly, one story I’ve been working on and off for years now. For me, all that would just be tying up what I already started on or would feel terrible about not concluding in some way. For those keeping count, that’s about nine stories, so definitely enough for at least a year… probably two with some of those preliminary chapter counts though. So, point being, I just want to put this out there in case I really am a bad writer and just no one wants to read my stories anymore… I at least have that much longer on here. If I do see continuing trends of what I’ve been seeing… just know that I might abandon the polling, stick to these solely, and then go until I finish them on here. Call this the end of a tough year thoughts or whatever… but I feel you all have at least the right to know where I’m at right now.   Sorry for the little rant there… but now, back to the news of this story. Okay… so not a delay, but definitely an extension in this story. I was writing this chapter, and I was originally going to play out one scene in maybe three paragraphs total… but I realized I was going to be robbing everyone of a very intimate and important scene by rushing it. Fleshing it out and what I also realized was required with how I set these characters up like… this story was going to be twice as long as these chapters usually are. Not the worst, but I wanted to avoid that here. So, there are now going to be 17 total parts to this story. For this story, there will now be this part, the next part, and then a final chapter or epilogue. I can see it either way at this point with it, but it’s really going to depend on how the next chapter specifically fleshes out at the end. Either way, another chapter will go up on Wednesday, and the final will be out on Friday. With all that in mind, just as a reminder, a new poll is up for you all to let me know which story you all would like to read next. Story options can be found back in the beginning of chapter 2, and the link can be found there and chapter 9 as well. As I mentioned before though, if you feel more comfortable leaving a comment here or as a private message to me, I will count these as well. Due to the extension, I will inform you all again on Wednesday as a final reminder before the poll is shut down on Friday.    Last but not least and as usual, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter of my story! Chapter 15: Hesitations And a Little Stickiness Gwen blinks at me a few times like maybe that I had suddenly gone insane. After a moment though, she shakes her head, still clearly in disbelief. “Come again? You want me to be your…?” I see her blush, like there’s something more hidden there, which makes me a little curious, but she also pushes right past it and bites down. “What does that have to do with any of this? And… with Abigail?” she presses me instead. I look over at Abigail, looking completely flustered and confused as well, though much less embarrassed but also much more curious. “It’s simple,” I note with about as much confidence as I can muster. “I remember when Abigail and I were linked before. She could feel and experience everything I did. There were times when I didn’t feel like fighting her connection, that she nearly felt in control of me.” I look over to Abigail one more and she doesn’t deny that fact. Emboldened that I haven’t hit any hurdles in this plan of mine, I take a deep breath and know I need to take this plan home now. “So, once the connection is reestablished by the Supreme, our bond will be like it was and Abigail will repossess me fully. At that time…” I take one more deep breath and brace for the arguments I know are sure to occur next. “After that, Gwen… you will be my mommy, in which Abigail will experience that fully through me as I give her complete control. Then, after a set period of time which we agree on beforehand, she will give over control back to me… hopefully her unfinished business resolved at last. After that, she either exits me or… she moves on.” It's a bold plan and I know that, but I only see three sets of eyes staring back at me in disbelief. Finally, Gwen breaks first… like I knew she would when I first thought of this plan. I know that of everyone, she has the most objections now. “Be… be her… mommy?” I hear the little disgust laden in her voice. “Even if I gave her consent for that… and that’s one big ‘if…’ how can I just simply give her what she wants? She… she… she basically tortured you, Liam! How can you be okay with this?” I sigh. “Gwen… I’m… I’m still upset about all that. I still feel… different inside, like my brain is a bowl of spaghetti that got tossed. But…” I look over at Abigail, her expression of shock not having wavered for a moment since I revealed my plan. “I’ve seen the other ghosts. With Susan’s help, and from what you absolutely know when you accompanied me… I helped a bunch of other ghosts now. A lot of times, they need our help to move on. We can still experience life… the sadness and horrors of it, but the joys and pleasures as well. For Abigail… this is our moment to help her. She might have hurt me, but… don’t we owe her that? I mean, that potential… at least for one night?” Abigail seems stunned over my kindness to her, and I see the guilt over what she did to me… like a kid who broke a toy on accident. It only furthers in my mind that she’s not evil. Just… overbearing, lost, and someone who just wanted something they never could achieve in life. But Abigail… I see her nearly twitch on the spot. “Hurt you? Hurt you…” She shakes her head and I see her nostrils flare. “Liam… she screwed with your body… in ways that might never be fully healed ever again. You… you understand that… don’t you?” As if to answer her without my consent on the spot, I feel a splash of warmth once more in my diaper. I sigh a little, knowing that I’m going to need to change soon and more than happy that I now keep a spare bag of clothing, diapers, and changing supplies here at Gwen’s store now. After seeing her so much and coming back and nearly leaking one too many times before… we both thought it was for the best. Still though, I nod. “Yes… I understand that.” I see another flash of intense guilt wash over Abigail. Gwen still can’t seem to accept my proposal after everything. “So then… why? Why do you think you owe her? She’s already taken away from you so much!! And… and what about me? To be her mommy? You give up control like that… and I would see her. I would see her shining through you. It would be your body, yes, but it would be her actions… her voice sometimes even! You would be a backseat passenger in your own body! And me… I would have to baby her herself and be her mommy. That’s… I’ve only ever done that for a few others… ever. And now… now you want me to give that present away… something I reserve only for those I care about…” Her hand moves towards mine but then stops short. “You want me to give that away to her?” It's something I had considered… but evidently not strongly enough. Still new to the ABDL scene and all, I knew the basics, but not some of the finer aspects of it. I know my own desires… what a caregiver would mean to me, but I don’t know enough to be able to put myself in someone else’s shoes… especially for someone playing the part of ‘mommy.’ I feel a wave of guilt washing over me now as well. But I also know I need to stick with this plan. Right now, for everyone to win at least a little bit, we were all going to need to sacrifice a little. For me, it would be my control. For Abigail, it would be that it wouldn’t be her body per say that was being touched and cared for… only an approximate sensation through me and my own body. And for Gwen… she would need to allow a person who has hurt someone she cares about into her life… be a mommy to her for one night only. I sigh, knowing and yet hating myself for being the one to push that on her. “Gwen… please. I… I didn’t realize how much you valued that title. I should have known… maybe, but I didn’t. I’m sorry about that, but this isn’t for me. It’s… it’s one night that we can all bend a little and try to help a ghost clearly in need.” I look back at Gwen and while I see her previous hardened expression persist, I do see a few signs of her softening up at least a little bit. “This decision is still yours, but… if you won’t do this for her and your dislike of her stems from her hurting me still… I understand that. But for one night, please do this for me then. Call it a personal favor if you want… and I’m sorry for asking you to do this, but… is at least something you’ll consider?” Gwen hesitates for a moment, then crosses her arms, and sighs. “Fine. I will at least think about it. She hurt you, Liam, and that’s not something I can forgive so easily. But for you… as a favor to only you… I’ll at least think about it.” It’s not the exact outcome I was hoping for, but I also know that Gwen is a woman of her word and her thinking about it is something if nothing else. Satisfied with her part of the deal for now at least, I then turn back towards Abigail. “Now Abigail… I know you’re not alive and this isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you made your wish, but… if Abigail agrees… are you willing for her to be your mommy for one night?” Abigail looks over at the still pensive and brooding Abigail. Looking a little sullen after, she turns back towards me. “It’s not what I wanted, but… for one night, I think it can make me happy…” Once more, it’s not my most ideal scenario here, but a maybe and a yes dependent on the maybe is at least enough to give me a little hope. For one night, we can all find a little something we’re looking for. Not the best… but a little give is more than enough to settle the fears that had slowly been distilling in my belly for the better part of the night now. Susan then clears her throat, and my eyes shoot over to her. ‘Shoot. I forgot one last piece of the puzzle.’ “Uh, this is nice and all… but where does this leave me?” she questions. “I’m glad to be included in all this, but… I don’t exactly see a role for me here.” I sigh and nod, knowing that Susan really isn’t a part of my plan… at least not my main one. “That’s right. I’m sorry for bringing you out here like this, but… I really didn’t know how tonight was going to go. I knew that Gwen would be hesitant in her role and Abigail… well, her moodiness isn’t exactly reliable. I could risk her getting cold feet, but… you know, right?” Both the two women flash angry glares at me, and I feel guilt with both… but I know that I still need to push on. “So… simply put, Susan, your role is to be a backup and a guardian manager of sort for Abigail on the night all this could happen.” “She is?” Abigail questions, perking up a little more now since her sullenness with Gwen potentially being her mommy for one night. “I am?” Susan questions as well. “That’s right,” I confirm. “…or at least if you consent to it. Because… I’m guessing that this relinking spell is complex and that the Supreme is still going to need to travel here… either way, it’s not going to happen tonight.” I look at Abigail who only gives me a small head nod. “Right, well that means that I’m going to need Abigail to come here again as scheduled. Which means she’ll need the confidence to return to a place where there are at least six witches. Hence… manager.” Susan nods approvingly. “Makes sense…” She winces and looks at the frail ghost beside her. “No offense, Abigail…” In a shocking but fortuitous turn, Abigail doesn’t suddenly fall to pieces over being called out on her hesitation and skittish ways. “No… I get it,” she says slightly glumly. “I… I’m an unknown factor in all this… coming back to see a bunch of witches is scary already. Someone getting me back here on the night of might be for the best…” Susan gives her a little hug of support and then looks up at me. “You also mentioned me as a backup?” I take a breath, knowing this could be the sticky and uncomfortable part for my new ghostly friend. “Yes… well, you’re waiting here for your daughter, and you’re a mom who looked after me a little…” I see Susan’s eyes growing wide, her instincts likely already kicking in and knowing what I’m going to ask her. “So, if Gwen consents and the Supreme agrees to the spell… but then the night of it fails…” I trail off, almost hoping that I don’t even need to say it, but seeing Abigail’s apprehensive stare back at me, I know I’m going to need to. “Well, I was hoping that if it fails… you’ll agree to look after Abigail for the time being.” Both stare at me with wide eyes of shock… but with passive smiles as if both were completely okay with it as well. “You don’t need to assign labels, but… if it doesn’t work, Abigail at least won’t be alone.” Susan takes a moment but looking down tenderly at Abigail with arched and questioning eyebrows, she only gets a little head nod back from her before nestling closer. With a sigh, Susan looks back at me. “Okay… I’m in.” With another checkbox ticked off, I sigh in relief. With really only one level of approval to go… Abigail, Susan, and I all look back in anticipation at a still pensive and musing Gwen. After a minute though, she sighs and drops her arms. “I can see where this is going… and I don’t want to be the one to ruin a chance someone has at their happy ending in the afterlife. I may not like it fully… but I agree to.” There’s a moment of relief… at least until Gwen’s gaze narrows and she holds up a finger. “But…” This time she looks squarely at Abigail like one would to a child that had just broken a lamp. “I have a few conditions that you need to agree to beforehand.” Abigail swallows and looks like she’s about to pee her pants, which isn’t the most ideal scenario between a Little and the person they might call ‘Mommy’ soon, but at least Abigail is standing her ground still and not screaming away into the darkness like she’s done before. “And they are…?” she asks nervously, clutching Abigail still for support in all this. “Well,” Gen pauses, almost as if she hadn’t already formed up the clauses in her mind already… like she was fully anticipating Abigial to run out of the room screaming by now. After a moment though she seems refocused and ready to bargain. “I have terms… but I need to make sure they are binding. As a ghost, I take it you can create ectoplasm?” Abigail stands there for a minute stunned, almost like Gwen had just asked her to pee her pants on live television. Meanwhile, I can only stand on the sidelines between the two and watch nervously… just praying that all this continues without a hitch. It takes a second and a little coaxing from Susan, but Abigail floats over to the countertop, focuses really hard, and then then simply wipes her hand over the glass surface… leaving what I can only describe as a bluish-green slime trail behind before retreating back to her original spot. “Like that…?” she questions, almost like it was the first time she had ever done that before. “Yes…” Gwen says, though eyeing the slimy trail with some disdain being left over her countertop. Seeing that flash of anger, and worried it could derail everything, I quickly go to work in wiping up the spot with a nearby wet wipe… something Gwen has a strange abundance of around her shop. Embarrassingly enough, there’s been several times where she’s used them on me. At first, I wanted to protest, but after a time or two, I just realized it was her for caring for me… eliciting no small number of tingles in my body and that seem mysterious warm glow once more. “Thank you,” she says quickly but genuinely to me one I dispose of it in her burn box… something she has dedicated for all supernatural or strange elements that enter her shop and need to be destroyed. As she’s said before… why take the risk of leaving something around that could hurt you or do something strange to a customer? With that matter resolved, Gwen turns back towards Abigail… still standing before her like a frail leaf and only seemingly still staying upright with the gentle support of Susan. Seeing that though, despite the tension still in the room, I’m still at least happy that I’ve designated Susan as Abigail’s backup and manager of sorts throughout all this. Abigail’s shrinking demeanor and Susan’s maternal natural sway pair nicely together. ‘At least one good thing will come from all this, if nothing else…’ Gwen then reaches into a cabinet behind her and produces a piece of paper where she quickly writes down a series of rules from what I see beyond her covering hands. After a moment of contemplation though, she looks back up at Abigail and me with a strained but satisfied grin. “Both of you… read these over. Both of you will consent to these rules and then on the day all this happens, whenever that is, you will agree to them formally at that time. Understand?” I look at Abigial and then back towards Gwen, at which time the two of us nod in agreement. Smiling while remaining firm and more than a little stern, she sets the impromptu document before us, and I begin reading over it. I know I shouldn’t be surprised by now with anything to do with Gwen, but I’m also astonished by just how quickly she wrote all these rules out. “Both parties agree to… oh…” My eyes flash down the list of the eight rules listed. “1. Both parties agree to open, honest communication about feelings, limits and needs.” Safe. “2. Consent for activities within our established dynamic is fluid, and if at any time, any party member is uncomfortable, they may say so, and the play will stop immediately and without pressure or judgement.” Understandable. “3. If there are any limits, they shall be outlined below: (To be listed on the day of).” Okay… “Everything okay?” Gwen questions. I can only nod as my eyes continue to read. “4. If at any time, the mommy (Gwendolyn Alden) deems a practice unsafe to either herself, or any other living being present or abroad, the play will stop immediately.” Best to be sure. “5. Regardless of the outcome or if unfinished business is resolved or not, before the last stroke of midnight, all play will stop and the ghost will remove herself from Liam immediately. Failure to do so will result in expulsion without amends to continue another time if deemed appropriate by either party.” Didn’t even think of that… “5a. If unfinished business is not resolved however, and all parties agree, another contract will be formed and signed before and to attempt this practice again to achieve the desired outcome.” I look up at Abigail… her shifting eyes and pinched lips. I look for any signs of distress, and while I see sadness… I don’t see any signs of her running. Feeling relief at that at least, I look back down at the last rules. “6. For the specified period, Liam Miller will surrender control to Abigail Cruttenden, otherwise known as DaisyD, and allow her to live out her fantasy in an ABDL mommy-daughter relationship with Gwendolyn Alden for a period of time to be determined, which will include her desires as specified previously and before play occurs.” The meat of the agreement… but nothing objectionable that I didn’t already consider coming into this. “7. If before the ceremony for relinking and before the period of specified play, any participating member of this agreement may back out without fear of consequence or reprisal from any other party member.” Definitely good to have in place with this group… just hope no one takes it so we can just fix all this mess in one go. “8. Further amendments may be added during play session. 8a. If this occurs, all parties will be present and conscious and in control to consent fully to this change. No consequences or reprisals will occur if any part member is uncomfortable or refuses to comply with the change unless the change is for the purposes of safe or mental well-being.” I read it once over… and then again. It’s all good and while I’m a little wary about some of the language leaning more toward us living beings… there’s really only the last section that gives me pause. It leaves a bit of a hole personally… especially for Abigail to request more. And yes, I can say no… but it feels a little sticky. Still, like I knew before, some of this was going to get like that… so I say nothing. “So?” Gwen questions after a moment, her fingers firmly on the top of the document. “Can I put this into formal writing for you two to consent and look over?” I nod and then look over at Abigail… still as silent as ever. It bothers me more than it should… a breath away from this whole plan collapsing. Gwen was tough with her rules… but I know they’re for everyone’s consent and safety, something I can’t take for granted. Still, when Abigail looks up, my heart nearly feels like it’s in my throat. “O… okay,” she says, stammering a little. “I agree.” I nearly hear the sigh of relief as Gwen smiles and pulls the paper away. “Excellent. I’ll just store this and draft up the official document for you two to sign later. Abigial… your ectoplasm. Liam… you and I will give blood to bind the agreement magically in both realms.” I gulp as she turns away to place the document in a hidden safe that she has… but as it clanks closed, I know the finish line is now within sight. “So… what’s next then?” Abigail questions faintly after a moment of pure silence in the room. Gwen takes a breath and goes over to the phone, like it was a task she had been dreading and purposefully putting off until someone bugged her about it. “Now… we call the Supreme…” She hesitates for a moment before shaking her head and dialing the number. After a moment, she hits the speaker phone before taking a breath. “Hello? Is this Jane again?” “Speaking…” Jane replies quickly. “Gwen, I presume… you all have found her… the ghost, I mean.” “Yes… we have,” Gwen confirms, this whole situation seemingly still sitting heavy around her. “You’re on speaker again, but this time… I have Liam and Dai… Abigail over here. We’ve agreed to some terms before we start this… but…” She looks over at me… seemingly wanting me to take the lead now. “Jane… this is Liam…” I say after swallowing a dry throat. “I know the original plan was to only fix my connection to the spiritual world, but… would it be possible to instead reestablish the connection. We, uh… we have a plan in place that could solve a lot of issues…” There’s only silence on the other end. “Jane?” I ask after a moment, nervous that I just spoke of treason against the council or something else like that. “One moment,” Jane says without emotion, sounding more machine that human. “Liam…” This time the voice is youthful with energy but still strained with age and seemingly laced deep with wisdom and secrets of the past. I nearly feel a tingle of cold run up my arms. “This is the Supreme… I am prepared. This will require a time and, oh my… just as I feared…” She pauses having seemingly seen or remembered something troublesome. “We don’t have much time. We will need all the power we can get. Gwen? Samhain… dusk… be prepared…” The phone then drops dead. Blinking, all of us just stare off into the distance in silence for a moment. My heart beating and not fully sure what that means, I turn towards Gwen… now seemingly looking like she’s already making a list of things she still needs to do. “Gwen? Samhain… I’ve heard of that before, but… when is that exactly?” Gwen looks at me and sighs as if a giant burden was now resting on shoulders to prepare in time. “It’s a holiday rife with tradition. According to tradition, the spirit wall is thinner that day. Probably needed to assist with all this, but Liam… it’s two days from now…” *              *              * Two days later, I take a deep breath as I check over everything once again. Calling on the help of Heather, Martha, and Abigail once more… I purchased several items specifically for tonight. It all has to be perfect, and I needed input from each of them. Clothing, smells, powders and creams… likes and dislikes. It all needs to be there tonight for what comes after. Patting the front of my jeans, I nod at the sensation of a dry diaper, still not sure of how long it will last. Already, tucked away in my bag is a change for later… handpicked from dozens by Abigail herself. Going through my mental checklist and knowing half of the stuff is already at Gwen’s shop and waiting for me, I know I have one last thing to do. Picking up the phone, I conference in the same line. “Hello?” I hear Brandon say on the other line. “Brandon… it’s me,” I say slowly. “Get Carmen on the other phone… we need to talk.” With my absences increasing lately, it’s given the two the time to truly bond. Years of friendship now and with their bond over caring for me have only grown beyond that now, I know full-well that Carmen is over at his place more than even her own at this point. “Hello?” she answers back after a second. “Liam? What’s wrong?” Her care for me is still strong. I shake my head out of habit. “Nothing. I just… you all remember “Yes,” both answer in union. “Well… all that’s been going on lately… more than what I’ve told either of you…” I confess. “I knew it!” Carmen cries out. “Babe… easy,” Brandon tries to steady her enthusiasm over being right. “But Liam… seriously, bro… what’s going on? Is it that same stupid ghost again? What did she do this time?” “No, no,” I try to defend Abigail, my new appreciation over her situation giving me newfound sympathy towards her… something that both Carmen and Brandon haven’t seen firsthand. “Things are different now. I’m different, and I… well, something needs to happen tonight with her. I want to help her and help myself a little as well.” I know they need to hear that to know that I haven’t lost my mind. Tonight is all about Abigail, but with them out of the loop specifically lately, I know I need to lie to them… at least a little. “What are you going to do?” Carmen asks, her caring and near maternal side fully popping out now, something I’ve seen all too frequently since Frankie passed. I found it annoying at first, but now… I find comfort in it in a strange way like I do with Susan or Gwen. “Well… there’s a plan in place,” I at least admit to. “This time, there’s a lot of support coming in to keep me safe and fix what needs fixing. If everything goes right, I should be okay. But if not…” I take a breath. Which I realize too late is the last thing I should say to them… “Wait… is this goodbye?” Carmen asks, panic rising in her voice. “Babe Get the keys!” Brandon shouts, already shuffling around on the other end. “Hold on, bro. We’re coming to get you. You shouldn’t be doing this or going through with whatever crackpot mystical stuff they’re feeding you. Don’t do anything rash, or…” “Easy, man!” I yell, trying to get his attention and stop my two caring friends from intervening on my behalf at this point. “Look… I appreciate both of you stepping in for me these last months. I… I had some really rough times and you two pulled me out of them each and every time. Without you…” I shake my head, not wanting to veer into that territory and cry before I see everyone tonight. For what’s about to happen, I need to be emotionally open and clear… and certainly not a crying mess.    I take a deep breath. “I just wanted… I wanted to say that to you all before tonight. Nothing bad should happen, but like you all saw with that séance… I just don’t want to regret not saying something to you all before a worst-case scenario. Just… stay at home. Say a prayer for me if that make you feel better even, but… I will call you all in the morning, okay?” There’s a moment of pause over the phone and I can practically see both trying to calm each other down and prevent the other one from bolting out of the house to ignore my wishes and come to help or support me regardless. “Liam Miller… I am so mad with your right now,” Carmen says first, her voice slightly muted by her no doubt grinding her teeth in frustration over being left out of whatever is going to happen tonight. “But… I won’t get in your way. Just… you better call tomorrow, you got it?” “Yes, ma’am!” I say quickly, only a hint of sarcasm in my voice this time. Of all people not to mess with, despite not being a witch, she’d be at the top of my list of people in my life. “Take a breath, bro, but… seriously,” Brandon warns. “You better call us tomorrow. Call us before then, even. You don’t and… we’re going to go ghostbusters on your butt from beyond the grave, got it?” I smile at his reference, and I appreciate his support of me… something I’ve always been able to count on for years now. I almost break and tell him to come as well… but knowing everything I bought to indulge Abigail tonight… I don’t think our friendship is that strong. “I will,” I say sincerely. My clock then chimes. “Okay… I have to go now. I’ll make sure to call you whenever I can… whatever the time. I promise…” After saying goodbye to my friends, I hang up the phone, take a deep breath and then get off the couch. My bag all ready to go, I pick it up and walk out my front door. With relief, I already see Susan and Abigail waiting for me. Looking at both after locking up, I smile. “Okay… you two ready to do this?” Both look at each other and then hold each other’s hands before nodding right back at me. “We’re ready. Lead on, Liam… We’re with you all the way tonight.” I see the happiness on Susan’s face and the pure but mostly hidden happiness and joy written all over Abigail’s face as well. There’s a nervousness as well but it’s definitely not the presiding emotion. As for me though, I can’t say the same. Tonight, I am literally reestablishing the connection I so long wanted to sever and then giving my full control right over to the very ghost that caused me to be so giddy to the point of near insanity or caused my bladder so much damage that I’m still diapered… and not even sure if my diaper is damp now or not. Still, as we join together and begin to walk toward an uncertain end, I see all the ghosts from my time walking the streets and trying to help them all. I can’t help everyone, but their sad and envious faces, though gut wrenching, give me a boost in my courage about tonight. Tonight isn’t about me… it’s about helping Abigail. And it’s my hope that before the toll of the first bell of tomorrow, Abigail’s unfinished business will be resolved.

To insert the Catheter i lay on the back. A little up my body like on a chair by the Urologie. Than you stretch your penis to the ceeling to insert the Catheter to the point that goes into your body. At this point you stretch your penis to your feets with the pusher and make you like you must piss. So you relax the muskle around the ureta and the catheter easyer flush in. You feel it when the tip arrived the bladder.