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Your best chance is looking on Fetlife.   There are several AB nurserys around and sounds like best you visit one of those.

…….words fail me. You paint a picture with your writing that brings these characters to life.  So when these hard life changing moments hit you can feel the pain and raw emotion along side your characters.  This is quickly becoming one of those stories that Is dragging me in emotionally that makes me cry when the characters are hurting or lost.  You pulled it off again by getting me to see a character in a new light and get me to reevaluate them.  I had my mind made up that Bryan was a good dad but just get caught up with work and wasn’t really all in on the emotional side.  Then this chapter hits and I’m left hurting along side Bryan and seeing a new side to his role in Paul’s life.  That no matter what he is the shield for his family and will do whatever he has to do to keep them safe and taken care of….so all that to say another amazing chapter in an amazingly growing story.  Now unfortunately I have to let you know there is a down side to your amazing writing.  You need to take responsibility and can no longer take any breaks between releases at least one chapter a day but preferably 2 a day…lol. Kidding aside keep up the trully wonderful tear inducing story. Can’t wait for the next drop.  Hope your thanksgiving was a great one. 

That sounds stressful in the moment but fun to read about 😅 glad you got through it. Congratulations on 100 pages of diaper diaries btw

that site banned  me for no reason they thought i had multiple accounts and was saying lies  i use to share my computer with some one and well maybe he made a fake account and was saying stuff but it wasnt me and well seeing they are gone im not sad about it because they had no proof of anything  so to ban me for others comments that most likely wasnt real was wrong.

Hey everyone! Okay… happy late Thanksgiving, but I think I’m about to officially declare this story cursed. Not only is it lagging behind in about every possible measure of success, but I just keep running into bad luck with posting. Feeling bad, poor health lately, passing out, and so many other things… I’m enjoying writing this story, but damn. Fortunately, being chapter 11, there are only five more to go at this juncture. I was thinking at one point of maybe fleshing some areas out, but I think I’m going to hold off on that unless I really need to… maybe in a re-edit like I’m doing for some of my other stories. That being said, with the five chapters remaining, I anticipate this story being done somewhere around 10-14 December. If that or anything else changes, I’ll let the few of you reading this story know. Also, I know I’ve been using foreign languages in these chapters for the spells. If anyone has an issue with that, please let me know and I think I can change it around to just Latin or something more innocuous. At the end however, if anyone wants to know the translation (if they are kept in), let me know as well and I can add a bonus chapter of sorts. I like that it might be confusing, since Liam also doesn’t know what is being said, and I usually try and leave context clues, but the sentences also aren’t gibberish or random either. So, just something for you all to think about… Next, 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. Additionally, like before, this poll will be shut down right before I post my final chapter on here. Further announcements will be made regarding this when the time gets closer. Last but not least and as usual, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter of my story! Chapter 11: Meet Your New Friends I’m tapping my pen against a mound of unused sticky notes; my eyes fixated on the clock at the bottom right of my computer screen. ‘Only an hour more to go…’ I squirm around in my diaper, checking if it can hold until then. ‘Yeah… should be good. No leaks… unlike the other day…’ I can only cringe and slightly shudder at the remembrance. Simply put though, my life has started to feel like an out-of-control rollercoaster. When Daisy first made her presence known to me, I felt giddy… almost to an insane degree, but after months of moping at Frankie’s death, I can’t deny that any joy, no matter how spontaneous or extreme it was, just felt good. I don’t think anyone could blame me for wanting to hold onto that feeling as long as I could… even if doing so likely allowed Daisy to sink only deeper into me… taking more control and exacting more from my body. My current damp diaper is a testament to the work she’s been doing since that first day… After Gwen tried, and ultimately failed at dislodging Daisy though, everything changed. While I dispelled the notion that everything that was happening to me was at the hands of my dead fiancé somehow guiding me through a new love in the form of ABDL, I discovered that Daisy had been inhabiting my body the whole time instead. Not only that, due to my own misspoken words and the actions of Gwen trying to get her out of me, I only angered the ghostly childlike presence inside of me more. At first, all that could fly under the radar as I tried to appease the angered spirit within. Little things like changes in the food I eat, the shows I watch, the activities I do after work… All of it seemed to work and Daisy and I maintained a stable if not unconventional lifestyle. But she wanted more. Every time she discovered something new through me, she wanted me, and still does, to repeat it more and more, no matter the embarrassment or oddity it exacerbated in public. What started out as a coping mechanism for the death of Frankie, has now fully evolved into something amounting to me acting out the part of prisoner and Daisy my jailer and taskmaster. I learned quickly that refusal of other requests never ends well. Which is why work has now become the most stressful part of my week. For the majority of the workforce, that’s probably not a shocking statement. Work is work after all, and a certain amount of stress just needs to be anticipated, either from the physical or mental aspects of it. For me though, even compared to being out in public, my work for Daisy to witness is boring. And unfortunately, a bored Daisy means her angry, or worse, her wanting to find her own entertainment. While I can hide most of it away, turning away when my thumb attempts to enter my mouth or I can bite my tongue or spill some coffee when Daisy is trying to get me to say something embarrassing… not all actions are so lucky to avoid. “Liam!” Chuck says, coming over to my cubicle for his last rounds of the day. “Good day I take it?” He enjoyed my boost of happiness, but he’s now also grown concerned for my clumsiness and anxiety-ridden attempts in hiding Diasy sway over me. “Yes, Mr. Yesser,” I reply quickly, hoping to avoid Daisy growing bored once more. “Filed all the reports you asked me for yesterday. Should be in your mailbox in the next…” I glance over at my little clock on my computer screen once more. “Uh… probably fifteen minutes.” “Oh, wonderful!” He pauses briefly. “But Liam…” He looks at me with his practiced concerned eyes, almost as if he had to learn how to be a human being to his fellow coworkers and underlings along the way. “I heard Shelly say you were a bit antsy the other day from one of her numerous emails to me… you nearly raced out of the meeting with our client. Is everything okay?” ‘Dang it. I thought Shelly wouldn’t care… or at least not report me, but… I can’t tell Chuck the truth. I mean… how do you tell your boss that the ghost possessing you got bored and decided to squeeze your bowels for funsies?’ I made it, though just barely. But sadly, I’ve gotten good at half-truths by now with this new life of mine… I’ve had to. “Oh… sorry about that. Must have been a stomach bug or something. I had already ended the call with our clients when I ran out of the room though, so no problems on that front at least. Sorry if that concerned Shelly…” “Oh… I see.” Chuck erects himself back up. “No big deal then. Just… try and maybe tell her in the future as well. She comes from a good place, but my email is already chalk-full of her concerns. Just one less would be nice, okay?” I nod. “Will do…” I feel Daisy apply only a light pressure to my bladder. Weak and ineffectual at this point from her constant pressures and my constant need to go, my diaper grows warm in a second. “…Mr. Yesser. Consider it done.” Chuck lingers for a moment, likely recognizing my pause but unsure of what to make of it. I briefly panic that he heard the slight hiss coming from my crotch, but he merely nods, thanks me, and then leaves my cubicle once more. “I can’t believe you did that in front of him…” I whisper quietly to Daisy once I know that I’m alone again, a little spot of anger rising in me once more due to her childish and petulant actions. ‘He’s just so boring and I got bored!’ Daisy complains inside my head. I can nearly picture her crossing her arms in a defeated and bored huff. ‘It’s why I never had a boring old cubicle office job!’ I hear her stick her tongue out at me as if to brag. I sigh. “Well… I’m sorry about that, but I promise… I’m almost done here, okay? Just… wait a little longer, okay? And hold on there… what did you do for money then?” ‘Pictures mostly,’ she says proudly. ‘A few videos and artwork. Nothing much but I made ends meet.’ My mind quickly jumps to something racy or scandalous, but knowing Daisy as intimately as I do now, that just doesn’t seem like her… though I also realize just how little I know about the being currently residing in my body. “Okay… be all mysterious like that,” I continue to whisper. “Just ten more minutes though, then it’s back home, a fresh diaper, and if you stay good, right into one of your more favorite onesies… I promise.” She scoffs, knowing now a bargain she doesn’t want to pass up. ‘Fine. Just hurry up. Mr. Snuggles is probably getting lonely without me by now…’ If it wasn’t for all her other less cutesy actions against me, I would almost feel bad for her childish longing to hug, through me at least, the bear I purchased after all the incidents she caused last week. In exchange for the purchase of the stuffy, she promised to never force me to call anyone ‘Daddy’ ever again… or even tempt me to do so. Regardless though, I had yet to return to Danny’s for any of the other events held there. But finally, after what feels like hours, the day comes to an end. Feeling a squish from my diaper, I know that my last accident in front of Chuck wasn’t the only one I had in the last hour. My control is getting worse, but feeling the weight as discretely as I can, I know my diaper can last until I get home… at least unless Daisy decides to do anything to me on the way there. Just because we made a deal, doesn’t mean she’s guaranteed to live up to it. I silently pray she does stick to it though… Curiously, I feel little warmth on my way home, but I shrug it off as if it’s just the afternoon sun filtering through the trees. These days, with no viable ghost of Frankie by my side anymore, anything like that either feels like just my imagination, the sun or whatever else beating down from overhead or a window, or a trick by Daisy to lure me further into her clutches. She can never fully control me, but according to Gwen, she can drive me to the very point of just submitting to her without any fight. Getting home without incident though, I rush upstairs and strip completely. At this point, I’ve made sure all my windows have thick curtains over them, just in case anyone happened to be walking by. Per Daisy’s temperament, when I’m at home, it’s her rules or something ‘accidentally’ worse outside these four walls. So, accordingly, I strip off my gray undershirt onesie. Using them to hold up my wet diaper to prevent more leaks and to prevent any peakage above the waistband of my work clothes, I tolerate them at all times now. At home though, I know the rules of our deal and off it goes only to be quickly replaced, without buttoning it up, with a onesie with fairies and magic whisps and pink all over. I don’t tolerate it very much at all, at least not beyond what Daisy is feeling through me, but I also know it will make her happy and therefore make me happy in the long run when she uses more patience with me later today or tomorrow in exchange. Seeing my saturated diaper, I quickly make my way over to my bed where I lay down my recently acquired changing mat, something that gave me three hours of ‘me time’ the other day, something that means time by myself without any interference or complaining from Daisy. The flowers and smiling suns all over it make me blush, but I know it also at least keeps any leaks or powder from getting on my bed… so it’s definitely worth it for that, if nothing else now. “Which one?” I ask Daisy, looking at the three packages of diapers now before me witting in the corner of my bedroom. Another reason I wear the onesie at work, before, even if a coworker spotted my diaper, I could shuffle it off as a medical condition. Embarrassing, yes, but also the truth at this point and not something that would raise eyebrows or suspicion or a call from HR. Per Daisy though, it’s all ABDL diapers now or else. Following her dictate, if anyone caught me at work in a diaper now, I very much doubt anyone would believe me that this was just a medical issue when they would see my baby block, pink butterflies, or little cartoon safari animal designs emblazoned over my diaper. ‘Hmmm… tricky decision, but… how about the pink butterflies today?’ I can feel her radiant glow of joy over merely suggesting which to wear. Knowing that will likely give me the best chance of a reprieve soon, I nod and grab one from the pack before spreading it out on the changing mat and lying down to change my diaper once again. I do have to say, even though the designs are far more babyish or girlish than I would care for, I don’t have to change as often anymore. Apparently, multiple wettings are common wants with these ABDL diapers. It means they’re thick and I always worry someone will notice their bulk, but changings are kept low… which I guess is something I do like at least. Getting up, I pick out my art supplies onesie, splattered all over with paint brushes, crayons, paint palettes, pencils, and erasers. Definitely not the most babyish, but as I stop and look in the mirror, the onesie and my thick diaper leave little else to the imagination of what I’m trying to be. Back downstairs and cuddled on the couch under a blanket with Mr. Snuggles, a pacifier in my mouth, and Bluey on TV, the image is even more solidified. Suddenly, just as Bandit is about to teach another lesson to Bluey, the phone rings. I’m about to answer when I realize I still have the pacifier in my mouth. Spitting it out, I hear a little giggle inside my head. Shuffling Daisy’s casual but amused reaction off, I answer. “Hello?” “Liam? It’s Gwen,” she states flatly, her quickened and jittery tone telling me she has something she urgently needs to talk to me about. At this point, I get these about once a week from her. Still feeling some glow from talking to her though, I never try and rush off her call. “Are you free tomorrow night?” I don’t even have to look at my calendar to know these days. Brandon and Carmen have been spending a lot of time with each other lately and with everything I have going on, I haven’t made more than a few attempts to reach back out to them for another beer or to simply hang out. “No… I’m free. What’s up?” “Big news!” she nearly yells excitedly into the phone. “I finally got my coven together last week in full and from our research, I think we might just have the solution to get Daisy out of your body.” I feel a little trickle of pee in my diaper, but I honestly can’t tell if it’s from my weakened bladder, Daisy pushing down again in annoyance if she’s even paying attention, or if I’m just excited and this is my reaction now. “Oh wow. I mean…” My excitement though is tempered with memories of what happened the last time it was attempted for Daisy to be extracted from my body. “Is it safe?” “Well…” I already hear her hesitation. “Everything we do in this realm with spirits and ghost and ghouls and all that has its own set of risks. I can’t completely negate all those little factors involved. I, and this time my coven, can try at least, but there’s no guarantees…” I sit there on my couch, my onesie pulling up my now slightly damp diaper up against me. Bluey is paused but also serves as a clear reminder of my life now. Daisy has been a part of all that and dislodging her from me would ultimately be my goal for the better. But I can’t help but remember that Diasy has threatened continually that all this could get worse. Right now, I’m in this sort of static neutral state with how much she can do to me. Despite my current appearance, I know things could be much, much worse with just the snap of her spectral fingers. Through my research and discussing things with Heather more openly to be armed with any sort of knowledge I can, I know just how much deeper I can get with all this type of lifestyle. Martha is still mostly in the dark, Chuck or Shelly definitely don’t know at work, I can use the toilet 90% of the time for my messes, and my furniture in my room is most definitely still adult as it always has been… aside from the changing mat and ever-present mattress protector I added as well. If Daisy felt threatened and pushed just a little more though… all that could be over or pushed further in a heartbeat. Likely sensing my hesitation, Gwen pushes me just a little. “It’s okay to be afraid, Liam. Daisy is powerful and seemingly vindictive in her own little way. With what you’ve told me that she’s done, it’s perfectly natural to feel apprehensive about trying to get her out again.” She sighs for a moment. “But this time, I can give you a guarantee. We do this right, and the cut will be clean… no more Daisy and no fallout after. If something goes wrong though, two of the witches I’ve contacted have experience and the connection can still be severed on the spot. You wouldn’t get better right away, but you also wouldn’t get worse with her wrath either.” She pauses for a moment, seemingly to allow me to take in the information she just dropped on me. “So, what do you think?” she asks me after another moment of silence. It’s a heavy decision weighing on my shoulders now. Only a fool would think otherwise, and despite evidence to the contrary with my appearance, my intellect hasn’t been cursed. I still feel queasy all throughout my stomach, but I know my decision. “I’m in.” The next night, I wrap on Gwen’s door once more. Outside, lining the street, I see several cars I don’t recognize and aren’t normally parked there whenever I’ve swung by here before. A few, almost as if the drivers inside want the world to know and dazzled with several bumper stickers deeming them witches. Most of the time you see them, a person could just think the driver is being cute or using them as a warning. Knowing what I know now and the coven that I know who is gathered inside, I know they’re not just for show. A second later, Gwen comes to the door and invites me in. As soon as I step through the door, the near electric buzz in the room completely dies out and I see ten pairs of eyes staring right back at me. “Ladies… this is Liam. We’re going to be helping him tonight.” A few stay near glued into the position they started from, but a tall and dark-haired woman, tattooed and pierced and clearly an elderly goth type, approaches me first. Nearly rocketing her arm out towards me, she smiles. “Name’s Agatha… Agatha Hornswood, Liam. Heather has told me all about you… though I didn’t know it was you at the time.” I go to shake her hand with trembling fingers. “H… Heather? I…” My stomach sinks as I realize just which Heather she is referring to. “Oh gosh. You… you…” “Yes,” she says retracting her shaken hand back and smiling playfully. “Of Agatha’s Emporium. Gwen and I go way back and had I know that you were the same person both she and Heather were telling me about… I might have jumped on for tonight much sooner.” Two other women then come over to me, one shorter with black and graying hair and obviously missing teeth, and the other taller with blonde and nearly radiant hair with some signs of graying, but still beautiful for her age. Despite their differences, with the way they move and a few small facial features, they almost look related. “Bertie Weathersby,” the more haggard one says first, extending her bony out to greet me. Despite her more traditional witchy appearance, there’s a grace and happiness surrounding her that doesn’t seem to be met by the woman to her left. “Nice to meet you,” I say as pleasantly as I can while shaking her hand before then turning to the other woman. “A… and you are…?” The woman thrusts her hand into mine with more force and attitude. “Bonnie Weathersby, young man.” She then abruptly drops my hand after we’ve shaken. “I can’t believe you let it get this bad. Just look at you!” Without warning, she then yanks my pants down, revealing my onesie and my covered but bulging thick diaper underneath it. “Just as I thought! Looks just like little Ian did, huh, Bertie?” “Oh yes…” Bertie then shuffles closer to me and deftly pats the front of my diaper. “A little bigger perhaps by the end there, but definitely like the little lamb.” She looks at me with wide eyes and a toothy smile. “Do you have a stuffie perhaps as well? I bet you do, you little cutie!” She goes to clearly pinch my cheek like I really was two years old. “Ladies!” Gwen thunders, eliciting a little jump from all three of us and getting Bertie to retract her hand and retreat back in the room with Bonnie while I blushingly pull my pants back up. “I expect better of you two. Unlike Ian, or any of your other targets, Liam here did not cheat on his wife. We are here to help him… not hurt. Remember that, will you?” “Sorry, Gwenny…” both mumble, nearly bowing their heads in apology. Gwen nods to both and then looks back at me. “Sorry about them, Liam… The twins can be a little… unpredictable when it comes to men and our realm. Most of the time, they curse cheating men. Like that banker. What is he now?” she asks back towards them. “A chicken?” “Pig,” Bonnie says with no small amount of pride. “Rooting around in the pen behind our house last we checked. I can’t wait to see when his little piggy nose grows in more than it already has!” A chill runs down my spine at the implication of their wicked power, but wanting to just move on with tonight, I look over to the last member of the five-person coven. Looking down at the ground for most of the time I had been in the store, the young woman looks up at me from the book laid out before her. “H… hi,” she says quietly. “I’m Henrieta…” When she doesn’t say more, Gwen steps in. “Don’t mind her. Henrieta is from a long line of Cromwell’s. Powerful family. She’s new to our coven and a little new to all this, but she’s been most helpful with your case…” Gwen looks back to Henrieta and the new witch smiles but then retreats almost further into the shadows. Shrugging, Gwen gestures towards the back room I’ve become so familiar with now. “In here and stand in the center,” she instructs, showing me a now empty room aside from the pictures and curtains still hanging on the wall, all now highlighting the five sides of the room and the inlaid pentagram embedded in the wooden floor. Surrounding the center where the five lines of the pentagram cross lie five black and red twisted candles. Stopping and going to the head corner, Gwen takes my hands and smiles as she looks deep into my eyes. “Be brave for me, Liam. I know all this has been hard, but if you just hold on a little longer, I promise you we can help tonight. Just… be brave for me…” I nod and try and put on my best smile as the other coven members filter in, each taking their own spot near one of the five corners of the room and on top of one of the angled corners of the highlighted pentagram shape. Taking a moment after bowing her head and shutting her eyes while chanting something soft and quiet, Gwen then looks up at me. “We are the Fraterna Caritate Coven…” “That’s FCC,” Agatha says to me, winking as she does so. “We,” Gwen continues with emphasis, seemingly not liking to be interrupted, “operate under the Maleficia Council. We owe our deference and loyalty to them and to Mother Earth.” “To Mother Earth,” the others chant in unison. “Tonight, we call on the spirits of our forebearers, the moon of the west and the sun of the east and the winds of the south and the stars of the north to help our friend, Liam Miller in exercising the ghost that now lies within him,” Gwen says forcefully, a little breeze coming from seemingly nowhere and dancing around in her hair. She turns to Agatha, standing next to her. “Sister Agatha… the spell if you will.” Agatha nods and whispers to me. “Tonight, we go German. Get that brute of force action going for us.” “Like a punch to the spirit,” Bertie confirms. “Instead of a tickle like before,” Bonnie says almost annoyedly as if Gwen had used the wrong spell and that we were all paying for it now. Gwen clears her throat, causing each member to stop smiling at me and focus more on their tasks at hand. Each then says a little chant and the candle in front of them lights up brilliantly. Smiling, each, except Agatha, then holds one another’s hands. Agatha, taking a page from her side pocket in her cargo pants, unfolds the hastily written page, not old and even seemingly written on notebook paper. Whispering, I am just able to make out her words. “'ayqiz hadhih alkalimat wa'arna 'iiaaha. 'anraha kalshams linaqra'aha jmyean!” There’s another breeze, this one nearly snuffing the candles out around me before the page bursts into flames. I nearly panic until I look up suddenly at a crackling noise right above my head. And like fire had suddenly learned to write, in cursive, the words seemingly from the now ashen page are scrawled above me. The group then begins to chant from what is being written, softly at first. “Wir rufen die Geister der Ahnen an. Einer von euch gehört nicht dazu. Nehmt diese Seele mit und findet diesen Geist.” The words are unfamiliar to me, but I immediately feel as if I’m touching a live wire. My limbs stiffen and I nearly feel like I’m floating before fingers then seemingly dance over my chest… almost as if they’re searching for something within me. “Findet die Geister! Findet sie schnell und holt sie heraus! Holt sie ins Licht! Hört mich, ihr Geister! Nehmt eure Artgenossen und holt sie von dort, wo sie nicht hingehören!” In a second, that electric sensation running through my body turns into pain. I stifle my screams of agony, biting my tongue hard to keep from disturbing the coven and their spell. After a second though, I feel the same sucking sensation that I once felt when Gwen attempted to free me of Daisy before. This time though, I see Daisy’s spirit being ripped away from me. “Liam? Liam?” she questions panickily toward me, her eyes full of fear before hastily twisting her head all around to view the witches continuing their chanting. “No, Liam! No! Don’t do it!” I then begin to see tears in her eyes and a part of me wants to stop… but the bigger part of me squashes that sensation away. This needs to happen… and happen now… tonight! Her spirit being stretched, almost like taffy being yanked away from my body, her ghostly tendrils stretching away, Gwen nods and the coven nods back. “Ziehen Sie sie fest! Ziehen Sie sie alle heraus und hinterlassen Sie keine Spuren!” Daisy screams and I see her body being lengthened away from my chest. The coven then lifts their hands. “Wir rufen euch an, ihr Geister des Jenseits! Trennt die Verbindung. Trennt, was niemals hätte vereint werden dürfen. Stellt das Gleichgewicht wieder her. Reißt sie fort! Jetzt und für immer!” All at once, Daisy screams in terror, panic, confusion, and horror. I see her ghostly and pale blue body being yanked right out of me until only a thin trail is connecting us… almost like the trail that Gwen showed me weeks ago now to show our connection still being there after she first tried to sever us. This time though, as Daisy screams and looks down toward me, her eyes seemingly telling me to stop and that she’ll do anything to get this to cease so the pain can stop. I feel guilt of my own though begin to grow and build within me. Yes, Daisy has pushed and manipulated me into doing things I never would have even imagined before in my life. She was playful in the worst of ways and indictive in all the ways one never wants to have turned on them. I should be forever pissed at her… but in this one moment, I’m not. I only feel sympathy for the anguished ghostly woman writhing around in agony. Before I can say anything though and to see if there’s any other way… I nearly hear the sound of a ‘swoosh’ rippling through the air. In one fluid motion, the connection between Daisy and I is cut clean. Like a slingshot finally untethered, Daisy screams in pain and misery as she rockets through the room, slamming open the previously closed door and out through the shop. In seconds, she’s gone, the candles are snuffed out, and there’s only silence. “Holy… what was that?” Agatha questions, seemingly shocked at what just happened. “You wanted a guaranteed spell,” Bonnie replies, not seeming shocked at all over what just happened. “You asked and we delivered… spectacularly, I might say.” Bertie, not seeming shocked but maybe a little distressed, nods. “It’s not a very clean spell. Most practitioners don’t use it anymore because of what we just saw. It’s kind of like… well, a cleaver severing the connection. It does the job, but…” Apparently having more heart than her twin, she almost looks in pain… like the pain of someone witnessing a child passing. My heart freezes at the notion, and seeing Daisy so hurt… I feel my guilt wrapping all around me for my part in what happened tonight. Worried though of retribution, I wince. “So… she’s gone now?” Bonnie nods. “Yes. She’s gone, Liam. I’m not sure how cleanly she’s gone, but the connection is severed.” As if to confirm without being asked, or maybe just to know herself, Henrieta whispers something I can’t quite make out before a familiar thread erupts out of me. “This,” she says quietly, “will always be with you. It will fade in time, but look…” Her fingers then dance along the severed end. “No more connection.” Curiously, as the spell fades, I feel a hole inside of me. Not something immediately noticeable, almost like a hole dug on the beach with the tide coming over it. When the tide recedes, the hole is clear, but when it surges back, the hole is still there… just now covered by the water. It’s strange. Not bad… just strange. “So… I’m going to be okay now?” Gwen smiles and pats my back. “Yes, Liam. She is gone now.” She then begins ushering me away from the back room. “Now, you might find some oddities in the future with what we had to do here tonight. The spell isn’t explicit on what exactly, but it does mention that it’s non-lethal at least.” “Non-lethal?” I question with some concern. “That’s all it says? I mean there’s a lot of wiggle room and…” I realize that considering everything they did for me and that Daisy wouldn’t be controlling me in any way now, I just need to be grateful for that at least. Clearing my throat, I smile back. “Sorry. I…” I shake my head. “Thank you for tonight, Gwen.” She smiles back. “You’re welcome, honey.” Again, I feel this strange familiar warmth inside of me… something I thought would have gone along with Daisy’s spirit. “But you are right to be concerned. I wish I could be more help there. I’ll keep the twins on finding out the ‘what’ exactly, but maybe like last time… you run into anything concerning… you tell me right away, okay?” I nod and without prompt, I go into hug her. She doesn’t shove me off or anything, but I can still feel the initial awkwardness. Backing away after feeling that and wanting to bury myself in a hole and die of embarrassment, I thank her and then practically run back home through the oddly crowded streets. I barely look where I’m going until I settle inside of my house though and there, almost as soon as I sit down on the couch, apparently tired from whatever just happened to me, I pass right out. *              *              * The next morning, I awake with yet another soaked diaper. ‘Ugh. Guess I’m going to need to work on that. At least I can start wearing some normal diapers again until then… Gosh! That would have really sucked if anyone ever caught me with one of those girly pink butterfly diapers!’ I shudder at the thought. This time though, I don’t fear any reprisal from Daisy. My day should have been good without her. Each movement I take is another step of freedom from the shackles that she created around me. Every breeze I feel against my skin is mine alone to enjoy and take in. The sun radiates me and my desires and thoughts and actions are my own. But I feel a tug still… A tug towards the things I loved when Daisy was still inside of me and controlling me like distant puppeteer to their marionette. I always felt that ABDL was a part of Daisy exerting her influence over me. My thoughts hers and my likes the same. As the day wears on though, I begin to wonder if that sentiment is really true or not. I pass by a simple park, one that Daisy always shoved me towards to enjoy the swings, and I can’t help but notice the kids playing happily in the tubes and the slides all colorfully painted. I want to be with them… to enjoy the simplicities of youth and not the crushing weight of adult responsibilities. At lunch, each of them run to their parents for simple yet tasty meals. For me, I need to pay for my own. Everything I do is up to me. It gives me unparalleled freedom, a freedom no child could enjoy being who they are, but with it comes the shackles of all the bad being thrust on you as well. It is my life to run, yes, but it’s also mine to ruin with my desires to be a kid again and the shirking of responsibilities that would come along with that. It's a constant battle… one I try to resolve by feeding the ducks… going to the Franklin Institute and enjoying the exhibits with the wonder of youth like I had with Daisy. She is gone, but there’s still a pull towards many of things that once gave me joy while she was with me. Even more curious, and maybe even a little worrisome, I feel that same little warmth I used to feel when I first encountered Daisy. Most of the times, I can shuffle it off as the sun or a heater turned on towards me… but not always. Even more strange though, I begin to hear noises… like whispers all around me as if I was in a subway tunnel and there were throngs of people distantly talking to themselves. Sometimes, I nearly feel the cool brush of what feels like fingertips along my shoulder, as if someone is trying to get my attention, but every time I look, there’s no one there. ‘Keep it together, Liam… keep it together…’ Finally, I finish my sandwich at a local deli and set off back home after a long and fun but slightly confusing day. Chalking it up to mostly just residual feelings from nearly two months of Daisy in my life, I wipe my mouth and head outside, the Fall sun setting earlier each day. Today, about a quarter after six, the sun sets completely, bathing the city streets in dark. Ambling along back home, I feel a weariness, and passing a crowd of people, I sit down on a park bench next to a stranger. Not paying any attention to me, I don’t pay attention to them. Sighing, I try to take a breath and calm my thoughts over the day. ‘It’s all just in your head, Liam. Don’t think about all that strange stuff. You are your own man now. Daisy is gone and your fate is in your hands.’ Shifting a little, I feel the telltale sensation of a squish in my diaper. Groaning, I look at my watch to see how long it’s been since my last change. Unfortunately, in passing out last night, my Apple watch appears to have died. Groaning again, I turn to the figure beside me. “Excuse me, sir? Can I trouble you for the time?” I then look back at my own watch and jiggle it around in some vain attempt to bring it back to life. “Me?” the figure questions with clear surprise in their voice. “You… you’re talking to… me? For the time, no less?” “Well… yeah.” I slowly turn back toward the figure, curious if maybe they’re drunk or something. “Sorry… I don’t mean to intrude, it’s just my watch has died and… well, I was just wondering if you knew the time. Maybe from your phone, or…?” I stop mid-sentence as my eyes land on this strange figure. I hadn’t really seen them before. Now, in the pale light of the dimming night sky and the flickering park lights, I see them completely. Their pale and ghostly face stares back at me, shocked and confused… and one eye seemingly shot out. “Holy shit!” I get up and back away, my heart beating in my chest like some loud timpani ready to burst forth in pure fear. “You… you’re dead!” The dead man stands, the bench still visible through his transparent form. “Well, yes. I am in fact dead, but… you can see me, like truly see me… right?” I shakily nod, my words leaving me completely. “Oh my god!” the ghost shouts out in joy, doing a little skip as he does so. “This is great news! It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone to talk to from the other side! Who’s alive! This is huge!” Turning back, he stands on the park bench and calls out. “Hey everyone! This guy can see us!” My eyes grow wide. “U… us?” Before he can even answer me, I can see them. Ghosts. Dozens… maybe even hundred descending on the park and right towards me. All are dead. Some are gruesome, some just seem like ghosts and that maybe they died in their sleep or something. But all ghosts. Stopping mere inches away from me, each looks at me with curiosity and fascination. There’s not a single drop of animosity or vengeance or hatred on their faces… but they’re dead. All of them. Knife wounds, bullets, amputations, some half skeletal or burned beyond that of their humanity. I can only gasp in horror at the sight before me. And run away. I try to block them all out, but they all follow me, each without any tether or bond or mortal form to slow them down. Soon, hundreds are chasing me. Block after block, I feel my lungs exploding and my diaper rubbing against my thighs uncomfortably, but as I look back, I still see them all. With each new street we pass, more follow as they call out “He can see us!” Petrified, I don’t stop until I’m locked firmly inside. I think I’m safe, but seconds later, they all enter…coming through doors and walls as if they were made of water or air and not brick or mortar or wood or stone. Panicking, I run all over the house, stopping only to pick up Mr. Snuggles and my pacifier… both comfort items oddly calling out to me as I pass them by initially. Still, as I move through the house, each room is worse than the last with more spirits piling in by the second. Desperate, I even start running through ghosts to find a safe spot… anywhere, I don’t even care where at this point. Which is I guess why I come to the kitchen. I nearly miss it, but with so many ghosts piling in, any scrap of free floor space draws me in. So, when I pass by the kitchen, I see it right away. Spanning about one foot away from my pantry door, I see a gap. Visible and extending outward in a semi-circle of sorts, there’s not a single ghost there. So, not even caring about the logic of it all, I run over… and the ghosts stop short. Frozen against the door, several of the spirits try and reach out… but each is completely stopped in their tracks… almost as if there was some kind of wall or invisible barrier between me and them now. But I still see them and they can still see me. Seeing that and not wanting to budge to find any other new spot… I open the pantry door, toss out the broom and a few boxes of goldfish crackers I have in there on the floor, and practically jump inside before slamming the door shut. Turning on the light, I sit down next to where I keep my cereal and shut my eyes. I can still hear the faint groans and moaning outside, but they are out there and I am in here. I don’t care what the reason is… I just know that for now, I’m safe. I have light, food, water, and as much as I hate to admit it… a bathroom of sorts. Now not going anywhere soon, I just squeeze my eyes even tighter, hug my knees and Mr. Snuggles, and try to figure out what comes next.