Watersports

4.12 for regular today.  About a 30 cent jump.

Chicken nuggies and tots.

Candyland 

After the girls asked me a few questions about where I was from, etc., it was time to jump rope. I whispered that I wanted to be a turner, and they said okay but I had to jump later. I got the turning down all right after a few minutes, but when it was my turn to jump that was something else. At first I actually made a few jumps, but I didn't hold my dress down and it came up high, with all the girls laughing at me. They told I had to hold my dress down. However, I became so concerned with holding down my dress, I couldn't even make one good jump. After a while, I was able to hold my dress and make a few jumps.  I saw Aunt Meg and Tammie watching me through the window and laughing. Chrissie asked me if I could sleep over at their house that night and go to her seventh birthday party the next day. I told her no thank you. The three girls were all disappointed, and Chrissie asked me, "Why not?" I made the excuse that my aunt wouldn't let me. However, Chrissie went in and asked my aunt herself. To my dismay, a few moments later, Aunt Meg and Tammie came out and said it would be a wonderful idea for me to sleep over with the girls and attend the birthday party! I objected, but had no further say in the matter. Aunt Meg stayed with us for dinner that night, and she ordered me to help set the table and clean the dishes like a good girl, something I had never done. After dinner, Aunt Meg told me to obey whatever Tammie said and to play nicely with the other girls, or else. Despite my pleading, Aunt Meg left, saying that she would see me the next day.  Tammie was very pleased that I was staying. Like Aunt Meg, she was also really enjoying my predicament and the control she had over me. Tammie had me play with the girls and their Barbie dolls for quite some time in the living room. I truly felt like a six or seven-year-old girl. Then Tammie announced it was bedtime. I said that it was only eight o'clock, but Tammie said, "Don't give me a hard time, little lady." Karen, Susie, and Chrissie each wanted me to sleep with them, but Tammie said there was no room. However, she said there was an old crib in her bedroom that I would use, and the girls laughed. Tammie wasn't joking however, and she lead us into her bedroom and showed me the crib. She checked to make sure it was long enough to accommodate me, and to my chagrin, it was. Then she really surprised me when she asked me if I was a bedwetter. I exclaimed, "No, ma'am!", and the girls giggled. Tammie said that if I was I had better tell her now and not let her find out the hard way. I again assured her I wasn't, and she said okay. Tammie then sent her daughters to pick one of their nighties for me to wear. They returned with a girlish, satiny nightie and Tammie asked me if I needed help getting undressed. I said no and she told me to change, wash and brush my teeth and she would come back and tuck me in. She and the girls then left. Tammie returned a short while later and asked if I had done everything. I said yes and again complained about having to sleep in a crib. She said that I would get used to it. With that she lifted me into the crib, tucked me in, kissed me goodnight, and raised the safety bars into place. As I lay there in the dark I felt a very erotic feeling come over myself. The silky, ruffly little-girl panties and nightie were really turning me on, especially after having been dressed and treated as girl all day.  I began playing with myself and a most intense sensation came over me. I think I had an orgasm for the first time, and in the excitement I urinated a bit afterwards. My panties and nightie were quite wet, and I was scared, so I pulled the baby blanket over me and tried to go to sleep, thinking I would dry during the night. I few minutes later however, Tammie came in and put the light on. She came over to me, and I saw she was holding another pair of little-girl panties. She said that she hoped I hadn't fallen asleep yet, but that she had forgotten to give me a fresh change of panties. She then lowered the bars on my crib. I was quite nervous and told her that I didn't need them. She said that all the girls in her house always put on fresh panties when they go to sleep, and I would be no different. She then pulled back the blanket and started to pull my nightie up. She noticed it was wet and became angry. She lifted my nightie all the way up and angrily pulled off my wet panties. She scolded me harshly for having wet myself. My eyes started tearing and she said that she had went through all this before and that she new exactly how to handle a bedwetter. First, though, she was going to call my aunt an tell her what I had done. I begged her not to but she walked out. She returned a few minutes later and said that my Aunt was very angry with me and agreed that I should be PUT BACK INTO DIAPERS IMMEDIATELY. I begged her not to do that but she said that she had had this same problem not too long ago with Chrissie who used to wet the bed for spite, and that I would need the same treatment. She then went into the bathroom and came back with baby oil, baby powder, lotion, etc. Then she went into the closet and took out a stack of diapers and waterproof panties. I pleaded with her not to make me wear diapers, but she said that she had only left me for twenty minutes and I had already wet myself, so how could I last the whole night? I started crying again, but she paid no attention. Without saying anything further, she began rubbing baby oil and lotion all over my pelvis with a soft cloth. Then she turned me over and while she was doing my bottom, Karen, Chrissie and Susie, who heard all the commotion, opened the door.  Tammie said, "Hey, we're busy in here. Didn't I teach you girls to knock"? They girls asked what was going on, and Tammie replied, "Baby Candie had an accident and I'm getting her all cleaned up. I'll let you know when I'm done. The girls started giggling and were trying to peek in. As I continued crying, Tammie warned them to leave or they would get a spanking. They left and Tammie sprinkled baby powder on me. She then diapered me with several layers, lifting my legs into the air while putting the diapers under my butt, and then pinning them securely in place.  Next she pulled the waterproof baby panties up my legs while whispering to herself that they would keep me from leaking all over. The panties were pink satin rhumba style, with rows of white lace on the seat, leg openings and waist, with an inner lining of waterproof vinyl or rubber. When she was finished, I noticed that the diapers and baby panties were extremely soft and smooth. They were also very bulky, however, and did make me look like a baby wearing them. Then Tammie put a clean nightie on me, laid me in my crib. She said that I must be thirsty from all my crying and that she would be right back.  She returned a few minutes later with a baby bottle full of warm milk!  She ordered me to start drinking it and said she wanted it all finished before I went back to sleep. She then left. To my dismay, she returned a few minutes later with her three daughters. She told them that, "Baby Candie had to be put back into diapers and has to drink from a bottle because she wet all over herself tonight." The girls laughed and Karen asked if I was really wearing diapers. Tammie said, "She sure is", and she stood me up in my crib. As the girls gathered around, Tammie pulled up my nightie exposing my bulky waterproof baby panties, and the girls laughed. Then she pulled down my waterproof panties showing the girls my diapers underneath. The girls laughed and chanted, "Baby Candie's wearing diapers, Baby Candies's wearing diapers," over and over. Tammie then warned the girls that, "This is what happens to bedwetters." She then pulled my waterproof panties back up and tucked me back in the crib. I hadn't finished my bottle so she stuck it in my mouth and held it, telling me to finish. Tammie then warned me that I had better not try to take off my diapers or get out of my crib during the night because if I did, she would, "Spank the daylights out of me." She and the girls laughed as they left the room. As I laid their shocked, I faintly heard Tammie watching television in the living room. Exhausted from my ordeal, I eventually fell asleep. I awoke some time later with a strong feeling of having to pee. I didn't know what to do as I had been forbidden to take off my diapers. However, after a while, the feeling was becoming overwhelming.  I just laid there nervously and the next thing I knew was my diapers were being filled with warm urine. I was scared but at the same time wetting my diapers felt relieving and very exciting. I had lain there peacefully for a while and then Tammie quietly entered the room. I was scared and pretended to be asleep. Tammie began changing into her nightgown. I happened to catch glimpses of her shapely butt and large breasts while squinting over trying to see what she was doing. I quickly shut my eye as she walked over to me in her nightgown. She gently pulled back my blanket, lifted my nightie, and stuck her finger up one of the leg openings of my waterproof panties. She said softly, "Baby Candie needs to be changed." Tammie lowered the safety bars and I pretended to wake up.  She was giggling and acting very playful as she pulled off my waterproof panties and unpinned my wet diapers. As she carried them away she whispered that I was a, "Really big wetter." She returned shortly and began wiping me down with baby lotion, oil, powder, etc., She then put me in fresh diapers and waterproof panties, all the while quietly singing, "Rock-a-bye, My Baby". It was quite pleasurable, actually. She tucked me in and said I should fall right asleep because we were going to have a big day tomorrow.

Chapter 41: They wandered deeper into Disney’s Animal Kingdom, the paths winding beneath tall trees and carved wooden signs pointing in every direction.   Jack stayed close, one hand in Jill’s, the other holding onto Flopsy while his lanyard bounced lightly against his chest.   He was still smiling from meeting Winnie the Pooh and Mr. Incredible, replaying the moments quietly to himself.   “Pooh soft… superhero strong…” he murmured.   Marcus chuckled. “You’re getting the full experience.”   ⸻   As they turned a corner, a Cast Member with a pin-covered lanyard caught Jack’s eye immediately.   He slowed.   Then stopped.   “Pins…” he said, pointing.   Jill smiled. “You wanna trade again?”   Jack nodded, a little more confident this time. “Yeah.”   ⸻   The Cast Member knelt slightly, presenting their collection.   Jack leaned in, studying each one carefully—more patient now than before.   “So many…” he whispered.   Marcus crouched beside him. “Take your time.”   ⸻   Jack’s eyes moved from pin to pin—   Animals.   Leaves.   Characters.   Then—   He spotted one that made him freeze.   A small fossil design—simple, but clear.   A dinosaur imprint.   Jack pointed immediately.   “That one!”   ⸻   The Cast Member smiled. “Good choice.”   Jack carefully unclipped one of his pins, handing it over with a bit more confidence than yesterday.   When the fossil pin was placed on his lanyard, he stared at it.   Touched it gently.   “…Dino Dan,” he said softly, a big smile forming.   Jill’s heart melted. “It does look like that, doesn’t it?”   Jack nodded proudly. “My dinosaur.”   ⸻   But he wasn’t done.   His eyes kept scanning.   And then—   Another one.   A small, colorful paw print.   He lit up again.   “Paw!” he said excitedly.   Marcus grinned. “That one looks familiar.”   “Mighty Pups,” Jack added quickly.   ⸻   Another trade.   Another careful exchange.   And just like that—   his collection grew.   ⸻   Jack held his lanyard up slightly, looking at all three now:   Tigger.   Fossil.   Paw print.   “All mine,” he said, a little in awe.   Jill smiled. “You’re building quite the collection.”   Marcus nodded. “Day two and already a pro.”   Jack beamed at that.   ⸻   A nearby bench gave them a chance to pause, and Jill pulled out a park map.   “Alright,” she said, unfolding it. “Let’s see what else we can do.”   Jack leaned in immediately, curious.   “Map?”   Marcus pointed. “This shows everything in Disney’s Animal Kingdom.”   ⸻   Jill pointed to a section. “This is where the safari is.”   Jack’s eyes widened. “Animals?”   “Real ones,” Marcus added.   Jack nodded quickly. “Go there.”   ⸻   Jill smiled and pointed elsewhere. “There’s also trails where you can walk and see animals up close.”   Jack considered that.   “Walk and see,” he repeated.   ⸻   Marcus pointed to another area. “And rides too—but different from yesterday.”   Jack looked thoughtful.   “Animals first,” he decided.   Jill laughed softly. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”   ⸻   Jack studied the map one more time, then looked up at them.   “I got pins… I saw Pooh… I saw superhero…” he listed again.   Marcus smiled. “And now?”   Jack grinned.   “Animals.”   ⸻   He grabbed Jill’s hand again, a little more steady now, a little more sure of himself.   The map folded away.   The plan set.   And with his lanyard full of new treasures bouncing against his chest—   Jack was ready for the next adventure.   They hadn’t made it far from the map spot before Jill felt Jack slow down beside her.   Not the curious kind of pause this time.   A different one.   She glanced down at him, then shared a quick look with Marcus.   “Hey,” she said gently, crouching a bit. “I think we should take a quick break before the animals.”   Jack looked up at her, then down at himself, a little embarrassed.   “…okay,” he said quietly.   Marcus gave him a reassuring smile. “Quick stop. Then straight to the safari.”   That helped.   Jack nodded.   ⸻   They followed the signs toward a nearby family restroom, tucked away along one of the quieter paths in Disney’s Animal Kingdom.   The space was calm and private, a nice break from the busy walkways outside.   Jill set everything up quickly, keeping her voice soft and steady the whole time.   “You’re alright,” she murmured, focused and gentle.   Jack held onto Flopsy, a little fussy at first but calming as she worked.   “Almost done,” she added.   Marcus stayed nearby, offering small distractions.   “Hey,” he said lightly, pointing to Jack’s lanyard. “You’ve got quite the collection going.”   Jack sniffled a little, then looked down.   “Tigger… Dino… Paw…” he listed quietly.   Marcus smiled. “That’s a strong lineup.”   ⸻   Within a few minutes, Jill had him cleaned up and comfortable again.   “There we go,” she said, helping him sit up.   Jack leaned into her for a second, then gave her a small hug.   “…thank you,” he said softly.   Jill kissed the top of his head. “Always.”   ⸻   Once they stepped back outside, the sounds of the park returned—distant chatter, birds, and the rustle of trees overhead.   Jack seemed lighter now.   Back to himself.   “Animals now?” he asked, a little more hopeful.   Marcus nodded. “Animals now.”   ⸻   They followed the signs toward the safari entrance, the path opening up into a larger area styled like an expedition outpost.   Up ahead stood the entrance to Kilimanjaro Safaris.   Jack’s eyes widened.   “Safari…” he whispered.   ⸻   The queue wound through shaded areas filled with crates, maps, and little details that made it feel like they were about to head out on a real adventure.   Jack looked at everything.   Every sign.   Every prop.   “…we going there?” he asked.   Jill smiled. “We are.”   ⸻   When it was time to board, a Cast Member guided them toward one of the open-air safari trucks.   Jack hesitated for just a second at the step up.   Marcus held out a hand. “I got you.”   Jack took it.   Climbed in.   ⸻   They settled into the bench seat together—Jack between Jill and Marcus again, but this time leaning forward, curious instead of nervous.   “Stay seated, keep your hands inside,” Marcus reminded him gently.   Jack nodded seriously. “Okay.”   ⸻   The truck rumbled to life.   Slow at first.   Then rolling forward into the open.   ⸻   Almost immediately—Animals. Real ones.   Moving freely in wide, open spaces.   Jack’s eyes went huge.   “Whoa…” he breathed.   ⸻   A giraffe in the distance.   Zebras grazing nearby.   Birds moving through the tall grass.   Jack pointed, barely able to keep up.   “Look! Look!”   Jill laughed softly. “I see them!”   Marcus grinned. “This was the right call.”   ⸻   Jack leaned forward just a little more, completely captivated.   “Real animals…” he whispered.   Jill nodded, her voice just as soft. “Real animals.”   ⸻   And as the safari truck carried them deeper into the landscape—Jack sat wide-eyed and amazed, his earlier worries forgotten, replaced with something simple and pure: wonder.     Chapter 42:  By the time the safari truck rolled back into the station at Kilimanjaro Safaris, Jack was still buzzing—but it was a softer kind of excitement now.   Less jumping.   More wide-eyed wonder.   “Giraffe so tall…” he said as Marcus helped him down.   “And the zebras,” Jill added.   Jack nodded quickly. “And birds… and all of it…”   Marcus laughed. “That was a lot to take in.”   ⸻   They stepped back out into the pathways of Disney’s Animal Kingdom, and that’s when Jill noticed it—   The slight slowdown.   The quieter steps.   The way Jack leaned just a little more into her side.   “You getting tired again?” she asked gently.   Jack nodded.   “…and hungry.”   Marcus didn’t hesitate. “Food break.”   ⸻   They followed the nearby signs toward a shaded dining area, the smell of warm food guiding them the rest of the way.   It was busy, but not overwhelming—families chatting, trays clinking, a comfortable kind of noise.   They found a table tucked under some trees, a little cooler, a little quieter.   “Perfect spot,” Marcus said, setting the bag down.   ⸻   Jack sat close to Jill, Flopsy in his lap, his lanyard resting against his chest.   He looked down at his pins again.   “Tigger… Dino… Paw…” he whispered, like a routine now.   Jill smiled. “Your whole crew came with you.”   Jack nodded.   “All mine.”   ⸻   Marcus returned with food not long after—simple, easy, and just right for a midday break.   “Alright,” he said, setting the tray down. “Refuel time.”   Jack perked up slightly.   “Food,” he agreed.   ⸻   They ate slowly.   No rush.   Just taking a break from the heat and the walking.   Every now and then, Jack would look up and mention something from the safari.   “Giraffe looked at me…”   Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Did it now?”   Jack nodded very seriously. “It did.”   Jill laughed softly. “I believe you.”   ⸻   Halfway through, Jack leaned against Jill again, chewing slower now.   “Tired… but good,” he said.   Jill wrapped an arm around him gently. “That’s the best kind of tired.”   Marcus nodded. “Means you’re doing it right.”   ⸻   Jack sipped from his drink, then looked up.   “More animals after?” he asked.   Jill smiled. “We can walk the trails next.”   Marcus added, “Up close this time.”   Jack seemed to like that.   “Okay,” he said softly.   ⸻   For a moment, they just sat there.   Together.   Cooling off.   Recharging.   ⸻   Jack rested his head lightly against Jill’s shoulder, still holding Flopsy, still wearing his pins proudly.   “Best day two,” he murmured.   Marcus smirked. “You keeping score now?”   Jack nodded.   “Yeah.”   ⸻   And after a few more quiet bites—they were ready to keep going, refreshed, recharged, and still wrapped in the calm magic of the park.   After a few more quiet minutes at the table, Jill gently nudged Jack.   “Ready to see some animals up close?”   Jack sat up a little, rubbing his eyes—but there was a spark there again.   “Up close,” he repeated.   Marcus smiled. “Let’s go exploring.”   ⸻   They made their way along the winding paths of Disney’s Animal Kingdom, heading toward one of the walking trails Jill had pointed out earlier.   The atmosphere shifted again—quieter, shaded, almost like stepping into a different world.   Tall trees filtered the sunlight, and the sounds of the park softened into rustling leaves and distant animal calls.   Jack slowed his steps naturally.   Not from tiredness this time—but to look.   ⸻   They entered the Gorilla Falls Exploration Trail, where pathways curved past habitats designed to feel open and natural.   Jack stayed close, one hand holding Jill’s, the other gripping Flopsy.   “Where are they?” he whispered.   “Keep looking,” Marcus said softly.   ⸻   A movement ahead caught his eye.   Something large.   Dark.   Still.   Jack stopped.   “…there,” he said, pointing.   ⸻   A gorilla sat calmly in the distance, watching its surroundings.   Jack’s eyes went wide again—but this time, quieter.   More respectful.   “He’s big…” he whispered.   Jill nodded. “Very big.”   Jack leaned just a little closer, fascinated.   “Just sitting…”   Marcus smiled. “Sometimes that’s all they do.”   ⸻   They continued along the trail, spotting smaller animals, birds, and hidden details along the way.   Each time, Jack would point—   “Look!”   —and each time, Jill would answer softly—   “I see it.”   ⸻   Eventually, they looped back toward a busier area of the park, and once again—   Jack noticed it before anyone else.   “Pins…” he said, spotting another Cast Member nearby.   Marcus chuckled. “You’ve got a good eye.”   ⸻   They approached, and the Cast Member greeted them with a smile, showing off a fresh set of pins.   Jack leaned in again, studying them carefully.   More confident now.   More patient.   ⸻   His eyes moved across the collection—   Then stopped.   A leafy green pin.   Animal-themed.   Simple but bright.   He pointed.   “That one.”   ⸻   Another trade.   Another addition.   Jack carefully clipped it onto his lanyard, stepping back to admire his growing collection.   “More…” he said, a quiet sense of pride in his voice.   Jill smiled warmly. “You’re doing great at this.”   ⸻   As they continued walking, laughter and excitement bubbled up nearby again.   Another character meet.   Jack turned his head.   Curious.   ⸻   Standing ahead, greeting guests with a wide, familiar smile, was Goofy.   Jack blinked.   “…him,” he said.   Marcus grinned. “You wanna say hi?”   Jack hesitated—   but not for long.   “Okay.”   ⸻   They stepped into line, and when it was his turn, Goofy gave an exaggerated wave and bent down slightly to greet him.   Jack smiled shyly—but stayed.   Jill helped him stand beside Goofy.   Marcus lifted his phone.   ⸻   Click.   ⸻   Goofy gave a playful salute before they moved on.   Jack looked back once as they walked away.   “He funny,” he said.   Jill laughed. “Very funny.”   ⸻   By now, the day had settled into a rhythm.   Walk.   Explore.   Discover.   Pause.   Smile.   ⸻   Jack walked between them, a little slower now but still engaged, still curious.   His lanyard bounced lightly with each step—Tigger, fossil, paw print, and now his newest pin.   “All mine,” he said again, softer this time.   Marcus nodded. “All yours.”   ⸻   Jack looked ahead at the winding paths, the greenery, the sounds of animals still around them.   “More?” he asked.   Jill squeezed his hand gently.   “Always more.”   ⸻   And with that—they kept going, one step at a time, through another piece of the magic.