Watersports

Chapter Fifty-Five: One Piece at a Time “Good morning!” Adam groaned as he rolled over, covering his face with Hopper the purple kangaroo to shield his eyes from the bright light Aunt Bones had flicked on suddenly. He had not slept well, and he could feel it. It had taken him what felt like an hour to fall asleep due to the nagging of his racing thoughts; then, periodically, he would wake either with something on his mind or from a startle, suffer the pain of remembering where he was, and start the long process of falling back asleep. And none of this even began to touch on how cold the house was, but how warm the stupid pink pajamas mixed with the blanket were, and how he’d be burning up under the blanket, only to kick it off and be cold ten minutes later. The mattress was too firm, Hopper didn’t smell or feel like Little Boja, and the air felt dry and wrong. Everything was just wrong. He missed the thunderstorms. He missed home. “Ohh, don’t worry, fussybutt; you’ll get a nap later,” Seo-ya chuckled, reaching in and grabbing him. He held firm onto Hopper, shoving his face inside the kangaroo in an attempt to delay seeing Aunt Bones’ stupid face. Sure, he could feel her rigid grip, hear her cloying voice, and grimace as he was placed against her bony shoulder… but at least he could delay seeing her stupid, condescending smile. He wasn’t in the best mood. “Hmm,” she hummed as she patted the dry diaper, and he grimaced, feeling a pounding from his full bladder as if it were responding to her. He was all out of whack; normally, he held it overnight and flooded the diaper before Joomi came in, so she’d change him in a fresh one lickity split. Despite the tossing and turning, he hadn’t even considered just going since he didn’t know Seo-ya’s schedule. He made an attempt to go while she was probing, but his body didn’t comply; he was too uncomfortable in her arms to go, even when he attempted to pretend he was peeing on her directly. “Someone is dehydrated,” Seo-ya commented with a knowing chuckle, and Adam rolled his eyes behind his eyelids. Ahh, yes, Amazon code for you’re not using your diaper enough; he briefly thought back to Zhang tipping his sippy cup up to make sure he drank every drop. He pursed his lips, wondering ever so briefly if the contents of a used diaper was a secret ingredient Amazons required for some alchemical purposes. He let out a quick laugh, shaking his head as he brought a hand in to rub his eyes and face. Turning his head away from Seo-ya, he finally opened his eyes to watch the white and barren walls of the hallway pass by, and then they began descending the stairs. Glancing down at pink pajamas, he kicked a leg out and sighed. “Can I change out of this? I feel…” he paused, trying to think of the best word that would convey feeling gross being in it for so long, rather than gross because it was so girly. “Sticky.” “After breakfast,” she replied quietly, causing Adam to groan, throw his head back, and then slam his face into Hopper’s belly. Seo-ya chuckled as she reached the bottom of the stairs, paused, and then hard-pivoted around towards a small bathroom. “I suppose there’s no harm in taking it off now.” “Really?” he asked, surprised, finally turning his attention towards her. He hadn’t been able to see what time it was, though the lingering yellows in the sky out a nearby window suggested it was early, yet she was all gussied up already. Her hair was in neat curls close to her head, and her makeup was done. Her red lips smiled broadly as her fingers wormed their way between him and Hopper to snap the cover of the zipper off. “Yes, really,” she replied as she pulled the zipper down as far as she could with him in her arms before taking Hopper and placing him on the sink’s edge. For whatever reason, she wasn’t inclined to put him down, so she maneuvered the pajama set off by adjusting him away and close to her body, and from side to side to get it completely off. He was able to glance into the bathroom’s mirror a few times, frowning at the bags under his eyes, and frowning more at the voluminous crawler diaper hugging his butt. Even dry, it appeared to have the curvy, bulbous shape of a well-used one, especially down at the back of the crotch. No wonder it hurt to stand. She draped the fuzzy pajamas over the sink counter, picked up Hopper, handed him to Adam, and then walked out of the bathroom. Adam blinked for a moment, then grimaced, realizing they were heading straight towards the kitchen. “Wait - you’re leaving me -“ “Say good morning to your uncle, baby,” she cut him off with a smirk as she patted the diaper to get his attention, and the blonde snapped his attention over his shoulder towards the breakfast table. Though hating himself for it, he leaned against Seo-ya for the warmth her body was providing as he pulled Hopper to his side to protect himself. “Can I get clothes —“ “Say good morning,” she warned, her tone dipping into a deeper register, and Adam glared at her, his nostrils flaring, and he choked Hopper. “Good morning, Uncle Shik,” he growled out, narrowing his eyes at Seo-ya before finally looking over at Shik at the table, who was already eating and pulled his eyes away from the holographic news articles projected to his eye level from his phone. He looked a little tired and far more put together than the day before. His suit was clean and pressed, the shirt buttoned up, and Adam even caught a glint of a gold watch as he lifted a cup of coffee to his lips. Shik grinned at the blonde and nodded towards him, greeting him before taking a sip from his mug, “Good morning, Adam.” “Can I get clothes, please?” he asked the room, unsure if Shik would care at all to intervene. ”I’m cold!” he added for good measure as he shivered, unsure if it was the cold or just the extreme discomfort of being in just a diaper. 『 Where are his clothes? 』Shik asked just curiously enough to warrant a response, but flatly enough to confirm he didn’t really care. 『 He wanted out of his PJs, 』 Seo-ya replied flippantly as she pulled Adam away from her and he was placed into the high chair, grimacing the whole way down. He let out a small yip from the cold of the seat and hugged Hopper against his chest to try to warm up.『 Plus, this means there’s less to clean up after breakfast, 』 she mused as she grabbed the purple kangaroo’s head and tugged at him, but Adam held on firmly. “Hopper can’t eat with you, baby,” she cooed as she gave the kangaroo another tug. “Why not?” he grumbled, tightening his grip on plush like his life depended on it. “You’ll get him dirty.” “I will not!” he protested as he tried to pivot the kangaroo away from her, and he turned red at hearing Shik’s chuckle. Aunt Bones let out a long-suffering sigh as she placed one hand under his arm and pried it upwards, giving her the right angle to get a grip on Hopper’s torso. Adam grunted while struggling against her immense strength with all his might, annoyed at how much effort it was for him, and it was only moderately troublesome for her. Seo-ya hummed in annoyance, making a few jerking motions, and while Hopper slowly slipped from his grasp, he was managing to hold on. “Adam!” she snapped, and the sudden loudness jarred him enough to make him lose his grip; in a flash, Hopper was on the far side of the table. 『 You see? 』Seo-ya scoffed as she rolled her eyes, thrusting her hands around Adam’s waist to buckle him in.『 If Joomi had just stayed calm, I’d have him perfectly behaved by now. 』He glared up at her, willing to take the risk in the moment, since it could all be swept up in the physical issues rather than what he was hearing. She gave him a mocking smile before strutting into the kitchen.『 This new wave of soft parenting - it’s so absurd. 』 “Mmhm,” Shik hummed absently in response, his eyes back to the holoprojection of articles as he chewed on a mouthful of breakfast. 『 With the way she’s going, it will take him years to acclimate and behave well, 』she continued complaining to herself, since neither of the men at the table was really listening. Adam looked down at the buckle, noting that it had two push mechanisms on opposite sides, and began testing his strength against it. He was at least comforted by the fact that Shik was paying him no mind, but his skin was still red with embarrassment and now breaking out into goosebumps over how cold he was. Intrusively, he realized if he finally peed, the warmth might help him… but he scowled at that thought and bitterly held it, despite the growing discomfort, and pressed as hard as he could on the two buttons. 『 Plus, he’s clearly not diaper-trained, 』she grumbled, slamming the fridge door shut.『 That’s the easiest part, and she can’t even do that right! 』 “Mmhmm,” Shik replied absently again, and Adam took a breath and slammed his palms against the two buttons. Click! Adam’s eyes widened as he stared down at the now-unlocked restraints. Shik looked over at him, and Adam quickly shrank back. Seo-ya looked over at him, and Adam slunk down. “Did you just…?” she trailed off in disbelief, a hand lazily pointing towards the chair. Looking between the two Amazons who stared at him as if he had just performed a miracle, he swallowed before stating, quietly, “I’m cold?” 『 That thing’s not Little-proof? 』Shik asked as he squinted at the buckle, then looked over at his wife, who was still gaping from the kitchen. 『 It should be! 』she scoffed as she slammed her hand against the countertop in annoyance and stomped over to the high chair as Adam pointed over to Hopper. “Can I have Hopper, please? And CLOTHES? PLEASE?” he begged desperately, unable to bask in the victory that was unbuckling himself. Perhaps he could relive and enjoy their looks of shock later, but for now, all eyes on him had not been the goal of his attempts (and don’t ask what his goal had been; he didn’t know). And genuinely, the house was too cold for him. He felt like he was close to breaking out into shivers. 『 Stupid defective thing, 』she grumbled as she reached her hands in to inspect it, arching an eyebrow. “Auntie, jebaaaal,” Adam groaned as he looked up at her with pleading in his eyes. As she made eye contact, he felt a twinge of regret as he saw a hint of that same look from the end of the day yesterday. A look of Amazon madness. In a way, if it were a Little woman who gave him that look, it would be a turn on as it looked like a horny madness that meant she wanted to jump him. But Amazon madness was different. It was a hunger to have, to control, and to dote upon. In some instances, Adam had heard the word cosset and in others, a fever. He had always preferred madness. “Okay,” she relented in a whisper, reaching her arms in and pulling him out of the chair. His face contorted in confusion as she laid him against her shoulder and placed a hand on his back. He closed his eyes as his toes curled in and his hands tensed into fists as Seo-ya took in a deep sniff of his hair and then let out a contented sigh. “You can stay with me, baby.” “Noooo,” he groaned into her shoulder, annoyed that her body warmth was, in fact, more comfortable. He should have just fudging peed. 『 I’ll buy a new high chair while we’re out, 』she noted as she turned around, patting Adam’s back as she walked back into the kitchen. 『 Out? 』Shik asked as he perked up and twisted in his chair, looking a confused look to his wife. 『 You’re not going anywhere. 』 『 Why not? 』she questioned with a slight scoff in her tone. 『 I need to get him food, clothes, toys, and now a new high chair. 』 『 Seo-ya, 』the thin uncle sighed, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. 『 You can’t be seen in public with him. 』 『 Well - 』she paused, scoffed, and threw her free arm out that slapped her side when it fell; Adam flashed a slight grin. 『 Are you going to go shopping for me? 』 『 Of course not, don’t be stupid, 』Shik snarled. 『 Make a list of what you need, and I’ll have someone do the shopping for you discreetly. 』 Seo-ya stood still as she stared at her husband in silence for a long moment, and Adam turned his face downward into her bony shoulder and pulled his hands in to cover it. He couldn’t risk either of them seeing him grinning in satisfaction that she was just as stuck in here with him as he was with her. 『 For how long? 』 『 I don’t know, 』Shik replied curtly with a half-assed shrug.『 As long as it takes. 』 『 Won’t it be suspicious that I’m suddenly a shut-in? 』she pressed, taking a step forward, like this was somehow urgent. 『 No one gives a shit about your daily routine, dear, 』Shik replied dryly as he pivoted back towards his breakfast. Adam wanted to laugh at that — okay, well, internally, a vindictive version of him was laughing his ass off. But the Adam that was in the driver’s seat frowned as his enjoyment of the moment was nonexistent. Instead, it was replaced with righteous indignation. Not on Seo-ya’s behalf, but on his. How dare Shik be a dick to her and make him feel bad for her, even the slightest? How dare they not be the joined-at-the-hip monstrous couple he had envisioned when generating his captain’s log? How fudging dare he make his anger and hatred of Seo-ya complicated by being a terrible husband?! He sat up and glared over at his great uncle with all the fury he could summon. Even if Kang were at his most furious, Adam couldn’t imagine him being so cruel to Chana. A bias, perhaps, or a lack of imagination, but the point still stood. 『 Fine, 』Seo-ya finally replied with an edge in her tone, spinning around to grab the lidded bowl on the counter, and she hooked her pinky into the arm of the sippy cup that appeared to be filled with milk. Adam pursed his lips, breathing steadily as he stared down at it, trying to calm down by thinking of a decent, cruel nickname for Shik. Uncle Shit was too close to his real name, so he feared he might slip up and accidentally use it. Seo-ya stomped over to the breakfast table and huffed in her seat, loudly setting down the covered bowl. All of this seemed to amuse Uncle Shit (he was still working on a better name), who flashed an amused grin with no attempt to hide it. Sighing, she adjusted Adam in her lap to face the table and nestled up against her stomach. He slid down against her, his shoulders tensed all the way up to his ears, his face bright red, and his legs unable to close; it was the epitome of uncomfortable. He was cold, with the only source of heat being his number one most hated Amazon (who was, presently, tied with Uncle Shit). Naked save for an unnecessary diaper that was so thickly padded, he couldn’t stand or close his legs to pretend it wasn’t there; it was front, center, and practically in his face. He felt exposed and raw, and at this point would have taken the worst outfit Seo-ya could imagine compared to this. The Amazon’s hand came down as he was testing if he could close his legs and patted the front of the diaper, causing him to jerk back against her. She hummed in disapproval and tapped on the dry padding. “Adam, baby, can you go pee-pee for Auntie?” she asked softly as she tapped on the padding. The blonde furrowed his eyebrows, wondering how the hell she was rationalizing asking him that in her head. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.” “Then let me go to the bathroom,” he stated flatly as he angled his head up to arch an eyebrow at her. “Just because you can hold it now doesn’t mean you’re suddenly a big boy,” she stated firmly as she reached out for the sippy cup and dangled it in front of him. “But if you’re good, you can show me where you’ve still got some big boy skills, okay?” He had a fabulous view up her nose from this angle, giving him a moment to ponder if he could hock a loogie up a nostril, but she ruined it when she looked down at him, a threat in her expression. He squinted at her. “Unless you’d prefer a ba-ba –” “No,” he growled as he reached out for the sippy cup, but she drew it out of his reach, and her other hand tapped on the diaper again. He made a feral noise in his throat as he lifted his hands to his face and rubbed roughly, knowing he should have already done this. But another complicating factor was that the onesies Joomi always had him in (much to his chagrin) kept everything sort of snug and gave him a sense of security. Something about just being in a diaper made it feel less stable, more prone to leaking or falling off or something; and, yes, he knew deep down Amazonian engineering meant that was extraordinarily unlikely to actually happen, but it didn’t change the feeling. Yet he understood the message. The more he resisted this, the less she’d give him any autonomy. It was the pre-ceremony all over again. Obey, and be rewarded with the best she was willing to give. Fight, and find out. While he was quite convinced that she didn’t actually mean it, the stinging pain in his gut was too overwhelming to put off any longer. He took a deep breath, and within seconds, the urge to pee overruled the discomfort of his surroundings and the thought that Aunt Bones was watching. Urine sprayed out, slammed into the padding, and his skin felt the padding practically suck the liquid away. She must have felt the warmth or his body relax, because she hummed approvingly, and he felt the sippy cup hovering by his face before he opened his eyes. Taking it hastily from her, he pulled it down into his lap and sulked. “Good boy,” she praised as she patted his thigh with one hand while the other stretched out to remove the lid from the bowl. Adam craned his neck for a view and frowned curiously at the scrambled eggs. He watched carefully, straining to sit up while strangely able to ignore the fact that he was still peeing, trying to gauge what was beneath the eggs as Seo-ya dug the spoon in. Adam reared back as she aimed it at his face, and he squinted at it. “Open up, baby,” she sang softly, circling the spoon in the air as it flew towards his mouth. Tempted to ask what it was, he knew that’d give her an opening to shove it in, so he opted to risk just opening his mouth instead; at least seeing the eggs meant it was already better than pulverized leftovers. He frowned as his palate was overwhelmed with savory eggs and cinnamon oatmeal. And it was good. Unfortunately good. Not better than anything either Joomi or Chana had made, but different and somewhat on par. Which was annoying. He would rather her cooking be as atrocious as she was. After the first bite, he reverted to his trick the day before, picturing Joomi’s voice announcing the plane. This was aided by breakfast proceeding quietly, since Shik was apparently super busy reading, and Seo-ya was, in her own way, sulking. She would huff and puff periodically, and shift in her seat, likely hoping her husband would notice and say something to no avail. When ignored long enough, she’d pivot down to watching Adam and hum approvingly as he quietly ate, genuinely enjoying a good homemade meal. When she pulled out her phone to begin curating her shopping list, the blonde began to look between the two while chewing. Shik’s eyes were glued to his holographic displays, which appeared to rotate among news articles, emails, and possible texts. Seo-ya was swiping between looking up items and writing them down in her list. “Can I help?” Adam asked after quickly swallowing a bite, pointing to the list as he looked up, giving him a wonderful view of how her nostrils flared as she blew a laugh out of her nose. “Do you have some toy requests?” she guessed bemusedly as she scooped more oatmeal onto the spoon. “Yeah,” he blurted out quickly, feeling his own nostrils flare in irritation, though he hadn’t expected any kind of positive response, so it was still a win. He forced a smile and nodded as an idea came to him. It was a petty idea, but hey, when in Roam, be as petty as the Roamans were. That was the saying, right? “I like the books with buttons that make noise. Like animal sounds.” “Sure, baby, we can do that,” she smiled down at him as the spoon flew towards his mouth and he opened it, gratefully accepting another cinnamon-flavored bite with a wide smile. It wasn’t some ace in the hole, but toys that made noise went from cute to annoying real fast, and he was looking forward to that. “I’m so proud of you!” Seo-ya chirped after placing the last bite of breakfast in his mouth. She leaned forward, placing her hand against his stomach, and pulled him against her for a hug. Adam held the last bit of oatmeal in his mouth, staring forward as he contemplated spitting it out or trying to force himself to puke. She placed her bony hands on either side of his face and pinched his cheeks. “Such a good baby!” He groaned as he swallowed the last of his breakfast and tried to slide down her lap to escape, but she pulled him back up and tapped on the sippy cup. “Drink up, now, and then I’ll get you ready for a fun day!” Adam glowered at the sippy cup in lieu of glaring at her, then pointed over to Hopper. “Can I have Hopper back now, please?” he asked as politely as possible. “Of course,” she purred, stretching her long arm out to grab the kangaroo by the head, but she held the plush just out of reach as her other hand tapped the sippy cup. “Take a few sips first.” Adam slowly looked up at her, having to force a lot of energy into preventing a full glare, though by her smirk, he suspected that he had failed. He licked his lips, then smacked them, preparing himself mentally for the same tricks she had pulled before, if not worse. He took in a breath and sighed before lifting the sippy cup to his lips and began to drink. …Fudge. It was good. His upper lip snarled in irritation. It was really good. It tasted like some kind of sweetened rice milk, but wasn’t sweet enough to make his teeth hurt. There was a tickle in his brain that felt like he was instantly addicted, telling him there was some burst of flavor he needed to keep drinking to get to. After a few eager draws, his brain screamed at him that this was some kind of trick. It tasted this good for a reason. This red alert in his mind caused him to rip the cup out of his mouth, despite his entire body being reluctant to do so. He smacked his lips again, trying to find a hint of tingling or some kind of sign, and Seo-ya smiled widely as she handed him the purple kangaroo. Gripping Hopper to death, he let himself growl slightly as he put all his focus into trying to figure out if she had drugged him or not. “Now, let Auntie finish our list of supplies, then we’ll get you some clothes,” she explained softly, combing her bony fingers through his hair before continuing her concerningly long list of goods. He sulked for a few minutes, waiting for a euphoric and alien giggle to pop out of his mouth, or his stomach to churn and gurgle. When nothing appeared to happen, he sniffed and let his attention drift towards the list she was building… But since he was only able to read a few of the characters and words, he instead turned his attention to Uncle Shit, who was still invested in his phone. “Uncle Shik, can I please call Eomma?” Seo-ya’s hand froze, and she swallowed a disapproving growl. Shik’s eyes flickered to Adam, an eyebrow twitched, and he looked back to the projected screen. “Did you remember any details from yesterday that can help us?” he countered in his usual nasally, haughty tone. Shirts. He hadn’t necessarily forgotten about that, but attempting to navigate Aunt Bones had been more pressing. He seemed to think he had heard the reason Shik was asking, but it had also been when everything had hit him and he had broken down, so that information wasn’t coming to him in the moment. Swallowing, he lifted the sippy cup to take a swig to buy himself a few seconds, and once again had to pry it from his lips. Seo-ya had returned to list-making, apparently satisfied that his question didn’t cause trouble. “Like what?” the blonde asked innocently. “Anything,” Shik shrugged as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes lingering on the screen before he tapped his phone and the projection vanished. Then, his dark eyes turned to Adam. “Anything that will help us so that we can get you home, or at least on a call with your Mommy.” “Okay…” Adam hesitated, looking at the back of Hopper’s head for a moment as he pursed his lips. “I rode in an old car. Really old. And it smelled like smoke.” “With who?” “We didn’t make introductions,” Adam dryly replied. “Fair enough,” Shik chuckled as he adjusted in his seat, grinning at the blonde. “Did you recognize them at all? Did they tell you anything?” Adam pursed his lips. He did recognize them, but he never placed the how or why. Now faced with that, he told himself he likely recognized them from his ceremony reception, or, as the smoker’s tiger tattoo on his chest flashed in his murky memories, perhaps that fateful lunch with Hyun. Which cascaded into realizing Hyun was involved in this coup… dropping his gaze and falling into silence, he did not realize how telling that was. “Adam? Who did you recognize?” Shik pressed as he leaned forward slightly. “No one,” he lied quickly, looking over to his great, thin uncle, and shook his head quickly. For a moment, he nearly blurted out that Jae-yung recognized them to throw off the suspicion, but there was no way he was going to put him at risk. Though by now, Bak had likely turned their house into a maximum-security prison to keep his son safe (at least, that’s what Adam was imagining). “I thought I did… but everything is really fuzzy.” He pretended to be interested in Hopper’s ear as he watched Shik’s eyes look upward to meet his wife’s, and they shared a nod. “I’ll see what I can do,” Shik replied quickly, not outright smiling, but there was a small grin on his lips. He seemed satisfied, and while that should have been a relief, it made Adam uncomfortable. 『 I’m sending you the list, 』Seo-ya stated as her husband stood from the table and made a flicking motion over the phone, which caused a noise and Shik’s phone to reply in kind. He nodded and picked up his phone, looking down at it as he turned around and walked out. Adam barely caught this as he fell into thought, wondering why it was important to obfuscate what was going on from him. Then he frowned, knowing the obvious answer: kids were never told the truth of serious events as they were happening. “Okie dokie!” Seo-ya chirped as she hoisted Adam up, patting and rubbing his back as she turned around. “Let’s get you dressed!” Adam sighed as he was placed into a rather small mesh-walled playpen, feeling the squishiness of the diaper beneath him, since Aunt Bones had opted not to change him yet. While she had acquiesced to dressing him warmly due to complaints of being cold, the outfit was a cream sweater with bright green overalls, in a frog theme. In place of the buttons where the straps would meet were big, white eyes, and on the bib chest was a large, goofy smile. The pockets were yellow but not real (sewn on for decoration only), and the inside seams of the pants had all snaps for easy access for changes. His socks were fuzzy and cream. But overall, he was grateful not to be shivering or dependent on her for warmth. He glanced up at her as she lowered a few pillows and blankets into the playpen and petted his head. “I’ll get you some toys,” she declared, not offered, and spun on her heel to wander off to do just that. Adam blinked in surprise as she disappeared through the doorway, and he took in a quiet beat, staring through the mesh wall at the house. It was set up in a large, open-concept room, with the kitchen overlooking the large couch in front of the fireplace and TV. The playpen was in place of a coffee table; nice and centered, like a caged animal on display. Biting his lip, he rubbed his hands together and glanced down at Hopper. “Hey,” he whispered to the kangaroo. “How many rooms does this place have?” To be clear, he wasn’t expecting a response, but he had been biting his tongue near constantly since he was taken, and he needed to allow himself some jabbering without having to consider every word carefully. “Wonder what’s on the other side,” he added as he craned his neck, trying to look through the windows into the courtyard and beyond. The house encircled it, and as far as his observations had gone, he had only been on one side. If he applied the same logic as his home, where there was a public/guest house and then a private house where only family could be, he could estimate that he was on the private side of the house. It wasn’t cozy, but it also wasn’t the same level of ostentatiousness that he had seen at Zhang’s public-facing section, for example. And he couldn’t imagine Shik and Seo-ya would let someone like Zhang outdo them. He frowned; that meant if Shik was going to have visitors, like his co-conspirators, he wasn’t unlikely to see them… unless he could manage “playing” outside in the courtyard. Then he might get glimpses. He blew his bangs out of his eyes; what good was knowing that information if he couldn’t get it back to Joomi or Kang? “Hopper,” Adam whispered as he looked at where Seo-ya had disappeared. “Keep an eye out for…” He stopped himself, jerking his head around to look for a baby monitor; despite not seeing one, he decided to play it safe and blurted out, “Snacks.” Then tapped his nose, winking at the kangaroo as he thought to himself, ‘Smart tech.’ If he could manage to get on the internet, perhaps he could send a coded message to Boja. He spent a long moment trying to decide what exactly he could send out there that Boja would pick up on, while not giving anything away to Shik and Seo-ya… “Okay, Adam,” Seo-ya greeted as she walked at a clipped pace into the room with an armful of toys. Once at the edge of the playpen, she placed a plastic white frame inside that sat upright. Next to that, she placed a Ferris-wheel-looking toy with differently sized holes and balls inside, and a hand crank on the side to rotate it. The third was the usual stack of rings that doubled as teething toys, and the fourth was a grey puff ball with a bunch of legs (ooh, it was a spider), each with a different sensory choice. “Auntie’s going to clean up from breakfast. Just cry if you need anything, okay?” She winked at him and, without waiting for a response, pivoted and walked towards the kitchen. His nostrils flared, which was quickly followed by an eye roll. Eyeballing the options, he was tempted to just lie on his back and think, but if she was going to force a nap later, he could do that then. Instead, he decided to probe each toy to see whether any would trigger the protective measures of his earpiece. He squeezed one of the legs of the spider toy, which crinkled like a hard plastic. He bit his upper lip as he moved onto the next leg, which was like a rain stick, with something inside moving and making noise when he lifted it. Confident it was a regular toy that generated no weird feelings or muting effects, he looked at the white frame, saw its ‘on’ button, and grimaced. Taking in a breath, he tapped it, and the entire thing sprang to life and played a cheerful tune. A childlike voice greeted him, and the center of the frame was composed of flat LED light-up squares that cycled through white, red, blue, yellow, and back to white. When the boot-up sequence ended, all of the squares went dark. He stared for a moment, arched an eyebrow, and waited. After a few seconds, he shot a look at Hopper, then reached out and touched a square. It turned white. He blinked and touched it again; now red. He half-smiled, expecting blue next, and was correct. On the next tap, the square went dark. This led him to tap the squares across it and, despite himself, enjoyed a few blissful seconds of playing with lights. He sat back and smiled at the blue smiley face he’d made, wishing it were a bit more advanced. He would have enjoyed more colors and smaller squares to make smoother images. Since he wasn’t very artistic, having the square sizes preset for him was sort of nice, like coloring inside a line drawing, but better. ‘The batteries,’ a quiet, delicate female voice appeared in his mind. He glanced at Hopper, arching an eyebrow, wondering if he should reevaluate his stance that he hadn’t gone crazy. ‘I might be able to fit them in my pouch.’ He stared at her for a moment, realizing it was the same stress mechanism he had used with Little Boja’s military voice. He was so worried and stressed about so many things that he needed the imaginary voice of a purple kangaroo to focus down some of the noise. Half-smiling at that, he leaned forward, reached a hand out - briefly glancing over at Aunt Bones, whose back was turned while washing the dishes - and he stuck his fingers in the pouch to test its full depth. He frowned, impressed; it was a shallow pouch, but wide, and very capable of holding a battery or two. The problem was that they might stick out like a sore thumb. Still, it was worth the try. Grabbing the frame, he tilted it towards him and searched for the battery enclosure, which was secured by a screw. Fudge. Not entirely unexpected, but still annoying. He pursed his lips as he put the toy back and absently touched the squares as he thought. He needed something hard and slim enough to fit into the screw slot to unscrew, and achieve this while Seo-ya wasn’t looking. He scanned the toys… the spider toy was too soft. Stacking rings were far too thick. The Ferris wheel toy had no good options. Hopper was too soft. Ah! He grabbed the pacifier dangling from his chest and squinted at it. Maybe the adjustable clip used to change the length of the strap. Briefly glancing at Seo-ya, he put the pacifier in to keep up appearances and pulled the toy back. He grimaced, knowing this was awkward and looked a bit obvious, but hoped he could move fast enough. Pulling the flat toy to the side, he held the clip up to the screw — fudge, too thick. Swallowing a grumble, he set the light board back to face him and tapped on the squares again. Everything else was soft… pillows, blankets… he looked down at the overalls, sneering at the frog mockingly smiling up at him. Touching the eyeballs where buttons should be, he sighed. Soft and sewn on. Of course. Because unlike real overalls that you removed from the straps, this one had — SNAPS! He slammed his hand on the pacifier as he gasped, catching it as it nearly tumbled out of his mouth. His legs were already spread wide from the crawler diaper, giving him a great view of the small, and amazingly, metal snaps. He grinned, feeling a maniacal joy that made him want to cackle. Of course Seo-ya would buy the pricier outfits with metallic snaps rather than plastic! Now to see if he could manage to pry them open. By this time, the dishes were done, and she began walking towards him, and he continued pressing the light buttons. She beamed widely at him when he looked up, and she stretched her long arm in, grabbed the sippy cup, and shook it in his face. He nodded, not registering any annoyance as he complied and took it, just wanting to appease her so she’d walk away again. He exchanged one nipple for the other and chugged the remainder of the annoyingly delicious concoction while she stood there, watching. Before he could hand it up to her, her hands were down and hooked under his armpits. “Wha —“ he started to complain as his eyes diverted down to the light box, but he quickly realized what she was doing. ”Wait, I don’t –“ His shoulders rose up to his ears as he was laid over her bony shoulder, and her hand began patting his back. He closed his eyes tightly and curled both his hands and feet in, hating every second of this. After four parts, the gurgle jolted up from his stomach, and he let out an annoyingly satisfying uuuUUURP. He let out a defeated sigh as Seo-ya chuckled, moved her hand to check his diaper, and then she set him back down in the playpen. “Do you like the light board?” she asked cloyingly as she scanned the toys while taking the now-empty sippy cup. “Yeah,” Adam murmured, poking a square to turn it red in annoyance. “Don’t worry. I put your animal book on the list,” she smirked and ruffled his hair as a departing gesture, heading back to the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder, waiting until she was definitively not turning back around, and looked back at his tool options. First, he grabbed the stick for the stacking rings, thinking he could wedge it between the two snaps and use it like a lever to pop it open. Using his leg as a fulcrum, it could work… but it might be a little too obvious and catchable. He set the stick down and eyed the Ferris wheel thing. Inside it were 4 different-sized balls, each with a matching color-coded hole, and the crank. Squinting, he pulled it towards him and looked between it and the snaps. “Here, baby,” Seo-ya announced as the sippy cup descended from overhead, and he looked up, grateful it was just water this time. He nodded, took it, and set it to the side as he stared at the wheel more. Not realizing she hadn’t walked away, her scrawny arm extended as she pointed to the color of the hole at the top. “The color of the hole matches the ball in size.” “I know,” he growled as he glared at the simple toy. “Then why aren’t you turning it?” He closed his eyes as the impulse to lash at her bubbled up like vomit. A hand clenched, and his mouth began to open, but he heard a growl in his mind that caused him to inhale sharply. Boja… it was Boja’s growl. Keeping his eyes closed, the corner of the blonde’s mouth twitched as he remembered Boja’s command after Seo-ya had drugged him. ‘Then you should have proceeded with caution.’ Swallowing down the urge, he took in a breath, held it for a second, then asked in a sigh on the exhale, “Auntie?” “Yes?” she cooed. “Can I call Eomma?” he asked, having to force a bit of an innocent tone, and, in his estimation, he didn’t pull it off. His lips pinched together when she arched an eyebrow at him, and he rolled his eyes. “Can I call Mommy?” “Not yet, baby,” Seo-ya replied flatly. “Why?” Her eyebrows pinched together as she tilted her head to the side. “You just can’t, sweetie,” she groused as a muscle in her neck twitched. “Why not?“ “Adam, play with your toys,” she growled, rolling her eyes as she turned around and walked away. He glared at her for a brief moment but smiled victoriously as he returned to the task at hand. Looking between the toy and his pants, he drew a sharp breath through his nose. As with his idea for the stacking rings, he needed a lever, anchor points, and pressure to give him the edge to open the snap. Instead of a simple teeter-totter version, he began seeing a pulley version, where the pacifier strap would be a tension cable. He eyed the clip component attached to the overalls and did a few strength tests; it was clipped on securely. With the pacifier in his mouth, he could generate enough tension, then use the crank to add more, to pop the snap open. Adam nodded in affirmation and grabbed the pacifier, shoved it between two snaps, looped it through one hole in the wheel, and out the other. He had to adjust the strap to be longer to get it through all this and back into his mouth, and it was already taut. He was leaning forward to make it work, bit down on the pacifier, and then began cranking the tool. The pressure caused the fabric to pull upwards, and his teeth could feel the resistance against the pacifier, but he was holding firmly. Two cranks in, and he was really having to pull. Worried that too much effort and grunting would summon Aunt Bones, he focused his energy into a jerking backward with all his might to pull with the pacifier while holding the crank firmly. POP! Adam rocked backward onto his back with a major resistance step gone, and he let out a triumphant laugh as he tumbled backward. Seo-ya chuckled in response from wherever, causing him to sit up and look around for her. She was presently standing at the kitchen island, scrolling on her phone, and he grinned. Pulling the pacifier out of the Ferris wheel, he navigated it to his left to shield her from seeing him fiddle with the light board. Pulling at the thinner snap towards the board, he winced, fearing it was too thick, but when they connected, he let out a small gasp. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but some of the edges fit in the center of the screw divots. He could do this! He could really do this! A few failed attempts quickly taught him he needed to go slow. Very slow. So the blonde spent the next ninety grueling minutes loosening the screw when Aunt Bones wasn’t watching, and playing the innocent, but annoyed role of Little Fussy Adam™ that she seemed to love aggravating. He finally got to a point where he could unscrew the rest by hand, just as Seo-ya was receiving a phone call. 『 Oh… shit. 』 Adam’s eyebrows rose up as he looked over at Aunt Bones, who was grimacing at her ringing phone, and promptly walked out of the room. He frowned curiously, but took the opportunity to rip open the lid to the batteries and grinned victoriously at the 3 cylindrical batteries. He grabbed one and licked his lips… time for the big moment. He wet his mouth profusely, then opened his mouth widely and touched the tip of the battery to his lips. He gasped, dropping the battery at the slight jolt that shot through his mouth, but, moreover… he heard and felt it… The spike had activated!

One girl is waiting for the potty and doing the dance with her hands between her legs.  I watch and enjoy the show.  I go to her and ask her if we can have a coffee together.  She breaks away to get coffee ☕.  When I hand her coffee I hear her saying "oh no". She was having a accident in her pants.  You can see part of the diaper above the pink pants.   I need to go again so I intentionally go in my pants 👖 👖. The diaper fills up more she watches me and sees that Margaret has already wet herself and needs to go again.  

That was a good addition.  Preachy?  I didn't think so.  It was a doctor giving her clients straight talk about problems you can have with medical play.  As always, thanks for sharing.

Mini-Story: Damned Cute “I curse you!  I curse you with cuteness!”  You giggle at the crazy old lady on the corner pointing at you. You don’t point and laugh. You just snicker behind your hand and keep walking. You weren’t trying to agitate the old bat; you just didn’t have time to listen to her ramblings when the crosswalk blinkered on.  The poor old gal was probably homeless and/or needed meds that she wasn’t getting.  Or maybe she was just being cheeky.  You’d been cursed at and spit at by random strangers with too much time on their hands before; just not literally ‘cursed’.  Being cursed with cuteness was certainly preferable to being condemned to the burning pits of Hell which according to the guy with the sandwich board and the giant cross about five blocks back you most certainly are. You laugh again, but the thought is out of your brain and memory as soon as you cross three more blocks. Until… You’re almost to where you’re going. At the final crosswalk and then you’ll be where you need to be. “Hey there, cutie,” a voice catches your ear. You turn to look, not because you’re cute, but because you thought you were the only one standing on this particular street corner. “Where are you going?” Standing right next to you is an absolutely beautiful stranger. Your mouth hangs open. You look behind yourself, seeing if there was some other ‘cutie’ right behind you.  There isn’t.   The crosswalk blinks again and the orange hand telling you to halt is replaced by the bright white walking fellow.   You find your fingers suddenly entwined with the stranger’s. “Come on!” they chirp, as if grabbing you out of nowhere is. “Let’s cross the street together. Hold my hand so you don’t get lost.” Stunned and flabbergasted, you’re three steps into the middle of the road, holding hands like a toddler, before you realize what’s happened. You’re five steps in before your ears detect a not so subtle crinkle coming from your pants. “Hey! Let go of me!” You object once you’ve finally found your voice. Problem being those are the words that come out of your mouth.  What comes out, spelled phonetically is closer to, “Bababa guh-guh-gah!” This time you do not giggle behind your hand; you gasp and audibly slap yourself in the face with it to silence the nonsense trickling out of you! You finish crossing the street, and the stranger picks you up, and sets you on their hip.  “Awwww! Still learning to talk?” They coo at you.  “How precious! So cute!” You look down at yourself. Your clothes have melted away. You’re not naked, but the fuzzy yellow footie pajamas you’re suddenly coated in make you feel that way.  Jammies in the middle of the day in a public place? On anyone else it would look ridiculous. On you? It looks cute. Before you know it, you realize that the stranger is still carrying you; walking right past where you’d been headed and still going. “Lost your Mommy or Daddy, cutie? Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” You struggle when you realize what’s being implied, but it doesn’t get you any freer. You call out for help, but only babbling notes hit the air.  Passers by turn their heads in concern, but as soon as they lay eyes on you, their worries turn to smiles and they wave at you instead.  You’re being kidnapped, but to them, you’re just an innocent little cutie pie getting squirmy. “So cute!” “Such a cutie!” “Reminds me of mine at that age! So cute!” Out of nowhere, your kidnapper finds you a stroller and plops you in. You fit!  “Here, this will be better.” Better for whom though? You fight against the buckles and harness, but the release mechanisms won’t budge for you. With enough time, panic turns into a parade of humiliation. Every person you pass seems unconcerned with your plight, some even stopping long enough to pinch your cheeks. “What a cute lil’ stinker!” Stinker is unfortunately a prudent choice of words. Your stomach rumbles. Then cramps. The clothes you put on this morning have left you, but not the coffee you had to wake up.  And that’s not underwear bulging out from beneath your far too cute and comfy jammies isn’t actually underwear. You grit your teeth, and curl your toes in your stroller. You don’t want to, but you find yourself pushing up, boosting your bottom out of the umbrella stroller’s canvas-like hammock on instinct and discomfort. Then gravity and muscle take over.  Your sphincter contracts. Your cheeks spread. You growl and grunt involuntarily, the pain inside your body lessening while your skin crawls as the solid mass turns to mush once it finds the far back end of your padding with more pushing to go. Tears leak out of your eyes and you whimper as the job finishes itself. You sigh involuntarily as your legs buckle again and your full weight finally settles down into your own mess and spreads around the back of your diaper. You feel disgusting and helpless and angry, but that doesn’t change how you look. Even shitting yourself and sitting in your own mess, you are still damned cute. Scream, kick, bite, piss, shit, scowl. It’s all cute. Damned cute. “Don’t worry cutie,” your abductor assures you. “We’re almost home. We’ll change your diaper after. You’re going to love your nursery! We’ve got so many outfits to try on, too! I can’t wait! I’m so glad that old lady told me about you!” Yeah. “Damned cute” is right…  (Fin)  

Lisa: yes daddy me having fun Mom: when your sisters swing stop i get her out and check her diaper