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Chapter 2:   Mrs Bigby walked me outside and Caitlyn threw on her coat following us.    "Hey, I read a bit of your blog while I waited for chemical reactions today. It's really cute that you're so into cosmic horror. You know most people with your condition can't read well enough to enjoy Lovecraft."    “Oh I understand Lovecraft. He's a little bit basic, but he's the most popular author in the genre."    “Wow, that sounded really smart." She smiled and grabbed my arm, sneaking a feel of my bicep. “Do you workout?" She asked.    “Up until recently I had gym class three days a week." I smiled back at her.    “Me and you should get together for a workout some time. I have a killer glute routine."    “Yeah, that sounds nice." I said gently.    We exited the building and the women stood with me.    "So how do you feel little Ronny did today?” Mrs Bigby asked Caitlyn.    “I think he did quite well. He washed a whole sink full of glassware."    “That's great. Did he break any of it?"    “Nope. Not a thing."    “Great job big boy!" Mrs Bigby reached up and patted me on the head.    Caitlyn's small feminine body was so perfect I couldn't help but ogle her. I couldn't help but notice one of her shirt buttons had become undone where it wasn't before and a little bit more cleavage was visible.    Caitlyn caught me staring and she didn't move away. She smiled and tilted her head. “Thirsty?" She asked.    “What? Oh uh no. I'm sorry." I turned to look away.    “It's ok. They're just boobs. You can look, you just gotta be sneakier. She smiled and patted my shoulder.    I nodded and then heard a car pull up. The window rolled down and Trina called out. “Wow look at my big strong boy after his hard days work with all these women around to see him off. Are you ready to come home with me and be babysat?"    “Yes Miss Trina." I agreed in a soft groan.    “Thanks for watching this little boy! I know he's a handful."    Mrs Bigby leaned down. “Nothing we couldn't handle."    I climbed in the car and Caitlyn bent down to say goodbye. Trina noticed and immediately stuck her hand down my pants to check my training pants. “Wow, only a little bit wet. That's impressive for you!” She praised me.   "I'm not wet! I didn't have an accident at all!” I argued."    Caitlyn brushed my hair with her fingers. “It's ok, I believe her. It's ok that you have accidents, I don't hold that against you. You have a condition. But lying about accidents is a big no no."    “But I'm not lying, you can check me."    Trina smirked and looked at Caitlyn. “Toddlers, I don't know why they lie."    “Oh, are you a toddler? I thought you were at least five."    “I've been assessed as 7." I corrected her.    “How old are you chronologically?"    “I'm 27."    " Wow, a whole 20 years of no development.” Mrs Bigby chimed in.”    "I've been developing! I was 5 seven years ago!”    They all laughed and I felt embarrassed at how slowly I've been developing. I stroked my five o'clock shadow to try and feel more manly but Trina spoke again.    “Well I should get him home and changed. See ya!" She put the car in drive and drove away.    "Why did you tell her I was wet?” I sulked.    "She looked romantically interested in you. I wanted to make sure she knew how little you are.”    “It's not fair. Other people get to have subtlety when flirting. Why not me?"    “Because I'm in charge and I say you don't.”   We drove for a while and eventually got to Trina's apartment building. It was a beautiful grey building with balconies all around. Trina was 25, but with her job as an accountant working from home she could afford it. Babysitting on the side was also an option to make extra money. As cruel as she was, she was also loaded.    We got out of the car and walked into the building. We got in an elevator and went all the way up to the 12th floor. We walked down the hall aways and Trina typed a code into the door which unlocked the apartment. We walked in.    “Ok, why don’t you hop in the playpen so I can get back to work.”    “Can I use the bathroom first? I haven't gone in a few hours.”    “Oh ok, I’ll help you.” Trina said.    We walked back the hall, beige walls filled the space and many rooms.    “I don’t need help, you know.”    “I just wanna make sure you do it right. I’ve noticed sometimes you try to stand up and pee and you miss so I wanna make sure you sit down.”    “Yes ma’am.” We walked into the bathroom and I pulled my pants and trainers down. I sat on the toilet and Trina stared intently at my meat rod. I started peeing and she gently placed her hand on it to make sure it was pointed down into the toilet bowl. The thing sprang up. Trina was by no means hot, but she was still a woman, touching me there. The pee stopped.    “Done already?” She asked.    “I can’t pee when I’m, like this.” I paused in the middle.    “I understand. It’s so pathetic that just this much contact arouses you.”    “Please don’t say that. I’m trying really hard.”   “The hardness is the issue.” She quipped.    I managed to get myself soft again and finished peeing. Trina grabbed some toilet paper and dabbed the tip then she stood me up and pulled up my trainers.    “Good job, now step out of your pants.”    “What? Why?” I asked.    “It’s easier to check you without them on.”    I stepped out of my pants and walked out into the living room. “Can I sit on the couch and watch TV?”    “Nope. You gotta go in the playpen so I know you won’t hurt yourself if I’m not paying attention.”    I climbed over the multicoloured plastic walls and sat down on the interlocking sponge mats. I waited for Trina to get back on her work computer then I looked at my phone and saw a message from Caitlyn.    “Hi Ronny. I like your poems. They’re very thoughtful. You never think of the deep inner lives of people stuck in childhood.”    I messaged her back “It’s a harder life than most think. Being kept away from independence from the very nature of so many human experiences. More than anything I’d love to have my own apartment. To go out late at night with friends and go to work and be paid normally. But that’s not an option for me. I’m stuck in a constant state of childhood, unable to grow up and find my way in the world.”    “I’m so sorry, that must be so difficult. Have you ever been with a woman before?”    “I have. My babysitter Gwen lets me sometimes. She even gives me pity sex when she’s bored. I’ve had two girlfriends besides that. One who also had IPD and a woman I met when I worked at a gas station briefly.”    “That’s cool. I’ve been with a lot of men. Trying a boy might be fun. Would you ever wanna go on a date with me?”    “I would love to :D.” I said.    “Where and when?” She asked.    “Let me ask to see when my chaperones are available!”    I changed apps and texted Gwen. Gwen was a solid lady and she didn’t mind taking me on dates and chaperoning.    “Hey Gwen! I was wondering if you’re free some time this week. I got asked out and I really wanna go!”    She took a while to respond but when she did. “I’m good tomorrow evening if you’d like.”   “That would be great! Thank you so much!” Now that I had an authority figure on board I could go on this date for sure.    I texted Caitlyn. “My chaperone says she’s available tomorrow evening. Is that good for you?”    “Absolutly, little man!”    I smiled and pressed my phone to my chest. A date with Caitlyn already. I could be adopted quite soon.      A few hours went by of sitting in the play pen and scrolling on my phone. Trina had her headphones on, so she could talk to clients. I felt myself needing to pee. “Trina!” I called out. “Triiinaaaa!” She didn’t even look at me. “I gotta use the bathroom again!” No response.    I sat there and shifted around, trying to get comfortable but the pressure on my bladder was too much. Eventually I lost control and peed in my training pants. I sat in my wet trainers for quite a while until Trina took her headphones off and said “Are you ready for some juice and a snack?” She stopped because she saw me pouting. “What happened?”    “I had an accident because you didn’t respond and let me out of the play pen.” I sulked.    “Aww. You poor thing. But good on you for following the rules.” She grabbed my arm and helped me up then she said “I don’t have any changes of training pants for you so I’ll put you in one of Ricky’s pull-ups.”    Ricky was a 21 year old with the condition, some times we were babysat together and since we’re both mentally 7 we were in a lot of the same classes. She guided me into the guest bedroom and laid me down on the bed. She pulled down my trainers and walked them over to the bathtub before rinsing and ringing them out. She came back in and grabbed some baby wipes then she wiped me down very thoroughly. Then she grabbed a pull-up from the dresser and lifted my legs, putting the pull-up on them and pulling them up. I lifted my butt and accepted the pull-up around my hips.    “Good boy.” She said, as she patted the front. These weren’t as thick as my training pants, but they were a step down because they were disposable. The imprint of my enchanted lance could be seen through the padding. “Now let’s try extra hard to make it next time.” She smiled patronizingly as she helped me up.    “Yes ma’am.”    We went back out to the kitchen and Trina poured me some juice in a sippy cup.   

Ich bevorzuge jetzt immer noch die selben Strafinstrumente wie meine Stiefmutter sie bei mir anwendete. Die Strafinstrumente hingen für alle sichtbar im Flur. Es waren Riemen, Lederpeitschen und der Rohrstock. Ich musste ja immer eine Gummihose tragen. Wenn Mutti mich prügeln wollte gab sie mir einen Klaps auf die Gummihose und ich wusste das ich die Peitsche holen sollte. Ich gab ihr die Peitsche und bat sie mich auszupeitschen. Ich mochte es wirklich wenn ich von ihr, vor zuschauern, ausgepeitscht wurde. 

It didn’t take long for Maddison to fall asleep in her mommies' laps; she was then carried to bed, a pacifier placed in her mouth. As she tucked her in, Camilla whispered, "Goodnight, little princess." Downstairs, Camilla had prepared a spread of snacks and some tea. As they chatted about various things, the topic of Maddison came up. "Did you see how happy she was?" Camilla asked. "Oh, definitely," Ana replied. "She’s always enjoyed things like this." Camilla continued, "I did ask her if she wanted to be a teenager or a 'big baby,' and she said she wants to stay a teenager." Ana had suspected as much, but added, "It’s always good for us to have these moments with her—treating her a bit more like a child and showering her with affection." Camilla agreed, then heard Ana ask, "But how should we adjust her 'teenager' routine?"

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