Trading Post

Unfortunately for Madison due to the tickling and holding it in her bladder couldn't take it and a loud hiss could be heard, "Well it looks like my little princess's bladder decided for her." Camilla put Madison down as she pulled the front of the girl's diaper and saw that the girl was indeed wet. "Don't worry sweetie it's only a little bit wet you can continue playing and when it's a bit more full I'll change you."

I am an enthousiastic DL! I like the humiliation associated with diapers, hence I do like to read AB stories on DD, particularly those that feature some humiliation. However, I am not an AB myself and consider myself 100% a diaper lover, even if i do understand the AB side. I have been fascinated by diapers ever since i was a little kid and before I understood what sexual feelings are or that the uncanny feeling in my body actually had a sexual component. When puberty hit, that because very clear of course, even though it took time for me to find the courage to own up to it.

Man, it's been a lot more than a year and a half, but I have the next chapter! As a CONTENT WARNING: slur towards people with mental disabilities by an antagonist (and another demeaning term said by another character in response to said antagonist.)   But without further ado, here's the third chapter:   -   Chapter Three: Family Confrontation   -   The uproar of the media and flash of the cameras only made Remus’s face flush further in embarrassment as they felt their diaper flood.   “Okay, okay, calm down!” a moderator - thankfully - cut through the noise.   “Remus, is there any reason you wear?” Nolan asked aggressively. “Medical? Practicality? Fetish?”   The enby person froze, their inner fury at Trix revealing their second darkest secret coming out in their next words.   “How about ‘no comment’ and ‘none of your spiritsdamned business’?!” they spat wrathfully. The words tumbled out before they could take them back, “And it’s none of Trix’s spiritsdamned business either!”   They walked off of the podium to the back room, ignoring the newspeople shouting in the background, the moderator trying to keep everyone in check, and the clicking of cameras to their shame, all the while trying not to sob.   They were ruined. The embarrassment alone was bad enough, and the negative press would probably say all kinds of shit. The reasons behind the question even being a question were worse. And by saying Trix’s name in a negative light, it would come back to bite them - and possibly the Equinox family - in the ass by her powerful family, possibly in a lawsuit.   But she had no right to do this to them! This was not her problem, not her cross to bear! She had no right to leak something like this publicly!   Remus gritted their teeth, the tears freely flowing at this point as they walked into the private area, seeing Quin and Cal - thankfully both of them alone - both looking stunned.   Cal opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it, as if even he didn’t have the words. But Quin did.   “R-Remy…” the elf said miserably, her glowing eyes subdued and filled with guilt. “I…I had no…”   “No idea?! BULLSHIT! You had to know she’d jump at the chance to pull this stunt gleefully!” Remus snapped at her before turning to Cal, further venting their spleen. “And you, thinking that I had nothing to be ashamed of, if my fucking secret got public! I have everything to be ashamed of, at this point! I’m going to be a fucking laughingstock for the rest of my life! All I want to do is just swim, just compete without this extra shit on my plate! Is that too much to ask?! Is it just…too…”   Their breath hitched, and they broke down in tears. They sat down hard on the floor, sobbing their eyes out while covering their head in their arms and knees, like they were a child again.   “Remus.”   They froze, not turning around and trying to cover their head deeper into their body as they continued to cry, knowing the powerful voice behind them, knowing that they were screwed now that the esquires of the Equinox family - Mr. Equinox and Mrs. Sirius - had arrived, knowing that the rest of the family had been brought along with them…including their younger siblings, Nox and Eek, who already didn’t like the adopted human and weren’t even subtle about it, but they were surprisingly quiet, with not even a word of their usual annoyance towards them.   They didn’t expect the next words.   “Remus, we’re not mad at you at all,” Mrs. Sirius said gently. Remus, who was stunned at the words, turned to face the tall and slender elf matriarch. Her long pale-blonde hair, with nary a hint of gray, was in a bun away from her kind glowing green eyes, eyes that showed nothing but compassion towards the enby person. “Trix went way too far. This is her fault. Nobody else's, especially not yours.”   Remus looked at Mrs. Sirius in shock. They knew that the head of the Sirius Medical/Pharmaceutical company - who kept her name instead of adopting her husband’s; not exactly common, but not exactly rare either - was kind to adopt them, but after putting heat on their family by calling out Trix? This…this was unexpected.   Still, they were scared; they knew just how much power the DAs of Dawningshire had. “B-but, the Bellatrixes-”   “We can handle them, Remus,” Mr. Equinox said, his tone reassuring. The tall, slim, austere Equinox patriarch, and the head of Equinox Electronics Eternal, had glowing blue eyes that were calm, yet sympathetic, his golden-blond hair (also without any gray) gelled with liquid sunlight (an older haircare item) and slicked back down to the nape of his neck. “I think that the Ocean Slalom Federation and the International Olympics Committee won’t take too kindly to what she did, and her mother and father can’t pay them off to keep her place amongst them; what she did was awful.”   “Remy, nobody’s mad or embarrassed at you,” Cal said, his voice surprisingly gentle, like ocean waves calmly lapping against a cliff. “You have absolutely no reason to be ashamed of this.”   “We’re with you, Remy,” Quin said, her glowing eyes kind. “Always. No matter what.”   They looked at Nox and Eek and noted that even they looked sympathetic; it was obvious that they hated what Trix did just as much as everyone else, that even they thought it went way too far, even with their understandable anger and resentment towards the enby person.   Remus was still crying, but it was tears of gratitude this time as they hugged their adopted parents. The elf parents, to their credit, immediately reciprocated the hug, along with Quin and Cal. Their other siblings stood to the side, still aloof toward Remus, but they supposed they couldn’t begrudge them for that; elves and dwarves never adopted homeless humans. Homeless people of their race? Absolutely fair game, and it happened a ton. It was exceptionally rare that any homeless shelters in the Two Cities had elf and dwarf children still in their custody, even teenagers; the two races gladly took care of their own. Humans? It never happened...except with them.   They knew that they were lucky. A teenaged human would’ve been unadoptable enough; even the rare humans who were adopted in the Two Cities were adopted as little children or younger and only by other humans living there, but they happened to be enby and incontinent as well. Three strikes, and then there was the verbal refusal of the two younger siblings to ever accept them at all (they knew that Nox and Eek, while not bad people, were definitely bigoted against humanity. Not that they could blame them.) that would’ve normally destroyed any opportunity…except for Quin.   And they had shouted at her and Cal, just for doing their jobs, just for trying to help.   “I’m sorry for shouting at you, Quin, Cal,” they said, their voice trembling with remorse, biting their lip, tears still freely flowing like waterfalls. “I know I was rude, and-”   “Hey, you know we don’t take it personal, Remy,” Cal said, his voice still exceedingly gentle. “It wasn’t out of anything towards us, we know that.”   “We can just blame Trix together,” Quin said with a smirk. “She’s probably going to be disqualified.”   “Except we’ll still have to see her at college on Monday, and it’s already Saturday,” the enby person said bluntly. “And she and her spiritsdamned family aren’t-”   “Pardon our interruption, but can we talk?”   Remus froze at the new people speaking. The Bellatrix family had arrived with Trix giving them a horrible smirk behind her parents. She nonchalantly brushed her long flaming red hair away from her smug glowing blue eyes.   Mr. and Mrs. Bellatrix were tall, slender elves with short flaming red hair and annoyed glowing blue eyes that their daughter clearly got from them. The annoyance in their eyes was such as if they didn’t even want to deign to talk to the other family, but had to. Trix stood right behind them, as if she expected Mommy and Daddy to fix things for her screwup.   “Yes, Mrs. Bellatrix, what seems to be the problem?” Mrs. Sirius asked, her voice calm.   “I know your…child said something about our daughter?” Mrs. Bellatrix said haughtily. “That it was her fault for your child’s…misfortune?”   “Your child took a secret about Remus’s disability and made it public for the whole world to know,” Mr. Equinox said, his voice calm and stern. “I take it that the OSF and IOC told her it was psychological abuse?”   “I want your adopted son to recant his baseless accusations,” Mr. Bellatrix said, his own voice extremely annoyed as he spat out the word “adopted” as if it was the vilest slur he could think of, without even mentioning the purposeful misgendering. “If he doesn’t-”   “They,” Quin corrected, her voice trying to keep the anger out. “Remus is nonbinary.”   “Mr. Equinox, Mrs. Sirius, can you keep your daughter from speaking out of turn?” Mrs. Bellatrix asked, her voice as frigid as a moonless winter night. “It seems as though you don’t treat your children with any proper discipline, and the company you keep is questionable as well.”   Remus saw Cal’s completely black eyes narrow to slits. “Do not bring me into your personal problems,” he growled.   Mrs. Bellatrix chuckled darkly. “Your brother is a known violent criminal, the leader of a lawbreaking biker gang; the only reason we can’t prosecute you, him, and the rest of your riff-raff family to the fullest extent of the law is because-”   “Because you have no authority in Duskenstoning. I know the laws of the Two Cities as well as you do, if not more,” Cal retorted.   “Child of sand, please.” Mr. Bellatrix’s contemptuous tone was clear, and Cal held back a snarl as the slur towards dwarves was said to him: “Sand”, meaning an oath breaker, someone who couldn’t keep a promise, someone whose word was untrustworthy - and a dwarf’s word had to be as solid as stone and meant everything to them - although it certainly meant more and certainly implied much worse. “As I said, the company you keep is poor - and that’s not even getting into your delinquent son and those equally miscreant friends of his.”   Nox hissed furiously at the Bellatrixes, while Trix smirked behind her parents’ backs. Eek merely shrunk away, obviously not wanting the fight (although Remus couldn’t really blame her; the girl was an extremely shy, albeit incredibly intelligent, underaged high schooler who only had one true friend: a fellow underaged high schooler.).   “Calm your son before we have him arrested,” Mrs. Bellatrix said, her voice still haughty.   “How - dare - you?” Mr. Equinox growled, his tone a razor’s edge ready to cut a bitch. “Leave my son out of your petty squabble.”   “I’ll defend him, and I’ll win,” Cal said immediately after Equinox patriarch’s final word. “You are not in charge of juvenile court for either Dawningshire or Duskenstoning - you are in charge of prosecution for adult courts only. You do not have jurisdiction there; that is the job of the Canopus family and Juvenilelawstone dwarves, respectively. You don’t even have a cause for arrest, nor actual charges that will stick.” His eyes were still narrowed to angry slits. “Don’t think you can out-lawyer me; I passed Duskenstoning’s top law school summa cum laude and-”   “And you’re still in college somehow, because you’re completely retarded everywhere else,” Trix sneered.   “Still in Dawningshire’s top college as a graduate along with Remus and Quin, as you well know,” Cal corrected. “Trix, you know damned well that I passed Duskenstoning law school summa cum laude and passed the Two Cities bar when I was fifteen.”   “And my parents were lawyers while you were in diapers.” Trix’s cruel words fit her eyes, which were glittering with delight. “Just like Remus here still is, the little baby.”   “And that ‘little baby’ kicked your ass in ocean slalom,” Quin snapped, contempt dripping from her every inflection. “And then you had to go and ruin their happiness by being petty. Good job, little buddy. You’re the absolute worst, the most spoiled little princess of a sore loser this world has ever seen.”   “Your children and their young friends should not be seen nor heard, or we will sue all of your families for everything you’re worth!” Mr. Bellatrix snapped, as Trix very obviously fumed from Quin’s words. “Our daughter will compete in the Olympics, no matter what the IOC and OSF say.”   “So, you did get suspended from competition, Trix,” Remus said dryly. “I’ll see you in school on Monday.”   “Go fucking screw yourself, you soulless, warped, degenerate FUCK!” Trix spat impotently.   Degenerate? If only you knew why I have to wear diapers, Remus thought, their mind stuck on their absolute darkest day, even as the Bellatrix family stalked away from the Equinox family, both of them carrying their still-swearing and screaming daughter away from the scene as if she was a naughty toddler.   The real reason. It was their darkest secret, something they hadn’t even told their adopted family, something that they wanted to hide for the rest of their life, a secret that only two people knew the full story of: Quin and Cal. It was the reason why Cal was desperate to find Remus a home before they got sent to an orphanage where he couldn’t find them, the reason why Quin begged her parents to take them in, both of them knowing exactly what happened.   But they hadn’t even told Quin and Cal how it all started. That was Remus’s secret alone to bear and something that they never wanted to share, never wanted to make public, never wanted a chance to get public.   If only anyone truly knew…   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

Well, it's been a while, but I have the sixth chapter! First, the reply, though~     Thank you, and I am absolutely writing more~   Content warning for mental regression and brainwashing. As usual, viewer discretion is advised. Now, here it is~:   -   Chapter Six: Losing Control   -   I was inwardly panicking, and Blizzard was freaking out as well as the room’s nursery rhymes drilled themselves in my brain, causing it to fog up.   “Miri, I don’t like this…” Blizzard said, its voice filled with trepidation.   I wanted to leave, but something stopped me, as I felt my diaper get soggy and mushy at the same time, and I started drooling without any provocation.   “Miri, this isn’t good!”   Blizzard’s screaming voice seemed far away as my normal thoughts started to go away as well, all of them crammed into a very small part of my brain, a part that was screaming at me to get the fuck out of here. I started clutching the stuffed bat in both arms as though I was a young toddler holding her favorite plushie. Even things like numbers, letters, shapes, and colors were starting to be hard to fathom, and all of the adult lessons and subjects I had learned - with not even kindergarten and preschool lessons and subjects being spared - were slipping away from me, like I was trying to hold on to a greased pig. My legs wobbled, and I felt unable to even stand on my own, quickly falling on the carpeted floor ass-first, a telltale squelch from my diaper clearly audible. I was still drooling into my blouse with a stupid grin on my face that I wasn’t in control of, horrified that my own body - all of my body - was betraying me. Somehow, I had managed to hold on to Blizzard through all of it.   “Good, Bree-Bree,” Dr. Slocum cooed at me. I heard myself giggle as she got out a pink dress with a flared-out skirt and a new, completely infantile diaper with cartoon princesses - both somehow my size - changing me out of my adult clothes, my arms and legs feeling like dead weight as she continued talking. “Remember, you’re just a little baby here. No need to be shy; just act your age. Say ‘mommy’.”   “Muuu,” I tried my hardest to repeat the word, but something was preventing me from saying anything comprehensible, period. “Baaagooo!” The vast majority of me felt proud of me saying a word, even though the tiniest part knew it was wrong; I was still saying words, after all!   “It’s okay, you’re a little too young for that,” Dr. Slocum said, her voice turning cold as she put the dress on me. “Never expected you to react to the subliminal nursery rhymes so quickly, but then again, you’re probably just a stupid little baby whore in your normal life. You just haven’t admitted it yet. Now, listen to the nursery rhymes.”   I felt what little was left of my adult mind screaming in terror, but most of my mind had apparently gone back to infancy. I kept shitting and pissing on the floor, giggling as I did so, trying to clap my hands together to the rhythm of the nursery rhymes and failing even at that, realizing that my motor skills were completely gone as well.   “Good baby,” the doctor whispered as she cleaned my dirty bottom up and put the diaper on like a fucking expert who had done this many times before. “Now, let’s get you some num-nums in your tum-tum; I bet you haven’t eaten in a long time.”   A large part of me - both baby and grown woman - knew she was right; I hadn’t eaten anything today. The part of me that was trapped didn’t want to eat anything she had prepared for me, but it was helpless to speak as she picked me up over her shoulder before going to a giant highchair large enough to fit adults like me.   The crazy doctor bitch placed me in the highchair, strapping me to it and putting the feeding tray down as she prepared something in a nearby microwave.   Why the fuck does she have a microwave? one of my random adult thoughts wondered. “Miri, she’s literally regressed your mind and is treating you like an infant, and you’re worried about her having a MICROWAVE?!” Blizzard shouted in disbelief, its voice far away as I continued to clutch it…until the doctor took it away, roughly throwing it in a playpen area, and put an enormous bowl of what looked like thick, creamy, unappetizing mush on the feeding tray of the highchair.   My bottom lip quivered, tears sprung to my eyes, and I started to bawl like an upset infant, kicking my legs against the highchair, the remaining adult thoughts embarrassed by my crying tantrum…but they agree with the infant on one thing: I didn’t want Blizzy taken away. I didn’t want him gone! I needed him!   “Aww, it’s okay, Bree-Bree,” the doctor said, putting a pink bib reading “Mommy’s Baby Girl” around my neck before dipping a large spoon in the mush. “You’ll get your stuffy back after I feed you. Open wide for the train! Chugga-chugga woo woo!”   I opened my mouth, and she stuffed the mush in it. To my surprise, it tasted like a mix of oatmeal and applesauce. I was drumming my legs against the highchair, this time in happiness (my trapped adult mind was stunned and in disbelief), wanting more of the mush (to my adult mind’s disgust).   The crazy shrink continued to feed me the oatmeal/applesauce mixture fast enough where I barely had time to swallow, despite me feeling full and bloated halfway through the bowl. I was getting a lot of it on my face instead of my mouth, spilling a lot of it on my bib, as she scooped the spills up and fed them to me.   NO, IT’S NOT YOUR BIB! THAT’S FOR BABIES, NOT YOU! My adult mind was screaming as loud as it could, loud enough to possibly break the highest decibel rating, and yet it didn’t even come close to piercing the fog on the rest of my brain.   The doctor was almost done as I continued to swallow the mush in a docile manner, continued making a mess, in contrast to my adult mind emphatically saying I should throw the bowl at her fucking face. I attempted to follow my adult mind, but only succeeded in putting my hand in the food, spilling most of what was left of it on the feeding tray.   “Ah, ah, ah, messy girl,” Dr. Slocum said as she wiped my hand and face with a wet wipe. “You don’t feed yourself; you’re far too young for that. Let Mommy feed you.” She put one last glob of mush in my mouth. “Good girl! Good girls get their babas!”   I wanted to protest; I felt so full and bloated already, the bloating almost like a bad period, but she drew out two clear plastic adult-sized baby bottles (how the fuck did these things come in twenty-four ounces?!) of pure white milk from a nearby refrigerator (also, how the fuck did she have a fucking fridge in that room?!) and grinned at me.   “Guess whose milk it is?” the crazy bitch of a shrink sang, the stupid repeating nursery rhymes still echoing in the room and in my now-babyish mind as she took off the messy bib. “It’s mine. One of these days, I’ll nurse you personally, but since this is your first time and Beryl asked me on short notice, I have to speed things up.”   FUUUUUUCK! my adult mind screamed, but it sounded so far away, miles away from where I currently was.   Dr. Slocum unstrapped the belt that kept me locked into the highchair and took me out, holding me in her arms. Blizzard was still a long way away from me, over by a playpen, and it was trying to snap me out of it by talking, but all of the words were too complicated to follow as I grinned foolishly, unable to fight against the deranged bitch.   No, it wasn’t just inability; it was that I didn’t want to fight.   And that scared the utter shit out of me, more than anything else that was happening here.   She put the bottle tip in my mouth, not letting it out before I started nursing on it, that creamy goodness that tasted absolutely delicious, both hands holding it along with the crazy doctor not allowing a breath, even as a bit of the milk dribbled past my chin. I felt beyond bloated and full, but she didn’t move it until it was finished. Then came the second bottle, which had similar results to the first.   Blizzard’s voice was still trying to pierce the fog of my mind, but I knew it was too far gone for me to hear it, the baby part dominating everything as I finished drinking the milk from the second bottle. The doctor patted my back, and I let out a huge belch, still with that stupid grin on my face.   “Good burp, Bree-Bree!” she exclaimed, picking me up again and setting me in the playpen Blizzard was in. ”Now, babies always need their playtime, especially little baby whores like you. Enjoy your toys and listen to the voice.”   I clutched Blizzard like a lifeline, while crawling on the ground, and trying to play with the toys, with Dr. Slocum taking one of the blocks out of my mouth when I tried to put it in, giving me a pacifier instead, which I sucked on gleefully.   “Miri, please snap out of it!” the bat plush begged. “I promise I won’t talk, promise I won’t say another word if you wish, just please snap out of it and knock out that evil doctor!”   Blizz, I… The adult was trying to speak when the nursery rhymes stopped…and were followed by a voice that was gentle, yet forceful.   “Bree-Bree, you will listen to this voice like the good baby you are,” the crazy doctor’s voice came on. “Listen and relax. Listen well, like you would listen to Mommy.”   I realized that this was hypnosis, that it wasn’t how it normally worked…but somehow, it was working on me, my eyes becoming glassy, even Blizzard’s voice vanishing into nothingness as I fell into a trance state. I listened to the word that was supposed to be a trigger phrase for…something. I listened to the word attentively, again, and again, and again, more times than the limited numbers I could count…before the words stopped, and the noises returned back to the nursery rhymes.   I continued playing with the toys before I heard a loud, uncomfortable rumble in my stomach. The adult part of my mind realized exactly what was going to happen as I went on my hands and knees, grunting with exertion.   Then came the explosion of liquid shit erupting like fucking Mount St. Helens into my awaiting diaper, followed by ocean waves of piss as well, causing the thick diaper to sag dangerously.   And worse still…it felt good. It felt completely right to shit and piss myself like an infant. My dress (no, not your dress! the adult part thought desperately, even though it was barely registering.) was ruined, but as I rolled around in my mess, smearing it all over me, as I nursed on my pacifier, I found that I didn’t care. Mommy would help clean me up, since I couldn’t do it myself.   “Oh, aren’t you a dirty bitch, right, baby?” Dr. Slocum had appeared. “Goodness, you made a big mess for Mommy. But that’s why the adults are here, aren’t they? To wipe your filthy butt, you big baby whore?”   The words, even the harsh ones, still weren’t registering. I lay in a docile manner with my hands by my sides, the doctor quickly changing me out of the dress, putting a fresh and very thick diaper on me before dressing me in my original clothes.   “And now, when the nursery rhymes stop, you will forget this session. You will remember nothing of the triggering word, and will act only to the word I mentioned when it is mentioned by someone else. You will forget the entirety of this session. You will not be able to tell your caretaker what happened here, and you will not be able to explain why the triggering word affects you when someone says it. Understood, baby?”   I nodded, my eyes still glassy as I sat on the thick diaper. The nursery rhymes slowly came to a stop.   Then I woke up.   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

Maddison smiled and joined in the fun, laughing at the tickling. "That's why I'm your mini-teenager, I can wear a diaper if I want, but I can use the potty too."