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Joey has to go out to the mall. No matter how much he wants to hide from the world, it seems that the world demands to see him. After an embarrassing trip into a store, it's time for an unexpected stop. ---    I make all my money from writing. It is the only income I have and every single cent goes to keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. I am IMMENSELY grateful to all of my wonderful subscribers who allow me to do this for a living. If you enjoy my writing you can find benefits such as early access to everything I post and 30+ complete stories that are EXCLUSIVE to my subscriber pages. If you are interested, I would be forever grateful for you checking out my subscriber pages below (the same content is posted on both).   https://reamstories.com/elfy/   https://subscribestar.art/elfy   ---  The drive was humiliating. Joey had no way of hiding himself from people who might look in the window and see what he was sitting on. The way the car seat curved underneath him, it seemed to thrust his crotch up and make his padded underwear that much more obvious. He spent most of the journey trying to hide his face whilst also peeking out between his fingers to see if he could see anyone he knew. As usual, Fran seemed either unaware or unmoved by his plight. At a red light, not far from the mall parking lot, Joey let go and wet his diaper. The warm liquid splashing over his crotch and into the thirsty padding. He felt like such a baby. Sat in an overgrown car seat and wetting himself pathetically. He glanced sideways at his baby brother who seemed completely unconcerned about anything that was happening. Joey found himself feeling jealous of Lucas. What he wouldn’t have given to have that same uncaring nonchalance about the world around him… Fran drove into the multistorey car park and soon found a space. She parked in a family bay near the main entrance. Joey cringed at how many people were walking past the car, he wanted to hide but the straps on his chair kept him firmly in place. “Right, just a moment.” Fran said as she stepped out of the car and closed the door behind her. “Hurry…” Joey whined to himself. Joey thought his mom was going to go straight to the backseat to let him out of the oversized booster that he was sitting on, instead, she went to the trunk of the car and opened it. Joey kept his eyes away from the windows and tried to ignore the people that were double taking when they glanced in. When Fran reappeared next to Joey’s door, it was with a stroller unfolded. For a horrifying second Joey feared it was going to be for him, but then he realised that, unlike the car seat, the stroller was normal sized. It was for Lucas. The relief almost made him forget what a horrible position he was in for a few seconds. Then the door opened, and Fran leaned in. “Can I just wait here?” Joey asked plaintively. “Absolutely not.” Fran replied as she reached behind the seat for a release button to the straps, “I’m not going to leave my baby in a car unattended!” Joey let his head fall back so that it hit the rigid rear of the seat. When he felt the straps loosen, he was only too happy to jump out of the car. He was worried that people might see his diaper, but they would definitely notice him sitting in that seat. “Stay there.” Fran said. She took Joey’s hand and placed it on the metal just below one of the stroller’s handles, “And keep hold of that.” Joey looked away. He was so embarrassed. He hated the idea that people were seeing him be directed like a toddler, as if he might wander off if left alone for a second. If he hadn’t been so worried about causing a scene, he would’ve said as much to his mother. He knew Fran wouldn’t have had any problem telling him off if he spoke out of line. Fran got Lucas out of the car and the youngest brother was soon sat in the stroller. Joey kept hold of the handle, just like he was told, and as they walked into the mall, he made sure not to let go despite his brain telling him to do so. He wished more than anything that there was a quiet corner or small room that he could go and hide in forever. “Why are we here anyway?” Joey asked. “We need to do some shopping.” Fran replied, “We need some diapers for you and some pull-ups for Lucas, I think he’s getting close to big boy pants.” Just like every time his mother was indiscreet about his diapers, Joey looked around for anyone who might’ve been eavesdropping. Thankfully the general noise of the mall and everyone being there for their own reasons meant no one noticed. He still wished his mother could show more discretion. He was so anxious about being overheard that it took him a few seconds to take in that Lucas was going to be potty training at the same time his own toilet privileges had been revoked. It was a humiliating thing to have to face as an eighteen-year-old. “Then we need to go to the hairdressers.” Fran continued. As she spoke, she leaned forwards and ruffled Lucas’s hair causing him to look up at her indignantly. “Great…” Joey sighed. He knew from past experience that Lucas’s haircuts could take a while, especially if the place was busy. The stroller moved through the crowds towards a specialist baby store near the back of the mall. It had a large shop window which always seemed to have at least a few little kids looking in. Joey had to admit that the panorama they had made with specially crafted toys, and a model train set was pretty cool. The inside of the store was much quieter than the rest of the mall. There didn’t seem to be many customers, and those that were there were all with young children of various ages. It was an impressive store. They seemed to sell pretty much everything a parent would need, and whilst it focused on babies they still had plenty of stock for children that were a little older, though nothing that would interest someone Joey’s age. Fran wheeled them past a few clothing displays and made sure to keep the stroller away from the toy section. Joey knew that if Lucas saw all the colourful bits of plastic there, he would cause a fuss until they left with something. On the right-hand side of the store were the shelves for diapers. They really catered for every option here as well, from bulky cloth diapers to small incontinence slips and everything in between. To Joey’s embarrassment they even had diapers that would fit him. “I think we’ll get three packs.” Fran said as she lifted one pack up, “That should be enough for a little while. Damn, I should’ve got a cart. Joey, I’m going to need you to hold one of them.” “Me!?” Joey’s face was burning a bright red. He continued in a whisper, “But, Mommy, people will know they are for me!” “And?” Fran raised her eyebrows, “There are plenty of little boys and girls your age who wear diapers.” “I’m eighteen…” Joey said. A light green rectangular packet was being thrust into his hands. He took it with the one that wasn’t holding on to the stroller. “And down here we have the pull-ups.” Fran moved around to stand in front of the stroller, “Ooh, look, Lucas! They’ve got ones with that puppy show you like!” Fran picked up a colourful packet of pull-ups and held them up for Lucas to see. Alongside the pictures of the cartoon dogs was a child, about Lucas’s age, sitting on a potty with one of the pull-ups around his ankles and smiling. “Don’t wan ‘em!” Lucas said sulkily. “Why not?” Fran asked. “Want diapers!” Lucas folded his arms across his chest and pouted. “Sweetie, we talked about this.” Fran said patiently, “When you’re a big boy you get to wear big boy pants like these.” “Joey doesn’t!” Lucas fired back. Joey couldn’t help feeling a sense of schadenfreude despite his position. It was true. Right there and then, Joey was evidence that not all big boys wore big boy pants, Fran had said so herself. Had she known Lucas was listening she might’ve chosen her words more carefully. Joey’s smile didn’t last long though, not when he saw a young mother with a baby clutched to her chest looking at the diapers he was holding. “Well, that’s because…” Fran paused. It seemed like she was trying to think of the best counter to Lucas’s argument, “Well, that’s because Joey isn’t a big boy.” Joey’s eyes went wide, and he turned an even deeper shade of red. It wasn’t long ago that he would’ve argued the point, but after the events on his last day at school and since, he didn’t really feel like he could make that argument. He swallowed down the shame that threatened to choke him. It always felt, in moments like that one, that the diaper he was wearing seemed to double in size. “But… he’s big.” Lucas said with a confused voice. “He’s wearing diapers, sweetie.” Fran said. She shook her head, “He’s not big.” Whilst Lucas thought over their mother’s logic, Joey hung his head in shame. He wished he hadn’t left the pacifier in the car. He was in public, but he was so desperate for relief it may not have mattered. Besides, at that point, he felt like a little kid. Lucas eventually assented and he was given a packet to hold. The stroller was wheeled to the checkout, and Joey sheepishly placed the disposables that he would one day be wearing on to the counter. They were bagged up and paid for, and Joey carried a large plastic bag with a couple of the packets of diapers out of the store. He was very grateful the bag’s plastic wasn’t see-through. “OK, haircut next.” Fran said, “Just down here.” The stroller rolled back towards the front of the store. Joey looked through the window as soon as they drew level with the hairdressers and was glad to see that there were empty seats, it meant they wouldn’t have long to wait for Lucas. They went inside and up to the reception desk. “Hello, appointment for two.” Fran said the young woman at the computer. Joey frowned. It was still the morning. If the appointment was for two o’clock then they were several hours early. The woman typed into the computer, confirmed names, and then pointed at an empty chair in front of a mirror. “If you would like to take those two.” The woman said, “Someone will be with you shortly.” Once in front of the mirrors, Fran undid the straps on the stroller and lifted Lucas out. There were two chairs in front of them, and he was sat on the one that had the booster seat so he could see into the mirror. Joey remained behind, attached by one hand to the stroller. “Joey.” Fran said as she pointed at the other seat. “Me?” Joey said. “Yes.” Fran replied, “You’re getting a cut as well.” Joey didn’t understand. It hadn’t been too long since he’d had his hair styled and trimmed. It was a little long but not anywhere near the time that he would consider a haircut necessary. He slowly let go of the stroller, his palm felt clammy after it had been wrapped around the metal for so long. He placed the bag he was carrying in the seat and then slowly and suspiciously stepped forwards. “I don’t need a haircut.” Joey said. Though he still did as he was told and sat down in the seat. “I don’t think that look suits you.” Fran replied, “Now wait there. Hopefully we won’t have to wait too long.” Every time Joey had a decision made for him it was a jarring feeling. No matter how long he spent in his state of second babyhood he wasn’t used to just not getting a say in anything that happened to him. He looked at himself in the mirror and waited. He started to wonder if he should stop thinking about things, he was someone who usually thought about everything TOO much. He’d grown used to going as far as overthinking everything, but there was a certain appeal to just turning his brain off. Why stress himself any more than he had to? Joey was still staring at himself in the mirror and thinking when one of the hairdressers approached the three of them. Before the young woman managed to reach her two customers, she was intercepted by Fran who started talking to her quietly. All Joey could use to judge how things were going was the woman’s eyes. He saw confusion, then a frown and finally a little amusement as she nodded her head. “Alright, who am I doing first?” The hairdresser asked. “Me!” Lucas demanded. He was clearly getting bored and wanted to get back home as soon as possible. “Well, alright then!” The hairdresser laughed, “My name is Dana, OK? If you need me to stop or anything, just let me know.” Joey was looking across to Lucas in his chair. He saw Dana smile and then turn to look at him; her smile seemed to become just that much more amused. Joey had no idea what she found so funny, he really hoped his mom hadn’t revealed some embarrassing information to her. ---  If you enjoyed this update and want to see what happens next without waiting you can find part two posted at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/ms1lat8c054a4d/chapter/mw7vzwl9a7689113 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2776822

Chapter 9: Reunion Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 5 - Acceptance – LittleFallenPrincess     I DID NOT HOLD IT IN. I REPEAT, I DID NOT HOLD IT IN. I REGRET NOTHING!   After teasing Bea about her frankly adorable little nickname that her girlfriend calls her… ‘Honeybee’… the world was a blur as I was pulled over her lap. And with a little nod of permission from Vic… I knew my fate was sealed. But then… a little glimmer of hope… as her girlfriend stood over us, with me awkwardly staring at her feet because that’s all I could do from this position. “No sweetie,” she began, making me breathe a sigh of relief. Thank Dad… “...Let me.” Fuck.   “HOW DO YOURS HURT MORE THAN BEA’S?” I cried out, tears streaming down my face. Look… I’m a demon. I’m no stranger to torture and pain. Vic and I can be pretty kinky too. And I’m a slut for spankings. But this… this is cruel. This woman could teach my siblings a thing or two about torturing someone. Because my backside felt like it was on fire… and she was only using her hand! “Are you going to apologise for making fun of my little Honeybee?” she asked, sternly. “YES OH DAD YES! I’M SORRY!” I wailed, regretting my brattiness for the first time… maybe ever. “Victoria?” Sera turned to the side, leaving me still laying across her lap with my bare bum in the air, nappy pulled down around my ankles. “Yes, Sera?” she replied. “Permission to properly punish her?” I couldn’t see it, but I could just tell Vic had the biggest grin on her face right now. “Permission granted. Just… don’t be too mean, she was only a little bratty.” “Gotcha. Right, Nia?” “Y… yes?” I sobbed, trying to suppress how much pain I was in right now. And no, don’t worry, this wasn’t enough for me to say a safe word. But damn… It wasn’t far off. “I think I’m going to call you Nee-Nee,” she whispered to me, making sure no one else heard her. “YOU WOULDN’T!” I blurted out. “No? Don’t like that? Don’t want all your babyish friends to call you Nee-Nee?” “NO! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!” “...Anything?” I couldn’t see her face, but I could tell it was the face of pure evil as I dreaded my imminent fate.   “You missed a spot…” Grumbling, I bent down, showing off my nappy from underneath the maid uniform I was being made to wear. And if that wasn’t humiliating enough… I was being made to clean the back rooms of the Sanctuary, with Vic, Bea and Sera watching and instructing. The rest of our friends were chatting back in the playroom, but Bea and Sera wanted to chat to Vic in private, whilst also ensuring I didn’t get away with my earlier brattiness. So whilst I was using the feather duster to clean the bottom of a bookshelf, the three ‘adults’ chatted behind me. “So I hear you’re wanting to move out of the manor?” Bea asked. “How come?” “This little one,” Vic replied. “She wants something cosier. More like a home. More like… well, more like your house. A quiet little cottage not too far from the city, but far enough that it’s quiet.” I finished the spot I had ‘missed’ and stood up straight again, turning to the others for more instructions (there wasn’t any spot I missed, but I wasn’t going to argue back and earn myself another spanking from the mistress of pain over there, the one with the warmest, kindest face on her… the adorable little face hiding a monster behind it…). And as I did so, Bea was whispering with Sera for a moment, before she nodded back. “Why don’t you take our house for the time being?” asked Sera. “You can stay there until you’ve found or built a place of your own.” “Don’t be silly, we can’t just take your home from you. Where would you even stay?” “Here,” replied Bea. “Here? As in…” “At the Sanctuary, yeah. We want to be more visible, more sociable.” “What about the fact that Sera is a phoenix? I thought that would cause a bit of a fuss?” “We just won’t tell anyone that she’s a phoenix. We’ll say she’s undead or something.” “I guess if no one knew she was a phoenix, then there wouldn’t be an issue, provided she doesn’t burst into flames in the playroom… she does burst into flames, doesn’t she? I’ve only ever heard of the bird version of her kind.” “Yes, I burst into flames when I die,” Sera nodded. “Though I wonder if my cycle has been interrupted now, after all this. Because I can switch between little and Mummy headspaces whenever I want, hence why my little Honeybee and I are both teasing Nia…” “I’d tease her even if I was feeling little though, to be fair…” Bea laughed. I knew if I pouted at them now I’d just earn myself a spanking, and part of me is actually a little scared of Sera’s spankings… so I kept my pouting to myself and continued cleaning. “So you two are moving to the Sanctuary… and you’d be okay with me and Nia moving into your old place?” “I can use magic to customise it how you want too.” “How much for rent?” “Nothing. Vic, you gave me a job, a room, and a cover to keep my girl safe, even if you didn’t know it at the time. You owe me nothing. Plus I assume you’ll be looking for your own place as soon as possible, right?” “May even look into getting one built.” “But then it’s gonna be all new and boring and modern and bleeeeeeeeh!” I whined, taking a moment from pretending to clean to complain. “I think Beth can magically age it if you want?” Bea suggested. “Or we could just do the boring human thing and find a small little cottage near the city, but not too close, and actually go house shopping?” I suggested back. Vic thought to herself for a second. “I think that’s perfect. I think you deserve some boring human things. Though I will be asking for a little magical help getting your nursery set up…” My eyes widened as I knew she was going to get some really mean (but really fun) magical toys that will lead to my humiliation…   ------------------------------------------------------   “I think we should still look for the person who has been going around collecting the ingredients. Even if they gave them back, they are still a threat,” Beth said, as we were all gathered in the Sanctuary bar once again, after my little punishment in the maid’s uniform had ended. Back in my normal clothes but still thickly padded, we were all gathered at a couple of tables near the bar. A few of us had left at this point, now that the imminent danger was over, leaving just Bea and Sera, Susie and Beth, Vic and I… and Jen the dragon milf, who was working the bar still. The rest of the place was dead. “And most likely is the one with Titania’s ring… which I will get back and free that poor human. She’s probably become fae at this point, poor thing,” Bea sighed. “We need to return all the items if we can.” “There was nothing with Michael’s son or Sera’s body?” Susie asked. “Nothing,” Beth answered. “Which means this mystery person is still a threat, if not now, then potentially in the future. Anyone with that list is a potential threat. We can’t have anyone cast that spell, or it would tear apart the world and let some extremely bad threats out.” “So we still keep an eye on Nia, Lucifer and Sera. And Michael’s son.” “The waters haven’t been returned…” said a voice from behind. A voice I hadn’t heard in a long, long time. A rush of energy flowed through my body and I pounced up onto my chair, spinning around and staring directly into the eyes of the stranger who I hadn’t seen in a long time. “HADES!” “Hello Nia. Been a while.” And just like with any new person… I pounced.   “So, femboy, eh?” I asked Hades, as he sat on Persephone’s lap, whilst I was sat on Vic’s. The grown ups were talking, so that allowed us littles to chat a bit, and for me and Hades… allowed us to finally catch up. “Yup,” he replied. “And apparently you’re part angel now? So the curse is broken?” “You knew about it?” “Your sister warned me not to tell you about it, otherwise you’d forget all about me. And seeing as we didn’t hear from you for a long time…” “Yeah, that happened anyway when my memory got wiped. But it’s all back! Mostly, anyway.” “Glad to hear. We both missed you.” “I missed you both too! And I see that you’re also into the same thing as us, small world, eh?” “I know, right? Never would have thought you’d be a submissive…” he teased. “Me? What about you? You’re the one with that giant suit of armour you lunk around, pretending to be big and intimidating.” “Yeah but you knew even back then I was more submissive than dominant. You were one of the few who knew my real form.” “Well I’m proud of you, hun.” “For what?” he asked, confused. “For being yourself. For not hiding anymore.” His lil cheeks turned red in seconds. “So what’s this about you getting married?” “Changing the subject, eh?” “Ooooh yes!” Persephone butted in, getting distracted from her own conversation about boring grown up and Mummy things to get involved in our super duper interesting conversation. “When are you getting married? Can we get an invite?” “Of course!” I replied, instantly worrying I had just made the decision without my fiancée’s approval. So I looked up at my soon-to-be-wife, and put on my best puppy dog eyes. “Of course they can come. We’ll have plenty of room at the manor to host everyone who wants to attend.” “Can't you get married in a church? Isn’t that the usual human thing these days?” Persephone asked. “Part demon… also part angel. Pretty sure I’ll either burn into flames or ascend into heaven the moment I set foot on consecrated ground,” I joked. In reality… yes they could happen. But I don’t want to test that theory. “Plus I don’t think any church would let us because of their interpretation of Dad’s words… they wouldn’t allow two women to get married.” “Manor it is then!” Persephone laughed. “When is it?” “Well it was only a couple of months away, but then all this spell business happened…” Vic sighed. I could sense her disappointment. She was so looking forward to our wedding. I mean don’t get me wrong, so was I… booze, food, my wife in a beautiful wedding dress, getting to confess my love to her in front of everyone I care about… but for her it was even more special. And it hurt my soul when I heard her disappointment in her voice. So… I did the most Nia thing I could think of. “It’s still a couple of months away!” This took Vic by surprise. “Baby… it’s okay, we can put it on hol-” “Nope! Wedding. Two months. You’ve already been preparing everything, and done a huge amount of work already. The immediate threat is over. I won’t pull my wings out again, neither will Lucifer. That way no one can get one of our feathers. Problem solved. We can still do this…” I could sense Vic’s unease right now. On one hand she really wanted this perfect wedding with me… but it was clear she was still worrying. Thankfully, Beth, the all-knowing perfectionist and all-around clever clogs, swooped in and saved the day, putting her hands on my fiancée’s shoulders and bending down so she was at ear height for her. “I think it’ll be fine. As long as we keep it a little bit more low-key than originally planned. We can hold it at your manor, and we’ll take extra care. Plus Bea and I will be keeping a close eye on Sera and the fallen angels, as well as Michael’s son.” “But what if-” Vic went to argue, before being cut off by Beth. “If we avoid this and put it off until we know the threat is eliminated… we’ll live in fear for what could be the rest of our lives. We have no idea who it was or what their goal was. We can be careful but also not let whoever it was ruin what was going to be an extremely special day for the two of you.” “I guess we better carry on planning the wedding then…” Vic sighed, with a bit of relief. “I need to go check on someone first, mind giving me a minute?” I said, hopping off my fiancée’s lap, gracefully, like a cat. “Who do you need to go see- oh… okay baby. Be careful though, okay? Please take Susie or someone with you, in case you visit her inside the dream and you end up falling asleep for days again.” I love that she knew exactly who I was going to see. And that she understood if I needed to go into the dream to talk to her.  This is part of why I want to marry this woman. I missed the old Vic.         ===================================================== One more chapter of this book, then we've got the final one to go. 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I was usually babysat by someone older but one time my parents hired a babysitter who was a classmate of mine and a year younger than I was. I was 14 and she was 13.   The last time I remember being babysat I was 15 and it was one of my grandmothers babysitting me. I won’t go into detail but she spanked a lot and all in all I would have preferred to be babysat by “Icky Vicky” in the Fairly Oddparents. When my sister mentioned to my mother that my grandmother (father’s mother) spanked me because I wouldn’t pick up some bird seed that she spilled my parents told her that she was no longer allowed to babysit.

I wore disposables to bed. I stopped wetting the bed just before Middle School (late 11s, almost twelve). I had one last (pretty much complete) potty training regression during the Summer between fifth and sixth grade and got back on track just before school started. After the regression resolved my bed-wetting pretty much stopped aside from a few rare accidents if I wasn’t feeling well.