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Chapter 6: Attack Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 4 - Depression – LittleFallenPrincess     After a good hour or two of Persephone and the three fates gossiping about me, about family, about the future, and especially about how adorable I am as a baby and how happy they are that I feel so free to express myself so… femininely… we finally wrapped it up and left, as apparently I’d ‘have more luck with Death now’, as they told us. And upon closing the door to the shack, I breathed a sigh of relief. …Before the realisation hit me. “ARMOUR! ARMOUR NOW!” I screamed, running across the deck towards my armour, which was standing there, completely still, waiting for me to reclaim it. Persephone giggled as I ran my padded backside, still dressed in the onesie but now with my hair in pigtails, as fast as I could to hide my current appearance by disappearing back into my armour. “No one is around, you know that, babygirl. Not many like to visit the sisters.” “DON’T CARE!” I yelled as I leapt into the armour, it opening up at the last second, enveloping me and my ‘padded backside’, quickly hiding my state from the world. “Ah… that’s better…” I sighed in relief. Quickly looking around, I checked that no one had seen me, because if word gets out that the Lord of the Underworld is a femboy who likes to wear nappies and wear adult-sized baby clothes… acting like an infant with his wife who acts as his Mummy… Not only would my life in this realm be over, at least socially… but if Zeus found out… …He’d never let me live it down.   As we arrived back at the palace, we were greeted by my most trusted advisor… who bore a grim expression on his face. “Charon, what ails you?” I asked, softly. “I’m sorry, my Lord…” he replied, bowing his head in shame “Did-” “Two more rivers have been stolen from. Only one remains.” “How did this happen?” Persephone asked, sounding a little too like the Mummy Domme I was intimately acquainted with. “We don’t know. One moment the rivers were fine, the next… a small amount had gone missing. There was no sign of any intruder. How did your meeting go? You were gone for a while.” Obviously I wasn’t going to go ahead and tell Charon that for the past two hours I was being teased and babied by four women. Nope. Not happening. So… I’d have to bend the truth. “The fates were… somewhat helpful,” I replied. “As always,” Charon said, rolling his aged eyes, smirking. “It’s looking like it’s for some kind of spell, though they wouldn’t tell me what exactly. They just said it's part of a ‘list’. Which is most likely for a spell. So I intend to try summoning Death once again to-” It was at that moment that voices were yelling from the bottom of the path we had just walked up. “Lord Hades!” A large number of my loyal subjects had arrived, all wearing worry on their faces. “What is it?” I asked, turning around. “The fifth river… I’m sorry, my Lord… but…” I could feel it. It was too late. I could feel my powers weakening. How does such a small amount of water drain my powers so much? Even my armour was feeling heavier than ever. I was struggling to keep it up. Strug… stru… st… “My Lord?” some called out. An intense pain in my chest caused me to collapse onto my knees, the armour bearing the weight. Chills ran through my body, making me shiver. I could feel… sweat? Have I ever sweat? Have I… Have… “Lord Hades, are you okay?” Charon’s voice sounded concerned. My body was shaking, I struggled to breath. But I had to hold it together. At least until I get into the palace. Into the safety… and privacy… of the… of… of the… “My love… what’s up?” Even Persephone was scared. This armour. It was too much. I couldn’t handle it. It requires so much power, so much energy… neither of which I had any of now, and it was wracking my body, causing it to shut down. I couldn’t hold on any… any…   I couldn’t hold it anymore.   I had to let go.   “Lord… Hades?” Everything felt better for the second between falling out of the armoured suit onto the floor… and realising what situation I was now in. The weight of the suit, the pain in my chest… all gone. I felt weak still, but I felt a massive relief now that I was no longer holding up that armour and could actually breathe. Not that I was literally holding it up, as the suit stood perfectly still and upright even without me in it… but if I’m inside, it drains a small amount of my power to move it. Without that power… it was just a huge useless ornament. But no, after the second of relief, using that second to breathe in deeply and sigh in relief… I quickly realised where I was and what I was wearing. For a brief second of relief I didn’t worry about my situation, but now it hit me like a train. “Umm…” I mumbled, frozen still in shock. “Lord Hades, are you…?” “I… I…” I could hear the small crowd talking amongst themselves, gossiping, even a few giggles… but I couldn’t make out any words, my anxiety was blurring it all into mumbled garbage, the world began spinning and my heart began racing again. Thankfully, it only took a few moments before someone stormed over and picked me up into her arms. “Perse… Per…” “I’ve got you baby,” she said, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing me tightly… protectively… “Palace. Quickly. Please.” Persephone turned to rush off back to the castle, when we felt a small tug, preventing us from going. “Lady Persephone…” “Don’t! I must-” she went to walk away… but there’s one sentence we both heard. “...We knew.” That made Persephone stop in her tracks and turn back to the crowd, but I kept my face firmly in her shoulder. If I can’t see them, they can’t see me. Brilliant toddler logic. “Knew what?” she snapped at them. You could hear how protective she was in her voice. She was like a proud mama bear whose cub was being threatened. And she wouldn’t let anything happen to me. “Of Lord Hades’... ‘special interests’,” another voice called out. “What ‘special interests’?” Persephone asked, being extremely careful of how she said it and the wording of it. We didn’t want to accidentally confirm or deny anything, so she was purposefully vague. “We know of Lord Hades’... babyish nature,” another voice, indicating this was a group thing. “WHAT?” I burst out, turning to look at them all, ruining the efforts by my wife to avoid confirming anything. “Yes, my Lord. We’ve known for many years now,” Charon smiled, awkwardly, shrugging his shoulder slightly to try to ease my anxiety. “How many years?” Persephone asked my advisor. Persephone looked at me, rolling her eyes and shaking her head at how much I was giving away right now. “I think it was a few months since you two started this… whatever it is. Lord Hades is not very good at hiding his… sparganon, or whatever you call them these days. Often they would peek out when he hadn’t sealed his armour very well, or when he was trying to rush to get into it before someone could see. Then we’d catch glimpses of his babyish attire. And he thought he hid his sucking implement a lot… but we definitely saw him remove it from his mouth. And… we may have heard a lot of you two flirting and acting like a parent and child a lot around each other, thinking none of us could hear.” “Why didn’t you say anything?” Persephone asked. “It wasn’t our business to tell. So whilst we all knew, we kept it within this group. And trust me, my Lord, we never judged you or laughed at you.” “WE THINK YOU’RE ADORABLE!” the furies at the back squealed, making my eyes widen and my cheeks redden. I guess that’s where the giggling was coming from… Charon sighed, shaking his head. “Yes, some even wanted to ask if they could babysit you some time. Whereas most of us… just want you to be happy. To be… you. We all knew the real you in the armour, we just wanted you to share that side of you, when you were ready, so we didn’t mention anything as to not force it from you.” Persephone looked around, judging everyone, trying to work out if they were truthful or not. “Fine. Yes. This is the real Hades. He’s my little baby. But don’t think he isn’t-” “Don’t worry, Ma’am…” Charon interrupted. “We still respect him as much as we did millennia ago. This doesn’t change anything.” Persephone looked surprised by that. I think she was ready to go on the defensive and start threatening people to fear me still, to remind them this doesn’t make me weak. But apparently that isn’t going to be an issue. “Good. Because he’s still the same man he was before you knew. And don’t think you can take advantage of him.” “We have no intention, Ma’am. But I think we all have some questions about the whole thing that we would really appreciate being cleared up.” Persephone, still holding me firmly in her arms, looked at me to make sure I was okay with it, so I smiled at her and nodded, before telling her “I’ll do it.” “You sure? I can answer for you, baby,” she replied, which made the furies squeal again. “No, I’m fine. What would you all like to know?” “I guess my first question… is why?” Charon asked. “Because I enjoy it. Persephone enjoys it. I get to free myself of all stress for a little while, she gets enjoyment out of caring for me. And it’s nice to… I guess it's not a return to… but to experience something I never got to have? Cronus swallowed me whole as soon as I was born, so that kinda thing ruins a childhood…” Everyone laughed awkwardly, so I smiled at them to make it clear it was okay to laugh at that now. “Do you… use… them?” “Yes.” Charon looked flustered at that answer, so he let someone else ask another question. “What about the pigtails? Why are you dressed like a girl?” one of the people up front asked, a woman who tends to my gardens. “Because I enjoy that too?” “What are you then? A boy or a girl?” she asked. “I’m not trans, I’m what the mortals would sometimes call a femboy.” “What’s a trans? And what’s a femboy?” I forgot that not everyone in the Underworld is up to date with mortal affairs and identities. We haven’t had new souls in a long, long time, which means most haven’t heard of trans people, or at least the term ‘transgender’. But as Persephone likes to go up to the mortal realm occasionally, usually to get me new outfits and to hang out with friends, and because some of our friends are trans or at least know trans people… I’ve ended up learning about all the identity stuff on Earth. It’s how I discovered I was a femboy. At least that’s what I think it's called. But yes, because they haven’t heard of the term before… I ended up having to explain what a trans person is, and all the accompanying information, which may have gone on a little too long. “See, that’s why I’m not trans. My gender identity is still male, I’m still a man. But my gender expression…” “Is that of a woman?” Charon asked. “Exactly!” Everyone looked at each other, happy and pleased that they understood. That’s when one person called out. “I used to know someone like that, someone ‘transgender’, back in Athens! Though they didn’t go by that term then. It’s amazing how people are still the same, but language has changed.” “Exactly. Now… are there any other questions?” “WHERE DO YOU GET THE CUTE DRESSES FROM?” One of the furies screamed out at the back. That’s when Persephone took over, “On Earth.” “CAN WE SEE MORE?” “You seriously want to babysit? Come by later. I could do with babysitters whilst I go hang out with my friends. You can dress him up in whatever you want.” The thought of having babysitters whilst my wife goes off to hang out on Earth… was doing wonders for me, but it had the added effect of making my cheeks turn crimson. So whilst the furies were squealing again at being allowed to babysit me, I buried my face in my wife’s shoulder once again to hide how embarrassed… and squirmy… I was feeling right now. But I kept one eye open, peeking out, so I could see what was going on still, making sure they weren’t judging me. “Any more questions? You don’t have to ask them now, you can ask questions in the future, as long as you are respectful. And remember, this does not leave this gathering. We are trusting you all.” “You have nothing to fear, Ma’am,” Charon replied, smiling at us both. “We will nev-” Charon looked… still. Like he was frozen in time. But his face looked concerned. “What is it, Charon?” I asked, pulling away from my wife to check on my friend. “My Lord… I have to take my leave…” “Why?” “...I sense a new soul has arrived in the Underworld.”         ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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I was in diapers from birth to about age 2 1/2, then training pants, progressing underpants. At about age 13 I started to secretly wet and mess my underpants and I bought regular baby  plastic pants that I could fit into. It was quite the ordeal to keep this hidden from family. Diapers entered the picture at about age 19 and here I am sitting here years later in a wet and messy Seni Quatro diaper and NorthShore Care Supply blue Trifecta pants. 

This morning I have a blue NorthShore Trifecta pant over my morning wet and messy Seni Quatro diaper. I just checked the inside of my Trifecta pants and they are dry, no leaks, so I don't have to hand wash them, just change and clean myself when I feel like it.

Alive, wet, with potty in my diaper: It's morning and there is nothing novel for me in a wet and now also messy Seni Quatro diaper covered by a blue Trifecta pant from NorthShore Care Supply. Sipping hot coffee while relaxing before I start my day in a wet and poopie diaper is a good way to start the day.

I can't find the old v1.0 Looking for a Story thread, but someone kindly found the story last time: it's a about bedwetting boy who is "upgraded" to diapers and they go on a family holiday where he breaks his arm (playing with shopping carts?) and can't change himself. He might also get sick. Mother tries to hide it, but older sister finds out and she is kind. Older brother is still clueless.