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By reluctant_DL · Posted
Okay, this is a new idea to me - Interestingly enough, autism genes do run in my family. I'm not autistic but since it's a spectrum, I'm inclined to think all of our family members on this side likely share some traits, diagnosed or not... One cousin on my mother's is trans and autistic. Definitely runs in the family. Could be a bit of both, wouldn't surprise me if neurodiversity leaves you susceptible to having the brain develop in such a manner. -
I still love this. I would love to one day read like an epilogue of sorts of about 6 months later, where she also thinks about her first messy diaper, her first spanking of many that her new mommy gives her, and her first horsey ride of her mommy’s knee in her wet and messy diaper in front of everyone while telling everyone how much she loves her poopy diapers. And basically how her life is now and what she’s learned she should expect after she’s released in 22 years. Like having to go through potty training again and how much of her sexual arousal will be tied to if she’s gone potty in her pants or not. And if that’s a known struggle for some that becomes long term babies, and maybe they get offered to be adopted in the free life because they might not be seen as mature enough to be big grown adults anymore. I absolutely love this story. Thank you. -
By PlasticpantsDL · Posted
Respect - I appreciate your response. I feel the same way all day long until things get hot and my mind plays me. Women are my thing too. -
By Brutal_Ink · Posted
Chapter 13 It’s irritating to realize how much easier it is to concentrate at home. Maya’s office is down the hall from her bedroom, and the entire setup is comfortable, not to mention state of the art, with a top-of-the-line Iyatsu workstation with more features than she’d had access to in the lab. It’s also fully integrated with both the portal for BioHealth and with Ginger, which has made it possible to surpass the productivity she’d been able to achieve in-person in the lab. It’s the least I can do...Meekah’s done so much for me, and I repaid her by causing trouble at work. Maybe if I can keep my productivity up, she’ll at least be...less disappointed in me. I’m sure I’m not making things easier for her by being here at home... Maya sighs, dismissing Ginger’s reminder to take a break out of reflex—it’s an intrusion she doesn’t need while trying to focus. Her head is pounding, and her eyes are dry from staring at the screen. She feels a twinge in her bladder and relaxes, letting it go into her pull-on. She can feel her face warming a bit in embarrassment, even though she’s been in the habit of doing this for the past week. The warmth is barely noticeable with Rhubarb sleeping on her lap, like a tiny, furry, space heater. This saves so much time, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this earlier. Maya pauses, surprised at herself, although she can’t argue with the thought either. I do have a lot more freedom to change when I need to here at home though, and I don’t need to worry about accidents. And, at least I know my designs work well...I’ve never pushed them like this before. I should change in a bit though, I’m starting to get itchy...But, I’m almost finished here, I’ll take care of it in a little bit. Maya turns her focus back to the coveralls she’s designing for Littles who work in dirty environments, they need to be flexible and durable, which is a difficult balance to strike with the materials that are considered acceptable. She continues her work on the coveralls until a knock at her door very nearly startles her out of her chair. Rhubarb meows and hops down onto the floor, clearly upset at being disturbed from her nap. “It’s just me, sweetheart.” Meekah says softly. “I know you’re hard at work, but it’s getting late; think you can find a good place to wrap things up soon? I know you wanted to watch that documentary before bed.” “Oh! I didn’t realize what time it was,” Maya admits sheepishly. “Just let me find a good stopping point and I’ll be right down.” “Okay, don’t forget to freshen up if you need it.” Meekah reminds her gently. Before Maya can decipher whether Meekah means shower or change your pull-on, or both, Meekah is already gone. Maya feels an uncomfortably cold squishiness in her pull-on, and it’s only upon standing that she realizes how saturated it is. The itching has gotten worse, and as she pats around her bottom and the rest of her diaper area to check for leaks, she’s dismayed to find two small wet spots on her butt. Gotta be more careful. She thinks. I’d probably die of embarrassment if Meekah ever caught me in a leaky pull-on, not to mention she probably wouldn’t be too happy about—oh no, my chair! Maya panics, heart in her throat as she imagines having to explain to Meekah that she needs cleaning supplies for her brand-new—and very expensive, to Maya’s mind—office chair because she’d accidentally leaked on it. Which, there’s really no reason for me to be doing, since I technically could have just used the toilet... But, fortunately, the chair is bone dry. Maya allows herself a relieved sigh before quickly changing—the skin of her diaper area is red, itchy, and stinging, but she ignores the discomfort. I’ll just have to change more often. Maya thinks, being a bit more thorough with the wipes before getting into the shower. She’s both touched and happy that Meekah reminded her of the documentary tonight—it’s true that she could just watch it later on playback, but it’s not the same as seeing it live the first time. Even after a couple months of living here, still makes her feel warm inside, that she’s expected and wanted and accounted for. Once she’s all clean, she heads down the stairs, having to take extra care with Rhubarb mewling and being underfoot as she attempts to get down without slipping. “I know, I know, you’re starving. You’re always hungry, you’re like a bottomless pit. We have to get down the stairs in one piece first, silly.” Maya says. She checks on Rhubarb’s food and water bowl to make sure she’s taken care of, and is pleased to find both of them still have plenty for Rhubarb to eat and drink. “Ohh, I see, all this fuss is just for attention, huh?” Maya says softly, giving the cat scratches behind the ears. “Would you like a treat?” Maya wonders, standing up on her tiptoes to reach the jar of treats in the cabinet—another development that has snuck up on her. When she’d first arrived, she’d been able to reach it without any trouble. “Come on Rhubarb, it’s almost time for the show. Maya heads to the living room and makes herself comfortable on the couch, with Rhubarb deciding that Maya’s lap is much comfier than the couch cushion. Rhubarb is purring away like a little motor and making biscuits on Maya’s leg by the time Meekah sits next down next to her. “Ow!” Maya exclaims flinching. “Rhu, be careful, your claws are very sharp.” Rhubarb meows indignantly but is more gentle when she resumes kneading Maya’s leg. “Thank you, Rhu, that’s much nicer.” Maya says softly, scratching Rhubarb behind the ears. “Do you want anything to drink or some snacks for the show?” Meekah’s voice drifts in from the kitchen. “Do we have anymore soltaberry juice?” Maya wonders absently. “Ginger, can you get the show ready please?” “Sure thing, I’ll be right in.” Meekah replies. “It is already queued and will begin shortly. Ms. Saphrin already asked me to make sure it was ready.” Ginger replies. Maya smiles to herself. It’s nice to be thought of as a person with wants and needs, rather than just being seen as an extension of someone else. She smiles a bit more widely when Meekah hands her a glass of soltaberry juice, which she carefully accepts with both hands. “Thank you,” Maya says, taking a big sip of the sweet and tangy juice. “You should thank Anna, too, sweetheart, she’s the one who added it to the grocery list to make sure we have it for you.” Meekah replies, settling next to Maya. “I will. I’m almost done with those coveralls—I want to add some kneepads to it, and then I’ll be happy with them.” Maya explains. “Sounds like you’ve been pretty hard at work. Sydney says you’ve been picking up all the quality stuff she’s been teaching you pretty fast. I’m proud of how hard you’ve been working, but remember that rest is important too.” Meekah says, reaching over to rub Maya’s back as Maya leans forward to put her juice down. “I know...I’m trying.” Maya answers, leaning back against the couch and allowing her head to rest on Meekah’s shoulder. Meekah drapes an arm around Maya and pulls her a little closer. “I know. I’m very proud of you, sweetheart. Rest is important too though.” “Yeah,” Maya replies absently, her focus mostly on the screen. As the documentary progresses, she cuddles further into Meekah, tired and content. She’s nibbling her thumb without really meaning to, resting her head in Meekah’s lap. “Do you want me to hold you, sweetheart?” Meekah asks, rubbing Maya’s back again. Maya nods, warmth spreading through her pull-on—it’s a bigger accident than she’d expected, but it doesn’t seem like a big deal, and she doesn’t think she’s leaking. “Come here, little one.” Meekah says, reaching down to guide Maya into her lap, kissing the side of her head and holding her tightly. “I’ve got you.” Maya yawns. The narration is soothing, and she finds herself slowly drifting off, lulled by Meekah’s closeness and the gentle voice explaining the life cycle of moonbeam butterflies. *** Maya wakes up on her bed. “Hi sweetheart. I just carried you up to bed, you were out like a light.” Meekah explains. “Do you mind if I change you before bed? You’re pretty soaked sweetheart, and I don’t want you getting a rash. If you’d rather do it yourself, that’s okay.” Maya just shrugs, too tired to muster much of a protest. She can feel Meekah gently sliding her pajama pants down—her new ones, with the whales—but Meekah’s sharp intake of breath startles her into alertness. “Maya. How long have you had this rash? You’re bleeding.” Meekah says, her voice carries obvious concern and worry, but also it’s painfully clear that she expects an answer. “Umm...I’m not sure...A few days, I guess.” Maya hems. “A few days?” Meekah lets out a breath. “Why didn’t you say anything? That can’t possibly be comfortable. You’re lucky it didn’t get infected.” “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” Maya replies, cheeks warming. “I thought it would heal on its own.” “Not when it’s this bad it won’t.” Meekah sighs. “I know you’re used to doing things by yourself, but you need to tell me when things like this happen. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’re going to have a talk.” Maya swallows hard, her stomach knotting with anxiety as Meekah gently but efficiently diapers her for bed. That’s normal now; pull-ons aren’t enough to handle her overnight wetting. The rash cream is cold, but soothing. Meekah leaves the room briefly to wash her hands and dispose of Maya’s wet pull-on. Maya bites her lip, sitting up and nibbling her fingers absently. “I’m sorry.” She says when Meekah returns, her eyes welling with tears. Meekah sits down next to Maya and pulls her into a hug. “I know you are sweetheart. But we need to talk about how we got here. Have you been having more accidents lately, or is something else going on?” “I…” Maya hesitates, swallowing hard again, before deciding that the truth is the better option. “I was just trying to save time. I didn’t really mean for things to go this far, and some of the accidents were accidents…” “But…” “But mostly I was just busy working and didn’t want to get up. I’ve been able to get so much more done since I started working from home, and I didn’t want anyone to think I’m just sitting around all the time since I’m not in the lab anymore. I was being efficient.” Maya explains. “Maya. We’ve talked about this. You are more valuable and important than the work that you can do. I love that you’re so passionate about your job, but taking care of yourself absolutely has to come first. I’m not going to sit by and let you neglect taking care of yourself for the sake of getting more work done. So, until your rash is healed, you’re going to be in diapers, so that I can make sure that it’s being taken care of properly, that you’re being changed regularly so it doesn’t get worse or get infected.” “But that’s not fair! I can handle it myself! I’m not a baby!” Maya protests, in a much louder voice than she means to use. Meekah raises an eyebrow. “I understand that you’re upset, but that is not a respectful way to speak to someone Maya, and I know that you know that. I don’t blame you for not being happy about the situation, but you need to mind your tone.” “Sorry…” Maya replies quietly. “It’s alright. I know you can handle it yourself, but you haven’t been. You’ve had the past week to demonstrate that you can be responsible and manage your needs on your own, and instead you’ve been neglecting yourself for the sake of productivity. We’ve talked about your needs coming first several times already. I think if you genuinely could handle things yourself, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. You’ve had the past week to demonstrate that you can manage taking care of yourself, and we’ve ended up here anyway.” Meekah continues softly. “But…” Maya begins to protest, but her argument dies on her lips. She folds her arms instead. “It’s not fair. You’re being so controlling!” “I understand that you don’t think it’s fair. But it’s my job to take care of you, Maya. What kind of Guardian would I be if I just ignored your diaper rash because you’d rather keep working and sit in a wet pull-on than take a potty break? I can’t just do nothing Maya. It’s only until your rash heals, and if you want to use the toilet when you can, that’s fine, but you need to get me or Anna so we can help with your diaper first. I know you don’t need them for everything yet, and I would never do something like this just because. I think you know that. I don’t blame you for being upset, but this is how things are going to be until you’re healed.” Meekah explains. Maya huffs. “Fine.” “I’ll be checking you and changing you until your rash heals, but after that you can go back to pull-ons during the day, okay?” Meekah says. “Whatever. Just leave me alone.” Maya snaps. It feels awful to push Meekah away after everything she’s done to take care of her, but this...this is too far. Just because she’d gotten a little distracted doesn’t mean she needs to be in diapers...Maya rolls over in her bed and faces the wall, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Meekah sighs and presses a gentle kiss Maya’s temple, taking the time to tuck her in despite her attitude. “Goodnight and sweet dreams, Maya. I’m right down the hall if you need me. I’m sorry this is so difficult, but I’m only doing what’s necessary so that you can heal. Hopefully things won’t seem so bad in the morning.” “Goodnight,” Maya replies. But Meekah is already gone. -
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