Baby Talk

Yes please do. Do you have a scheduling plan? Like do you post on wendsays every wendsday or was do you plan to post on different days?

The story before you is a brief glimpse into the life and mind of Kelly, a petite yet curvy 23 year old from Carilo, a small coastal town in Argentina, she had long raven hair, and brown eyes so deep that even a single glance was enough to get lost in them. After recently finishing up her first year study of Medicine at a major Sydney University, she lives with her slightly younger sister Rachael in a small apartment in the inner city.    Kelly is a quiet girl on the surface. She gets good grades, honours her family, and does her best not to rock the boat. But in her soul she could feel a fire burning that screamed independence, a certain drive to find herself after the pains she had endured. Her kind soul had been taken and been tainted by those who sought to use that energy for their own personal consumption, but she would not let these demons consume her. She fought, escaped, and ultimately survived these horrors to continue the life she so wholly deserved.    This yearning came at a terrible cost..   Coming from an overly-religious South American family, anything to do with sex and sexuality were forbidden conversations, conversations all the more enticing to a young virile woman now suddenly thrust into the world alone. She explored, read, lurked in all manner of dark places, suddenly and almost accidentally stumbled onto an idea that would embed itself in her very soul.    The idea of going back. Or, more specifically, taken back. Back to a time where all of her responsibilities and problems were taken care of by another. Where everything, down to her bathroom capabilities and feeding schedules were the duty of whoever's care she was in at the time. To be a helpless little baby. She had been secretly buying all sorts of diapers, adult baby clothes, even pacifiers to immerse herself in the idea, but for obvious reasons it lacked the fear of the real thing. Though she had never intentionally shared this idea with anyone, she started to become suspicious that her younger sister knew more than she let on.   As the year ended, and her studies drew to a close, she found tensions with her sister rising, due to the increased prolonged exposure to each other in the small apartment they shared. Kelly was hoping to get through the summer with as few interactions with her menacing sibling as possible, but everything changed one unfortunate afternoon.   Chapter 1 - The Bus Ride   “If I don’t get home soon, I’m going to piss myself.”    Kelly’s mind raced as she stood at the bus stop that ran through her University with her classmates, two other girls her age also studying Medicine. There was still ten minutes before her bus was scheduled to arrive, any bathrooms on campus were too far to walk in her current state, and attempting to focus on both the conversation she was having and her overflowing bladder was proving troublesome.   “What did you get for that last question Kelly?” Asked Ruth, as she stretched her long arms as if preparing for a race of some kind. A tall girl with short red hair, and a smile as big as her heart. Ruth was looking at Kelly, who realised she had just been asked a question while her attention had drifted, and quickly tried to form a response.    “Uhhhh… I can’t even remember, I’m just glad that was our last exam for the year!” Kelly stammered nervously, trying not to fidget as she squeezed her legs tighter. “What did you put down?” She added, “Keep the conversation on them, smart” She thought to herself.   “Welll I’m pretty sure I got it right! You just had to mention-” Her voice started to trail off as Kelly returned the rest of her energy on her main problem. After what seemed like an eternity, Ruth was getting to the end of her answer (These were medical questions after all), “Did you get all that down?” Ruth chirped.    “Yea that sounds like what I got!” Kelly blurted out, almost before Ruth had finished speaking. Ruth started to notice that Kelly was not entirely present, “You ok Kel?” Kelly’s face went white.   “Huh? Yea I’m good, just tired is all..”   While she knew she could just tell Ruth she had to go to the bathroom, Kelly had already gone several times in Ruth’s company that day. If she said she needed to again, she feared Ruth might begin to wonder if there was a reason for her constant potty breaks. And there was most definitely a reason…    For a number of months now, Kelly had been doing something in secret. In the dark of her room, away from the prying and judgemental eyes of the world, and more importantly, her family and friends, she had been exploring an idea that she felt she couldn’t share with anyone.    Kelly wanted to be a baby again.    What started out as a passing curiosity, the occasional wearing of a diaper while looking at pictures of others dressed the same, reading stories of abduction and forced regression, and lurking in chat rooms to spy on those living that lifestyle, was quickly turning into obsession. But the higher the obsession, the higher the fear of what people would discover if her secret ever came to light.   She had collected all manner of diapers, adorable baby clothes, even several pacifiers, and was almost routinely wearing these to sleep at night, then waking up and getting dressed back into her adult clothes and life. But recently she had discovered that waking up was becoming a little more complicated. She had never intended to start using the diapers! Morning after morning, she would wake up and find that the padding between her legs was thicker… and warm… Kelly had begun to wet herself while she slept, and even more frightening still, her bladder control problem had begun to show itself even after she put her adult clothes and life back on.   “I don’t think I can hold it much longer! Where is the F***ING BUS!! GRRR!! Why didn’t I put that pull-up on when I peed before! I knew I had to catch the bus!”   These thoughts flashed behind her eyes as her head started spinning, at this point her legs were crossed, her elevated ankle was bouncing slightly and she was slowly rocking back and forth on her seat, clutching her light grey scrub pants tightly. Ruth had noticed Kelly was dancing in an all too familiar fashion, and out of politeness had taken up conversation with the second girl they were sitting with to draw attention away. Sweet Ruth, bless her country heart.   As if all her prayers had suddenly been answered at once, the 326 bus that she had gotten on twice a day, 5 days a week for the past year, finally arrived in sight. The end was in sight, but she had to plan her moves carefully. As it rolled to a stop at the first available bay, Kelly eyed off how many people went to get in line, about 8. “Could be worse.” She thought.    “Isn’t that your bus Kel?” Ruth tapped her on the shoulder and pointed.   “Oh! Uhh yeah!” Kelly replied   “Well come on quick! Give us a hug before you go! We might not see you for a couple weeks!” Ruth stood up and stretched her lanky but also somehow ridiculously strong arms (Farm strength is everywhere in Australia!) to embrace Kelly.   “Shit.” Kelly had been so focused on trying not to wet herself, she forgot Ruth was sitting there. She forgot to plan for this in her move. But it was now or never.   She stood up, almost buckling at the knees as she did, but Ruth easily caught her and pulled her straight into one of the tightest hugs Kelly had ever received. Ruth returned to her usual height with Kelly still in her arms, lifting her off the ground slowly. By the time Kelly realised what was happening it was too late. A small trickle of piss escaped and made its way down her leg.   “RUTH! PUT ME DOWN!!” Kelly squealed in terror. She knew even before she looked down how noticeable it was going to be. She wanted to die right there on the spot, but still had a mission ahead of her.   “Oops! Sorry Kel!! You’re just so teeny like a lil baby lamb I just wanna pick you up hahaha!” Ruth giggled as she put Kelly down.    “It’s OK, but I really gotta go! Have a good holiday! If you get bored give me a call and we can go out dancing or something!” Kelly yelled over the crowd as she started to make her way to the bus door. Luckily, her little accident had relieved a small amount of the pressure she was feeling, which allowed her to move in a less obvious way and get on the bus. She got on and was greeted by the kind, familiar face of her regular bus driver, Andy.   “Hey Kiddo! How did your exam go today!” Andy roared as Kelly stepped in front of his seat to tap her card. It felt like the whole bus could hear him and looked over for a moment in curious confusion. Andy was an older portly gentleman, with a thick white mustache and the faintest wisps of white hair where you could tell a thick mane once stood so many years ago. Andy had started driving the bus after retiring from being an EMT for over 40 years, as Kelly was at times the only person left on his route, they would often chat about their lives and the two had become quite close in an almost pseudo family dynamic. Andy saw Kelly as one of his many grandchildren, and Kelly felt safe knowing her “Gramps” (As she came to call him) was driving her home every day.   “Heyy Gramps! I think it went ok!” She tried to sound her usual self, but Andy immediately knew something was off. He leaned in and said softly,   “What’s goin on? You sound strange.”    Kelly knew she could confide in him. “Gramps I really gotta PEE!” She whispered. “Any chance we can get going? Pleaasseee?!” Andy looked down and noticed the small dark line going down the inside of her leg.   “Say no more kiddo! There’s a few people on today though, I’ll do what I can but I still gotta drop these people off in order.” His words were warm, yet stern. “You might have trouble finding a seat, grab the rail here up front, and we’ll get going!” The doors slammed shut behind her.   “No seat?!? I can't stand this whole way!” Panic started to creep in as the bus started moving. Nowhere to go, and now standing at the front of a bus full of people, again almost ready to burst. She locked her legs together and closed her eyes to take her mind off the pressure. But she knew she was at least half an hour from home, and that was not on a busy day.   Every few minutes, the bus would lurch to a slow stop, which made Kelly sway back and forth, each time the pain of clenching growing stronger, and the fear of noticeably wetting herself in front of all these people was making the fear she so often dreamed about feel like playing with puppies. Each stop came and went, with more and more people departing, but still no closer to home.   “How much longer Gramps?” Kelly moaned in an almost babyish way.    “Hmm.. Still about 10 minutes I reckon! You gonna make it?” He asked.   “I don’t knowww! Just hurry pleeeaassee!!” She started to sob slightly.  She had finally found a seat, and much to her shame and poor Andy’s bus, she was letting out small amounts of pee into the seat cushion. She looked up and could finally see the light shining on the stop outside of her apartment building.    “Here we go darlin! Quick!” Andy swung the doors open and gestured to the poor crying girl with his hand.    Kelly slowly got up from her seat, and hesitated. She realised her attempts at small releases had caused a large dark stain on the back of her pants. Everyone would definitely see this when she goes to get off. She started sobbing uncontrollably as she raced off the bus and into the lobby to get upstairs. She had never been more embarrassed in her life! But her ordeal was still not over.   As she makes her way to her apartment, puts the key into the lock and swings the door open, she can almost feel relief that this afternoon will be over soon. When she walks inside that sense of relief is replaced with terror.    “Where have you been Kel? You’re late.” The voice of her younger sister Rachael creeps from around the corner as Kelly is locking the door. She jumps and turns around in fright, more pee comes out.    “Jesus Rach! You scared me! The bus was packed, it took longer to get home. Why do you even care?” Kelly snapped, while moving with purpose towards the bathroom. But her path is suddenly blocked by Rachael coming from the same place. Rachael looks down and Kelly’s now noticeably wet pants, Kelly watches Rachaels’ eyes turn evil, she knows what’s coming…   “OH MY GOD! DID YOU WET YOUR PANTS YOU BABY??” Rachael cackles as she grabs Kelly’s hand and spins her around. Kelly might be the older sister, but Rachael is stronger.    “LET ME GO AND MOVE!!” Kelly’s eyes welling up with tears, knowing she can’t hold on much longer. Rachael closes the bathroom door and stands in front of it.   “Hahaha aww why baby Kelly? Does you need to tinkle still??” Her words cutting into Kelly in ways she didn’t even know about.    “Rachael! Please…” Kelly dropped to the ground in front of her sister, with her wrist still clutched tightly in Rachael’s firm grip. It was too late. She could no longer contain the flow of piss she had been working so hard to hold all afternoon.. In a tearful gasp, her body finally did what it had been trying to do and a hot yellow stream came flooding from in between Kelly’s legs. Rachael let go of her and moved away from the door. Kelly crawled into the bathroom, weeping, leaving a yellow trail behind her as she did. She pulled her body into the shower, taking off her now soaked scrubs and panties, tossing them onto the floor so they could rinse out. She emerged some time later in a pair of navy satin pyjamas, her eyes puffy from crying.   “Aww does the pissy baby feel better now? After a bath and a cry?” Rachael said playfully from her place on the couch in the living room. “Don’t forget to clean up your piss trail! It stinks! Maybe we need to put you in diapers so it doesn’t happen again!” The hairs on the back of Kelly’s neck stood up.    “Surely she doesn’t know… how could she? It’s just a coincidence!” Kelly did a mental check of where she had left all of her secret supplies, “She could never find that stuff, it’s too well hidden”   “Shut up Rach. You’re such a B***h sometimes honestly! Go away and let me go to sleep!”    “Haha awww! Babies shouldn’t use language like that! But ok, why don’t you go get some sleep. Big day tomorrow…” Her tone was ominous, and her words sounded far more intentional this time, but still.    “She can’t know, right?”   Kelly brushed her sister's comments off like she usually did, and made her way to her room. When she opened the door, she was horrified by what she saw. Laid out on her bed, was a thick pink diaper, some extra thick liners, wipes, powder, pacifier, changing mat, and one of her onesies. All things she thought were hidden! Before she could turn around to go and confront her sister, she felt that firm hand grasp her shoulder. A wave of pure fear washed over her, the kind of fear she was craving. But reality followed and she found herself being dragged over to the bed.   “Wha- what are you d-doing? Rachael what is this? Why were you going through my stuff!” Her protests did nothing to stop her sister from unbuttoning her pyjama top, exposing her young perky breasts, then undoing the string on her pants, pulling them down to reveal the cutest pink panties.   “Shhh! You don’t need to worry about that anymore! Someone will be taking care of ALLL of that for you from now on!” In a seamless move, Rachael removes Kelly’s panties and lies her down on the bed. Kelly tries to get up and cover herself, but is exhausted after her humiliating afternoon. A dark thought began to reveal itself to Kelly, as her sister easily positions the diaper and liner underneath her, powdering her privates and taping it in place.    “I can’t believe this is happening right now! Rachael has lost her damn mind!! I’m going to get her back for this somehow! She’s so damn strong aargh!”   Kelly attempted to process what was happening to her, part of her was horrified by the idea her sister was subjecting her to this, but at the same time, a profound sense of excitement, she had been wanting something like this to happen, just not from Rachael! In what seemed like less than 2 minutes, Rachael had worked Kelly’s naked padded body into the onesie and fastened the last clasp that secured the garment in between her legs. She stood back to admire her handiwork and Kelly’s embarrassment.   “Okayy! Ha Ha! You’ve had your fun now you cow!” Kelly could barely contain her tears. “Let me up and get out of my room! I’m starving and just want this nightmare to end!” It seemed like all her protests only made her younger sister's smile grow into a crooked evil crack, splitting her face open.    “Nightmare?? Don’t lie Baby Kel! I’ve seen exactly what you’ve been looking at online, I know you’re secretly loving this!” Rachael was almost bouncing, “And don’t worry, I’ll go get your dinner shortly. Once I know you aren’t going to try and get out of your cute little outfit!” Her face went from glee to something darker, with purpose.   “I don’t know what you’re talking about Rachael but this sto-” Kelly was suddenly unable to finish her sentence. Rachael had flown across the room, picked up the pacifier on the bed and forced it into Kelly’s mouth. Before Kelly could remove it, Rachael had removed a roll of bondage tape from her hoodie pocket and started to wrap it around Kelly’s mouth, securing the large pacifier in place. Rolling Kelly onto her stomach, Rachael then proceeds to use the same tape to tie Kelly’s hands behind her back, then securing her legs at the knee so she could not extend her legs to run.    “MMMM!! MMMmm-mMMM!!! MMMmmm…” Kelly’s argument was now unintelligible, and she was only able to rock side to side in her place on the bed. “Ahh, that’s better!! Much more like a real baby now!! So cuutttee!!” Rachael reached down and pinched one of Kelly’s cheeks. Hard. Kelly whimpered as she did. “Ok now I can go and get your dinner sorted, I think you’ll like it!!” Rachael checked the restraints one last time before pushing Kelly onto one side and skipping out of the room.    The room lay quiet, except for Kelly’s defeated sobs.    “I can’t move! This is so humiliating.. What did she mean she saw what I was looking at? How long has she been spying on me? How did she find my stuff? And what did she mean ‘Someone was going to take care of everything’? If not her, then who…”  Thoughts of an unknown future started to flood the silence, sobs began to be replaced with screams. Rachael returned some minutes later with a large baby bottle filled with what appeared to be milk, and a small pink towel.   “Here we go Baby Kel! Ready for din-dins??” Rachael chimed in as she re-entered the room. Kelly looks over to see what her sister is holding, and immediately starts shaking her head violently and grunting as best she could, “Mmmnooo!! MmM!” Rachael moves over to the bed, rolling Kelly onto her back and pulling her up to cradle her in her arms. Rachael removed the tape covering Kelly’s mouth, but kept the pacifier held in with her index finger.   “Now… If I take this out, are you going to be a good girl and drink your dinner?” Kelly stopped squirming and looked at her sister, that same evil smile looking back at her. Kelly had the feeling that ‘No’ was not an acceptable answer, but her mouth had not yet received the memo. She spits the dummy into her sisters’ face. Rachael's smile disappeared into darkness.   “Naughty girl!” Rachael’s voice boomed out into the small room. Before she could enjoy the moment further, Kelly found herself face down, knees on the bed and thick diaper up in the air.    “She WOULDN’T!”   A series of loud smacks filled the room, almost louder each time Rachael’s hand came down her Kelly’s padded bottom and the parts of her upper thighs that were sticking out. Kelly began to scream out, her emotions ranging from pain, to anger, to sheer humiliation. Each decipherable from the different inflections in her cries. Kelly lost count of how many new times her behind felt like she had just sat on the stove. As quickly as it started, but definitely not forgotten, Kelly was right side up and nestled in her sister’s arms.   “Let’s. Try. That. Again…. Shall we??” Kelly now knew Rachael was not playing around, she nodded fearfully and took the bottle in her mouth and started to suckle. Kelly couldn’t even remember the last time she had drank plain milk, but she knew whatever she was drinking was not just milk. Something tasted different. But worried that any questions might result in another spanking, she kept drinking. After 15 minutes, Kelly had almost completely dissociated from her reality and was quietly cooing as the final sips of the bottle fell out of the teat into her mouth.    Despite everything that had happened, Kelly was in a state of total bliss. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or maybe the warm milk, but she no longer had the desire to fight. Only to sleep. A desire that must have been painted on her face.   “Awww, doesn’t Baby Kel look eepy! She must be ready for beddy byes” Rachael said softly, Kelly looked at her groggily, almost as if she could not focus her eyes properly.    “Hnnn.. Whaa.. Unnn” Kelly’s eyes started to grow heavy. Rachael rolled her back onto the bed and removed the tape that bound her legs and wrists. Kelly flopped onto the bed, she tried to move, but was unable to.   “Looks like the sedative that I put in your milk is working well, let’s hope the diuretics work just as well…” Rachael lifted Kelly into the middle of the bed, pulling medical restraints out from under each corner of the bed and fastening them around Kelly’s limbs. “Just in case you wake up before I do, we can’t have you getting up and escaping while I’m asleep!” Kelly was drifting in and out of consciousness, her final thoughts of fear of what tomorrow might bring.   “Sweet Dreams Baby Kel… I can’t wait for you to see what’s coming…”   Chapter 2 - The BLTA (Big Little Tykes Agency)   “What the hell happened last night.. Was that a dream?”   Faint sounds of early city traffic bounced softly around Kelly’s room, causing her to awaken in a haze. The feeling she had been getting used to, of waking up padded, sucking her pacifier and childishly rising to meet the day, was today replaced with a similar, yet sinister vibe. Her attempts to rise were met by the restraints placed on her the night before during her induced sleep. Her pacifier was replaced with one she could not spit out, locked in place by a gag like strap. Her padding, which was already thicker than she was accustomed to, had grown considerably during the night. She was absolutely soaked. She started to  grunt and tug at the restraints as she became more aware of her surroundings and her current predicament.   “Ok, definitely not a dream. I’m gonna kill her.” Kelly is now completely awake and ready for war, “I need to call Mama and tell her what Rach did to me! She is going to be in so much trouble!! I just have to figure out how to get to my phone..” She looks around the room for her bag, all she could remember from last night was throwing it in the corner of her room before everything began. The corner was empty. Looking around, she started to notice that her room was missing the general clutter of things a young adult woman might have lying around. The random clothes on the floor. The makeup on her dresser. That hoodie she stole from that cute guy at her birthday last year that hung on the back of her chair. All mysteriously absent.   “Where is all my shit??” Kelly had a serious problem with people invading her privacy and touching her things, especially her little sister. She started to writhe in fury, she hoped her muffled vocals and thumping of the bed into the wall with her weight would attract a rescue from a neighbouring apartment. An echo of footsteps started to fill the hallway outside of her room. Kelly’s chest tightened. She looked over as the door opened slowly.   “Good morning Baby Kelly! Sounds like someone is a bit fussy, did we have a nightmare??” Rachael jeered as Kelly’s mind flashed back to last night. “Don’t worry baby sis, you’re safe now, I’m here” Kelly let out a guttural groan and rolled her eyes at her sister’s thinly veiled sarcasm as Rachael sits down on the bed next to her. She rolls back the covers to reveal Kelly’s secured limbs and obviously wet diaper poking out of the sides of her onesie.   “Oh look! The baby is soaking wet!” Rachael unclips the onesie and grabs a large handful of Kelly’s swollen diaper and pushes it around between her legs. Kelly’s face lit up bright red and she let out a small whimper, but she could not ignore how the sensation of the warm, wet padding rubbing into her clit was making her feel. Shame and ecstasy are a potent mix. She started to suck on the secured pacifier harder, making soft sucking noises as air made its way in through tiny gaps in her mouth.    “Sounds like you really do like this stuff. You’re such a fucking weirdo Kel, honestly.” Rachael scoffs as she stops rubbing Kelly and leans up to remove her gag. “How do you ever expect anyone to take you seriously as a Doctor if they find out this is what you like to do??”    “It’s none of your business! What I choose to do with my time has nothing to do with you! Now let me up! I’m going to call Mama and tell her what you did to me!” Kelly began fighting against her restraints again. “And what did you do with all my stuff? You’re going to get it once Mama finds out!” Rachael’s eyes grew wide and dark like a demon.   “Well… let’s just say… WE decided that most of your things would not be needed over the near future, so they’ve been packed up and put into storage. And I’ll be looking after your phone, so you won’t need to worry about silly adult things like that, I’ll make sure anything important gets taken care of.” Rachael pulls Kelly’s phone from her back pocket and looks through it to taunt her.    “What did she say? What does she mean ‘We’? Who else has she brought into her evil plan?”    “Rach, this isn’t funny anymore! Take these cuffs off and give me my phone!” Kelly’s cries became frantic. “I promise I won’t tell anyone if you just let me up!”    “You might as well get comfortable kid, there’s still plenty of room in that diaper of yours, and I need to go finish packing!!” Rachael said, brimming with excitement. “And Alan won’t be here for a few hours!” Her final words echoing down the hall as she exited, chilling Kelly to the bone.   “WHAT? WHERE IS SHE GOING? WHO THE FUCK IS ALAN? WHAT HAS SHE ORGANISED?? I CHANGED MY MIND! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!!” Kelly’s fear was turning into full blown panic, “It’s bad enough Rachael knows anything about my private life, but now she’s telling strangers? And a man at that? This is so humiliating…”   Kelly could do nothing but let the horrifying thoughts play out in her mind. She lay there for what seemed like hours, her screams only briefly ringing out before Rachael returned to lock Kelly in the pacifier gag once more, and to turn on a playlist of loud children's lullaby music to drown her out. She was in a state of complete helplessness. It was almost exactly as she pictured it. But an inability to see when this might end numbed any pleasure she might have experienced in that moment.    The lullabies had started to work their magic after a while, and Kelly found herself nodding off every now and again, only to wake back up as her instinct to curl into a ball was denied by the restraints. This loop played out several times until Rachael finally returned, dressed in a bright flowing summer dress, her bags peeking out from behind the door frame.    “OK Baby Kel! I’m almost ready to gooo!” Rachael sang as she floated into the room, spinning on the spot to show off her very adult outfit, “Alan is downstairs, I’ll let him up on my way out and give him the keys and give him the run down! You’re going to love him, he’s such a sweetheart! Came very highly recommended by the Agency!” She once more removed Kelly’s gag as she knew her sister would have questions she really wanted to answer.   “Wh-where are you going? What agency? Why are you leaving me with a strange man looking like this? Seriously Rachael… I’m scared…” Kelly looked up at her sister, scanning for a single sliver of hope that this was all some cruel joke that was about to end, she saw only malice.   “Well, I’m going on vacation with my boyfriend to the Gold Coast! I organised that before I found out about your sick little fantasies, so I knew I had to come up with a plan.” Rachael turned to face Kelly, “Did you know, there is a company, right here in Sydney if you could believe my luck!” Her face starts to crack open again,”They specialise in all sorts of adult supervision and behaviour programs! It’s called the BLTA, the Big Little Tykes Agency, and they have all kinds of different packages to pick from! And Alan is apparently one of their best for… Naughty little babies who might not want to be supervised. But I’ve been told he is a total professional, and he should be, for the amount we’re paying for him!”   “Who is ‘We’ Rach? Who did you plan all of this with?” Kelly whimpered. Rachael gave one final smirk, as she walked towards the bedroom door she stopped, and looked back over her shoulder so she was just making eye contact.   “Mama. Of course… When I found out that you were reading this stuff and buying baby clothes, I obviously told her!” Rachael roared with laughter, “And we realised the only way to make you stop was to make it a reality you could not escape.”    “No… You’re lying!” Kelly started to trash and scream once more, only to have Rachael gag her in kind.    “Oh you wish Kel! But it doesn’t matter, I’m gonna be late! Gotta go, byeeeee!!” In a flash of white and yellow from her sundress, Rachael was gone. The room lay deathly quiet. Kelly’s mind was still screaming. For 10 minutes, Kelly lay there in terror not knowing what was going to happen, or who was about to come through that door.   The sound of large boots started to make their way down the common hallway leading up to Kelly’s apartment. Each step making its menacing presence louder, Kelly knew this had to  be Alan. Keys jingle and the lock to her apartment door clicked and manoeuvred, as the door opened Kelly’s whole body went cold, except for the part covered by her diaper, which she had just wet again. If there was any room in it before, there is not now.   “Hellooo?? A soft, yet deeply masculine voice bellowed into the empty space, “I’m Alan! The agency sent me over! Is there a special little girl hiding around here somewhere?” His footsteps slowly yet firmly pacing through the apartment, stopping in the open doorframe of Kelly’s room. His piercing blue-grey eyes met Kelly’s, and instead of the crippling fear she expected, she felt profoundly calm, her body relaxed ever so slightly, and she found herself staring at the man in front of her, unable to look away.   Alan was easily the largest man Kelly had ever seen. A towering, chiseled Australian man in his mid to late 40s, with a clean cut head of rusty blonde salt and pepper hair, bordering more on the salty side, the sides cut shorter than your standard military cut, the top reaching back to the top of his crown in a smooth wavy flow. His chiseled jaw hidden almost tactically behind an even saltier beard, which was just as clean cut as his hair. He wore a short sleeved dark green shirt that his biceps were stretching to its limit, his hands looked like they could crack open a coconut without breaking a sweat. A large python tattoo wrapped around his wrist, up his right arm that seemed to go up around his shoulder, with the head on his peck obscured by his shirt. His black utility pants, the kind you might see on an EMT or a SWAT agent, also being stretched to their limits, which made everything in his pockets, and elsewhere bulge against the constraints of the fabric. But Kelly saw an entirely different person in his eyes. A kind, warm soul that almost didn’t look like it belonged to the physical body in front of her. Limerance turned back to reality almost as soon as Kelly could take in the man standing before her.   “This isn’t happening. This guy is huge! Even if I wanted to, I couldn't get away from him.” Kelly started to writhe in panic, Alan started to move slowly into the room, stopping once he had reached the bed, now seemingly towering over her petrified, restrained and over-exposed body. Noticing her clear distress, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out with his rugged yet oddly soft hand and cupped Kelly’s chin and jaw in a soothing brush. She let out a desperate cry, followed by a long sigh of defeat as he did, as she still could not communicate due to her gag.   “Hey, hey.. Shhhh.. Don’t fret little one, Papa Alan is here to look after you now.” His words took command, no questioning why she was in the predicament she found herself in, just the energy of a man with a job to do. Kelly looked up at him with tearful eyes of fear, which he caught before they ran down her cheek.   “Did that mean Rachael leave you all wet and tied up? I will be having a conversation with your mother about that later, she was not meant to interfere..” The way he talked sparked a glimmer of hope that Rachael was not going to make it through this summer free from consequence. Kelly tried to make out adult words to persuade her new gentleman supervisor that all of this was unnecessary, only came out as mumbled utterances.   “Are you trying to say something kiddo?” Alan’s large hands reached behind Kelly’s head to remove the gag. Kelly coughed and regained control of her mouth and tongue.   “PLEASE! This is all just a big misunderstanding!! Please just let me go and you can leave Al-” Kelly couldn’t even get through the giant's name before a different, non lock-gag pacifier was placed in her mouth firmly.   “Papa Alan, little one. You will only address me as such. And as for the matter of understanding, your mother and sister have already filled me in as to my role here. I am here to ensure that you become a responsible adult, and that if you would secretly like to be treated like a baby, I would help you fulfil your desires. This can go one of two ways, either you are a good girl who listens to direction.. Naughty girls get a very different treatment.. We will see what category you fall into, but first things first.. We need to get you changed.” Alan surveyed his next task.   “I! Uhm! You can’t see me like that! I don’t even know you! Can you let me talk to my mum at least?” Kelly’s face turned a deep red as this stranger looked up and down her vulnerable figure.    “Kiddo, I’ve seen more little girls hoo-has than you can poke a stick at, I was an EMT for decades. Nothing you have will surprise me, and it looks like..” He gestures to her almost overflowing diaper, “You reaaalllyy  need a change. So let’s get this done and I will untie you, I’ve got a bit of work to do to change your room, I would feel better knowing you are dry and somewhere I can keep an eye on you.” His smile felt warmer than the entire previous summer combined. Before Kelly could even grunt out in protest, Alan had swiftly released the four tabs holding the diaper in place, and it flopped down onto the bed under its own weight. With almost surgical precision, Alan had placed padding underneath the old, sliding the soaked diaper out and rolling it into a tight ball and placing it on the ground next to the bed, making sure to note its weight in his action to the now exposed young latina.   “Oh WOW! Looks like you were well overdue, little miss?” Alan chuckled as he lay the old heavy diaper on the floor, “Good thing I got here when I did! Ok, now let's get this new diaper on you, can’t have you making a mess!” Kelly’s deep red complexion went almost purple as Alan prepared her delicate and extremely exposed private area. Alan pulled out a babywipe, Kelly attempting to shield her exposed vulnerability in vain, as he proceeded to make sure Kelly was entirely clean before adding a thick coat of baby powder, each soft puff blowing on her clit, engaging it ever so slightly. Such a sensation was entirely foreign to Kelly, but she found herself whimpering in bliss. As much as she wanted to protest, she found herself submitting to the subtle yet firm movements of her now apparent ‘Carer’.. As much as her conscious mind objected, her urges and desires were showing all over her face, and Alan had definitely seen this before. He knew what she needed.   “There we go babygirl! All nice and dry!” Alan proclaimed as he taped the final tab in place and reassuringly tapped Kelly on her lower belly. “Now lets get you dressed and I will go set up the playpen in the living room so I can get started on your room makeover! Your mum ordered a bunch  of new stuff for your room, once you’re settled I’ll get to work!” Alan started to remove each of the bindings that kept Kelly in place.   “If I’m quick, he won’t catch me..” Kelly’s mind sprung to a plan of escape. She was free enough to make a run for the door, nevermind the fact she was currently only weating a diaper and not much else, “If I can get to the street I can make a plan and get help.” It seemed so easy in her head, but easier said than done..   In a flurry of energy, Kelly, now free from the restraints that so easily held her, bolted towards the door of her room. One leap. Two leaps, She felt she had almost reached the door when she felt an immovable force grab her by the hair.    “Whooaaa!! Not so fast, missy! I was really hoping we weren’t going to have to do this the hard way… But I won’t tolerate such disobedience.” In a single sweeping motion, Alan picked Kelly up by both the handful of hair he already had in one hand, using the other to scoop her up between her thighs and place her firmly over his lap. “You are going to count out your strokes, and let this be a warning for what is to come if you get any other ideas of running away.” The warmth had left his tone momentarily, Before she could process what was happening, a loud *CRACK* filled the room, as Alan’s thick palm made contact with Kelly’s un-padded upper thigh, which instantly felt like fire.   “FUCK! OWWWWW!”  Kelly could not contain any of the emotion that first spank brought out, “ I won’t run away! I promise!”    “Language missy! Also, you did not count. I will start again.” His hand came down just as hard a second time.   “OWOWOWOWOWWWW!! Pl-pleaasee Al-” His hand came down again, harder.   “Papa Alan. I won’t correct you again without additional punishment, young lady. And again… You need to count.” He reached his hand up for another strike, Kelly’s behind instinctively recoiled away from the pain she was immediately getting used to, even though she was actually waiting for the next strike.   Alan’s hand came down once more, the force matching the intensity of the previous stroke, Kelly wanted to protest again, but Alan’s words were suddenly at the forefront of her concentration. “Th-Three Papa Alan? She looked at him and whimpered. He met her gaze and grinned.   “That was the first one you counted wasn’t it? So that’s one.” He raised his hand again. Instead of cowering away, Kelly found herself almost locked in place on Alan’s knee, waiting for his hand to make it way back to her now pink backside, but this time, she did not shy away. His hand met her skin with the same ferocity, but Kelly suddenly found herself, not in pain, but slowly leaking wetness into the diaper that was perched so perfectly onto Alan’s knee.    Alan’s hand came down once more.    “Two… Papa Alan.. It hurts so bad!” Her eyes now started to well up with tears as she screamed in protest. His hand raised again, almost as if he was not listening at all to the poor girl's wailing, coming down again in a thunderous clap against her exposed and now very pink crest of her lower bottom. Kelly let out a blood-curdling scream that made Alan wince due to his proximity.   “Unh.. That’s enough of that. Open your mouth.” Alan grabbed the back of Kelly’s ponytail, turning her head in his direction. He was now holding a much larger pacifier gag, which he proceeded to place in her mouth mid-sob and quickly secured the strap behind her head. This motion was becoming all too familiar, and while Kelly was in extreme protest to her current circumstances, she was beginning to find the security of the gag oddly comforting, giving her a plausible excuse to secretly regress under the security of this towering stranger.    Each strike brought her deeper and deeper into realms of pain that she had never before visited, but each time, almost in unconscious compliance, she dutifully counted out each one, every number she could manage to annunciate through her gag, reinforcing a single idea in the young woman.    She was not in control of anything. Any plans she had of enjoying her freedom from school were disappearing into a void of uncertainty, all being replaced with flashes of things she had read about, manifesting themselves with this strange, gorgeous man in vivid detail.   Her mind snapped back to reality and a severely burning and red rear end as she managed to squeak the number ten from behind her gag and tears.  Alan sat her up in place and looked her in the eyes, with a quiet sadness in his gaze.    “I don’t like doing things like this Baby Kel.. But I have no issue doing what is necessary to discipline little girls who try to run away or don’t do what they are told.” His words were a spear of authority, wrapped in the same warmth she first felt as she laid eyes on him. Kelly, almost as if hypnotised by the sound of Alan’s voice, suddenly felt all protest leave her body. As if expecting her to say something, he removed the gag and stroked her cheek, bringing her tear filled gaze to his own.   “I-I’m sowwy Papa Awan..” Kelly was immediately shocked as the words came out. The cheeks on her face now matched the complexion of her other, recently blushed cheeks.   “It’s ok kiddo, Papa Alan is here to look after you.” His smile widened as he cupped the back of Kelly’s head, letting her sink into his safety. “Let’s get you dressed.”   Alan stood up and made his way to Kelly’s closet, as he opened the door she realised all of the clothes that hung in there previously, had been replaced by all of her secret baby clothes! Alan ticked through each item, pausing every now and again to look at Kelly, as if to visualise what she might look like in each outfit. After a few minutes he pulled out a white onesie, with a Winnie the Pooh emblem on the chest, and a pattern of the rest of the characters in a single ruffle around the arms and a small skirt.    “Definitely this one.” He said gleefully, “I love Winnie the Pooh!! Ok little one, arms up!” Alan had bunched up her chosen outfit, and was gesturing to Kelly to lift her arms up. As if controlled by an invisible puppeteer, she complied. He slipped the onesie over Kelly’s head, manoeuvring her arms into the sleeves and pulling it down over her exposed breasts, her nipples catching ever so slightly on the fabric in resistance. With a swift hand underneath her padded behind, he slides her back until she is lying on the bed, using the same hand to clip the fasteners between her legs. His hand brushed her leg sensually as he stood up, Kelly could not help but to giggle babyishly.   “Absolutely adorable! I can already tell we’re going to have a good time for the next little while!” His cheer could have powered a small city for several days. “Now, I am guessing you might be a little hungry?” Kelly realised she had not actually eaten anything since lunch time the day before, her stomach made an audible growl in agreement to Alan’s question.    “Uh-huh! Hungy Papa!” Kelly’s doe-like eyes looking up at her newfound guardian, her arms reaching out to him, searching for embrace.    “Ok, come with me and we will get you something to eat.” Alan reached out his hand to meet Kelly’s, as she rose from the bed to take his direction into the living room. She found her usual stride displaced by the padding between her legs, waddling as she was led into the other room. Kelly immediately noticed the coffee table in the middle of the room had been replaced with a mobile cot, filled with an assortment of soft plush toys. Once she found herself standing in front of it, her legs were swept away from beneath her, and she was placed in the enclosure. “Now you sit here and play while I make you some breakfast.” As she sat on the floor, Alan seemed to look like a giant from her current perspective. Kelly googled softly, looking into his eyes like she was suddenly and completely seen for the first time. As much as the idea of being forced into this situation had caused her such anxiety, she now felt herself coming to terms with the idea that this beautiful man was going to be taking care of her, and for how long? At that moment she had no concept of the long term future, only being fed by her new “Papi.”    “I’ll be back in a minute little one, if you need anything just call for me!” Alan shouted as he retreated from view into the kitchen.    As he left, Kelly found herself taking in her wildly new environment. The fantasy she had been secretly dreaming about for several months was now coming true in an incredibly intense, yet somewhat comforting way. Even after such a brief, albeit intense interaction, Kelly was starting to feel that this may not be an altogether terrible experience.   Depending on what Alan relayed to her mother.. A flash of fear broke through Kelly’s daydream. “I can’t let him know how much I secretly want this! If he tells mama, this might go on forever! But what if he punishes me for protesting?? I need to play this just right..”   Kelly looked around and found one of her favourite plushies, a small otter she had named, “Chungungo”. She crawled across her enclosure, grabbing the toy tightly and lying down on the floor, almost in exhaustion. Her eyes started to grow heavy, as her last nights ‘sleep’ was far from restful. By the time Alan returned, she could hardly keep her eyes open. He scooped her up in a soothing single motion, and laid her down in his lap, as she almost dozed off, she felt the familiar sensation of the teat of a bottle pass her lips. Her eyes opened into a gaze at the bottle now in her mouth.   “Mmhmm–mmmm!!” Kelly tried to pull away, but found her head again nestled in the massive palm of Alan. All of her energy of resistance was replaced with a further level of regression, as she had no choice but to suckle on the warm milk that was now filling her mouth.    “Shhhh.. You don’t have anything to worry about now darlin, just relax and eat your breakfast, once you’re done I’ll put you down for a nap so I can get stuck into getting your new room ready!” A wave of fear washed over Kelly as Alan said this, but this feeling was overcome by a recently familiar situation..   Alan had placed sedatives in Kelly’s “Meal”. She found herself unable to keep her eyes open or keep her head aloft.   “Sweet dreams, you adorable little angel.. When you wake up everything will be ready for you..” The last words Kelly heard as she fell into unconsciousness..  

My experience with 9mm silicone pony beads taught me that is asking a lot of the urethra, I don’t even think I could insert a 9mm solid structure like that. If it was half that size it would be amazing as a skeleton inside a silicone stent to prevent collapse. I’ll stick with my stent 😁, no urethral or meatus trauma.

Chapter 29 : Morning came gently, the soft glow of light creeping through the curtains of the nursery. The room was quiet for a moment—peaceful—before Jill stepped inside, already dressed and moving with purpose.   She paused by the crib, looking down at Jack curled up under his blanket.   “Hey, sleepyhead,” she said softly, brushing a hand along his arm.   Jack stirred, his face scrunching slightly as he blinked awake. For a moment, he looked confused—then everything settled back into place.   “…Morning,” he mumbled, his voice small and groggy.   Marcus leaned against the doorway, arms crossed with a faint smile. “Rise and shine, buddy. Big day today.”   Jack pushed himself up slowly, rubbing his eyes. “Mrs. Turner?” he asked.   “Yep,” Jill replied. “We’re seeing her today.”   That got a bit more of a reaction. Jack sat up straighter—not exactly excited, but alert.   Jill lifted him from the crib and carried him over to the changing table. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.”   The moment she opened his pajama bottoms, she gave Marcus a look.   “…Yeah,” she said. “Definitely leaked again.”   Marcus sighed quietly. “That’s three times now.”   Jill nodded, already reaching for wipes. “I’m bringing it up today. We need to switch brands or something—this isn’t working.” Her tone was calm, but there was a clear note of concern underneath.   Jack lay there quietly as she changed him, staring up at the ceiling.   Mrs. Turner again, he thought. More rules… more watching.   He shifted slightly.   But… maybe it won’t be so bad today.   “All set,” Jill said, fastening a fresh diaper snugly. “Much better.”   They moved through the rest of the morning routine—getting dressed, brushing hair, straightening clothes. Jill picked out a neat outfit for Jack, making sure everything sat just right, while Marcus gathered a few essentials they might need.   “Looking sharp,” Marcus said, giving Jack an approving nod.   Jack glanced down at himself, then back up. “Ready?”   Jill smiled. “Almost.”   She paused for a moment, her expression thoughtful. “Don’t let me forget—I need to talk to Mrs. Turner about the diapers.”   “I’ll remind you,” Marcus said. “No way we’re dealing with another leak like yesterday.”   Once everything was set, they headed for the door. The stroller sat nearby, untouched.   “We’ll leave that,” Marcus said. “He can walk with us.”   Jill nodded in agreement.   Out in the hallway, Jill took one of Jack’s hands, Marcus taking the other. Jack’s smaller hands fit easily into theirs.   “Ready?” Jill asked gently.   Jack looked ahead, then squeezed their hands just a little. “…Ready.”   They started down the hall together, their pace steady.   Jack walked between them, his steps small but determined. He could feel the slight pull from each side—the guidance, the support.   I don’t have to do this alone, he realized quietly.   The closer they got, the more his stomach fluttered—not quite fear, not quite anticipation.   I wonder what today will be like.   Jill glanced down at him as they walked, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s going to be okay.”   Marcus nodded. “We’ve got you.”   Jack didn’t say anything this time, but he held onto their hands just a little tighter as they made their way toward Mrs. Turner’s class, stepping into whatever the day had waiting for them.   Mrs. Turner stood just outside the doorway of her classroom, hands loosely clasped as she greeted people coming and going. Her eyes scanned the hallway—and then she spotted them.   “There they are,” she said softly to herself.   Jill and Marcus were walking side by side, with Jack between them, each holding one of his hands. As they got closer, Mrs. Turner noticed the small details right away—the way Jack was walking a little more steadily, the way he wasn’t resisting, and most of all…   He looked almost like he was smiling behind his pacifier.   That alone made her expression warm.   “Well, good morning, you three,” Mrs. Turner called out as they approached.   “Morning,” Marcus replied.   “Hi,” Jill added with a polite smile.   Mrs. Turner’s gaze lingered on Jack for a moment. “And look at you,” she said gently. “Someone seems to be settling in a little.”   Jack shifted slightly, his confidence fading just a bit under the attention. He held onto Jill and Marcus a little tighter.   Jill chuckled softly. “He’s getting there.”   As they paused near the doorway, Jill adjusted the diaper bag on her shoulder. A corner of bright construction paper peeked out, catching Mrs. Turner’s eye.   “Oh? What’s this?” she asked, nodding toward the bag.   Jill glanced down, then smiled. “Oh—before that, actually, I wanted to ask you something.”   “Of course,” Mrs. Turner said.   “It’s about his diapers,” Jill continued. “We’ve had a few leaks… more than a few, honestly. I don’t think the current brand is working for him.”   Mrs. Turner nodded knowingly. “Ah, yes—that can definitely happen. Not every brand fits the same way.” She thought for a moment. “You might want to try something with a more flexible waistband or better overnight absorption, even during the day.”   Marcus chimed in, “Do you have any specific ones in mind?”   “There are a couple I’d recommend,” Mrs. Turner said, listing off a few options. “And there’s a store not too far from here that carries them reliably.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small notepad, quickly jotting something down. “Here—this is the address.”   Jill took it. “Thank you, that really helps.”   “Of course,” Mrs. Turner replied. “Comfort makes a big difference.”   Then she turned her attention back to Jack, crouching slightly so she was more at his level.   “And what about you?” she asked kindly. “Would you like to say hello?”   Jack hesitated, his pacifier still in his mouth. He looked at Jill, then Marcus, then back at Mrs. Turner. His cheeks puffed slightly as he worked around the pacifier.   “Hewwo,” he said softly, the word coming out with a small, babyish lisp.   Mrs. Turner’s smile widened just a bit. “Well, hello there. It’s nice to see you again.”   Jack gave a tiny nod but stayed close, still a little shy.   Mrs. Turner gestured toward the bag. “Now… I’m very curious about that paper.”   Jill brightened. “Oh! Right—this is for you.”   She pulled out the piece of construction paper and carefully handed it over. “Jack made it yesterday.”   Mrs. Turner took it gently, holding it up to look at the colorful scribbles and shapes. “Oh my goodness,” she said, her tone full of genuine delight. “This is wonderful.”   Jack peeked at her reaction, his eyes lighting up just a little.   “You made this for me?” she asked.   Jack nodded, a bit more confidently this time.   “Well, I love it,” she said warmly. “I think I’ll have to find a special place for it.”   Jill smiled. “He was really proud of it.”   “He should be,” Mrs. Turner replied.   She stood back up and gestured toward the classroom. “Alright, come on in. Let’s get started for the day.”   Marcus opened the door, and the trio followed Mrs. Turner inside, the familiar routine beginning again—but this time, with a small piece of progress tucked quietly into the moment.   As Jill, Marcus, and Jack followed Mrs. Turner into the classroom, a few students from the earlier session were still gathering their things. Conversations quieted just a little as people noticed them.   There was a noticeable difference this time. Jack wasn’t resisting or pulling away—he walked between Jill and Marcus, holding their hands, his pacifier in place and his expression calm. Marcus, too, seemed more relaxed, less tense than before.   A girl near the aisle gave a small wave. “Hi, Jack,” she said gently.   Jack blinked, caught off guard. He hesitated, then lifted his hand just slightly in return before lowering it again, staying close to Jill.   “Aww,” someone else said quietly. “That’s actually kind of sweet.”   Marcus heard a few of the comments but didn’t react much. If anything, he just guided Jack a little more carefully toward their seats.   “Alright, let’s get settled,” Jill said softly.   They reached their table, and Jill helped Jack climb into his seat while Marcus set the diaper bag down nearby. Jack looked around the room, taking in the familiar setting, then focused on the tabletop in front of him.   Mrs. Turner moved to the front of the room, clapping her hands lightly to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone, let’s bring it in.”   The room gradually quieted.   “Let’s start with a quick check-in,” she continued. “How is everyone doing with their assignments so far?”   A few hands went up.   “We’ve got most of our outline done,” one group shared.   “We’re still figuring out our approach,” another admitted.   Mrs. Turner nodded, listening and offering small bits of feedback. “That’s fine—just make sure you’re making steady progress.”   Then she added, almost casually, “And just as a reminder, each group will be giving a presentation by the end of the week.”   That got a reaction.   A few students immediately started whispering to each other.   “Wait—this week?”   “Already?”   One group near the back groaned softly, while another leaned in close, talking quickly.   “We need to split up the slides—like, today,” someone said in a hushed panic.   Marcus glanced at Jill. “Well… that’s happening.”   Jill exhaled slowly. “We’ll figure it out.”   Meanwhile, Jack looked between them, picking up on the shift in energy even if he didn’t fully understand it.   Presentation? he thought vaguely. That sounds… important.   Mrs. Turner gave the room a moment to settle before continuing. “No need to panic,” she said, her tone calm but firm. “You have time—but use it wisely.”   Class moved forward after that, with students breaking into their groups, some already planning, others still catching up.   Mrs. Turner stepped away from the front and began walking around the room, stopping at each table. She crouched slightly or leaned in as needed, speaking quietly with each group.   “How’s your progress here?”   “Do you have a clear structure?”   “Let’s refine that idea a bit…”   The room filled with a low hum of discussion.   Jack sat quietly between Jill and Marcus, listening to them talk.   “We could divide it into sections,” Marcus said. “Intro, main points, conclusion.”   Jill nodded. “Yeah, and maybe visuals to go with it—keep it engaging.”   Jack watched them, his fingers lightly tapping the table.   They’re working together, he thought. Like… for something big.   After a few more stops, Mrs. Turner made her way over to their table. She smiled as she approached.   “Alright,” she said, resting a hand lightly on the edge of the table. “How are we doing over here?”   Jill looked up. “We’re starting to map things out.”   Marcus nodded. “Just figuring out how to break everything down.”   Mrs. Turner gave an approving nod. “Good. That’s exactly where you should be.”   Then her gaze softened slightly as it shifted to Jack.   “And how about you?” she asked gently. “How are you feeling today?”   Jack looked up at her, still a bit shy but more composed than before. He adjusted his hands on the table and spoke around his pacifier again.   “…Okay,” he said quietly.   Mrs. Turner smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.”   She looked between the three of them. “You’ve all made some nice progress already. Keep building on that.”   With that, she gave them a small nod and moved on to the next group, leaving the trio to continue working—this time with a clearer sense of direction, and just a little more confidence than before.

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