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Here's part two of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. 😴😴😴😏😏 May woke up and looked around. At first, she was confused why she was in a nursery before she smelled a gross smell and realized it was coming from her. Seeing that she was wrapped in a fleece blanket next to Misty and Dawn, May remembered what happened to her, and what was worse, she had used her diaper along with the others. At that, she began crying, her pacifier falling from her mouth. "Help!!" May wailed. "Someone please help!! Mommy!! Daddy!! DADDY!!!" May’s frantic wails echoed through the brightly colored nursery, instantly jolting Misty and Dawn awake. Misty sat up with a heavy gasp, her eyes wide with shock. A split second later, the unpleasant realization hit her, along with the distinct smell. Her face burned a violent shade of crimson as she realized she and Dawn had met the exact same fate during their heavy, formula-induced sleep. "Oh, no... no, no, no!" Misty groaned, her voice muffled as her Staryu pacifier popped out onto the fleece blanket. She stared down at her mittened hands in utter, mortified disbelief. "This is not happening! I'm an official Gym Leader! I have a reputation!" Dawn hit the floor mat with a soft thud, her pink-mittened hands flying up to cover her red face. Her Piplup pacifier tumbled down beside her as she burst into tears alongside May. "I want to go home!" Dawn sobbed hysterically, her single ponytail bobbing frantically. "I don't care about the conveyor belts anymore! Nurse Joy, save us!" Before their chorus of dramatic weeping could escalate any further, the thick pastel-pink double doors clicked open. In walked Nurse Joy, holding a clipboard and looking utterly flabbergasted. Beside her stood Officer Jenny, who looked equally stunned, holding a set of master keys. Behind them was the gothic cousin, holding a fresh armful of giant cloth diapers and a massive box of baby wipes, looking pleasantly surprised. "Oh! Cousin Joy, Officer Jenny! You're just in time," the gothic woman chirped warmly. "The three little Rocket grunts just woke up from their nap. They're a bit fussy, but they've been very well-behaved babies!" Nurse Joy dropped her clipboard onto the floor with a loud clatter. Her eyes darted from May’s tear-stained face to Dawn’s frilly bonnet, and finally to Misty’s bare, shaved head with its single ridiculous curl. "M-Misty?! May?! Dawn?!" Nurse Joy gasped, clutching her cheeks in horror. "Oh, sweet Arceus! The security protocol targeted you?!" Officer Jenny’s jaw dropped. She quickly reached to her belt, hitting a remote control that instantly powered down the entire automated security network with a low, dying whine. "The automated system flag must have triggered when Misty picked up that unrecorded Togepi egg!" Jenny yelled, rushing forward. "I am so, so sorry! It was supposed to trap Team Rocket!" May sniffled, looking up through her tears with wide, desperate eyes. "Nurse Joy! Please tell us you're fixing this right now!" "Of course! Right away!" Nurse Joy said, her face pale with guilt as she turned to her cousin. "Cousin luna, quickly, we need to get them cleaned up, out of those diapers, and into proper clothes!" Gothic luna blinked, looking slightly disappointed, but she gave a respectful nod. "Oh dear. So they aren't Rocket grunts after all? What a shame... they were so cute." Within twenty minutes, Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny had carefully helped the three girls out of their absurd baby attire. After a long, proper shower, the three of them stood in the nursery's private staff room, wrapped in giant, comfortable bathrobes while Nurse Joy handed them fresh, clean spare clothes. Misty looked into a full-length mirror, gently touching her bare scalp. She sighed, though a tiny smirk managed to play at the edge of her lips as she looked over at May and Dawn, who were both groaning while drying their hair. "Well," Misty said dryly, tying the belt of her robe. "On the bright side... those cloth diapers really were super soft." May burst out laughing despite her residual humiliation, burying her face in a towel, while Dawn threw a sofa pillow straight at Misty’s head. "Don't you dare mention this to anyone!" Dawn squeaked, her face turning pink all over again. "Deal," Misty laughed, ducking the pillow. "Absolute secrecy. But first... Nurse Joy, I think we earned a very long, very quiet lunch break." "Yes, you have." Nurse Joy said. "Those sandwiches--" "Hold everything!" Officer Jenny said. "My security system caused this drama. I'll treat everyone to lunch and hopefully, we can put this behind us." "Amen." May said. "First, I'll just put security on auto in case Team Rocket grunts try to break in." Officer Jenny said as she flipped a switch on a remote. "If any known member of Team Rocket enters while we're gone, they're going straight to Nanny Luna." The five walked off as Team Rocket member Jessie watched them go, smirking. Not missing a beat, she changed out of her Team Rocket uniform with the white shirt with the large R on front, her white miniskirt, and black gloves and pants. She then put on a simple school girl outfit that complimented her long maroon hair that curled in the back and her blue eyes. She walked into the Pokémon Nursery. This was perfect. All she had to do was get a job, and she could swipe powerful baby Pokémon to use against Ash and Pikachu, who James and Meowth were still keeping an eye on. She approached a desk as a robotic version of Nanny Luna looked her over, scanning her body and recognizing her as Jessie of Team Rocket. "Hello!" Jessie said in a high-pitched southern accent. "I was wonderin' if y'all might be takin' applications?" "Welcome to the Pokémon Nursery!" the robotic Nanny Luna chimed in its cheery, synthesized voice. Its internal scanner gave a faint, unnoticed hum as it cross-referenced Jessie's facial features and structural data against Officer Jenny's master database of regional offenders. Match found: Jessie of Team Rocket. The mechanical unit didn't hesitate for a single microsecond. The smooth, southern front-desk facade dropped instantly as a loud red light flashed overhead, accompanied by a bright, cheerful lullaby chime. "Applicant status: APPROVED for immediate fast-track orientation!" the machine chirped happily. Before Jessie could even register the odd phrasing, the floor beneath her polished schoolgirl shoes clicked open. "Wait, what—!" Jessie squealed as she plunged straight down the dark pneumatic chute, her high-pitched accent completely dropping into her real, desperate scream. WHOOSH. She shot through the underground pipe system at breakneck speed, tumbling head over heels until she slammed hard onto the familiar green conveyor belt with blue rollers. "What in the world?!" Jessie gasped, scrambling to get her knees under her. She looked around the dark, metallic tunnel in total confusion. "James?! Meowth?! Is this one of your stupid contraptions?!" Before she could stand up, the automated system whirred into high gear. "Commencing standard intake, stripping, and infant-identification protocols for high-priority Rocket Operative," the ceiling speakers droned softly. A network of yellow-and-pink double-jointed mechanical arms dropped from the shadows above. Two heavy vice grips pinned Jessie’s wrists to the belt, while three more clamped securely around her waist and ankles. "Hey! Get your mechanical paws off me! This skirt is imported!" Jessie shrieked, kicking wildly, but the industrial machinery didn't budge an inch. Within seconds, precision shears sliced through her cute schoolgirl outfit, peeling away the top, the miniskirt, and her undergarments until she was left entirely bare on the cold moving belt. "My clothes!" Jessie wailed, her pride instantly shattering into pure panic. "Help! Police! Poachers! Anyone!" "Initiating complete aesthetic reset for criminal rehabilitation," the automated voice announced pleasantly. "Touch one strand of my hair and I'll turn this place into scrap metal!" Jessie threatened, her blue eyes flashing with rage. The machine paid no mind to her threat. Heavy iron shears came down. Snip. Snip. Jessie’s iconic, massive maroon ponytail was severed in two swift cuts, hitting the conveyor belt floor with a soft thud. Jessie let out a heartbroken, blood-curdling scream as an electric razor hummed to life, buzzing across her head until her scalp was completely smooth—save for a single lock at the crown, which was promptly wrapped and pinched into a absurd, bouncing baby curl. "MY HAIR! MY BEAUTIFUL, MAGNIFICENT HAIR!" Jessie sobbed hysterically, tears streaming down her shaven cheeks. The arms forced her onto her knees, sticking her backside into the air. Beep. "Temperature check complete. 98.6 degrees," the voice chimed as Jessie gasped from the icy intrusion, completely paralyzed with shame. The belt carried her directly under the robotic Officer Jenny for a thorough, stinging spanking, followed immediately by a rough, soapy bath that left her choking on bubbles, and finally dropped her onto the plush diapering station. Two heavy-duty side buttons snapped into place around her waist, securing a thick, pillowy cloth diaper around her pelvis. The pastel-pink double doors opened, and the real Nanny Luna stepped back into the sunlit room, holding a giant two-liter bottle of warm formula and a dark purple pacifier with a Arbok printed on the end. "Oh, look!" Nanny Luna beamed warmly, walking over to the sobbing, bald, diapered Jessie. "Officer Jenny's system sent me a extra special baby to look after today!" Jessie lay on her stomach, patting her bare head and staring up at the giant gothic woman in pure, absolute horror as Nanny Luna leaned down with the bottle. Jessie tried to fight back, but the bottle was shoved into her mouth, and Nanny Luna squeezed, filling Jessie's mouth with milk and forcing her to swallow as she suddenly realized that she was getting bloated. She tried to stop as more was squeezed into her mouth. After several minutes, the bottle was empty, and Jessie was absurdly bloated with a ridiculous pot belly. She looked like a giant baby. Nanny Luna then draped Jessie over her shoulder and patted her back until Jessie burped loudly. Jessie began crying over the humiliation before being set down. This wasn't fair! She was an agent of Team Rocket! She didn't deserve to be babied by this lunatic, and she was going to make her displeasure known. "I'm not a baby you lunatic!!" Jessie shouted. "Let me out of here, or I'll--" The Arbok pacifier was put into her mouth before Nanny Luna moved her cheeks in and out, forcing her to suck on the pacifier. She tried to spit it out, but a soft hypnotic lullaby began playing, subliminally encouraging Jessie to suck on her pacifier, and it worked quickly thanks to her distressed state. She sucked on her pacifier and cried at what she had been brought to. Nanny Luna then slapped Jessie hard on her diapered butt, making her whimper as she sucked on her pacifier more and more. She looked up nervously at Nanny Luna while her face had become stern. Jessie couldn't even bring herself to stand up thanks to her imposing visage. "No back talking." Nanny Luna said firmly. "Next time it won't just be a quick slap but a full spanking and then straight to your crib. Now, I'm going to get you dressed in a cute little outfit and explain the rules. If you're good, I might even read you a story." Jessie sank onto her padded bottom, her eyes wide with total submission as she clutched her bloated, milk-filled belly with both hands. The soft, subliminal lullaby kept her lips moving in a steady, rhythmic suck around the Arbok pacifier, completely neutralizing her usual fiery temper. The sharp sting on her diapered rear was a crystal-clear reminder that this giant gothic woman meant business, and without her Pokémon or her outfit, Jessie was completely powerless. Nanny Luna’s stern expression melted back into her usual syrupy-sweet smile. She turned toward a nearby wardrobe and pulled out a fresh set of clothes, customized just for her newest "intake." "Now then, let's make you look like a proper little angel," Nanny Luna cooed softly. First, she untied a dark purple baby bonnet with magenta frills around the border and secured it snugly under Jessie's chin, perfectly covering her smooth, shaven head—save for the single ridiculous lock that curled up through a tiny hole at the top. Next, she tied a bright white bib with a red 'R' crossed out in crayon around Jessie's neck. Finally, she slid dark purple mittens over Jessie's hands and matching padded booties over her feet. Jessie whimpered softly around her pacifier, looking down at her mittened hands. She was a high-ranking Team Rocket operative! She had stolen rare Pokémon, faced down legendary beasts, and outmaneuvered Interpol! Yet here she was, sitting on a soft foam mat in a giant cloth diaper, a bonnet, and booties, completely subdued by warm milk and a pacifier. Nanny Luna knelt down in front of her, gently tapping the tip of Jessie's nose. "Rule number one: No trying to steal the baby Pokémon," Nanny Luna said with a firm tilt of her head. "Rule number two: Pacifiers stay in your mouth. Rule number three: You use your diaper, just like a good little girl. And rule number four: When Nanny speaks, you listen." Jessie nodded frantically, her single lock of hair bobbing up and down. "Good girl," Nanny Luna said, smoothing down Jessie's purple bonnet. She picked up the massive copy of The Little Slowpoke That Could and sat down in her rocking chair right in front of the diapered Rocket grunt. "Now, sit nicely and listen up. It's storytime." Jessie pulled her mittened hands to her chest, leaning her bloated tummy back against a plush Snorlax pillow. As the soothing sound of Nanny Luna reading filled the sunlit room, Jessie’s eyelids began to feel impossibly heavy. The combination of the heavy formula, the comfortable diaper, and the soft lullaby proved too much to fight. Within minutes, the feared Team Rocket agent was fast asleep, puffing softly around her Arbok pacifier, completely reformed—at least until naptime was over. Nanny Luna was about to begin setting up Jessie's new crib when she saw another Team Rocket agent sneak in through the window. She was in a black version of Jessie's original outfit with white gloves and boots. She had bright orange hair done up in pigtails and purple eyes. The facial recognition software her robotic duplicate had, she was identified as Cassidy, another Team Rocket grunt and smiled at the new baby. She was sure Joy and Officer Jenny would be excited to see her. Nanny Luna’s eyes lit up with maternal delight. Without missing a beat, she reached down to her apron pocket and pressed a small, subtle button on her remote control. "Oh, another little visitor sneaking in through the window!" Nanny Luna cooed softly, taking extra care not to wake the soundly sleeping, bloated Jessie. "And just in time for afternoon naptime." Before Cassidy could even land on the nursery floor, the hidden ceiling sensors above the window flashed red. Instantly, the pair of jointed yellow-and-pink security arms shot out from the wall. "What the—?!" Cassidy gasped, her purple eyes widening in shock as the vice-like grips clamped down hard on her wrists and waist, pinning her mid-air. "Intake protocol initiated for secondary Rocket Operative: Cassidy," the automated system announced softly. A trapdoor clicked open directly beneath her, and with a sudden WHOOSH, Cassidy was dropped straight into the pneumatic chute. Her sharp screams echoed down the metallic tube as she shot toward the basement processing center. Down below, the automated system went straight to work with terrifying efficiency:  * The Stripping Box: Her sleek black uniform, miniskirt, and boots were swiftly cut to ribbons, leaving her stripped down on the cold blue rollers.  * The Grooming Station: Heavy shears chopped off her bright orange pigtails, followed by the buzzing electric razor that shaved her head clean—leaving only a single, bouncing lock at the top wrapped in a neat little curl.  * The Discipline & Prep: A quick, stinging spanking from the robotic Officer Jenny, an industrial bath, a sharp beep from the pediatric thermometer, and a plush, high-absorbency cloth diaper snapped securely around her waist. Less than ten minutes later, the pastel-pink doors of the nursery room swung open again. The conveyor belt delivered a thoroughly stunned, bald, and diapered Cassidy straight to Nanny Luna’s waiting arms. "Welcome to the nursery, sweetie," Nanny Luna smiled warmly, scooping up the mortified Rocket grunt like a toddler. Before Cassidy could open her mouth to yell, a massive two-liter bottle of warm formula was pressed to her lips. In minutes, Cassidy was completely bloated, loudly burped over Nanny Luna's shoulder, and outfitted in a bright orange bonnet, matching bib, mittens, and booties. A soft Sablenite-themed pacifier was popped into her mouth, its built-in lullaby instantly lulling the teary-eyed, exhausted grunt into a soothing daze. Nanny Luna gently set Cassidy down on the soft foam mat right next to Jessie. She pulled a cozy fleece blanket over both diapered grunts, watching as they snuggled together in their sleep, puffing softly on their pacifiers. "There we go," Nanny Luna whispered happily, patting both of their bare, curl-adorned heads. "Now I'll just need to set up two cribs." When Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, Misty, May, and Dawn finally returned from their sandwich break, they peeked through the playroom window to find Team Rocket's most notorious duo fast asleep, completely pacified, padded, and harmless—leaving the nursery in total, peaceful quiet. "Well, let's get back to work." May said, eager to get back to cleaning the baby Pokémon. "Yes, please." Nurse Joy said. "And if you use your diapers, let me know, and I'll have a special means of changing you." "I'll be good." May said, quickly returning to her station and waving Dawn over. Despite her hat sitting on her nearly bald head, she was ready to care for babies. Dawn couldn't help but let out a giggling snort as she hurried back to her station right beside May. Even with May’s original hat perched awkwardly over her smooth, shaven head—and her single, silly little curl poking out from under the brim—she carried herself with the exact same bubbly energy as before. "You look ridiculously adorable, May," Dawn whispered, adjusting her own beanie over her bare scalp, where her white-beaded curl wiggled with every step. "Though I am never drinking warm milk out of a two-liter bottle again as long as I live." "Agreed," Misty called out from the front desk, settling back into her high-back office chair with a sigh of relief. She pulled the headset over her ears, adjusting her own blue cap to hide her new haircut as best she could. "And if anyone asks about my hair when we get back to Cerulean, I'm blaming a wild Electabuzz. Now, let's clear this backlog!" The blue rollers of the conveyor belt hummed back to life, smoothly carrying the next wave of tiny, diapered arrivals into the delivery room. First up for May was a energetic baby Magby, who blew tiny, sparkling smoke rings into the air. May leaned in with a soft cloth, carefully polishing its warm forehead until it gleamed, expertly tying a tiny red bow around its cute little neck before passing it along. Dawn caught the Magby with a bright smile, scanned its wristband with a quick beep, and set it on the Magma-line track bound for the Johto region. Through the glass window, Misty’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she effortlessly handled the incoming calls. "Thank you for holding! Yes, sir, your Magby is officially on the belt and fully prepped for transfer... You're very welcome!" She logged the entry, shot a bright thumbs-up to May and Dawn, and picked up the next line without missing a single beat. Working side by side, the three of them were a complete machine. The fear, confusion, and ridiculousness of Nanny Luna's holding cell were behind them, replaced by the warm, rewarding joy of helping the orphaned Pokémon find their new beginnings. May leaned over the belt, carefully brushing a sweet little diapered Pichu that purred with absolute delight. "You know," May said with a bright grin, looking over at Dawn and Misty, "hair grows back, but these smiles? Total core memory." Dawn laughed, placing the glowing Pichu on its padded track. "Just promise me we check for tags before we touch the next egg!" Meanwhile, Jessie woke up in her cell and saw Cassidy leaning against her. The little traitor was back with Team Rocket?! Probably to steal her glory! Sucking angrily on her pacifier, she pinched Cassidy's arm as hard as she could. Cassidy woke up crying as she saw Jessie and pinched her back. Jessie immediately shoved her away, and the two glared at each other. Jessie was ready for a fight. Suddenly, Cassidy was grabbed by the mechanical arms of the nursery prison. "Uh, uh, uh." Nanny Luna said as she also picked up Jessie. "No fighting. Now you'll have to be disciplined." Nanny Luna carried Jessie to a chair and began spanking her, making Jessie cry, even with her soft diaper cushioning the blows. She kicked her feet as hard as she could but couldn't free herself, crying behind her pacifier. She was a member of Team Rocket! She didn't deserve this horrific treatment!! Jessie’s muffled wails echoed off the pastel walls as Nanny Luna’s hand landed with a steady, firm thwack-thwack-thwack against her plush cloth diaper. Even with the thick padding muffling the force, the sheer indignity of being held over a giant knee—kicking her purple-bootied feet in complete futility—sent tears spilling over her flushed cheeks. "I'm a senior field operative!" Jessie tried to scream around her Arbok pacifier, but it only came out as a series of pathetic, babyish squeaks: "Mmmph! Mff-mm-mph!" "There now," Nanny Luna said smoothly, easing up on the spankings after a final, resonant tap to Jessie's padded rear. "That will teach you to keep your hands to yourself during quiet time." Setting a sniffling, thoroughly defeated Jessie down on the padded floor, Nanny Luna turned her stern gaze toward Cassidy, who was still pinned mid-air by the yellow-and-pink mechanical arms. Cassidy’s purple eyes widened in absolute terror as she realized she was next in line. "And as for you, young lady," Nanny Luna scolded gently, picking up a heavy wooden paddle from her apron pocket, "pinching your sister in the nursery earns a double turn." Cassidy kicked frantically, her orange-bootied feet swinging uselessly as the arms brought her down right onto Nanny Luna’s lap. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Cassidy’s eyes bulged, and she burst into loud, heartbroken wails, her Sablenite pacifier bobbing furiously as her bare, curl-adorned head dropped in total humiliation. Once the discipline was finished, Nanny Luna expertly lifted both grunts by their underarms and carried them over to a pair of massive, pastel-blue wooden cribs lined with soft plush bars. Clack. She set them side-by-side in separate cribs, pulling the high wooden rails up and locking them securely in place. "Now," Nanny Luna said with a sweet, cheerful smile, popping fresh pacifiers into their mouths and draping heavy fleece blankets over their bloated, padded laps. "You two will stay in your cribs until dinner. If I hear another peep or see another pinch, it's no bedtime story for either of you!" Jessie immediately curled up into a tight ball under her blanket, clutching her bloated belly and sucking rhythmically on her pacifier with her eyes shut tight, completely terrified of provoking the gothic woman any further. Cassidy lay flat on her back, staring helplessly at the mobile of tiny Flying-type Pokémon spinning slowly above her crib, sniffling softly as she accepted her cozy, padded imprisonment. Through the observation window down the hall, Nurse Joy, Misty, May, and Dawn paused their grooming work for a brief moment to watch the two notorious Rocket agents quietly tucked into their cribs. Misty let out a long, satisfied breath, adjusting her nursery cap over her single orange curl with a triumphant grin. "You know what? I think Officer Jenny’s security system turned out to be a massive success after all." "Definitely," May giggled, picking up her brush to fluff the tail of a happy baby Vulpix. "They look much better at taking naps than taking Pokémon!" To be continued...

More serious, less diapers, and weighs into a somewhat controversial ABDL topic of public accidents.    Part Eight: The Elephant in the Room Jacob had one last therapy session a few days before school started. His parents had thought it was a good idea for him to talk with his counselor before the transition from a summer in diapers back to school. Prior to the session, Maria had given a short description of the pants pooping incident in the patient portal (she warned Jacob before she did so). At the beginning of the session, Stephanie and Jacob just talked about how Jacob was nervous about the start of the school year, not just for what it would mean for his diapers, but also because he knew this year would be the first year he would have real homework and would even switch classes some during the day. About halfway through the session, Stephanie asked him if he wanted to talk about his accident. Jacob sat silently for a moment – he knew his mom had told Stephanie, and he actually did have some questions. Still, it was really hard to talk about. They had talked about his diapers and even that he used them, but talking about going potty in his pants was still awkward. He started by asking Stephanie a question. “When we started therapy, you said that if there was something I didn’t want you to tell my parents you wouldn’t. Is that true?” Stephanie answered carefully. “That’s mostly true. If you tell me something that I think I need to share with your parents for your safety, or if you tell me someone else is in danger, I have to tell them. But I will make sure you know that I told them.” Jacob sat silent for a moment longer, absent-mindedly coloring a picture of a soccer player kicking the ball. “What did mom tell you about the accident?” Stephanie shared what little she knew. Jacob had chosen not to use the bathroom in a store, pooped his pants, and then, when given a choice, chose to wear a diaper home. Jacob said, “There was a little more than that. I didn’t use the bathroom because it was really gross. I thought I could make it home. Then, after I pooped my pants, my mom looked in the back of my shorts in the middle of the store, then took me to the diaper aisle to buy wipes and a bag of diapers. And then at the bathroom, a little girl told her mom she thought I had pooped my pants because of the smell. Mom also let that family go first because it was too late for us anyway.  At first, I was really upset that she did all that stuff. But then in the bathroom, she let me pick whether I wanted to wear underwear or a diaper. And I really wanted to wear the diaper.” Stephanie responded, “It sounds like you’re saying you were really embarrassed at first, but that you were then glad your mom grabbed the diapers.” “Yeah, I just didn’t want anyone to know I’d had an accident. But then I really liked being in the diaper. It made me feel safe.” Jacob hesitated. Jacob stopped again. Stephanie said, “It sounds like you want to say something else. You can share with me if you want to, but I’m not going to make you talk about this more if you don’t want to today.” Jacob continued. “I’m worried there’s something wrong with me because I keep thinking about the accident. It was really embarrassing, but I also kind of liked it. Even having a few people at the store know I was in a diaper is kind of exciting. I just keep thinking about it. I wouldn’t be sad if it happened again.” Stephanie chose her next words carefully. “Jacob, there are a few things we need to talk about, just you and me to start. First, we really don’t know why we enjoy certain things. Some things, lots of people enjoy, like ice cream and movies. But even then, different people like different flavors and different types of movies. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Jacob nodded, “I think so – we all like different things.” Stephanie continued. “I don’t know why you like to wear diapers. It also sounds like you like the feeling when you have an accident. I don’t know why you like that either. But if you aren’t hurting anyone else and liking diapers doesn’t hurt your performance at things that are important like school or other things you love like soccer, then that’s ok. So I don’t want you to think something is wrong with you just because you like something most people don’t.” Stephanie handed Jacob a tissue as she saw some tears starting to form. “Now, Jacob, I need you to tell me what those two conditions were of me saying diapers are ok.” “As long as I’m still doing good at other stuff and I don’t hurt someone, then I’m ok?” Stephanie said, “that’s right. Now we may add more stuff later, but that’s the basics. I think we need to talk about the not hurting other people a little bit more. I’m going to use an analogy to start.” Jacob piped up, “what’s an analogy?” Stephanie smiled, “It’s always good to ask questions when you don’t understand something – an analogy is just a similar situation we can use to understand something else. Let’s start by thinking about playing games with your brother. What happens when you want to play a game your brother doesn’t want to? Is he happy if you try to make him?” “No – he doesn’t like that. Mom makes us talk it out and pick something we both want to do or to take turns.” “That sounds like a good strategy. Some things that are enjoyable to us are not enjoyable to others.” Jacob was a little confused. “I’m not trying to make anyone else wear diapers.” “But are there times when wearing diapers or having accidents involve others?” Jacob thought for a moment “I guess my parents have to buy my diapers and they put them on me and change me when I use them.” Stephanie smiled. “That’s right – your parents help you with your diapers. And they’ve both said that’s ok, at least for now. Is there anything they’ve asked you to think about with your diaper changes? Maybe something they’ve asked you not to do?” Jacob turned a little red and answered, “Yeah – dad has said he doesn’t want to change messy diapers, and mom said she’d do it sometimes, but asked me not to do it too often.” “That’s a really good example – they’ve shared what we call a boundary with you. And would your mom be happy if she had to clean up your poopy diapers every day?” Jacob shook his head no. “Ok, let’s think about having an accident around other people. I know you were embarrassed, but how were other people affected?” “Well, my mom was upset – and I know she told me she doesn’t want to have to wash poopy clothes. And she may have been embarrassed too.” “Right – your mom doesn’t want you to have accidents in public if you can prevent it, which it sounds like you could have in this case with different choices. Was anyone else affected?” “I don’t know what you mean.” “Well, you said another family smelled your accident. You said when you think about the accident, that you kind of liked that other people knew. Do you think those people would agree to smell your poopy underwear?” Jacob was bright red now. “I guess not – but this was an accident!” “You’re right, this time was an accident. But it would be different if you had an accident on purpose that affected other people. Does that make sense? It’s one thing to have an actual accident or for people to smell stinky things where they expect to like in the bathroom, but it would be different if you had an on purpose accident around people who didn’t agree to it.” Jacob nodded. Stephanie finished, “Sometimes we have to make sure that stuff we do for fun doesn’t hurt other people.” Jacob then asked, “I know I shouldn’t try to have an accident around people, but how do I stop thinking about it?” Stephanie simply said, “It can be hard to do. We can work on some tools to help. I also think it’s ok to talk to your parents about this. You don’t have to tell them all you told me, but your parents have been really understanding. “During our debrief, I’m going to suggest to your parents that they talk to you about accidents and some strategies that may help you deal with dirty bathrooms. Sometimes, having a good plan of what to do if a bathroom is gross can help. Is that ok?” Jacob answered, “I guess, but you’re not going to tell them I liked having the accident?” “No, that is between us. But if it continues to be a challenge for you, we may need to bring them into the conversation. And it seems your parents, especially your mom, already understand that you like going potty in your pants. I can help you talk to them if you like.” Jacob just said, “I understand.”   That night in her debrief, Stephanie started the conversation with Jacob in the room. Together with his parents, they came up with some strategies to use if he thought a bathroom was too gross. They considered trying to get an accommodation put in place for Jacob regarding bathrooms at school, but decided to table it for the moment. Then Stephanie asked Jacob if it was ok if she and Rebecca talked to his parents alone for a minute; an assistant walked him to the daycare area. Stephanie had a simple message for Maria and James. “Jacob is a thoughtful kid, but he is facing a number of stressors right now. I think it is a good idea to have a clear conversation with him about where you anticipate diapers fitting in with school starting. It may also be necessary to revisit conversations about what you are ok with and what you are not ok with; it’s ok if that changes over time. You just need to make sure to keep the communication with Jacob open. “I’d like to see Jacob a week or two after school starts. I know that’s before when his next appointment was going to be, but it sounds like this school year could be a little stressful. I just want to chat with him.” Maria and James nodded and made an appointment for mid-way through the first week of school.

Maddison tried to push away all thoughts of Alice; she didn't want to be treated like a helpless baby. However, Camilla was different from Ana; she would respect their agreement and wouldn't let things devolve into full-blown babying, as Camilla was sweet, caring, and affectionate. Maddison knew the changing table would be a huge help to Camilla, so that was non-negotiable—she would accept it. The crib, however, was an interesting matter. Maddison came up with a solution: she still wanted the freedom to get out of bed at night, but on some nights, she would agree to sleep in a portable crib or the crib itself.

Andrea.  😂 "He peed his pants like a little baby boy."  Not long after she needs to go potty.  "Looks like I will be doing the same thing baby boy.  You like watching us wet ourselves don't you?"   Me "yes I do"   Jennifer starts laughing and tinkles while doing it 

@CptKirk On July 30 i had emergency triple bypass and a mechanical permanent heart valve replacement surgery done. Fortunately one of the Top Cardiac Surgeons in the World works out of the small nearby hospital. One of his team described me as a "walking miracle."  I am feeling better now, it's been a month. It still sucks at times. I am staying with my mom and sister while I recover.    I do have diabetes, but that wasn't truly why I lost the toe. You can't have any infections before heart surgery. So instead of treating the bone infection, a months long process, it was easier to amputate.    To be honest, as bad as the crappy Depends are, they were better than nothing, which was what I had on before them. Plus part of my therapy was getting up to use the potty.