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Yep, well, fortunately a quick look through this forum shows no one is discussing having sex with animals so I think we're OK there.

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It's time for Ryan's first day in his new job. The question is... what is actually going to be asked to do? --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Ryan was stood in front of the mirror in his suit. He had been waiting for this, but it was still a scary prospect. He was about to go to his first day at his new job and it was a very strange feeling because he didn’t really know exactly what he would be doing. He had been promised a government job, and a decent one at that, but he knew nothing else. It had hindered his ability to prepare for it to say the least. The weekend had been tense. After the revelations from his wife, he had found himself feeling on edge constantly. Ryan half-expected the door to suddenly be broken down and to be arrested, that it was all a trap that Anna had walked right into. So far nothing had happened, but he was still anxious. Things had been a bit frosty between him and Anna since the mini argument, whilst they had kissed and made up he could tell Anna hadn’t fully forgiven and forgotten yet. Ryan had found that he constantly had to bite his tongue. He wanted to ask if Anna had made a choice as to what she was going to do, he had promised to just follow her direction but the longer she went without telling him anything the more anxious he felt. It was the elephant in the room that he couldn’t stop thinking about. The sound of the doorbell rang through the house and Ryan took a deep breath. Mr. Sawyer had said he was sending a car to pick him up and he supposed this was it. He picked up his briefcase after one last look in the mirror and left the bedroom. As Ryan descended the stairs, he saw that the door was open, and Anna was standing next to it looking thoroughly annoyed. Ryan came down the stairs and looked outside to see a driver waiting for him. “Right, I guess this is for me.” Ryan said, “Erm, I’ll let you know when I’ll be home.” “Have a good day.” Anna replied. After a small hug Ryan stepped out into the early morning sun and heard the door shut behind him. He felt nervous, this was the first time in a long while that he would be apart from Anna for any serious amount of time or distance. He walked towards the car that was waiting for him with the realisation that he had become quite dependant on Anna for support. Ryan got into the backseat of the car and once the driver was ready, they pulled away from the curb. Looking out the window Ryan saw Anna looking through the curtains as he left. He swallowed anxiously as he faced forwards again. “I don’t suppose you know what the plan for me is?” Ryan asked the driver. “Afraid not, sir.” The driver replied. At least he seemed somewhat friendly, “I just know where to take you.” “And where’s that?” Ryan continued. “Number seven, Parkwood Road.” The driver said. Ryan felt the butterflies in his stomach take flight. He knew he had been told to expect a decent mid-level management role for selling out to Sallas, but he wasn’t expecting to be taken to the monolithic building in the middle of Kingston that housed the most important departments in the government. It was the crown jewel of Sallasian governance. The sort of place bureaucrats and civil servants spent most of their careers trying to get to. It was the tallest and most imposing building in the city, something designed to intimidate. The car rolled past the security checkpoint and out into the real world. Ryan nervously tapped his fingers on his briefcase as they joined the highway leading into the city. The quiet suburban neighbourhood gave way to denser streets and more traffic. The buildings got taller and instead of families he saw groups of men in near-identical suits talking on phones or walking places with purposes. If he and Anna hadn’t been kicked out of college, he would likely be one of these men by now. They made their way towards the centre of the city. The buildings were now so tall they towered over the car on every side, but the reason Ryan was there loomed up in front of them. He swallowed nervously as the government skyscraper loomed. He wished he had any idea of what to expect. They carried on down the main street until they reached a checkpoint at the entrance of the underground car park. Ryan eyed the burly security men warily; they were heavily armed. “Can’t be too careful.” The guard said when he saw Ryan looking at the semi-automatic rifle in his hands, “Those feminist terrorists have been busy recently. Well, I’d like to see them come here so I can give them a piece of my mind.” The guard laughed as he held the gun up. Ryan smiled nervously and looked away, thankfully they were cleared and drove inside a couple of seconds later. Ryan really felt he was in the belly of the beast now. The sounds of the city disappeared as the tyres squealed slightly, and they ended up in a parking spot. “Mr. Ryan Manning.” Ryan read the sign on the wall in front of the car when they stopped, “Maybe they’re giving me a government vehicle.” “I doubt it.” The driver replied. Ryan saw the driver smirking in the rear-view mirror. He understood the implication. He wasn’t important enough to have a vehicle, nor did they trust him with one. Along with Anna he was being watched all the time, that was something he couldn’t forget. It was the same reason they didn’t let them out of the gated community; they were to be kept in sight and controlled at all times. “Go to floor twenty-seven. I’ll be here when you finish.” The driver said, “If you need me beforehand contact Mr. Sawyer.” The moment Ryan had closed the door the driver was backing up the car and leaving. Ryan was now alone in the centre of Kingston starting a new job. He wished Anna was with him. Ryan saw a few other men animatedly chatting about something sport related and followed them to discover the elevators. It was a little crowded, but he was able to squeeze inside as they started making their way up. Initially the elevator fell into a silence that was particularly awkward for Ryan as he knew all the others knew each other. “Well, how about this…” One of the men said after looking at Ryan for a few seconds, “We’ve got a celebrity!” “We do?” Another of the men said with a frown. “Sure, we do.” The first man said again, “Don’t you recognise him? That’s Anna’s husband. From the commercials?” “Oh shit.” The second man said. Ryan turned to look at the two men who were talking about him. He didn’t know if they were being friendly or threatening, in Sallas there was usually very little to distinguish the two, especially when it came to highly competitive workplaces. He gave them a little nod and a smile. It was so easy to forget how many people had seen him and his wife plastered all over their television screens, the internet and every other place the government could put them. “Welcome aboard.” The first man said as he reached out a hand. Ryan shook it but felt the other guy squeeze nearly hard enough to crack something, “I like the way you treat your girl.” “Thanks?” Ryan replied feeling somewhat strange about the whole situation. Of course, what was shown to the Sallasian people was a lie, but it still felt wrong to play along. He had done that at college, and it had not gone well at all. “Which department are you working in?” The second man asked. “I… don’t know.” Ryan admitted, “All I know is I’ve got a job somewhere.” Ryan chuckled nervously. The smiles on the faces of the other men had hardened somewhat, forced to remain even when the joy behind them had evaporated. They were sizing him up, like a pack of wolves when a new male had entered the territory. “What floor?” The first man asked. “Erm, twenty-seven, I believe.” Ryan replied. “You lucky son of a bitch.” A third man in the corner said, “You know what’s on floor twenty-seven, right?” Ryan shook his head but before he could ask the elevator dinged and the doors slid up to show a sleek and immaculately clean corridor beyond. Not wanting to miss his floor and end up late he stepped out of the elevator and the doors closed behind him. He looked around. In front of him was a short corridor leading to a lobby area. There was a desk with a rather harangued looking receptionist behind it and rows of seats opposite. Ryan was surprised that a lot of the seats were taken by people who looked very agitated or upset, nearly all men but a few tearful women as well. “One moment.” The man behind the reception desk said as Ryan approached. He raised a singer to ask him to wait as he wrote some things down on a form. Ryan nodded and stood to the side. Around the room were several doors, some led to bathrooms and janitor supply closets but there were a couple of others that seemed to lead to corridors and offices beyond. It was from behind one of these doors that Ryan heard a sudden outburst of shouting. “You can’t do this!” A woman shouted from behind the closed door. There was some banging as everyone turned towards the source of the sound. There were exclamations and muffled shouts before the door suddenly burst open. Two big security men were dragging out a woman who was fighting tooth and nail to get free. It was like she was possessed as she tried to wrench herself free of the brutes. “Help me! Please!” The woman begged at the assembled onlookers, “They’re taking me away! Oh god!” Just as the woman disappeared out of sight through another door Ryan saw two men step through the open doorway she had first appeared from. One was an older man with greying hair and soft features and a slight frame whereas the other was younger and more muscular. The older man said something causing the younger to laugh before they shook hands and the man went down the corridor towards the elevators. The older man was turning back to go through the door when he caught sight of Ryan. “Mr. Manning?” The man asked. “Yes, that’s me.” Ryan said as he stood up a little straighter. “Great timing. Come with me please.” The man said. Ryan picked up his briefcase and hurried past the rows of seats. He tried to ignore the looks of hopelessness and desperation as he passed. He didn’t have a clue what was going on or what was happening to that woman, he felt a little ashamed he hadn’t stepped in. “My name is Isaac Taylor.” The man said as he led the way down a corridor past other closed doors, “I am your new boss.” “Oh, hello, Mr. Taylor.” Ryan quickly said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t told-…” “Call me Isaac.” Ryan’s new boss interrupted, “I am in charge of the Department for Security. I answer directly to the Chief of Defence. You will be in charge of the Department of Re-Education. You will run it, and you will answer to me. Understood?” “Y-Yes, sir.” Ryan stuttered. This was a lot to take in. When his boss turned to look at him impatiently and with raised eyebrows Ryan realised his mistake, “Isaac, sorry.” “Of course we’ve all seen you on television.” Isaac continued as if there hadn’t been a pause, “But don’t think your celebrity status will mean you can rest on your laurels. I expect hard work.” Isaac stopped in front of a door and looked back down the hallway. He raised an arm in a sweeping almost theatrical gesture. Ryan looked back at the dozen or so doors they had passed. “All these people work for you now.” Isaac said, “There’s two people in each office. You are responsible for them. I like to think of myself as tough but fair. If you do your work well there won’t be any problems but if you slack off, well, I can find plenty of people to take your job. Understood?” “Yes.” Ryan said. He was feeling a bit shell-shocked. It was like he was being simultaneously welcomed and threatened. “Great, you’ll find everything you need in your office.” Isaac said. Suddenly the warm smile was back, “Call me if you need anything.” And just like that Isaac walked away leaving Ryan alone in the corridor. He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do. He had never been in a management position and didn’t know whether he should say hello to the people working for him or get started right away. It was only when he looked at the door and saw his name on a plaque right above “Department of Re-Education” that what his job actually WAS started to worry him. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mj5os2xo45ff6813 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2231957

With Kat staying for dinner, Alice is kept on edge. When a revelation about the previous Thanksgiving is made Alice knows things are about to get a whole lot worse. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Dinner was a tense affair. At least it was for me. The three of us sat around the round table roughly equal distances from each other. Kat was staring, wide eyed and open mouthed, at my meal. We were having sausages with mashed potatoes and assorted vegetables. Whilst Mom and Kat had near identical servings, mine was slightly different. My sausages had been pre-cut up. That wasn’t all though. My juice, unlike the soda Kat was allowed to drink, was served in a bright pink sippy cup. These had becoming common things for Mom to do with my meals, but it clearly shocked Kat. She couldn't stop looking and staring as I went increasingly red. The issues with continence were one thing, this was quite another. I had to force myself to eat though my appetite had deserted me. Outside I could hear the windows getting battered with wind and very heavy rain as darkness fell. “Gosh, it’s nasty out there tonight.” Mom said. If Mom noticed anything unusual, she wasn’t letting it show. As I turned increasingly red and Kat continued to stare, Mom chatted away and ate. She asked Kat questions about herself and what we had got up to during college. I was actually kind of grateful since it took attention away from me, if only for a few seconds. I was glad that Kat seemed to have enough sense to keep our wilder exploits to herself. I stayed mostly quiet. It was better to remain silent and try to blend into the background since every time I opened my mouth it felt like I invited trouble on to myself. Mom excused herself to the bathroom halfway through the meal and she left the room leaving an awkward silence behind her. I tried to ignore Kat’s staring. “I’m sorry, I have to ask…” Kat leaned in as if Mom might somehow hear her, “What’s with the sippy cup?” “Oh, erm, I’m just a bit clumsy. I spilt a drink a few times.” I mumbled. It was true… ish. I had spilt my drink once but that was one too many times for Mom. “But… a sippy cup?” Kat continued. “Mom’s strict.” I shrugged and went back to my meal as if what I had just said in any way excused my infantile drinking vessel. I felt like that was the understatement of the century. Thankfully Kat didn’t ask any more questions. Presumably that was because Mom came back into the room shortly afterwards. It wasn’t long until she finished dinner, she was the last one. I felt some hope that maybe Kat would go home now. Outside there was a flash of lightning and thunder rumbled across the sky above the house. “I haven’t seen a storm like this since last Thanksgiving.” Kat said as she looked out the window. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the night sky showing the rain that was pouring, “Do you remember that, Alice? I thought the house was going to flood!” I froze with my knife and fork hanging in the air. I saw Mom similarly freeze. We both turned to Kat who looked back at us not understanding why the atmosphere, already tense, had suddenly become even colder. “Thanksgiving?” Mom asked. Her voice was light, but her face was set in stone, “Last year?” I was desperately trying to shake my head in a way that Kat would see but Mom wouldn’t. My heart was hammering so fast I was starting to pant a little. I prayed Kat would look at me and change the subject. It didn’t work. “Yeah…” Kat said slowly. The silence returned. The wind howling against the windows seemed to grow in volume. I swallowed anxiously and looked down at my food as Mom turned her head to look at me. Though her eyes were boring through the side of my head she addressed Kat. “You and Alice spent Thanksgiving together last year?” Mom asked. “Yeah… I assumed you would’ve known.” Kat said, “Alice told me she told you her plans and that you were cool with them.” “She did?” Mom continued. Every question was like a fresh wound. There was a crack of thunder that seemed to split the air right above the house. I had lied. I hadn’t been truthful with Kat or Mom. My hands slowly lowered until the knife and fork touched my plate again. I closed my eyes for what must surely be coming from Mom. In the Fall of the previous year, we had been talking about holiday preparations. I knew I was going to be returning home to Mom, anything else was unacceptable. Mom demanded I was home for special occasions and although I stayed as little as I could, my presence was always demanded. The more Kat talked about her family’s Thanksgiving the more envious I felt. Rather than just two people eating in silence and waiting for the clock to tick away, Kat talked about having her large extended family over. They would play parlour games, share a nice meal and have fun. It was a completely alien concept to me. When Kat invited me to join her, I desperately wanted to say yes. In fact, I told her it wouldn’t be a problem and the plans were made. I knew Mom would never allow me to go off to someone else’s house for Thanksgiving. She would see it as a betrayal, and I would’ve never heard the end of it. I decided to do something I never really did. I lied to Mom. Knowing that just telling her I preferred to spend the holiday somewhere else wasn’t going to be good enough I had to have a reason. I told her that I was going to be studying extra hard, doing some extra classes and joining a study group. I said I had to stay at the college, just this once, to make sure I got the best grades. I was still surprised when Mom grudgingly agreed. So, instead of heading home for Thanksgiving, I travelled with Kat to her family home. It was everything Kat had described and more. Everyone was so warm and friendly. I was included in everything as if I really was a member of the family. I never wanted to leave. It opened up a world I’d never experienced. One where you were happy to spend time with your family. They even invited me back for Christmas, but I knew that would’ve been an impossible sell to Mom. “I see.” Mom said as she started eating another mouthful. I sniffed. “I don’t understand…” Kat said, “Is there a problem?” “None at all.” Mom said, “It sounds like you both had a wonderful time.” The words were like twisting knives. Mom had discovered I’d lied. I was actually surprised that I wasn’t already over the table receiving the almightiest spanking ever imagined. Mom keeping a control on her temper was even scarier than her punishments. I trembled as I waited for the other shoe to drop. “Alice, would you help with the washing up, please?” Mom said. I nodded my head and was only too happy to get away from the table even if it was only a few feet. I stood up and took my plate to the sink and started running the faucet. I was looking to stay out of the way until Kat left. I heard chairs behind me scraping and Kat starting to sound like she was about to go. She sounded confused but also aware that her welcome had been worn out. It was just as I thought I was going to get away without any more disasters when I felt Mom’s hand unceremoniously grope my ass. I dropped the plate into the sink. “You need a change.” Mom said casually. “I… I…” How could I privately tell Mom to please wait until after Kat had left when she was standing right behind us? Surely Mom wasn’t going to do what she usually did… “Get the supplies ready.” Mom said as she patted my backside a couple of times, “I’ll be up to help you in a minute.” “Help?” Kat asked with a frown. This was a disaster. I had a split second to make a decision, to try and rescue some dignity. I had told Kat about the accidents, but she knew nothing of me being changed by Mom or any of the other weird baby stuff that had slipped into my life. Just seeing Mom so brazenly check me must’ve shocked Kat. “M-Maybe you should leave.” I quickly said. It came out more abrupt and rude than I had planned but I was in a hurry. “Oh…” Kat said. Her eyes didn’t leave me. She spoke slowly, “I guess I should.” “In this weather?” Mom shook her head. As if to emphasise her point thunder rolled over head, “It’s far too dangerous. You’ll have to stay the night until the storm dies down.” I thought I might throw up. The weather was indeed dreadful and if I wasn’t in such a weird situation I would’ve been happy for Kat to stay with us. But this was anything but a normal situation. My eyes were wide, and I could see that Kat was aware of how uncomfortable I was but, just like me, she was soon swept up in the eye of the storm that was my Mom. “I… I guess I could… I don’t want to be a bother.” Kat said. “It’s no bother at all.” Mom replied as she took my hand, “Come on, we can get the airbed out.” “Mom, please… Can we talk about this!?” I begged as I was pulled up the hallway. My free hand went down to the waistband of my pants as I tried to make sure they didn’t slip down. “I’m not going to make your poor friend risk her life driving with a storm outside.” Mom replied. “That’s not what I want to talk about!” I exclaimed. I knew where this was going. Mom was going to change my diaper, and Kat was coming with us. There was little I could do. If she hadn’t planned to humiliate me like this before the revelations at the dinner table certainly swayed her. Mom had no concerns about me being changed in front of my best friend, I could feel the last link with normalcy starting to fray and Mom was holding a pair of scissors ready to cut it completely. The one person who hadn’t judged me for my diapers was about to see just how pathetic I was. I looked behind me to see Kat following us as we went up the stairs. It felt like I was on the way to the gallows. “Hopefully the storm will blow itself out in the night.” Mom said casually over her shoulder to my confused friend, “Are you travelling far?” “Well, I’ve got some friends in town I was going to visit.” Kat said, “Look, if it’s too much trouble I ca-…” “Oh, lovely.” Mom cut Kat off with authority, “I always told Alice she should see her friends more but she always preferred hiding up in her room.” I was aghast. I didn’t know which bit of what was happening offended me the most. Mom never let me have any close friends with her overbearing nature. It was almost impossible for me to get permission to have sleepovers or even after school visits because Mom always insisted, I had to do all my homework and a lengthy list of chores first. There was never enough time to do it all. The idea she encouraged me to be sociable was ridiculous! “Really? That’s not the Alice I know.” Kat said quietly. My eyes widened and I strained to look over my shoulders as we reached the top of stairs. I shook my head as quickly and pointedly as I could. The last thing I needed Mom to hear about was the parties and drinking. I was never the wildest student, but I knew even a single beer would be blown out of proportion by Mom. We went down the landing and into my bedroom. My heart hammered as Kat followed us in. I was still trying to think of a way of halting what now seemed like an unstoppable process. Before I could think about a way to get Kat out of the room, Mom pulled on my pants, and they came swiftly down exposing my diaper. I gasped and, in my fright, I felt a little more pee leak into the already very wet padding. I was facing away from Kat and as my face lit up like a beacon. “Oh my… I’ll, erm, wait outside.” Kat mumbled quickly behind me. “Could you get the airbed out of the closet, Kathleen?” Mom had been insisting on using Kat’s full name all evening. “I just thought…” Kat mumbled. She was very clearly unsure how to proceed in such a strange situation, “Well, I thought Alice might like some privacy for… you know.” “Her diaper change?” Mom asked, “No, no, she’s fine. The airbed and pump are in the closet. If you want to start getting to work on that I’ll have your friend ready to play very soon.” I felt like my heart had dropped out of my chest, fallen past my stomach and ended up somewhere down in the region of my knees. Mom had all but told Kat she was the one who changed me. I thought for a second that I might throw up. I felt a hand in my back. “Come on.” Mom said, “The sooner we get you changed the sooner you can go back to playing with your friend.” --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mj1dayvef27ac019 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2224865

Now that Anna has the mystery package from The Rose Resistance in her diaper, she needs to find a way to get it home safely and securely. Ryan is less than happy at the risk she is taking. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Anna winced slightly and it wasn’t entirely because the package was poking her in a particularly sensitive place. She had been feeling the need for the toilet for quite a while. Her diaper was obviously wet, but she had resisted messing herself out there in the public space, she wasn’t going to be able to put it off forever though. “Are we nearly done?” Ryan asked Mr. Sawyer as if he could read Anna’s mind. “Done?” Mr. Sawyer chuckled, “Of course not, we’ve still got to get you going around the upper floors.” Anna looked up and let out a whine. There were five other levels filled with shops and shoppers, surely they couldn’t be expected to go around all of them. Anna’s legs were already chafing from the thick diaper she had been made to wear. Regardless of Anna’s wants or needs they were taken round to the elevators near the front of the store. As Anna rode out another cramp, she saw more people recognising her. They waved but all she could do was give them a pained look before turning away. She had never wanted to be a celebrity yet alone one known for being a traitor to her gender. She saw the woman from earlier as clear as if it had just happened and shivered. That woman was right about her, she was a traitor and nothing more. The stroller was pushed forwards and into the elevator and they travelled up to the second floor. They had to wait for the whole production crew to get up leaving Anna to just stand around feeling her need growing. “Perhaps we should get some shots with Anna in the stroller as well.” Mr. Sawyer said, “For variety.” There was a thumbs up from someone with a clipboard. Anna didn’t know if he was a producer or a director or whatever else. Ryan unbuckled Jane who, after so long strapped down, had a lot of energy. Whilst Anna was put in the seat a member of the team was having to put a toddler harness on Jane to stop her running off. “Ah!” Anna exclaimed as Ryan helped her down. The package that had been nestled in the back of her diaper poked around her. With Jane distracting most of the crew Anna reached down and pushed the package between her legs, so it was in the front of her diaper rather than the back. Ryan frowned at her but said nothing as he restrained his wife in the pushchair. It was, at least, slightly more comfortable. “OK. Carry on.” Mr. Sawyer called out. It was hard to say if the stroller was better than walking. Her legs were no longer chafing, and it did give the sense that she wasn’t in control so didn’t have to worry so much, but on the other side there was no shortage of embarrassment. Her dress didn’t cover her diapers like that, and she was attracting a lot of attention from passers-by. She looked more like a baby than ever, and her face was soon pinker than her clothes. The discomfort in the stomach hadn’t gone anywhere either and she started twisting and turning to try and alleviate the cramps. The slow walk around this new level of shops was torturous to Anna. She was cramping up a lot but with so many people she was still trying to keep herself together. About halfway through the walk Mr. Sawyer decided to have the women switch around again. Jane was clearly unhappy but obediently sat back in the stroller whilst Anna stood up and nearly immediately doubled over. “Anna?” Ryan hurried over. For Anna’s bowels the time was up. The movement to standing up was all that was required to make her bowels push down. The package in her diaper was still at the front, and she hoped it would be safe but couldn’t do anything even if it wasn’t. Her face reddened as she let go in front of all the people walking past. Mushy poop was expelled and pushed the back of the diaper out as it filled the limited space. Anna pushed again to completely empty herself. It was a position and situation she was sadly familiar with but that didn’t seem to make it any less humiliating for her. As she finished, she stood up and felt her skin sliding against her fresh deposit. She was cringing hard as the slimy feeling coated her rear. The smell quickly became apparent to everyone around the stroller. “Alright, let’s get you changed.” Ryan said softly. He knew Anna would want to deal with the situation as soon as possible. “We’ll take her.” Mr. Sawyer signalled to a younger employee behind him. Anna suspected the man was an intern, he looked a little green in the face. Anna quickly stepped behind Ryan and grabbed his arm with both her hands. She was deliberately acting like a shy baby girl hiding behind their caretaker. She couldn’t allow anyone else to change her, not just because of the humiliation but because what she had in her diaper would probably get her labelled a traitor or something and she would be sent to prison if she was lucky. If she was unlucky, it would be into Finishing School. “I think she wants me to take her.” Ryan said, “I should probably do it. I don’t think she feels safe with others.” Ryan took Anna’s hand and started walking towards the bathrooms which were fortunately quite close by. Anna breathed a sigh of relief, but they had barely taken two steps when Mr. Sawyer interjected himself. “Hold on, hold on…” Mr. Sawyer stepped forwards, “Maybe we should get some photos of this. Make a “how to” guide on changing girls or something like that.” Anna squeezed Ryan’s hand harder and when he looked down, she thought he must’ve clearly been able to read the fear on her face. The crew were already discussing the idea and the logistics involved. “Mr. Sawyer…” Ryan let go of Anna’s hand and walked over to where the discussion was taking place. Anna was left alone in her stinky diaper near the stroller. She couldn’t hear the discussion that was going on a few feet away, but she prayed Ryan was making the case for some privacy. The difference could be almost literally life and death. Eventually Mr. Sawyer nodded slowly, and Ryan returned. “Come on.” Ryan said as he took Anna’s arm. Anna waddled alongside her husband to the women’s bathroom. In Sallas the women’s public toilets were unlike any seen elsewhere in the world. Men were allowed in; in fact, it was pretty impossible not to allow them in bearing in mind how many diapers needed to be changed. As a result, the bathrooms were larger and whilst there were some stalls offering privacy and toilets for those that had been trained the majority of the room was taken up by changing tables. “Bring Jane.” Anna said quietly, “Don’t leave her with these people.” Ryan took hold of the stroller’s handle with his free hand and steered it with a little difficulty. When they got into the bathroom Anna took the lead and led them over to a changing table in the far corner of the room, the place most likely to have some privacy. Ryan was about to help Anna up on to the table, but she subtly shook her head. On the changing table next to them was another woman being changed and Anna didn’t want to be that close to other people when she took out the package. “Do Jane first.” Anna muttered as she looked around, “Go slowly.” “I better be getting some kind of explanation for all this.” Ryan replied as he bent down to release the straps on the stroller. Jane was only too eager to jump up out of the stroller like a child with an inexhaustible reservoir of energy to burn. Ryan helped her up on to the table and started work changing her soggy diaper. Anna stood nearby, she wasn’t paying much attention to the diaper change in front of her, instead she was looking around and hoping the nearest changing tables emptied before it was her turn. She was so distracted she had stopped being bothered by the slimy feeling in her diaper and the smell that was enveloping her. “Slowly…” Anna said as Ryan wiped Jane’s crotch. Ryan looked up at Anna and then back down to his task. He seemed to be getting a little irritated at being kept in the dark and Anna couldn’t blame him. Things would become very clear very quickly though. Just as Jane’s new diaper was being taped up the couple next to them left. Now Anna was in a hurry, and she impatiently motioned with her hands to get Ryan to hurry up. He responded by taping the diaper quite haphazardly and as soon as Jane was off the table Anna was hopping up. She landed on her ass which squished and compressed the contents of her diaper, something she usually hated, but this time she barely paid attention to it. Ryan lifted Anna’s dress to access the diaper. She was looking towards the rest of the room hoping that no one else was going to come in as the tapes were pulled off the front. “Can you tell me what’s going on now?” Ryan asked. “Just hurry.” Anna responded, “You’ll see in a second.” Ryan sighed and seemed to think he wasn’t going to get an answer at all until the final tape came off the diaper and the front was lowered. He looked down and frowned. Sitting on Anna’s crotch and mercifully free of the poop that covered a lot of her diaper was a small package. He held it up and turned it around to see a rose printed on it. His eyes grew wide and his face pale. “What is… Are you…” Ryan seemed to be short-circuiting, and Anna could hardly blame him. This was really coming out of left field, to put it mildly. “Put it away!” Anna hissed, “In the diaper bag!” Ryan seemed to suddenly come to his senses. He realised that what he was holding could get him locked up for treason. It seemed like his first instinct was to get as far away from it as possible but under Anna’s direction he dropped it in the diaper bag. “I don’t understand.” Ryan practically whispered. “I can explain at home.” Anna said. “You must be crazy…” Ryan looked like he was starting to panic, “Oh god, what are you doing!?” “Ryan, stay calm.” Anna said, “Change my diaper and get us home and we’ll be fine.” “What if they check the bag?” Ryan asked rather desperately, “These people are terrorists!” Anna was starting to get concerned. She had thought Ryan could handle this, but it was looking like she was wrong. He was clearly freaking out. When she tried to see things from his point of view it made sense in a lot of ways, but this really wasn’t the place to be having this discussion. If anyone saw them with the envelope, they would have a tough time explaining it. The door to the bathroom opened and some of Mr. Sawyer’s crew came walking in. Anna gasped and covered her mouth, but the sudden crisis seemed to push Ryan out of paralysis. Without thinking he quickly dropped the package into the diaper bag. “Jimmy told us to come and get a few shots.” One of the cameramen said using Mr. Sawyer’s first name. The rest of the diaper change was a tense affair. Normally Anna would be mortified to be so exposed in front of others but her terror that Ryan was about to lose his nerve or that the crew would discover the package overrode everything else. Being told what to do seemed to get Ryan moving again and he started the long process of cleaning Anna up. The only noise coming from around the table was the sound of camera shutters and the occasional muttered comment about the smell. As soon as Anna was in a fresh diaper the previous one was dropped in one of the trash cans put in there for that very purpose. She slipped off the table and as her dress was pulled up, she felt a hand on her backside. It was one of the crew, a young cocky looking guy, the kind who thought he could do anything without repercussions. Anna froze. She was suddenly transported back to the party that ended her and Ryan’s stay at college. She shivered and fought the feeling that she needed to get out. Just when she thought she might explode the hand left her and she was left trembling but in control. They headed back into the hustle and bustle of the mall. Anna could see Ryan was feeling a lot tenser but thankfully it seemed to be missed by Mr. Sawyer and his crew. At that point Anna was itching to leave. For once she got her wish as, after another few minutes, Mr. Sawyer announced they had everything they needed, and they went back to the car. It wasn’t until they got home and shut the front door that Anna felt she could relax again. She pushed the door closed and leaned against it for several long seconds. When she turned around it was to see Ryan, who had let Jane out of the stroller, staring at her with a very serious face. “Jane, could you go clean… something.” Anna said. She didn’t like ordering her friend to do the chores, but it seemed to make Jane happy and meant she would be out of the way for the conversation that was about to happen. Anna nodded towards the stairs and the young couple went up into the master bedroom. As soon as Anna closed the door Ryan started bombarding her with questions that had clearly been building since the diaper change. “What is in the package? Where did it come from? Who gave it to you?” Ryan asked quickly. But it was his last question that seemed to be the biggest one, “Are you insane!?” Anna took a deep breath and finally started explaining everything. She told Ryan about Thorn’s call on the phone that had somehow been hidden up in the attic, she told him everything she could remember of the conversation and instructions, and she told him what was supposedly in the package. It felt good to finally let everything she had been keeping secret out. “What if it’s a trap?” Ryan’s voice was raised, “He seemed almost hysterical.” “I thought about that…” Anna said. “Oh great!” Ryan raised his arms and let them fall to his side as his voice dripped with sarcasm, “You thought about it. I guess that makes it alright!” “Ryan…” Anna started. “No.” Ryan interrupted, “This is one occasion where you can’t just talk your way out of it. This is serious. Really, really serious. You do understand what even having the damn package in our house could mean, right?” “I need to help Jane!” Anna exclaimed in response. “You might’ve condemned us all to do it!” Ryan shouted in response, “Your messiah complex of needing to save everyone is only going to end one way. Look what happened at college…” “Oh, that was MY fault?” Anna was shouting now. Her hands were curled into fists, and she was shaking, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise YOUR friends trying to assault me was MY fault!” “You know that isn’t what I mean.” Ryan waved a hand dismissively. “Then what do you mean?” Anna asked. “You let your emotions run away with you, Anna.” Ryan’s voice was still raised but he wasn’t shouting anymore, “You need things to be perfect so you can’t see how good we’ve got it. Yeah, this is still Sallas but look at what we’ve got and where we are. This is as good as it gets. Do you think we’d be living in a place like this if we got out of the country?” Anna was outraged. Partially because it was easy to say living there wasn’t so bad when it was Anna that was having to go through the almost daily humiliation but also because Ryan was vocalising something she had indeed been thinking about a lot. Sure, there were high fences surrounding the little community and Anna was subject to government ordered embarrassment but at the same time their lives were comfortable when they had otherwise been blacklisted. They wanted for very little. They weren’t free but would Anna be happier in a place where she was free but perhaps living in poverty? Could she really expect anything better than the large house in a quiet neighbourhood that she already had? Guilt weighed against Anna’s thoughts of settling. Sometimes, when she sat in the garden in the sun, she could almost forget that she was still in Sallas. It almost didn’t matter that she was still oppressed by the extreme patriarchy when she had a quiet little corner of the world that was hers. Even the semi-regular humiliations seemed bearable when she came home to all the material goods she could want. Sometimes she found herself thinking the diapers weren’t so bad when their little family had so much. “We don’t know what is in the package.” Ryan had calmed down a little after seeing Anna’s introspection, “It could help Jane, but it could also hurt her. I’m not saying I like that Jane is this regressed maid but… I don’t know, maybe ignorance is bliss for her. I hate to sound cold but is it worth risking everything?” Anna remained silent. The diaper bag was sat on the bed and inside it she knew the package was waiting. She had no way to know if it was truly from The Rose Resistance or just some trap set by Mr. Sawyer to try and test her loyalty. She had been willing to stake everything on it helping her friend but maybe that wasn’t her choice to make. “I’m sorry.” Ryan said finally, “I really didn’t mean to shout. I’m just worried and I don’t want to lose you.” “I know.” Anna finally said quietly, “You were right to shout. I put us at enormous risk.” Anna stepped forwards and Ryan wrapped her in his arms. She wished she had gotten out of the damn dress before having this conversation, she felt so ridiculous trying to be taken seriously whilst looking like she did. She looked up to Ryan and they shared a brief kiss as they continued to hold on to each other. “It would be hypocritical for me to tell you what you can and can’t do.” Ryan said in little more than a whisper, “I will leave it up to you and stand by your decision but… just be careful, OK? Please?” Anna nodded and after a final squeeze Ryan said he was going to take a shower. Left alone in the bedroom Anna went over and sat beside the diaper bag. She reached in and pulled the small still unopened package out and held it in her hands. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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With Kat making a startling discovery and Alice having no idea how to react. She does the only thing she can think of. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I froze. I couldn’t even look up at Kat. The secret I had been so desperate to keep was out, there was nothing I can do to undo what was happening. Kat was looking at me in shock, she had seen enough of me in college to know I hadn’t been wearing anything like this then. “Alice?” Kat said, “What’s…” “I’m sorry!” I yelled suddenly. Panic flooded through me. My brain was going a million miles per hour, but my mouth was struggling to move at all. Tears filled my eyes, “I’m… I’m sorry!” Before Kat could start laughing at me or taking photos to show our mutual friends I turned forwards and ran. I heard Kat calling for me but, as the tears ran down my face, I couldn’t hear anything except my own humiliation pulsing in my ears. I saw Kat rush to the bottom of the stairs as I ran up the stairs two at a time. I didn’t stop until I reached me bedroom and closed the door behind me as if it would erase everything behind me. That was it. The last tenuous string holding me to the grown-up world had been cut right there and then. Kat would be leaving and, if I was lucky, I would never hear from her again. Otherwise, I could probably expect the news of my embarrassing secret to spread across social media until everyone at my previous college knew my embarrassing truth. I saw thumbnails of videos on social media making fun of me, news programmes using me as the light-hearted, comedy segment at the end of the show… “Alice?” I heard Kat cautiously calling for me from halfway up the stairs. I stayed silent against the door. The footsteps continued up the stairs to the landing and I closed my eyes. Why couldn’t Kat just leave? What more did she want? “Are you up here?” Kat asked loudly. I heard Kat tentatively pushing doors and looking inside the rooms for me. I slumped down to the ground with my back to the door and saw the handle move as Kat tried to open it. Kat didn’t move on from the door, instead she stayed outside seemingly quite unsure what to say or do. After a few seconds I heard her lean against the door and sink into a sitting position as well. “Alice? Could you just let me know you’re alright?” Kat asked. It sounded like she was worried. I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t physically hurt, but mentally and emotionally I wasn’t so sure. I was so utterly humiliated. I couldn’t understand why Kat hadn’t left. Did she just want to torment me even more? “Just… go away.” I eventually said as I slumped in defeat. “I just want to know what’s going on.” Kat said, “Are you OK?” “I’m fine.” I quickly snapped, “Happy?” I knew I shouldn’t be mad at Kat, none of this was her fault, but I couldn't help it. I hadn’t invited her here. If she had just stayed away, I could’ve avoided this whole embarrassing situation. I sniffed back my tears and wondered if my occasional sob was loud enough to be heard through the door. Kat didn’t move away no matter how hostile I was being. “I saw the…” Kat stopped for a couple of seconds, “Did you want to talk about it?” “No.” I said shortly. “You’re not ill or anything right?” Kat’s voice was full of concern, I could hear that through the door, “You’d tell me if you were?” “I’m not ill.” I replied with a sigh, “At least I don’t think I am.” There was another silence. I didn’t need Kat to speak to know what she was thinking. If there was nothing physically wrong with me then why was I wearing diapers? I didn’t have an answer that would spare my blushes. “Look, I don’t care about what you’re wearing.” Kat eventually said, “I just want to make sure you’re OK.” “You… You don’t care?” I replied. It was such an alien concept. If she didn’t care, then she seemed to be the ONLY one who didn’t. “No.” Kat said firmly, “You’re my friend and I want to help you. I take it this is why you’ve been ignoring me on messenger.” “Sorry…” I replied quietly. There was another silence. I could tell Kat was letting the silence stretch on in the hope I would supply her with some information. She wasn’t being nosy, I knew that much, she was genuinely concerned and wanted to help and comfort me. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything though, I was simply too ashamed. Eventually I heard her getting to her feet. I looked over my shoulder at the door. “I’ll give you some space.” Kat said, “I’m always here for you, alright? We’re friends through thick and thin.” I didn’t say anything. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say. After getting mocked and laughed at from every angle by people who discovered my diapers, I felt like I was completely prepared for those reactions. The reactions I wasn’t prepared for were ones of support and compassion. My brain struggled to process them. “You can always give me a call or poke me on messenger.” Kat finished with a soft voice, “No matter what’s going on.” With that I heard Kat’s footsteps head to the stairs. I could feel the floorboards creak and I sat in stunned silence. Suddenly I felt very stupid at myself. I’d become so mistrustful of everyone that I had even distanced my best friend, the only person in the world who seemed willing to support me even though I seemed to be regressing to a dumb baby. I quickly stood up and fell against the door in my haste. I opened the door and ran to the top of the stairs. “Wait!” I called out. Kat was halfway down the stairs. She turned to look at me, I could see the worry etched on her face and it made me feel even worse. How could I have done this to my best friend? How could I have made her worry so much? “I… I want to talk to you.” I stuttered. Kat’s face broke into a tentative smile, and she turned around to come back up. I waddled back to my bedroom and waited inside. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might break my ribs. Sure, Kat had said she would support me no matter what, but I was about to test that theory. Loyalty was easy to talk about but when put into practice it could be a lot more brittle. It would be one thing if the diapers were a result of a medical condition, it felt like the truth was quite another. I waited, facing the doorway but looking down at the floor. Kat walked in and closed the door behind her. There was no one else in the house but it made things feel more intimate, that it was just between the two of us. I took a deep breath and then, after several false starts, I started relaying the story. Kat stood still and listened. I left out some of the more embarrassing elements, I didn’t tell her about the spankings or anything else that was remotely childish, and I certainly didn’t tell her how public a lot of my accidents had been. I focused on the crux of the matter which was my many accidents. I felt like I was out of breath by the time I finished. I unloaded a lot of incidents of embarrassment on to my friend who patiently listened. I don’t know how I managed to keep from crying. I thought that maybe if I gave enough examples about how useless I am Kat would realise I was beyond saving and leave. Maybe I was trying to push her away, get her to leave and never come back so I wouldn’t have to shame myself in front of her more than I already had. I couldn’t understand, as I neared the end of my story, how Kat was still sitting next to me on the bed. “And… that’s everything.” I finally said. I felt slightly out of breath. I had been talking quickly and not taking deep breaths. Kat stayed where she was. She looked shocked and I waited for it. I closed my eyes and waited for her to laugh, to make fun of me, and to abandon me. I tensed up ready for the next emotional hammer blow. Instead, I felt her arms wrapping around me as she scooted up close and hugged me. “I can’t even imagine…” Kat whispered sympathetically, “I’m so sorry this has all been happening to you.” I was stunned. I hadn’t expected that. I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes welled up. The small show of compassion had taken me by surprise and now I was struggling to hold back the tears that wanted to fall. I was just about to give in to them and hug my friend back when I heard a key entering the lock in the front door. My eyes flew wide, and I stepped back away from Kat. “Shit!” I swore. In all the excitement I had forgotten that Mom had been due home, and I had desperately wanted Kat to be out of the house before that, “You have to go!” “What? Why?” Kat frowned in confusion. She seemed surprised that right after our little breakthrough I was quickly chivvying her away. When I had regaled Kat with the many embarrassments, I had suffered I had been careful to minimise Mom’s involvement in it. I don’t know why, I guess I just didn’t want to look like an even bigger loser who was controlled by their Mom despite being in their twenties. I didn’t want Kat to see Mom as a bad person either. Mom was harsh, she always had been, but she was trying to help me. It wasn’t Mom’s fault I kept need correction. I didn’t want Kat to worry more. “Come on.” I muttered. I pulled Kat by the arm to the stairs. Mom wasn’t visible at the bottom, but we wouldn’t have long, she would expect to check and change me soon. “I don’t understand…” Kat said. I tried to get her to be quiet, but her confusion was understandable. We had just reached the bottom of the stairs, a few small steps from the door when I heard Mom clearing her throat. I froze in place. It was too late. My hope that I would be saved the humiliation of Kat seeing what was happening at home started to crumble. “Ah, there you are.” Mom said. She turned her head to look at Kat. I wondered if the slight narrowing in her eyes was something that really happened or was just my imagination, “And who do we have here?” “Mom… this is Kat. One of my friends from college.” I said slowly as I turned around, “Kat, this is my Mom.” “Nice to meet you.” Kat said with a smile as she stepped forwards. “And you.” Mom looked at me and her lips thinned, “If you had told me we were having guests I would’ve prepared something special.” “Oh, you do-…” Kat started. “That won’t be necessary.” I quickly interrupted, “Kat was just leaving.” I pulled the handle of the front door and let it open. I started ushering Kat towards it before she’d even got her shoes on. Outside I could see it had started to rain heavily. I felt bad trying to make my best friend leave into such bad weather, but it was better than the alternative. “Nonsense.” Mom said. She stepped forwards and closed the door again. She turned to Kat with an apologetic smile, “You’ll have to forgive my daughter, she can be very rude. Please, would you like to stay for dinner?” “That would be nice.” Kat replied. She was looking back and forth between me and Mom, probably trying to work out what was happening. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Mom and Kat started walking towards the dining room, my friend looked over her shoulder at me with concern on her face. I remembered the state of my diaper and realised I needed to be changed. There just didn’t seem any way to do it without Kat noticing. I had no choice. I would have to stay in this wet diaper until after dinner and ask for a change when Kat left. In the meantime, I could only hope Mom wasn’t going to embarrass me. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mir8jev1fe6ae618 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2211484

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She isn't against it. She's actually an ABDL (we met on here 14 years ago!) but she's now big into messing. She doesn't mind me doing it, just at night when she's in bed or, previously, when she was at work. This would be the first time I am alone for a prolonged period.

My wife resigned from her job a month and a half ago and is going back to university to do a Masters (in cybersecurity). She will be staying in Halls of Residence whilst I remain home, about a 4.5 hour drive away. Her course starts on 3rd January. So... I've decided to set myself a challenge for next year. I'm going to attempt to not use the toilet at all for the whole year. I know some of you will be thinking "Pfft, I do that already!" and... fair enough. I don't, but I want to try it. I go in to it knowing that the chances of success, ie. 0 toilet uses, is relatively small, there will inevitably be occasions where it just isn't going to be possible, but I'm going to do my best to stick to the goal. I'm planning to keep stats on things like: number of wet nappies, messy nappy, how many changes each day, and, obviously, if I buckle and use the potty. That said, I would be keen to hear if anyone has any ideas for what else to keep track of, or any tips for going 24/7 for everything for a prolonged period.

Finally at the mall, Anna just has to find a way to slip away from Mr. Sawyer and his goons. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- When the doors opened, they were on the ground floor of a simply gigantic mall. The sounds of thousands of people echoed off the domed ceiling that was hundreds of feet in the air. For someone like Anna, who wasn’t used to crowds and much preferred to be left on her own, it was almost overwhelming, and she found herself gripping Ryan’s hand a little tighter. “Alright, you guys just do your thing.” Mr. Sawyer said, “We might stop you for questions a couple of times but otherwise we’ll be flies on the wall.” “Right.” Ryan replied, “Well, I guess we had better…” Anna nodded her head, and Ryan started to push the stroller forwards with Anna holding on to it. She looked around at the crowds and hated a lot of what she saw. There were a lot of women accompanying their various men. Many were dressed in some shade of infantile outfit but few if any looked quite so outrageously babyish as Anna. She noticed that some people were looking her way and whispering to each other. A majority of the women in the mall were walking next to or slightly behind the man they were with, some were in strollers similar to Jane and Anna wondered if they had all been re-educated in the same way. A few were on the end of toddler leashes. “Shall we go this way?” Ryan asked as he pointed at the nearest row of stores. Anna shrugged. It didn’t really matter to her where they went. For the next half an hour they aimlessly walked around and looked into shops. If it wasn’t for the oppressive atmosphere and the presence of the production crew it could almost have been a nice day out. It was only as they exited a shoe shop with a new pair of sneakers for Ryan that something out of the ordinary happened. “Wait... Aren’t you…” An excitable young girl’s voice said. Anna turned around to a family not far away. There was a man smiling as his young daughter ran forwards to Anna, Jane and Ryan. Anna looked from the child who was clapping her hands to the mother who was staring daggers at all of them. “You’re Anna!” The girl said as she reached them. The girl couldn’t have reached double-digits yet in age. She was dressed in something that would’ve been out of place for a girl her age in most places in the world and she crinkled with each step. It was difficult for Anna to take any of this in though as this child seemed to know her name. “How do you…?” Anna started slowly. “I saw you on TV.” The girl replied, “Daddy said I could learn a lot from you. You’re so cool!” Anna didn’t know how to react. Her mouth opened and closed in shock. She wasn’t ready to be recognised, to be some sort of celebrity endorsing a system she despised. When she saw the little girl’s smile, she could only wonder what harm she was doing, what potential was being lost as all these females were told to simply accept their place. To make matters worse the voice telling them to be happy with what they had was her own. “Can we get a picture?” The girl asked. “This is great stuff!” Anna could hear Mr. Sawyer enthusiastically speaking to his camera people, “Make sure you get all of this!” “S-Sure.” Anna said. The girl clapped her hands and stood in front of Anna and the others with a big smile on her face. Her father already had her phone out ready whilst the mother continued to stare. If looks could kill… “Thank you so much!” The girl spontaneously gave Anna a quick hug and then ran back to her parents to hop into a stroller she was far too big for. Anna’s mind was a whirlwind. The family continued past but as they did so the mother continued to stare. As they drew level she mouthed a word and Anna had no trouble deciphering the message though it made her blood run cold: “Traitor.” Anna’s blood ran cold. There was no doubt in her mind that the mother had said that. She looked around at the people with her, but no one seemed to have noticed. Anna felt like she about to burst into tears, she had a desperate urge to chase after the woman and scream at her that she didn’t mean it and that she hated all of this as well. It was all she could do to keep herself upright. “I’m… I’m sorry…” Anna mumbled to no one in particular. “Huh?” Ryan asked. “Nothing.” Anna said. Anna watched the woman walk away from her until her attention was taken by something else. Yet again her blood seemed to freeze but this time it was for a very different reason. In the middle of a large open area in what must’ve been the middle of the mall there was a giant sign. It read “SALLAS”, but every letter was gigantic and stood on its own. It must’ve been the place Thorn had told her to go. “Is everything alright?” Ryan asked as he followed her gaze. “Yeah…” Anna replied. Anna’s mind was whirling through a thousand different variables. She needed to get over to the sign but there were thousands of people walking around not to mention the production crew who were very deliberately keeping their cameras on her. It didn’t seem feasible that she could retrieve whatever was supposed to have been left for her without being noticed. She started to wonder if that was the point. Maybe this was a test of faith and even attempting it would get Thorn to trust her, or maybe Thorn was a government worker trying to tempt her to get into trouble and testing her loyalty to the regime. Anna’s head spun. The three of them walked around the central area. Anna did her best to play the good little wife that she was supposed to be for the cameras, but her attention kept being drawn towards those letters. She realised that she couldn’t get over there alone. After deliberately keeping Ryan out of everything she felt she needed him to help her now. “I need you to create a diversion.” Anna hissed. “What?” Ryan frowned and stopped as he stared at her. “Act natural!” Anna quickly said, “Create a diversion.” “But… why?” Ryan asked. It was a perfectly reasonable question about a very unreasonable request. “Do you trust me?” Anna asked. She was unconsciously mirroring the words Ryan had said to her so many times. “Of course.” Ryan replied. “Then when we get near the big sign do something to get everyone’s attention.” Anna said through her fake smile for the cameras. Ryan didn’t reply as they continued to slowly amble around the area. In the stroller Jane was looking rather bored but she was too obedient to say anything. As they walked around until they were level with the sign Anna kept waiting for something to happen. She didn’t know if it was even possible to cause the diversion she needed, and her hopes were dropping as they were seemingly walking away. Just as it all seemed lost Ryan moved over to a wall near a store and looked at Anna for a moment. They met eyes before he leaned heavily against the wall. As soon as Ryan’s elbow hit the wall an alarm started blaring throughout the whole centre and red lights started flashing at various intervals. It didn’t take long for things to get hectic. People were starting to leave but it wasn’t fast enough. Anna turned to Ryan again with pleading eyes. “Fire!” Ryan yelled. He tried to disguise his voice a little and hide that it was him speaking, “There’s a fire! Run!” That did the trick. The people went from slowly leaving to panicking. One person started running and then another. Before long there was a tide of people hurrying towards the exit and Anna was hidden from the production crew, no one would be paying attention to her now. Without a word she slipped away from Ryan. Getting across to the sign was harder than she imagined it would be. It was like swimming against the tide as she tried to push her way through the crowds. Every time she saw a small gap she had to dart for it and pray she didn’t run into Mr. Sawyer or any of his workers. When she reached the sign Anna looked around desperately. She went to the first S and prayed that there would be anything out of place. She couldn’t see what she was supposed to be taking, and she was starting to panic, the longer she was away from Ryan the greater the chance she would be found and questioned. “Nicely done.” Unlike the loud shouting going on around her this voice was calm and measured. It came from behind the S that Anna was standing near, “I was starting to think you weren’t going to come.” “I didn’t exactly get a lot of say in the matter.” Anna replied with annoyance. Anna walked behind the sign and saw a young woman standing there. She was short, a whole foot lower than Anna and had a bandana covering up her lower face. Her clothes were what really drew Anna’s attention. Far from the over-the-top baby dresses and onesies this woman was in an old shirt and torn jeans with a dark green jacket over the top. How she got into position like that was a mystery, but Anna didn’t have time to ask. “I’m supposed to take something from you?” Anna said. It was as much a question as a statement. “Yeah.” The woman had a backpack at her feet. She reached down and withdrew and package about the size of an envelope and very thin, “Do not give more than one a day. Understand?” Anna nodded her head but in truth she didn’t have a clue what the woman was getting at. She didn’t know what was in the package, only that she was supposed to pick it up and that it would help with Jane. The woman didn’t seem inclined to give more information as she held out the package. Anna took it with a hand that shook slightly. “You’d better get back.” The woman said. “What if I need to…” Anna started. It was too late. The woman who had handed her the package had put her backpack on and quickly walked away in the opposite direction to the rest of the crowds streaming from the exit. Anna remained where she was for a second holding the package in her hand until she realised what she was doing. Just as she emerged from behind the sign the alarms suddenly stopped. A voice over the PA system announced that it was a false alarm and for people to continue their shopping. As the chaos came to an end Anna was still a long way from Ryan and holding something she definitely wasn’t supposed to have. If she was caught with the envelope, she could only imagine bad things happening. Being dragged off to Finishing School and forced to give up the information seemed the most likely outcome. What happened after that, well, she might consider herself lucky if they killed her. Anna had to act fast. She had to hide the small package, but her outfit obviously had no pockets. She could only think of one place to put it. Lifting up the rear of her dress Anna pulled back the waistband of her quite wet diaper and slipped the package down. The paper it was wrapped in felt rough on her skin and it was anything but comfortable but at least it was hidden and not a moment too soon. “Anna? What are you doing over there?” Mr. Sawyer had seen Anna through the crowd and was walking over with a frown. “Oh, erm, sorry.” Anna replied quietly, “I must’ve got separated in the confusion.” “You better get back to Ryan, sweetie.” Mr. Sawyer said. His piercing eyes felt like they were boring through to Anna’s brain and reading her thoughts. She looked away and went back over to Ryan, she tried her best to act normal despite the object pressing against her butt. “What the hell was that all about?” Ryan asked when Anna got back to him. “I’ll tell you later.” Anna replied. “But…” Ryan started. “Later!” Anna hissed. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/milhun2138932311 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2206366