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I'm from San Antonio. Living in between SA and Corpus at the moment but looking to move back closer.

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Jennifer began to stammer. Pregnant? She couldn’t be pregnant? That was impossible! “Th-there’s no way!” Jennifer managed to spit out. “I can’t be! I-I mean, I just had my period five days ago!” It was lighter than normal, but it was there! “Some women still experience spotting. It’s normal.” The doctor said. She swiped a hand over her face and glanced around the room, mind reeling. She had been exhausted lately, and irritable, nauseated, and bloated, but she had chalked it up to stress. Even the binge eating. She never thought in her wildest dreams it was because she was eating for two. “I-I’m pregnant.” she repeated to herself as if to test the words out. “Congratulations.” Meaghan said, coming in with a clipboard in hand. So that’s why she seemed so amused. “By the way, I know it’s called ‘morning sickness’ but it will get you any time of the day, just a heads up.” Jennifer nodded numbly as her hand automatically cradled her belly. A baby…she was going to have a baby. “I can’t believe you had sex with him!” Matilda nearly shouted. “Of course she had sex with him, what do you think they're doing upstairs when we’re playing video games? Playing chess?” Hortensia said. Both Meaghan and the doctor began to laugh. “She’s got you pegged.” Meaghan said. Jennifer began to blush. So one of the kids had noticed. She thought they were being rather subtle, but apparently not. “What? Don’t believe in the stork?” The doctor asked amused, nodding his head in Matilda’s direction. “I read.” Matilda said before Jennifer could formulate a response. “Much too inquisitive, this one.” Jennifer explained. “Too smart for her own good sometimes.” “Apparently not smart enough.” Hortensia said sarcastically. “Hey!” Matilda complained. “Knock it off.” Jennifer admonished half- heartedly. Pregnant. She was pregnant. A baby of her own. Oh gosh. A nursery. She would need to make a nursery. And clothes! And a crib! A baby! Small enough to cradle in her arms. She pictured rocking them in a chair, giving them a bottle. First steps. First words. She’d get to be there for it all. Jennifer grinned and let out a laugh. She was ecstatic. No. Euphoric! No, Exhilarated! She was…uh-oh. “Bag! In the bag!” … It wasn’t until Jenny had left without her that Hortensia’s situation finally began to hit home. She had really done it. She had really just got up and left her here. What if she didn’t come back? What came after three days? Would Jenny send her away? Her eyes began to blur with tears. Hortensia had refused to acknowledge her presence once she had learned of her fate. Her chest hurt. She regretted not saying good-bye and accepting her hug. “We’ll get you out of here once they’re ready for you.” The nurse said before seeing the look on her face and gave her a pitying smile. “It’ll be fine. There’s nothing to be scared of. You’ll be with other patients. You’ll go to both group and one-on-one therapy, you’ll color, get to watch lots of movies, and they’ll take a closer look at your medications. It’s not a scary place. It’s not like the movies. You’re not locked up with the criminally insane.” Hortensia let out a weak chuckle. “Sometimes, life can get the best of us, and sometimes we just need to take a step back and unplug. This is the place to do that. No school. No work. No chores. Think of it like a vacation.” Hortensia liked the sound of that. Jenny could be a real slave driver sometimes. Just when she thought the torture of school was over, she was being told to mop the kitchen and do the dishes. So annoying. “Will I get a shot?” “I don’t know, that’s up to your doctor.” Hortensia bit her lip. “Not a fan of needles. I remember. If you let them do what needs to be done, it won’t be such a big deal. If you need a shot, you’re getting a shot, no matter how much you flail and kick. You cannot out-flail us.” Hortensia watched as she began shadow boxing the air. “You box?” Hortensia asked, mildly interested. “Yep, kick boxing and mixed martial arts as well.” she counted off on her fingers. “Gymnastics when I was little.” she let out a chuckle. “My parents wanted me to try out for cheerleading in highschool, only I joined the wrestling team instead. I said the uniforms were cuter.” “Were they?” Hortensia asked, puzzled. Meaghan began to laugh. “Bloody hells, no, they were hideous. Imagine a single piece leotard that stops mid thigh and gives you the worst wedgie of your life as you try not to pick it in front of a crowd of people.” “I have a punching bag at home.” “Ah, maybe I should tell them to watch out for you.” Meaghan laughed. “Got a fighter headed their way.” One hour became two, and two became four. She was bored and hungry. Her Gameboy sat beside her, the batteries already drained. If she knew she was going to stay here she would have brought spares. And more than one game. She had tried to ask for some, but they said they didn’t have any. Finally, after around four in the evening, a man came into view pushing a wheelchair into the gap in the curtain separating her bed from the others. “Looks like your ride’s here.” Meaghan said, poking her head in. He introduced himself as Stephen and went over a list of rules that went in one ear and out the other. Hortensia never liked when the adults started with rules. “No knives, guns, explosives, shoelaces, drugs, alcohol, metal, belts…” he went on and on. “The crown this” and “the crown that” with a bunch more legal jargon thrown into the mix.“Any questions?” She shook her head. She had tons, but her mouth didn’t seem to want to work. “Are you bringing any personal belongings?” She held up her dead Gameboy. “Got something for you on my lunch break.” Meaghan said before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a four pack of AA’s. Hortensia’s heart leapt. She was saved! … “Last stop, I promise.” Jennifer said once her and Matilda had gotten back into the car. They had just gotten back from the grocery store, where she had bought a home pregnancy test and, unable to wait until she got home, had run into the bathroom to take it. Positive. She was really really pregnant. “Where to now?” Matilda huffed. “The police station.” Jennifer said, ignoring the girl's attitude. She wasn’t happy about the news. She didn’t do well with change, but Jennifer knew she would come to accept it with time, like she had with all the other changes in her life. She was going to be a great big sister. When they got to the police station, they were told the detective that had been so eager to speak to her wasn’t in. “That’s odd.” Jennifer mused, sliding back into the car. He had made it sound so urgent. She let out a sigh. “Looks like it’s just going to be us for a few days.” Us…and the baby. She cradled her stomach and wondered what it would be like to feel him or her kick for the first time. “Isn’t that him?” Matilda asked. Jennifer looked up and saw an asian man dressed in a gray suit with a bowler hat. “Oh, good eye. Let’s go.” Out of the car and across the parking lot, they followed him to his car. “Didn’t she say he wasn’t here? He just came out of the building.” “Maybe he was on his way out? Hello, sir.” she called out. He looked up and frowned at them both. “Can I help you with something?” “I’m Jennifer Honey, you wanted to speak to me. You said it was urgent.” Recognition flashed across his face. “Right, sorry, didn’t recognize you. How are you?” But before Jennifer could answer he started talking again. “Unfortunately, as of this afternoon, your case has been reassigned to another detective.” He sounded annoyed. She wondered what happened. “Oh?” Jennifer said. “Who should I talk to then?” “If you go to the front desk they can put you in touch with the right person.” “Oh, alright. Do you know why?” “I’m sorry, I can’t say. Please excuse me.” He hurried into his car and began to back up. Jennifer grabbed Matilda’s hand and backed away from the moving car. “Someone’s impatient.” Matilda said. “Well, let’s go back inside and get this sorted out.” But when they went inside and explained the situation, they were told the person they were looking for wasn’t available. “I think she says that to everyone.” Matilda whispered. “She didn’t even check.” Jennifer shrugged, left her contact information, and the two of them left. “Hey, mom?” Matilda asked on the ride back to the house. “Why is Hortensia in the Insane Asylum?” Jennifer rolled her eyes. “She is not in an insane asylum; she’s in the Behavioral Health Unit. Hortensia… she isn’t well right now. She’s having a hard time adjusting and the stress is…well…affecting her in odd ways.” Matilda was silently mulling this over. “Have you noticed anything odd? Besides refusing to eat.” “Hmm, not really. She seems as annoying and bossy as usual. But, seriously, how thick do you have to be to think you’re poisoning anyone?” “Matilda, now’s not the time for name calling.” The girl let out a half-hearted grunt of acknowledgement. “The same level of stupid to think people are watching her with video cameras in her toys.” Matilda said under her breath. “Matilda! What did I just say?” But the words slowly began to sink in. “What are you talking about? What video cameras? What people?” “There was one night she was acting like a loon. I forgot about that.” “Matilda! You don’t just forget.” “Fine, I didn’t think it was important!” Matilda said, throwing her hands up in frustration. “I thought it was annoying, not concerning. She woke me up in the middle of the night and started ranting about cameras in the dolls. She was sleepwalking.” “Sleepwalking?” Jennifer asked. She hadn’t known Hortensia sleepwalked. Although… She thought of the pacing outside her door multiple times a week. “Why wouldn’t you say something sooner? Why would you think paranoid behavior like that isn’t important?” She remembered what Hortensia had said when she had confronted her with Spot's remains. “I needed to see what was inside.” “Because she was asleep!” Matilda exclaimed. “You say crazy lunatic stuff in your sleep all the time!” She had a point. “Okay Miss-Cranky-Pants, sounds like someone needs a nap when they get home.” Jennifer teased. Matilda crossed her arms, pouting, and remained silent the rest of the drive. A hint of a smile curled up the corner of Jennifer’s mouth. She was still her little girl. She felt like nothing could upset her now. Not having to temporarily commit her rental child and knowing she’d catch hell for it afterwards, or the inconvenient police run around, or childish tantrums. Today was a day of miracles. She rubbed her tummy. Her little miracle. “Is Mr. Fern having a party?” Matilda asked suddenly as they turned down the street. Jennifer stared uneasily at the dozen or so people congregating on Mr. Ferns lawn. Their eyes seemed to follow her as she pulled into the driveway. Your imagination. She put the car into park and turned her attention to Matilda. “Bed.” Jennifer said. “What? No! Why?” Matilda whined. “Because you get grumpy when you’re tired. It’s been a long day full of surprises, and I am certainly exhausted.” “That’s because you vomited eight times in the petrol station parking lot on the drive home.” “Who’s counting?” She said with an uneasy laugh. She had only been acquainted with the term “morning sickness” for less than a day and she was already over it. “I was. You threw up fourteen times today.” “Okay okay,” Jennifer said, ushering her inside. She cast one more anxious glance across the street at the congregation of people across the way. Jennifer got the distinct feeling they were staring at her as if she had just interrupted something. She grabbed the post out her mailbox before heading inside and tossed the mail on the table. She leaned against the kitchen counter to think. Pregnant. Her hands wrapped around her belly protectively. How far along was she? It couldn’t be that far. She had only been sexually active for the last couple months. She frowned. She had taken some solid hits from Hortensia. She thought of the elbow she had taken to the abdomen last night. What if they couldn’t get to the bottom of Hortensia’s aggression? Now that she was pregnant, she couldn’t be taking heavy blows like that. It was one thing to sacrifice her own body, but it wasn’t just about her anymore. “Hey, mom, what’s this?” Matilda called. Jennifer looked up to find Matilda holding up a piece of paper with a handwritten note on it. She stared at it for a moment trying to decipher the code. It was a list of Bible verses, she knew that much, but it meant nothing to her. Exodus 20:16. Proverbs 6:12-13. Proverbs 12:22. Proverbs 6:16-19. Colossians 3:6. Psalm 7:11. Ezekiel 7:8. “It’s just junk mail.” Jennifer said. “Everyone probably got one.” She crumpled it up. “That’s weirdly threatening junk mail.” Matilda said with a scowl. “Threatening? What do you mean?” She uncrumpled the note. “Do you know what these are?” What was she asking, of course she did. “They're all about how God hates liars and will punish them.” Jennifer’s stomach soured. “The last one is ‘I will soon pour out my wrath upon you and spend my anger against you.’” Lovely. She peeked out the window. They were all just standing there…watching her. She closed the blinds. If she called the police could they even do anything? Or would it just give them the satisfaction of knowing they had unnerved her. She didn’t want to scare Matilda and she was much too worn out to deal with their drama. “Nap time.” Jennifer announced. Matilda’s face soured. “I don’t need a nap.” she insisted. e “I do.” Jennifer said. “And I need someone to snuggle with.” She made her best pouty face. “Please?” Matilda’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “If it’ll make you feel better.” She grumbled while looking away, arms crossed across her chest. “It would.” They went upstairs where Jennifer stripped and collapsed into bed exhausted, her body aching in places she didn’t know she could. “Don’t you dare throw up on me.” Matilda said, crawling her way over onto Jennifer's chest. “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.” Jennifer said, letting out a weak chuckle and wrapping her arms around Matilda. “I’m serious! If you puke on me I’m never cuddling with you again. Why are you laughing!?” “I’ve gone delirious.” Jennifer said. She squeezed the protesting girl in her arms and rocked her. “I’m just so happy.” Matilda gave an unenthusiastic grunt. “You know, no matter how many people we add to our family, it’s never going to change how much I love you. You’ll always be my girl.” She kissed her cheek as Matilda complained about puke breath, which only made Jennifer laugh harder and plant more kisses on her face. “You’re going to be such a good big sister.” “Does this mean you and Brian are going to get married?” “I don’t know.” A smile worked its way to her lips as she thought about it. Was she finally at a place in her life where she could look to the future and see happiness? She had a career, one and a half daughters, a baby on the way and… dare she think, a possible husband? It was everything she had ever dreamed of. Freedom. Love. Security. She fell asleep dreaming of wedding dresses and baby outfits.

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Hello, This is the first chapter of the first story I've ever published. Critical feedback and corrections are more than welcome, but please bear in mind that this story is completely fictional and I the medical aspects aren't intended to be accurate to real life. Chapter 1 – A Natural Approach Oliver sat, staring at his shoes with his chin in his hand, occasionally looking around the brightly decorated doctor’s waiting room and catching a reassuring glance from his mother, Abigail. He let his legs swing idly to pass the time but quickly stopped so as avoid any unnecessary attention. “Oliver? Oliver Wilson?” he heard a voice enquire. He looked up again to see the doctor poking her head out of the office. He trailed behind his mother with his head hung low as the doctor welcomed them into her office. This was a new doctor. She introduced herself as Dr. Richardson and explained that she would be taking over for Oliver’s old doctor, a kindly, easy-going old man who, despite his general apprehensiveness about doctor’s appointments, Oliver had been fond of. By contrast, she was much younger – late thirties, with her hair tied back in a ponytail and an energetic attitude. She seemed eager to make a good impression on her new patients and Oliver found himself warming up to her. Over the course of the appoint, any lingering doubts in Abigail’s mind that this woman might be anything but a competent expert with her son’s best interest at heart were also quashed. After a review of his file and the usual battery of tests and questions, Dr. Richardson broached a sore subject. “Well” she intoned in a way that Oliver could tell she was choosing her next words carefully. “I’m a little concerned about young Oliver’s growth.” she began. That was the understatement of the century as far as he was concerned. At just under 4”6’ and 64 lbs, he was the smallest kid in his sixth grade class by a mile. “Some other doctors might be inclined to recommend hormone injections, but I’d prefer to exhaust our natural options before we go down that path. From what you’ve told me about Oli’s sleeping habits and his picky eating, the good news is I think there’s a lot of room for improvement. I’m going to prescribe a course of two nutritional supplement. One for the day to help bridge any deficiencies in his diet and a night time one that will also help with sleep. You can get them at a speciality shop at the edge of town.” she explained as she typed up the prescription. “We’ll see how this goes and then regroup in a few months. Don’t hesitate to call if you have any questions about the treatment.” Dr. Richardson said as she stood, bringing the appointment to a close, Abigail thanked her and led Oliver outside to pay, where he was too caught off guard by the receptionist’s offer of a lollipop to decline it before his mother accepted it on his behalf and prompted a stuttered “Thank you.” out of him. They made their way back to the car where the journey home was mostly in silence as Oliver contemplated his ambivalence the outcome of the appointment. He was eager to hit his long anticipated growth spurt, and he was more than relieved to avoid any needles, but he didn’t even like most of the foods he was told to eat. He didn’t like the sound of whatever a nutritional supplement was, but he felt he had escaped lightly over all. They weren’t long home before he was lying on his stomach in front of the TV listening to the fan on his game console churning as he nonchalantly kicked his feet in the air. “Hey kiddo.” interrupted his mom. He braced himself to be told to get some fresh air or find something constructive to do, but it didn’t come. “I’ve gotta run a few errands, wanna tag along for the ride?” she offered. “Can’t I just hang out here?” Visits to the doctor scored sympathy points that they both knew he he was angling to cash in. She paused just long enough to make him doubt his strategy. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay on your own?” she teased. “Mooom” he groaned but couldn’t help but smile. “Well, okay, but don’t let any axe murderers in.” “Not unless they have a puppy.” he countered as he turned his attention back to his game. Abigail punched the address Dr. Richardson had given her into her car’s GPS and pulled out of the driveway. The place was about 25 minutes drive. Technically within the town limits, but not a part of town she had ever been too or would have necessarily considered in town. She drove without the radio on, deep in thought. This was the start of the Summer vacation and she hoped this could be an opportunity to turn a new leaf with him. He had been increasingly down in himself the entire school year and had become more defiant and withdrawn, rejecting her every bid at the care and affection she felt he needed. It didn’t seem like these thoughts were rolling around in her head for long before a robotic voice was instructing her to take a left turn. The turn was inconspicuous, obscured by shrubbery and she would have easily missed it if not for the direction. She slowed as her car wound over the gravel parking lot which hosted a modestly sized brick building. She pulled into a spot and, approaching the building with the slight trepidation would-be trespassers reserve for when they’re not entirely sure they’re in the right place, she gazed up at the sign above the door with the words Tender Care printed with in pastel letters, angled so as to appear to be on toy wooden blocks. She pushed her way through the front door, causing a bell to ring as she passed the threshold. If the building had been modest from the outside, it was comparatively cathedralesque internally, with seemingly every cubic inch of space planned and accounted for. She had expected a pharmacy, but before her ranged all manner of equipment and clothing. She was so focused on taking it all in, she almost didn’t catch the smiling woman in her peripheral vision. “Hello there. You’re a new face here if I’m not mistaken.” She was a kindly faced woman in her mid fifties with a name tag bearing the name Elizabeth, but she introduced herself as Liz, the shop’s sole proprietor. “Oh, hi! My son’s paediatrician gave me a prescription she said I should fill here.” she explained, digging through her purse for the document in question. “Dr. Richardson?” “How did you know?” “She sends a lot of customers our way, so you’re in good company.” As Abigail was led through the store, she had more time to appraise their other offerings. At first she had taken it for a generic medical supplies store, but on closer inspection a distinct theme was starting to emerge. There were cribs, high chairs, and strollers arranged for display on the floor. Most of the clothing on display had cartoonish appliqués and unusual fasteners. She would have taken it for a baby equipment store sooner, but was thrown off by how much bigger much of the equipment was here. “Excuse me, but what kind of store is this exactly?” enquired Abigail as they reached the till. “We cater to the families of children with a wide range of developmental and maturation delays, just like your little guy. So, this is a two week supply” Elizabeth began to explain, gesturing at two large plastic containers she had taken from a nearby shelf and placed on the counter. A green container bearing the word Nutriform in large text and picture of a smiling tot far younger than Oliver stood along side a second, nearly identical container, except that it was blue, and the label depicted a soundly sleeping child and it had the subtitle Sleeptite in smaller text below the main Nutriform brand. “It will all be explained on the insert, but you’re going to want to give him a scoop of the green one mixed into his bottles at meal times and the blue at bed time. You can mix half a scoop of each together for nap times, but that’s just a tip from me. He might be a little groggy afterwards.” “Oh, I think there’s been some misunderstanding.” chuckled Abigail. “My son is 13.” “Right, how silly of me.” conceded the shop attendant with a glint on her eye. “Still, I know Dr. Richardson well and the prescription is par for the course so no mistake there.” She bagged the two containers for Abigail as she began to ring up her purchase. “Now some good news today: These are fully covered on your insurance, and that will go for most everything here.” she explained, handing the brown paper bag to Abigail. “So no excuse to be a stranger if you find there’s anything else little Oliver needs.” she grinned leading her towards the door. They said their farewells and Abigail walked back out to the car, already trying to figure out how on Earth she was going to sell Oliver on this without a having a meltdown. By the time she had arrived home, she had resolved to transfer the contents of the containers to two inconspicuous containers. No sooner had she placed the bag on the kitchen worktop after making sure the coast was clear, than by the time she had completed the momentary returning home ritual of neatly storing her shoes, bag and keys in the foyer, a curious Oliver had ascended a step stool next to the worktop to interrogate the bags’ contents, hoping his mother’s presumed foray to the store might have yieled some chips or cookies. “Mom...” he asked uneasily. “What are these?” he said holding up the blue Nutriform container like a cross between something from show and tell and a discarded murder weapon. Abigail took a sharp intake of breath and bit her tongue, her plan instantly dashed. “No...” Oliver’s voice started to croak as the pieces fell into place in his head. “Sweetheart... The doctor said.” “No, no, no, NO, NO!” “Honey, please just listen.” but it was too late. “I’M NOT A FUCKING BABY!’ he screamed as he stormed past her. Abigail listened to the as-of-late all too familiar sound of heavy foot fall stamping up stairs, a brief pause, and the bang of a bedroom door being slammed to complete the sequence. She exhaled sharply and let her shoulders fall before following in pursuit, with softer foot steps. She gingerly opened the bedroom door and peaked in to see Oliver turned towards the wall, curled up in a fetal position, with his head in his hands, quietly weeping. The curtains were already drawn, darkening the room somewhat but the evening Summer sun streamed through the gaps. She took a seat on his bedside and placed a hand on his back. “It’s not fair, mom.” he said through muffled sobs. “I know sweetie. I know it’s not exactly what you were expecting. You know I only want to do what’s best for you right?” she ventured, and took his silence as a queue to continue. “I know it’s not easy, but, you know, part of growing up means making the decisions that are best for you in the long term, even if they’re not easy right now. This Summer could be a bit of a fresh start. A lot can change in a few months.” He turned around and edged towards her. “I’m sorry I shouted.” he said in a hoarse whisper. Tears were streaming down his face and his eyes were red from crying. “I know, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’m not mad. Hey, we have some coupons for that new pizza place you wanted to try. How about we order in tonight?” “Really?” he asked, perking up slightly. “My treat.’ she smiled at him. Approximately 45 minutes later Oliver descended the stairs, far more quietly than he had ascended them earlier. His mother sat on the couch with a welcoming smile. In addition to a steaming hot pizza and two large soft drinks, a glass sat of a pale white liquid, like milk with a slightly yellow tinge. “You can have it now or you can have the pizza first if you prefer.” explained Abigal. He settle into the couch beside her and picked up a slice of Pizza. Abigail had put one of his favourite Pixar movies from when he was younger on the TV, hoping in the back of her mind that the familiarity might help ease him into the change of routine. Oliver ate slowly, putting off the inevitable. “I think you should try some of your drink now.” Abigail coaxed gently when they were about halfway through the movie. With some hesitation picked up the glass and raised it to his lips. It tasted more or less like milk, which Oliver usually liked, except sweet, creamier, and just – to his surprise – better over all. Though he wasn’t about to let on so he made sure to drink slowly. About 15 minutes after he finished the glass, he was already flagging. His eyes felt heavy and he laid his head on his mother’s shoulder without even thinking about it. He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, the end credits of the movie were rolling. He turned to see his mother smiling warmly at him. “I think you’re about ready for the land of nod, little man.” she said softly. He was too tired to argue. She led him by the hand up to his room. He felt like he was in a losing battle for his consciousness as he changed into his pyjamas and slumped into bed. The last thing he remembered was the silhouette of his mother tucking him in before he passed out just before 8:30 p.m. with the sun still firmly in the sky, hours before his usual bedtime, if he even had one. Abigail stared at her son sleeping soundly. She hadn’t expected the sleep aid to be so effective. She hoped that, now that they were over the initial hump, the journey might be smoother from here on out. She kissed him on the cheek and closed the door gently behind her. “Rise and shine sleepyhead, it’s almost 10:00 a.m.” Abigail half-sang as she entered Oliver’s room. He rolled out of bed as he came to. His initial feeling of being extremely well rested gave way to a far less pleasant feeling of cold clamminess all over. He pulled his sheets away to see that, along with most of his bedding. his pyjamas were soaked from below his knees almost up to his chest.

Ted stood in his bedroom, frozen in place. He wore nothing but his underwear, and held in his hands a pale blue diaper emblazoned with baby prints, sized to fit him. Growing up a bedwetter, Ted had ultimately been grateful for Goodnites. Sure it was awkward at first. The first time his mom had suggested it. The first time he wore them. The first time he woke up in a wet one. But they slid on just like underwear, and tore off easily at the sides. He could manage them independently. They were discreet, too. Discreet enough that he had even managed to avoid detection at a couple of sleepovers with his friends. Goodnites were a great solution at the time. They allowed Ted to keep his sheets dry while maintaining some level of dignity. No embarrassment from needing help putting them on. No big puffy bulge protruding from his pajama pants. Even no use of the word ‘diapers.’ But this… this was something else entirely. Ted squeezed the big baby diaper. It rustled and crinkled loudly. The plastic exterior was very different from the soft cottony feel of the Goodnites. Then there was the thickness. The diaper was so puffy. He could tell it would be far more absorbent than a Goodnite. He had to admit, the girls were right that pull-ups would not have been sufficient to contain his accident last Saturday. Maybe he really did belong in diapers. But the print… it was so babyish! Ted felt his anger rise as he examined the bottles, diaper pins, and other images of baby items. “It’s not fair!” he muttered aloud. “I’m not a baby!” As the words left his lips, he realized he actually did sound quite like a pouting child. He also suddenly remembered Lara encouraging him to “make a sticky messy” is his “diapie.” And then, Ted remembered doing just that. He remembered the intense pleasure. He remembered Lara’s sweet but dominant tone. He remembered how relaxed he felt when she put a fresh pull-up on him. How he had slept so soundly, like a … His cock grew in his tight boxer briefs. All week, Ted had fantasized about sex with Lara. Part of him thought that he had dreamed the encounter with her, but when he found the discarded pull-up on his floor the next morning, he knew it had been real. And it had been so hot. He unfolded the diaper. His hand rubbed the soft, cushiony inner lining. If this was the kind of thing Lara was into, he thought just maybe he could roll with it. --- As soon as Ted’s door closed, Lara bounced off the couch and reached behind the TV stand and began feeling around. Stacey looked at her curiously, until Lara finally found what she was after. Stacey laughed loudly, then quickly stifled herself, looking over at Ted’s door. Lara beamed as she held up the sippy cup she had bought at CVS earlier in the week. The cutesy, colorful pattern on the cup featured Big Bird, Grover, Elmo, and Oscar the Grouch. Snickering, Lara unscrewed the lid and quickly dumped in the contents of Ted’s cocktail glass. “You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” Stacey said with an edge. Lara blushed as she set replaced the lid on the cup and set it down. “Maybe…” she said softly. “I could tell something was up when I walked in here a few minutes ago. You’re hot for that naughty little boy, huh?” Lara’s face grew even redder. “I mean… yeah… it’s hot. Reducing that big guy to a little boy with a spanked butt in a diaper… it turns me on.” “Mmm hmmm…” Stacey just sat back smiling and sipping her drink. Lara giggled. “Speaking of… what’s taking so long in there?” --- Ted stood in his room tugging at the seams of his diaper. He had managed to get it on, but it didn’t seem like it was fitting quite right. He pulled at the tabs, which were Velcro, and could be refastened easily. Still, he couldn’t quite get everything lined up. But as he shifted and tugged on the diaper, he was very aware of how the soft padding rubbed him in just the right places. Cupping his package tightly, Ted was surprised by how stimulating the diaper felt. There was a soft knock at the door. “How’s it coming in there, hun?” came Lara’s voice from the other side of the door. “Um… o-ok, I guess,” Ted croaked. “Can I see?” Lara asked eagerly. She didn’t wait for an answer and opened the door. “Aawwww!” Lara gushed as she took in the sight of Ted wearing nothing but a big baby diaper. “Aw honey, that is just too cute.” She walked over to him and ran her hands along the waistband. Ted's cock pressed against his diaper in response. “Here, I think we need to adjust it a bit, though.” Lara popped the tabs one by one, smoothing out the edges and making sure everything was tight and even. She patted his crotch. “There, all nice and secure. And that thick padding will keep your bed nice and dry tonight.” Ted's cock pulsed as Lara groped him. She took notice. “Oh my… is someone enjoying his diapies?” she whispered, grabbing a handful of Ted through his diaper. He gasped. “Well, if you’re a very good boy, and do as I say the rest of the night, maybe we can have some special playtime again later…” Ted's knees buckled as Lara slid a finger inside the leg cuff of his diaper. She ran it back and forth, and lightly kissed him on the cheek. Ted was so turned on, and firmly wrapped around Lara’s finger. He took her meaning and nodded his head eagerly. She thumped him loudly on his padded bottom. “Good boy. Now let’s get back to our cocktail party.” Lara led the way back into the living room and presented Ted to Stacey. “Look at our big boy in his big diapers!” “Ohhh wow! How adorable are you?” Stacey beamed. Ted fumed. He instinctively covered himself with his hands. Lara grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to the couch. “I agree, I think he looks great,” she said cheerfully, patting his bare thigh encouragingly. She picked up the sippy cup and held it out. “Here you go, sweetie. Here’s your drink.” Ted was flabbergasted. He blushed all the way to his ears, his face hot with indignation. He opened his mouth to speak, but Lara held up a finger stopping him before he could say something he might regret. “Here you go,” she said sternly, putting the cup in Ted’s hand. “Remember, you’re going to be a very … good … boy.” Lara gritted her teeth at the end of her sentence, smiled, and winked at Ted. Rubbed his thigh lightly, then gave it a quick smack. Ted got the message: Play along. It will be worth it. He looked down at the cup and couldn’t help laughing at the print. He put it to his lips and took a long drink. The liquid courage did its thing. Ted relaxed on the couch, his diaper crinkling as he did. He paid it no mind, and instead took an opportunity to check out Lara’s cleavage. The edges of her pale pink, lacy bra were just visible around the white, plunging v-neck tee she wore. Ted’s member rubbed delightfully against the soft side of his diaper. He took another long drink from his sippy cup. Ok, he thought, game on.

Michael P.V Hi, my name is Michael and I'm 8 years old. I live in a small city called Nul, which has only 2000 people. It's in the Goran princedom. I'm like the boss at my school, you know? Even the girls are scared of me. That just shows how tough I am because here in Goran, the women are in charge. Nobody can boss me around, not even my mom or my older sister. I do whatever I want. I have complete control over my life. Today, the teacher got mad at me because I was late for class. But when I talked back to her, she kicked me out of the classroom. So, I got really mad and started throwing stones at the school windows. The principal saw me and she was super angry. She grabbed my arm and dragged me to her office. Then, she called my mom. "Mrs. Tyuli? Hi! I'm really sorry to bother you for the third time this week," I overheard her saying. "Of course, I'll wait for you here!" she said before hanging up the phone.

That's an idea I hadn't considered at all and it's definitely something I'll try. I guess when hearing onesie I was always picturing a very obviously ABDL one that would defeat the purpose of being discreet. 😁 As for high absorbancy diapers I think I've got that covered but thank you anyway. I'm still trying different brands so I might give it a try. My main point about being noticed: I'm not from the US and where I live people can be pretty curious, (though usually in a friendly manner) even in major cities. I normally consider this a good thing since it means that people aren't just all just living in parallel universes but it can be troublesome when you do something you don't necessarily want everyone else to know about at a glance. I'm aware that a large part of the issue is probably that I tend to worry too much about what others might think but that is an issue I'll still be working on for a while. It's something I'm currently in therapy for. Throughout my life I had to deal with far too many people who would make your appearance or preferences their business, whether you liked it or not.

It’s awesome! I always love the MSer stories.

The night light in my nursery is a white unicorn.

She stood there a bit nervous she finally had his full name Larry Hauches she repeated in her head a few times to make sure she didn't forget. But did she know him enough to let him see her naked. she withdrew to the table to sit down she felt her skirt She hadn't worn a uniform skirt like this unironically since she was actually in school. it felt dry but she couldn't see behind her. she hadn't felt any tenderness when she was in the shower last but that could change and she couldn't see her own back side so maybe it was worth it to atleast let him look. But still the thought of it made her nervous. She sits in the chair at the table and puts her head down. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and she was both thirsty and hungry.

I love pooping in briefs and panties. It is how it started for me. I'd rather do it in diapers, but enjoy messy underwear from time-to-time.

When I was around 5, I remember standing in the bathroom at my aunt's house. I don't know why, but I just pooped in my underwear and froze. I eventually came out and told her what I did. My mother's house was down the road, in walking distance. She wasn't home, but my aunt walked me there (in my poopy underwear) and back to her house. All that was available was my cousin's panties, which they made me change into. Thinking back on it, it felt like a comfy dream. I've always wanted to recreate that scenario as an adult.

I just joined after lurking off and on over the years. I haven't worn a diaper in a long while but plan to in the next few weeks. I'm a simple diaper lover who loves music and art in all its forms. I'm also into gaming (PC mostly). I'll keep this short and sweet for the moment. Glad to be here.

She doesn't know. And I wear cloth diapers exclusively.

YAY! Sounds like more adorable fun! And plenty of quality time bonding with their new mommies!

*giggles* Yes, there's going to be a fair amount of exposition, and lots of diaper changes. XDD You know, looking more into what toddlers ate in the late 1500s...I think they will. There was bread soaked in water and stuff like that...but these ladies will probably want to feed the crew something that's a lot less icky. Thanks for pointing this out; it made me research it a bit more. They probably could eat mashed up food, but honestly, the crew being breastfed does sound more along the lines of what the characters do. So, thank you for pointing it out, Panther.

That sounds pretty cool... What has the clinic told you? Will it be like last time, a number of days post-op with a catheter, then a few more days there before you can go home? Imagine if this becomes a popular "Thing to do" in a few years.... A whole section of the hospital, full of "Post-op recovering Diaper-boys." 😁😁

Bit of a long shot, but figured I would ask once more if anyone has a copy of a Harry Potter fanfic called "Matters of Magic and Dealing with Diapers". Which followed Hermione in a version of Hogwarts where girls are mandated to wear and use nappies?