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Chapter 20: Pool incident As Kris exited the bathroom, he saw his dad standing over by the kitchen. His mom was gone off of the couch. He could also see Kyle standing in the hallway waiting for Kris to finish in the shower so he could take one himself. It seemed like the whole family was awake and already going about their morning routines. "Morning, Dad." Kris greeted his dad. He wanted to tell him so badly about how he managed to stay dry, but with Kyle so close, and Sam already running around the suite with the energy of ten toddlers left him feeling reserved. Maybe he could tell him when they went downstairs to play some games. "Morning, bud. We'll be going down in a second. The girls want to go swimming. You want to join us?" His dad seemed to be in a good mood this morning. That was a huge plus, if Kris was lucky that would mean his dad would actually want to celebrate with Kris about being dry instead of ridiculing him for doing something all 8 year olds ought to be able to do. "Umm... Can we play at the arcade instead?" Kris was never a fan of swimming. He was terrible at it, and hated the activity. His sisters on the other hand loved it and would spend their entire vacation in the pool if they could. To be fair, he also knew he was the same way when it came to the arcade. If they didn't have anything else to do, and an unlimited budget, he would spend the entire time playing video games, and maybe riding some of the rides that were available at the park. Kevin looked around the room, thinking for a moment. "Tell you what, after we get the girls settled in at the pool, you and I can hit up the arcade for a few rounds. But we'll need to check up on them after a few rounds. Deal?" Kevin knew Kris hated swimming, but there was no reason to keep him up in the suite while Kim went back to sleep for a few more hours. He knew Kyle would be responsible enough just to read a book or something while the rest of them were downstairs. He had already chatted with Kyle to find out he didn't want to join them yet, instead wanting to enjoy a long shower all to himself. "Okay!" Kris wasn't sure he could convince his dad to join him. He knew his dad liked playing video games, too, but he was also super protective of the family. Normally, splitting up like this would never happen, but it sounded like he was going to give it a shot for a change, and they could all do something they wanted this morning. Kris saw Sam and Tammi grab a small bag with a towel draped over it. They had both changed into their swimsuits while Kris was in the shower. Now, it made more sense why Kyle was standing in the hall waiting to take a shower himself. He wasn't allowed in the shared room while they changed. Their swimsuits were modest one-piece dress swimsuits. Kris quickly followed behind them as the four of them left the room, heading down towards the lobby to go for a swim, and for Kris to play some games. Sam and Kris both had a hard time containing their excitement. Sam was already jumping up and down in the elevator. Kris was just as excited trying to talk to his dad about all of the games he couldn't wait to play. Trying to ask what games his dad thought they had in the hotel for them to play. But both Kevin and Tammi were calm; Kevin was busy checking his phone to make sure everything was alright upstairs and formulating a plan on how he wanted this all to play out. Would they play at the arcade for 20 minutes or 40 before they checked in on the girls? Was it really a good idea to leave those two alone? Should he have asked Kyle to join and watch Kris? When was breakfast hour over? Did Kim have enough time to sleep until they were done playing? When did they have to finish playing? Kevin couldn't help himself in trying to plan out every last detail. He unintentionally ignored his kids and their excitement as he tried to figure everything out. "Dad... Dad... Dad?" Kris was nudging Kevin's arm at this point. Kevin was so much in a fog, worrying about everything, that he hadn't even realized they had already arrived at the pool. Tammi had already checked in and got in the pool, but Sam was still standing by him, waiting for something. "Huh? Oh, um. What's up bud?" Kevin was trying to get his earrings, now back in reality and not in panic mode. "Can we go to the arcade now?" Kris wasn't sure why his dad didn't hear him the last five times he had asked, but it seems like he was paying attention now. "No! Dad's got to see me do a lap first!" Sam whined. She never had a chance to show her dad how good of a swimmer she'd gotten. She felt like she never got to spend time with her dad. Normally, the boys would get to hang out with him, and the girls were with their mom. But now was a chance for her to show off to her dad and hopefully get him to celebrate how good she'd gotten. "Swimming is stupid. Dad said he would play games with me in the arcade. Just go swimming with Tammi. You two are the ones who like to swim." Kris just wanted to go and start enjoying himself. He didn't want to have to wait forever at the pool watching his sisters swim. He'd rather be stuck in the room doing nothing, playing on his handheld, than watching them. "Ugh! You always get to hang out with Dad. I just want him to see how good I've gotten." Sam was clearly frustrated, nearly throwing a tantrum. "It's okay..." "It's just swimming, there's nothing impressive about it." Kris argued back before Kevin could break things up and settle things between the two kids. "Yeah, well, at least I can swim better than you!" Sam felt offended that Kris would try to downplay her skills. "It's at least more helpful than playing stupid video games." "Yeah, only if you need to. If you stay out of water you don't need to. Besides, games are more fun." Things were clearly getting heated between the two kids. Everything was happening so fast, blink and you would have missed it. Suddenly, Kris began to slip and fall backwards towards the pool as Sam brushed past him in a huff, walking towards the stairs to get in the pool. Kris was stunned as he began falling. He hated swimming, and wasn't dressed for it. The life guard and Kevin quickly strung into action. Kevin tried to reach for Kris before he fell in, but couldn't reach him in time. SPLASH Kris fell directly into the water, quickly throwing his arms about as he tried to get above the surface of the water again. His heart was pounding with fear. He hadn't expected to fall into the pool or to go in water at all. The life guard jumped into the water next to him, blowing his whistle to get the other kids, and parents' attention as he went in to help Kris out of the water. Kris was quickly pulled out of the water and brought back up to the side of the pool, completely soaked from head to toe. "Are you okay?" The life guard lady inquired as she looked Kris up and down. "Yeah, I just slipped" Kris felt embarrassed about what happened. But more importantly, he felt more embarrassed about his current state. It was only a few seconds he was in the pool, but that was more than enough time. Kris could hear whispering from several people around him, some kids, some adults. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he was sure it was about him. "Do you need any help?" the life guard asked Kris's dad as she helped Kris stand back up on his feet, guiding him towards his dad. "No, it's okay, thank you. I can take it from here." Kevin gently placed his arm around Kris, guiding him back towards the elevator. Kris felt horrified as he realized his clothes were sticking to him skin tight, he shot a look down at his pants to see his worse fear. He felt his pull-up swell up when he landed in the water, but in the heat of the moment, he didn't pay any attention to it. But now standing up, he could feel the weight of the soaked garment. It was heavy, absorbing as much water as it could until it reached its limit. The swollen pull-up's outline was clearly visible with his pants clinging to his skin. Kris began to cry, trying to pry his pants away from his skin desperately trying to hide the pull-up outlined that everyone around them could clearly see, burying his face into his dad's side, trying to hide his face from anyone being able to see who he was. "It's okay, bud. Let's go get you into some dry clothes, then we can play some games, alright?" Kevin's concern for his son, with his face buried into his side was apparent. You could sense his love for his son, when only moments before, there was a sense of irritation and frustration that his son would be too clumsy to have fallen in like that. Kevin glanced back at Sam and Tammi. Both of them clearly looked guilty, and distraught at what had happened to Kris. He didn't want to bring them back upstairs to the room with them, so instead he sent an unspoken message to Tammi, staring her in the eyes as she looked back at him. Then suddenly he nudged his head at Sam, staring briefly at her, hinting at Tammi to keep a close eye on her sister. Tammi nodded getting the message. She felt like trying to have fun at this point was going to be hard with the added stress of needing to keep extra tabs on her sister. But she also knew it was their only option if they wanted to swim while their dad took care of Kris. Kevin slowly guided Kris towards the elevator. Stepping into it, with a mom and her young son, easily only 3 or 4 years old. In the safety of the elevator, Kris finally pulled away from his dad slightly. Kris looked at the other young boy and his mom. He felt embarrassed sharing an elevator with them, but had some reassurance in knowing the mom wasn't likely to say anything, and the boy was likely too young to know what happened. "Mommy, why did that boy go swimming with a diaper?" the young boy tried to whisper to his mom, but was too loud to the point where Kevin and Kris could both hear him. "Tyler! That's none of our business, and it's very rude to ask. I am so sorry." She corrected him, trying to apologize to Kevin for her son's insensitivity. "Thanks. It's a good question young man." Kevin spoke to the young child. "I was going to ask him the same question while we got him dried off." Kevin looked back at Kris, clearly showing now that he realized Kris was wearing a pull-up. Chapter 21: What Were You Thinking "I'm sorry, Dad." Kris wasn't sure how his dad would react to him wearing a pull-up when they just bought him underwear the day before. "I wasn't sure what to do; Mom said I was still in Pull-ups, and I... I... I wasn't sure what to do. I..." Kris was frantically panicking. He felt every word he spoke was only making things worse. "So you thought you'd wear a diaper instead of underwear?" Kevin was frustrated and confused. He couldn't understand why Kris, someone who had been giving them so much trouble around wearing the pull-ups in the first place, would willingly wear one during the daytime without someone prompting it. Well, someone coherent. He should have known that his mom wasn't being serious. "I didn't want to make you upset." Kris hung his head and spoke softly. He knew he messed up, and there was nothing he could do to fix it. He simply hoped his dad would at least be semi-understanding. Kevin sighed loudly, pausing to contemplate his next actions. "I can't believe he would do this. He says he doesn't like them. He says he doesn't need them. He says he doesn't want to be a baby. He says he doesn't mean to have these accidents. Yet here he is. He has fresh, brand new underwear that I HAD to buy because HE forgot them AGAIN." "Did you open that pack of underwear yet?" Kris's heart skipped a beat at his dad's question. Why would he ask such a thing? "I haven't, not yet. But should I? Should I lie and say I did? But what if he finds out I lied?" Kris didn't want to risk finding out. His dad wouldn't mind putting back everything in the shopping cart and leaving the store if they were't behaving. So him ending the trip early, or sending Kris back home early wouldn't have been out of the question. "No. Not yet." Kris hated the thought of losing out on the fun of their first significant family vacation. He hoped his dad wasn't going to do anything too drastic. "Good, bring them here." Kevin was clearly upset and had something in mind as to how to handle the situation. Kris wasn't sure if he was in trouble or not, but the fact that his dad asked for the pack of underwear wasn't a good sign. Kris rushed back into the shared bedroom, still soaked from head to toe from falling into the pool. As he walked into the room, he saw Kyle laying on their shared bed reading a book. He lifted up his eyes to see Kris in his soaked state, including the soaked pull-up still very visible through his cloths. "What happened to you?" Kyle couldn't believe his eyes. How did he manage to get completely soaked? Not only that, but why was he still in a diaper? "Sam shoved past me, knocking me into the pool." Kris was irritated that his brother saw his sorry state. He couldn't believe this happened. He didn't know what was worse, the fact that everyone downstairs, in their shared hotel, now saw he was wearing a diaper or having an accident on the plane. At least in the airport, it was unlikely he would ever see those people again, and most likely, most of them didn't even notice. But here? At a shared hotel, where there were hundreds of people in the area, and on the walk back to the room. There was no way people didn't notice, and the likelihood of him running into them again was very high while on this trip. He wasn't sure if he would ever live this down. If he were lucky, no more instances of something like this would ever happen again while they stayed at the resort. "But why are you wearing a diaper?" Kyle couldn't help himself. He didn't want to pick on Kris, he wasn't trying to make fun of him. He just couldn't understand why Kris would be wearing one after how many times he stated he hated them. Correcting him every time he called them a diaper. "It's not a diaper. It's a pull-up." Kris hated it when his pull-ups got called a diaper. He didn't want to be wearing them in the first place. He only put one on to try and save himself from his mom's anger. She asked him to wear one on the flight, and it turned out he needed it. He wasn't sure if she actually meant it this morning. Tammi was sure she didn't, but how could he be sure? She might have just tried to trick him. "Mom thought it would be a good idea if I wore one. So I put one back on instead of underwear." Kris blushed, explaining the situation to Kyle. Shivering slightly as the AC in the room combined with his soaked clothing, started to make him feel cold. Kyle didn't reply, instead he turned his attention back to his book. Kris grabbed the pack of underwear next to their bed, and left to meet his dad back out in the main living room. He handed the package to his Dad, who was waiting for his response. "Good, still sealed." Kris felt a little hurt that his dad didn't believe him about not opening it. "Now, go get dried off." "But what about my underwear?" Kris felt like he was going to regret asking that question, but he also wasn't sure what to do now that his dad had the package, and it seemed like he was in trouble for wearing a pull-up. "I'm going to go talk with your mom. If you told the truth about her telling you to wear a diaper, then I'll think about giving you a pair. But... If you lied. You are wearing pull-ups for the rest of today, given you seem to like them so much." Kris felt a lump in his throat. He wanted to argue back, that he hated the pull-ups. But he couldn't. If Mom didn't remember saying what she did, he wouldn't have any leg to stand on. He would have to hope Tammi would vouch for him. But she was downstairs and he would already be in a Pull-up by the time she could confirm his story. "Whatever I hand you while you are in the bathroom is what you'll put on. Understand?" Kevin wasn't going to leave any room for a misunderstanding. he wanted to get this cleared up and move on with their day. He didn't care either way. He hoped that the bed-wetting thing was just a phase, and so were those few daytime accidents. Hoping they were just a one-off accident. But as things progressed, he was beginning to have doubts. Each small thing Kris did just added more and more proof in his mind that Kris just wanted to be treated like a baby again. He'd rather pee himself than use a toilet. "Yes, sir." Kris hoped mom remembered just enough about this morning that she would cover his story. She had to. They weren't allowed to lie. Right? She had to tell him the truth, which meant he was going to be back in underwear. Staying dry last night seemed pointless now, given what happened with the pool. It wouldn't mean anything if he told his dad, given he soaked it in the pool water. Kris left for the bathroom to dry off and get changed into a new set of clothes for the day. *** "Honey... hun." Kevin gently shook his wife on the bed, trying to wake her up. But she was completely out, sound asleep. "Honey, I need to ask you something real quick." Kevin gave her a firmer nudge. He didn't want to wake her up. She had barely gotten any sleep these last few weeks. She was super stressed about the trip and worried for Kris; it turns out her worrying was well warranted. "Huh?.. what is it?" She asked in a sleep daze, barely more awake than she was this morning when interacting with Kris. "Sorry, hun. I just need to know. Did you tell Kris to wear a diaper today?" Kevin hated that he was disturbing her sleep. He hoped that the coffee this morning with the nap would be enough for her to still enjoy the rest of their day at the theme park. "What? No. He only needs those at night. We just... just got... him some underwear... didn't we?" She still had her eyes closed in a squinting expression, trying to concentrate despite being barely awake. "What are we going to do with that boy." Kevin shook his head in disappointment. "He says he doesn't know why he pees his bed, yet he poops himself?" "I... don't know, hun... maybe..." Kim trailed off and fell back to sleep before finishing her thoughts. "Then he goes and wears the dang things during the day, too. It's like he wants to be wearing them, yet complains about it." Kevin hung his head in defeat. He felt he was at a crossroads with no right decisions to make. "I don't know what we are going to do." Kevin looked over at Kim, who was sleeping soundly in bed again. He let out a light sigh and got up from the bed, leaving the room as quietly as he could. Trying to avoid waking her up again. Kevin went to the kid's shared room on the other side of the suite. He saw Kyle lying on one of the beds, reading his book. "Hey, where are your brother's diapers?" Kevin asked Kyle while standing in the door frame of the room. "He needs a new one." *** "Here, you're wearing one of these today." Kevin held the pull-up through a crack in the bathroom door, holding it out for Kris to grab. Kris stared at the pull-up momentarily. He didn't want to put on a new one. Grabbing it would be admitting defeat, that he would be wearing one for likely the rest of the day. He hated that thought, going another complete day without wearing any underwear felt humiliating. He wanted to push it away. To close the door. To demand for underwear. But he knew he couldn't. Doing so would only seal his fate in his dad returning the package of new underwear. If he complied, he at least stood a small chance of getting back into undies before they went to any of the main attractions at the park. Against all of his desires, Kris reached for and grabbed the pull-up from his dad. "If you hurry up, we can still go play some games before we need to head out. After, we check on your sisters." Kevin didn't want to ruin Kris's time at the park. He really hoped Kris would manage to stay dry for the whole day without any accidents. If he wasn't able to, maybe there really was something wrong with him. It's either that, or he likes wearing them, and they were only enabling him.

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OFF STAGE Janis closed her eyes, and keeping them firmly shut, slowly counted to three. She was trapped inside a nightmare, held captive behind the locked door of an insane asylum. She had only one chance to escape, and that was to wake up. Slowly opening her eyes, Janis trembled. Nothing had changed. She was still standing on the plushly carpeted floor of the psych ward. There's no carpeting down on Four, but then we don't have to worry about inmates hurting themselves when they are knocked down while trying to escape … Looking around, Janis registered the deeply stuffed chairs scattered around the room, many of them occupied by members of the staff. Some looked to be hard at work, brows furrowed as they concentrated on writing up reports; others were nursing coffees or chatting quietly with a colleague. No one was wearing a strait jacket. They must keep the patients locked away. How did Professor Grady ever manage to get out? She made eye contact with an orderly. He was tall and muscular, perhaps a football player in high school or college. He'll tackle anyone trying to escape … an open field tackle. “Can I help you”, he asked politely. But his eyes were cool and appraising. “Uh, hi. My name is Janis Marsden. I work down on Four. Marcia Mason sent me up to see Doctor Stevenson.” Janis started to show him the note, but remembering its contents, hastily dropped her hand to her side. She was wearing a dress, and had no pocket within which to conceal it. “Oh, okay,” he said with a warm smile. “Her door is open; just knock, and go on in.” The orderly gestured in the direction of an office off to her left. “Thank you,” she answered politely, as she began walking away. No one else was paying her any attention. “Excuse me,” she said as she stood in the doorway. There were two women in the room, and she recognized one of them from the cafeteria. “I'm looking for Doctor Stevenson.” Janis wanted to run and hide, but there was nowhere to go, and if she tried, they would probably put her in a strait jacket. So, she stood there, as immobile as a statue, the nightmare refusing to let go. “I'm Doctor Stevenson,” Rita said, “and this is my colleague, Doctor Cameron.” Rita casually gestured at Becky. “What can I do for you?” “My name is Janis Marsden,” she repeated. Rita looked at her sharply. “Are you related to Marilyn Marsden?” “My mother,” Janis confessed. At least, it felt like a confession. “Ian's agent,” Rita commented in an aside to her colleague. “She came to terms with Sarah yesterday morning.” “Does Ian know that he has an agent,” Becky asked with a wicked grin. Rita nodded. “He signed off on the deal in the afternoon. Sarah thinks that she will do him a lot of good. I hope so, because his salary is ridiculous. Seventeen thousand a year... what a joke!” “He is only making seventeen thousand dollars?” Janis couldn't believe what she was hearing. “But … but … he's so talented,” she protested, her voice once again trailing off. “Oh, I wholeheartedly agree,” Rita replied. “Now, what brings you to our little corner of the world?” “I'm … uh … one of the sorority girls arrested for stealing diapers. But I also work here … on Four … a … a … a candy striper. Marcia Mason wanted me to come up and see you. She … uh … she wrote a note.” Blushing a deep shade of red, Janis meekly surrendered the note as she dropped her eyes to stare at the floor. Rita looked at her quizzically, then took a look. Rita, this is to introduce Janis Marsden, who is a second shift candy striper in my department. Janis is one of the sorority girls with a thing for stealing diapers, and part of her sentence includes wearing and using them until she graduates. Please outfit her, including baby pants and locking canvas cover. Give three keys to Professor Grady, and give the fourth to Janis, with instructions to leave it on the desk in my office. I am hoping that she will open up to you, and that you have the time to work with her if she does. She is well liked down here, and I want to help her get through this as best I can. Marcia Mason Rita silently passed the note to Becky, who read it in turn. “I'll check on Candy,” Becky remarked as she handed the note back to Rita. Excusing herself to Janis, she left the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. “I'd like you to read this.” Rita passed the note back to Janis. Janis read the note a second time, hoping that she had originally misunderstood its contents. She hadn't. “It's a good thing that you're wearing a dress,” Rita commented, “because you won't leave this ward until you are properly diapered-- and our diapers are very thick and difficult to conceal. If you like to wear pants, you will need to buy some at least one and possibly two sizes larger than what you wear right now.” “I know,” Janis whispered. “I've seen Professor Grady's diapers; he makes no effort to hide them.” She was still staring at the floor. “Janis? I want you to look at me.” Rita's tone was somehow both gentle and stern at the same time. Janis looked up, and to her surprise, found herself looking into eyes that were warm with sympathy. Maybe she wasn't en route to the gallows after all. “If you want to talk to me,” Rita smiled kindly, “I promise to make time for you. But this will have to be your decision.” “Decisions … that poor man.” Janis was thinking about Ian, still trying to process how the Professor could treat them with such kindness after what they had done to him. “You're thinking about Ian?” Rita's voice was very, very soft-- it was one thing for Ian to regard Janis and the others as his daughters, but did Janis somehow see in him a surrogate father? Becky's right … the waters here are treacherous and deep … Janis nodded. “It was just a stupid sorority stunt … the diapers, I mean. And you know what? In the beginning, I didn't want to do it, but now? Now, I'm glad that I did because … you know what? It's the first time in my life that I've done something daring … something reckless. My whole life, I've been the good, little girl who sat quietly at the back of the classroom, politely raising my hand to ask a question, never speaking out of turn. That's no life … that's no life at all! I'm nineteen, and I want more!” “It's funny,” Rita shrugged. “Last night, standing in my dull, dull living room, I had exactly the same thought. The difference is that I'm thirty-four. You are fortunate to have discovered at so early an age what it has taken me another fifteen years to figure out.” “So, you understand where I'm coming from?” There was a hopeful look on Janis' face. It felt like Doctor Stevenson had just thrown her a lifeline when she was about to go under for the third time. “Very much so,” Rita acknowledged. “Janis, I hope that you will seek me out; I think that it would be good for both of us to get together, and just talk.” “I'd like that,” Janis smiled. “I'd like that a lot. I like working here, and the only thing I'm sorry about is disappointing the people I work with. I've been thinking about declaring a major that would make it possible for me to work her full time … after I graduate, I mean.” “We can talk about that as well,” Rita said with a smile of her own. “But for now?” She clapped her hands, signaling that the interview was over. “For now, I'm going to walk you down the hall, gather up what we need, and put you in a diaper-- the first of many. Then, I'll have to adjourn to the conference room for a staff meeting; Professor Grady apparently has a great deal to tell us.” “He does,” Janis confirmed. “That poor man … I worry about him. He's beating himself up, and it's so unfair because there was nothing that he could have done all those months he was in the hospital.” “So you already know what this is all about?” “Uh huh,” Janis shyly replied. Rita looked at her appraisingly, her thoughts again returning to Becky's shrewd assessment of the danger that now surrounded Ian. “You admire him, don't you?” “Uh huh,” Janis said anew. “Well, if you're willing, I'd like you to join us. Your perspective on what he has to say could be very valuable because it will be so different from our own.” “Thank you. I want to help him, Doctor Stevenson.” “Rita. We're not big on titles around here, Janis; they tend to get in the way.” “Thank you. He's suffering, Rita, and it's so unfair. He's so nice … so gentle and kind. Listening to him last night? It felt like my heart was broken, and then someone took a sledgehammer to the pieces. I want this to stop.” “As do we. Now, come on. Let's get you diapered, and then you can join what we call The Circle.” . . . . “Julia!” Harriet jumped up from behind her desk, and all but sprinted to Lullaby's entryway. Grinning hugely, she wrapped her arms around Julia, and hugged her close. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You're a lifesaver! All three of you!” Breaking Harriet's grip, Julia stepped back. “I take it that you've heard the news?” “Saw it on the TV last night. And then Uncle Vinnie called this morning; he says that forty-one girls in that sorority are gonna become our customers. But Julia, we don't have nearly enough adult diapers to service that many new clients! What am I gonna do?” “Well, the first thing that you're going to do is calm down. Hi, Francie!” Julia peeked over Harriet's shoulder, and saw her assistant lurking in the background. “Hello, Missus Canon, and welcome.” Francine mimicked hanging herself with a rope. “We're dying here, and it's a slow death!!” Looking around the office, Julia noted that four different desks were awash in customer files. “Okay, first things, first. I have two bags of Ian's diapers in the trunk-- one clean, the other in urgent need of the hottest temperature and the strongest detergent you can manage. We are talking serious stink here, and I say that as a mom with lots of diaper changing experience in my background. Next, we're going to dispatch a truck to the sorority house, and pick up the diapers recovered there. Bernice Miller, the house mom, wants them out of her dining room tout suite.” “On it,” Francine called out; “just give me the address, and it's done!” Address in hand, Francie rushed out to make the arrangements. “Now,” Julia asked as she once again surveyed the office, mentally trying to get a handle on the hill that now had to be climbed. “What are we dealing with here?” “Chaos,” Harriet shot back; “utter, complete, and total chaos. Customers have been calling in all morning long, and I do mean non-stop. Some want to cancel their service. Others want us to compensate them for being inconvenienced with free deliveries: a week, a month … I've heard the lot. We're being asked for refunds, rebates, credits to account ...” “But on the plus side,” Francine cut in as she returned to her desk, “we're also fielding a lot of new orders from mothers who didn't even know the Twin Cities had a diaper delivery service.” “And then there's Emmett Bailey,” Harriet moaned. “Julia, can you imagine it? He wants to come out here and interview us! An insider's look at the diaper service industry, he calls it, and the free publicity would be worth its weight in gold, but ...” “But you think he's got an angle,” Julia grinned; “maybe wants to do a ride along with whoever is going to be doing the pick up and drop off at the sorority house? Maybe snag an interview with a heavily diapered sorority girl or two?” “Exactly! I mean, publicity is one thing, but I don't want us to pile on. Those girls are in enough trouble as it is. Can you imagine what their parents are going to do? Twenty five hundred dollar fines! That's a lot of money!” “Bailey's easy. Call your uncle, and lay it out for him. I'm guessing that he won't want the press to come crawling around one of his businesses. Letting him decide gets you off the hook.” “Now,” Julia declared as she clapped her hands, “with regard to your forty-one new adult clients, here's where we stand. Ian had them ferried over to the hospital, where they are being interviewed with an eye to doing community service as candy stripers. If they're accepted, the charge nurses to whom they'll be assigned will be locking them into those monster diapers that Ian wears ...” “For how long?” Francine was shrieking with laughter. “Until they graduate. But this is just a makeshift arrangement. Ian is putting your uncle in touch with the hospital's purchasing agent, so you need to figure out how much additional inventory you'll need. If each girl goes through thirty-five diapers a week, that's almost fifteen hundred additional units.” “We need to lay our hands on one of these diapers ASAP,” Francine declared. Harriet nodded in agreement. “Do we have enough washer and dryer capacity on the floor to handle the load, or do we need to install new equipment? New equipment means amending our Special Use Permit, a sit down with the city inspector, giving a presentation to the city council … AND MORE PAPERWORK!!! I HATE PAPERWORK!!” “And I hate stakeouts,” Julia laughed. “I swear, the next time I have to freeze my butt off in some high school parking lot, I'm going to be wearing one of your diapers! Just tell me where to find some of those cute baby pants that Ian wears over his!” “Would you like pink with ruffles,” Francine queried, her eyes full of merriment. “Just the thing,” Julia crowed. “And they'd really turn my husband on!” “Well, let me give you directions to a shop in the northern suburbs called Fantasy Island. If Jessica is there, tell her that Francine sent you. You'll get a discount.” “All right … give. What's this all about?” “Quite a few of our adult customers are men in their twenties and thirties … even a few in their forties. Either they have a diaper fetish, or they are what is known in certain circles as adult babies.” Francine and Harriet grinned knowingly. Francine had dated one such customer-- a sort of trial run to determine whether she would be interested in a D/s relationship. “Adult babies?” Julia couldn't wrap her head around the concept. “Yeah … guys who want to be forced to wear and use diapers, drink from baby bottles, suck on pacifiers, eat baby food … the whole nine yards.” “Are you sure? I mean, Priscilla changes Ian's diapers … bottle feeds him with breast milk, no less … and he's definitely no adult baby. It's therapy!” “Therapy works.” Francine's grin had turned malicious. “But offer him a pink pacifier, and see what happens.” “Francie and I have different takes on Ian,” Harriet elaborated. “I think that he's a man's man, whereas she insists that there's a little baby girl in there who's just aching to come out and play with her mommy.” “Hmm.” Julia had a thoughtful look on her face. “Maybe I'll run this by Priscilla … or maybe I'll sit on it to await the day when I'm taking care of Ian … changing his diaper and bottle feeding him. You're right: a pacifier would be a huge tell!” “Is this in the offing?” Francine found the idea of changing Ian's diaper and nursing him at her breast incredibly exciting. A D/s relationship with Professor Ian Grady was something that any woman with an ounce of imagination would jump at. “My husband certainly thinks so,” Julia giggled. “And I detect a certain amount of jealousy there. A much younger man, who is making my daughter very, very happy ...” “SHE'S SLEEPING WITH HIM?” Harriet was stunned. “Good for Ian,” Francine clapped. “I keep telling you, Harry-- not all babies are equal!” “But he's engaged to that nurse at the hospital! How ...” “Priscilla is joining her household. Sarah will now have to share her husband to be with, count 'em, three other women! He's going to be busy!” “Especially if they all want babies of their own!” Francine found the whole saga hilarious in the extreme. “Yeah.” Julia's tone changed abruptly. “But there's a shadow hanging over everything. Last night, at the sorority house, he begged the girls to stand by one another … to think of themselves as a family. He wanted them to try and imagine what it feels like to have a wife, and to learn that she's been murdered because he wasn't there to protect her ...” “And to have a daughter,” she whispered, “a little baby girl … taken away because he wasn't there to keep her safe … missing all these years ...” “Oh, no.” Harriet was shaking her head, her stomach knotting. “Oh, no … oh, no ...” Appalled, Francine had visibly paled. “He's one of a very special breed,” Julia marveled. “The kind of man who will charge the machine gun without hesitation because he understands that retreat is not an option. Will I try and comfort him if the need should arise? Twenty-fours hours ago, I would have said 'no' without even thinking about it. But this morning? Knowing what I now know?” Julia looked at them both, and there was steel in her glance. “In a heartbeat.” . . . . Deep in thought, fingers drumming on her desktop, Suzie Marshall was a general preparing for war. The battlefield was well marked, the enemy visible in the distance. It was time, she thought, to line up her soldiers, and charge the barricades. Her opposite number was Dean Willard Turgeson, a pantywaist whom she had defeated in many a previous engagement. But he was a mere lieutenant; the enemy command lurked beyond the horizon, in the offices of academic vice-presidents and, ultimately, in the office of the university president. The current occupant was to the manor born, a shallow, weak-minded heir to one of the state's great industrial fortunes. His one talent was to glad hand the donor class, alumnae who dreamed in turn of gleaming towers and athletic arenas carrying their names into the distant future, into the world of their grandchildren and beyond. The objectives of this particular campaign were twofold. The first was to prevent ZAP from losing its charter, which could only be revoked by the National Board. But there was only one finger on this particular trigger to worry about, and that was the Dean's. If he decided to act, and attached a cover letter to the police report, Bernice Miller would be out of a job. Suzie's fingers quickened their pace. Walt Mischof was the proverbial good guy, and everybody on campus who was anybody was waiting for the big lunk to ask Bernice out on a real date. It was obvious to all and sundry that they were attracted to one another-- well, obvious to everyone except Walt and Bernice. And besides, Walt was so damned honest that it would never occur to him to tone down his report anyway. Nope, there was no help coming from that direction. Blackmail or intimidation, Suzie mentally conceded. Blackmail or intimidation … It would be easy to spread rumors about the Dean's pathetic little dicklet, which she knew from her scalp hunting days didn't quite reach two inches in length when fully erect. She could even spice things up a bit … insinuate that the only way she had been able to get him off involved a massive dildo and his rear end. She still had the dildo, safely locked away in a bedroom dresser drawer. And then there were the photographs. You couldn't claim a scalp unless you had the proof. She had claimed Willard Turgeson, all right, but she had kept the really nasty photos to herself. But you can only play the ace up your sleeve once, and I've always held it in reserve against the day when it's our charter that's on the line … Suzie opened her address book, picked up the phone, and started making the rounds. The house moms and dads would all rally round, and when it came to irritating this or any other Dean, some of her friends could be quite creative indeed. And besides, Wendy Stafford, her first year bedwetting Legacy, had come up with a brilliant idea, and the sooner Suzie tested these particular waters, the better. Wendy had volunteered to leave PISS for ZAP, where her nighttime diapers would now let her fit right in, and she had suggested that girls in the other houses with wetting issues might follow her lead if given the chance. This would balance out some or all of the financial loss that ZAP would suffer when eleven of its members abandoned ship. But Suzie wanted to take Wendy's idea one step farther: if she lost Wendy, she would happily take a refugee from ZAP in exchange. It would be a win-win for both houses. The second challenge awaiting her was going to be infinitely more difficult to tackle. If the student body and faculty learned that there was a CIA agent in their midst, the anti-war crowd would respond with sit-ins and demonstrations, demanding his expulsion from their hallowed, anti-imperialist turf. A president who shunned bad publicity might opt to give the mob what they wanted, and a first year professor without tenure was easily sacrificed. Idly, Suzie wondered what would happen if she phoned the Central Intelligence Agency, and asked to speak with Ian's boss.

Happy Birthday story! Should say happy birthday to us. We got the present. great chapter. However, I really think this trip to the mall was a big mistake. It appears some of the girls didn’t want to take things seriously enough and that’s causing some big problems. I hope Nikki isn’t distracted enough saving one girl while Carly and Beth are targeted. I think Carly can take care of herself but again she could be in danger trying to help out others. I am really looking forward to finding out how this works out.

I was 4'9", and weighed 64lbs which most people don't believe since I'm now just over 6'.

How tall were you? I was 4’3 going in to 9th grade…

It has not been mentioned recently, is Darlene still using Laurisia’s ap on his phone? Could that be causing the mental breakdown?

Is there any hard data to support this implied decline? I'm not arguing, I just don't now. If I accept the assumption as a thought-experiment, sometimes I wonder if the “open” format of DD (whereby posts are accessible to any user, registered or not) encourages an asymmetrical user-base skewed towards anonymous guests (aka “lurkers”) over time. It’s registered users who incur the sovereign risk of doxing etc by placing their cyber-heads above the rampart even if it IS behind a pseudonym but the incentive to BECOME a registered user is eroded by the ability of un-validated guest users to access the content anyway. Of course those unregistered guest users cannot actively participate in the forum. Over time, the forum becomes predominately one of anonymous, non-posting users because it’s the easiest thing to do. That’s just a thought bubble though. Or were you specifically referring to the "IC Desires" sub-forum?

Has anyone ever started out wearing just for fun but then actually became Incon because of it ?

Sorry you're having a difficult day. My anxiety is more constant than 'attacks" but not as bad as I know attacks can be. We did have a scare today, when Mom couldn't find her military ID or insurance card at the doctor's office, but they were at home in her "winter purse." My year-round wallet doesn't understand lol

Everything is showing for me!

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Yep. This has 100% been my experience. Exactly this for me. The only conclusion I can reach on the available evidence is that with general weakening of the pelvic floor, whilst (ironically) ones superfluous urinary continence remains intact, the bomb bay doors become prone to springing open suddenly when under the stress of battle-condition turbulence 😆 One of these days I should write a real "5 year guide" as opposed to the more fanciful "12 month guide" floating around...

I’m glad it touched you, definitely why I felt I needed to post

This is one of those things where I made the mistake of holding my pee as long as possible, hoping to pee my pants. I could drink a mega-big gulp (back when I could drink a mega-Big Gulp) and just end up with a painful bladder In fact, it took me forever to pee and I had to stand at the toilet. It wasn't coming out unless I made myself pee. The way I see it, I've trained my body to pee when there is a slight urge. If you think of your body as a military unit. Once the unit is potty trained, the bladder won't released its payload unless there is command and an appropriate vessel to receive the payload. The first step to override the safety mechanism and let the bladder release when the isn't a toilet/tree nearby. Then you give the bladder more autonomy to release it's payload without the go ahead from the CO (Brain). Most of the time, my bladder will give an FYI to my brain before releasing it's payload. Which is just enough warning for my brain to send a "Cease." Once the stop command comes, the bladder is usually a good soldier. Sometimes the payload is already leaving the chamber before the CO has received the request. When that happens, the CO gives the thumbs up, and sometimes even praises the brain to do it again. I don't know if that allegory helped you, but it explains how it works for me. My advice is to pee all the time. I set a timer for 15 minutes and tried to pee in my diaper every 15 minutes. If keep seeking permission from your boss to do a menial task, eventually the boss will demand that you stop asking permission and just do it.

I enjoy following @oznland @Little Sherri's person accounts of sustained padded living as people a little further down the baby pants path then myself. I've been off and on in diapers for years and pretty well 24/7 since the plague of 2020. I have all the daytime continence i started with but at night i am firmly in the "slipping" into bed wetting category. While I have no interest in number 2 incontinence I live alone and do enjoy a loaded diaper when I can and its fully under my own power. Since going full time back in nappies i've noticed a not-to- often but still an uptick in genuine unplanned messing resulting in eating something that didn't agree with me. Another time I had a bout of stomach flu. While thankfully these events don't happen often, I can't help but think its related to deciding to functionally pee my pants by choice.

Wish I was that size! We shall see what the words say on Friday! 😈 This does seem a little fast to let you off the hook... 🤔 🤣 Thanks! Careful, I think Carly might have something to say about that!😉 There have been some similar types of stories written, but I don't think anyone has done a DD specific story. Personalias has several that are close (all are on SubscribeStar). I could see using that as a side story at some point - I agree, could be interesting. Thanks for the comments everyone! 🙂

Rocking Kayla, Catherine continued hold the bottle, until it was empty and continued cooed gently to Kayla and motherly wipe, milk paths with soft burp cloth. “Now you are well-fed babygirl. But there is one more thing, to do before you go play,” - Catherine said and kissed Kayla on the nose. Placing Kayla's head on her shoulder, Catherine began to lightly pat Kayla on the back: "Make a good burpy to mommy, babygirl." After Kayla burped, Catherine carried Kayla to the playpen and sat her there. “Now play, little Kay-Kay, and God forbid, I see you standing on your feet or getting out of here... Last spanking, that was a sweet treat, compared to what I will do to you. Your dolly and the rabbit are bored, I want to hear how you play, until I come for you, okay? Get to work,” - Catherine said sternly and put a pacifier in Kayla’s mouth.

I wear 24/7 but have a fairly inactive life. I do soak them quite heavily and have had the contain messy accidents. If you are getting holes in the same location, check the inside of your pants, to make sure there isn't a seam or something rubbing at that spot. I've had that happen before.

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"Yes, Mama. 'izza! 'izza! I gonna have some 'izza"

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It's good to see that you don't want to rewrite the same old, same old, but at the same time your last point gets to the heart of it. Without conflict, the story lacks the tension that speeds the narrative on its way. The threat is that you are going to end up with a fanciful product endorsement, and not a story. This strikes me as a good place to start: how do I write a story that is not merely descriptive of a given reality if the protagonists are all on the same page and willingly in the same boat?