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Cousin Emmy was an alternate universe. I guess it is the same here, don't about the laws there tho. He is adult now, but the police should be a thing still. @ElfyI really hope there will be potty training elements in this story. In my opinion that was the peak of the cousin story.

Her sleep wasn't comfortable but she was definitely more alert . and as she became alert as they got close to their stop she felt her stomach rumble. She realized she hadn't ate. She had idea what time it was nor how long this interview would take. She hoped there would be something nearby for them to eat. But as she stretched she suddenly remembered wetting the pullup. he just say something about changing. but i want food. She looked around as saw the mostly empty landscape as they got closer to the destination a few more buildings appear but it was clearly a small town. He wants to work all the way out here this would be so boring. hopefully theres something to eat nearby i'm starving. "How much further i'm hungry." she says watching larry still looking at paperwork.

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"That's good, Sweetie. Let's get going. We're almost home" She walks him out to the car with the rest of the family, and she takes his shorts off and straps him into his car seat. Bryce sits in the middle this time. Mommy takes Benny's tablet out of his bag and puts on an episode of Sesame Street for him

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Well that was certainly fun. Feels so short, but in another way it feels just right.

Hey everyone! Sorry for the late posting, but family birthday celebrations and getting sick right after does not make for the best of editing mindsets. For perspective, I wrote the final little bit of this chapter last night, and despite being only about three paragraphs long, it took me almost 40 minutes. Oh well, but the nice thing is that due to a few plans being pushed or cancelled, I should be able to pop out several more chapters in a row. If everything goes how I want it to, this story should be complete by next week sometime. And for those wondering or just reading about the Diaper Dimension, just to clarify, in the DD, it’s often canon for Bigs to go a little crazy with their Littles once they begin to bond with them. Breastfeeding only speeds this process up, and I know most of my caregivers have been nice to their Littles in past stories, but they are usually the exception to the rule. So, before anyone goes to think that Nancy was replaced with a robot or something like that, she was a good person, but bonding with Emma has brought out her more negative personality. I clarify about a few things in this chapter and the next few, so just keep reading and questions will be answered. Next, as a reminder, I’m now polling between two stories to figure out what I should write next. The two choices are listed out in chapter 2, so be sure to check them out and let me know. As I will announce my winner in my last chapter, that would be the deadline for you to make your opinion known. As usual, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 11: Life Can Be Both Terrible and Fun Sometimes A battle had begun in the one place that was supposed to be safe. After so long fighting with mainly Nurse Bee, she was now gone, and Nancy had resorted to other methods to fill in the gaps of her absence. The ‘Tanassum’ crate had contained enough FOY to last up to a year and my nightly absorption of the lighthouse all took its toll on me. If it wasn’t for my renewed progress at the daycare, I had no doubt that I would have ended up back in the Burrows room once more by now. So, yes, I was at least grateful that I wasn’t locked-in as I once was, but now, my progress seemed to yo-yo based on the time of day. In the late nights and early mornings, I was losing progress. Concepts became simpler and lessons just learned seemed to vanish in a puff. During the day though, I surged ahead and struggled to relearn and hold onto what I could. It was exhausting, but I knew I just couldn’t give up. Not now after I had been through so much already. Maybe ten years ago, I probably would have just sunk into the muck of the fate that Nancy now clearly wanted for me. I knew it was her hormones playing havoc with her personality on one level, but that existence didn’t appeal to me whatsoever. So fortunately for me, in recent years with movements like the pro-Little societies cropping up everywhere, more Bigs were becoming amenable to keeping Littles safe. And, while nothing is a guarantee in this society, I felt that Nancy was pushing her luck with how she was treating me. I felt that it was just a matter of time until something happened to change my life, but until then, I just had to endure the cycle. Being Sunday, the weekend cycle was much worse than those days when I went to daycare. There was no reprieve for me or surge of my faculties. From Friday afternoon to Monday morning, it was all FOY shots, lighthouse trances, and Nancy’s little games with me. The games had begun when Nurse Bee was around, but Nancy had amped them to a completely different level now. Anything I did was scrutinized and either praised or punished, accumulating or being doled out right on the spot. Sometimes this meant that I could receive a treat or a massive spanking at night, but both boiled down to just how much of a Little I acted like. It didn’t take long for me to try and emulate being the best Little I could around her, whether I liked it or not. “Morning, baby,” Nancy said deceptively sweetly as she flicked on my nursery lights and came over to me. Her tone was very sweet, it always was in the mornings lately, but I knew by now it was only that way due to her satisfaction that she knew that now would likely be the time I was most regressed for the whole day. As a result of the lighthouse and some lingering effects from nursing from her the previous night, all I really could manage to say back, was “Na-eee,” in my attempt to call out her name and just proceed with the day. She knew what I was trying to say, but she wanted to milk my current state for all it was worth. “Oh? I didn’t quite catch that, honey. I think someone’s just a little too little right now to form any big girl words, huh? Oh well! Mommy’s got you, baby. Let mommy fix everything, okay?” I remained motionless and silent as Nancy soon picked me up and hauled me over to the changing table. Nancy referring to herself as my ‘mommy’ only occurred in private, but it still bugged me. There was a reason she kept that type of name private as technically, she was still only my caregiver based on state law. She hadn’t adopted me, and with some of the new laws, portal Littles couldn’t be immediately adopted anymore. I still had to be under her care for another month at least until something like that occurred. So, until then, she should have just referred to herself as ‘Nancy’ to me. As I was laid down on the changing table and Nancy began to undo my sleeper from last night to get at my likely heavily soiled diaper, I knew the only exception to the general ‘mommy rule’ was if I referred to her as such, as Nancy referring to herself as my ‘mommy’ was considered a breach of consent. Even in this messed up society, consent was getting to be an important notion for factors like that. So, as such, a regressed Little commenting themselves over the title of their caregiver was just seen as cute. “Oh my!” Nancy exclaimed as she began to peel back the layer of my onesie to reveal my diaper underneath. “Someone’s got a smelly tushie. Yes they do! Yes they do!” I squirmed in discomfort over the notion of my once again heavily soiled diaper. Our nightly nursing sessions had essentially pulverized any hope I had of ever getting out of diapers again by now, and part of me had even accepted that, but I still hated how Nancy always made sure to emphasize it. She then patted my butt, and I could just make out the squish down there. “Ooh! Someone made a big old messy for mommy to clean up. I bet you can’t even really feel that though anymore, can you? Can you even smell it anymore?” She grinned and knew full-well that I couldn’t anymore. It didn’t even take long, but when one’s diaper is nearly constantly wet and those types of smells just become your everyday world, one has very little choice but to get used to them. “I’ll take that as a no, huh? Just like a little baby…” I squirmed in hatred of the woman above me and just willed the time away as she proceeded to change my diaper. It was so strange how I once held her in such esteem, and her hormones causing the change or not, I knew she had crossed a line a long time ago. I doubted that I ever really could forgive her for still trying to turn me back to how I used to be. Regardless, some quick wipes and Nancy soon popped me over to the bath. I could at least feel my limbs and neurons firing back again, so I wasn’t fearful of drowning like I used to be but being so naked and scrubbed thoroughly by Nancy with my bath, it was still one of my least favorite activities. I think by now I would probably kill someone or eat the vilest of mush in exchange if I could just be able to luxuriate during a bath once more in life. Instead, I was stuck with the rough-scrubbing Nancy who made sure to still comment on my helplessness and babyish lifestyle every chance she could. Still, the moment was soon over, and after a quick rediapering back in my nursery, Nancy selected out a multi-colored checkered summer dress that barely went down to my knees. Between the high waist and billowing shorter hem of the dress, I knew full well that it would practically be a miracle if I didn’t flash my diapers off at least once today. My only consolation with the outfit though was the frilled straps at the top and the small white sandals she then attached to my feet. Being a Sunday, I knew the park was a guaranteed trip and I knew that I at least wouldn’t be sweating all day. With a little peck on my forehead, Nancy then picked me up and carried me downstairs to my awaiting highchair for breakfast. Of all her new little habits with me at home, this was actually one I didn’t mind too much. When I was just walking about normally, the stairs were a pain, but doable. Now, with my less than stellar coordination and balance plus the addition of my thick diaper, the stairs were one difficulty that I was just happy to avoid now in my life. And that’s I think why all this rubbed me the wrong way. See, my time in this dimension had a severe and profound impact on my life. Whether I wanted it originally or not, I knew that things would never be the same. My attention span had definitely dropped, my reading ability was still subpar, and my potty training… well, there was none. So, I knew I needed help in my life now, but Nancy didn’t want to help me. I mean I guess on one level she did, but she more wanted to control or dominate me now. If she only assisted me in life and occasionally held my hand when I got scared, I would be okay with that type of existence, but scenes like the one at breakfast showed me that she just wanted more power over me. “Open wide, baby. Let Mommy feed you your num-nums this morning,” she tempted me as she waved the purple rubbed coated spoon in front of me, now loaded with a heaping of peach and spinach. The peach addition made it bearable, but Nancy’s baby talk to me made this one of the low points in my day. On the other hand, I knew if I didn’t comply, my bottom would soon find itself red and blistered from even the guaranteed spanking that would follow. Not seeing any other option, I opened my mouth to accept the revolting mush that was my breakfast. “Oh, that’s it. Someone wants to be mommy’ best behaved little girl, huh?” She scooped inside the jar again. “Now, open up for mommy again, baby.” I complied with her demands again, and so the routine went. She would command and I would obey. For someone like the new Nancy, this power dynamic seemed to almost thrill her to no end. For me, it was torture, but for her, it was a game. Often, she would even ‘accidentally’ miss my mouth and smear it with the goop or have it land back down on my now ever-present bib. “All done!” Nancy finally announced as I swallowed the last of the revolting mixture. She then produced a baby wipe and roughly removed the remaining residue over my mouth. “Stop squirming Emma, or should I get Mister Spanky out again?” she asked, her eyes quickly turning fiery, using her name for ‘big sting.’ Not wanting to give her another excuse to punish me, I quickly shook my head and then remained absolutely still. Nancy smiled back wickedly. “That’s a good girl for mommy. Isn’t it just so much easier to do what I say?” I didn’t say a word, but in my head, I just wanted to fight back with all I had. I wanted to leave Nancy for good by now, but for the life of me, I didn’t know how. So, as a result, any hope of escape or transfer to another caregiver was fading a little more with each passing day. My stomach soon wretched as it digested the mush that had been deposited there. Nancy picked me up and plopped me in the baby bouncer she had erected in the family room for me. I could toddle around inside it, but I absolutely hated how my diaper rode up right where I didn’t want it to. Nancy turned on the TV and then looked back at me. “Okay, baby. You finish this bottle and watch your show while mommy goes and eats and cleans in the kitchen. Just cry if you need anything.” Not expecting a response and likely even hoping that I would cry for her, she left the bottle in front of me and retreated back to the kitchen. I quickly began to down the milky substance before me. Despite the mixture being presented in a baby bottle, I eagerly took it to wash down all the filth that remained in mouth. The grainy texture and odd combination of the baby food from my breakfast was a lot to take in at once, but the bottle, filled with who knows what, was at least a tiny reprieve. My stomach soon bloated, and I knew that my currently at least relatively clean diaper wouldn’t last much longer. A short time later, Nancy was finished in the kitchen, and I was done with my bottle. As she prepared for our traditional outing to the park, where Nancy would meet with some of the other strict caregivers she had met since her new persona had emerged, I sat back and watched more of Princess Poppy. Now, I was at least glad I could follow the story plots more than I once did. Before my shot at the zoo, I would only understand about half of it, and my attention would quickly deviate. Lately, it had been one of my few mercies here at home away from Nancy where I could just forget all my troubles, even if only for a moment. “Okay, baby. Daylight is wasting! Come on!” In seconds, Nancy plucked me out of my bouncer and placed me in my new stroller before heading outside. She had purchased the contraption after I started moving around more. Before, she was often too busy, and I was too immobile to really go outside safely. Now, she wanted to show me off to the other caregivers at the park. Since I got freedom out of it, I never put up a fuss, despite the infantile look that Nancy had heaped upon me within moments. Arriving at the park, Nancy unstrapped me and let me run about a little bit. I wasn’t exactly sure of her plan today, but as my bowels clenched and I dropped on all fours, that wasn’t the case anymore. Her plan was simple but effective as my diaper soon sagged and ballooned outward as I messed myself helplessly. Sadly, while before I would have whimpered or even cried, I knew I had no control whatsoever now, so dirtying my diapers was just part of my routine now. I just braced for the embarrassment I knew was sure to come. “Awww, look at that. Babygirl’s makin’ a messy right in her diapie,” Nancy cooed at me as she looked on with a look of absolute glee. She had to clean me up and that was always a nice consolation, but once again, I knew she wouldn’t afford me any dignity in it either as I saw her set the changing mat right on top of the picnic table. As I finished and Nancy soon retrieved me from the ground, I thought back to all the times I once protested this type of treatment. While I always detested the changing stalls, they at least afforded me some privacy. Being out here in the open, I knew that anyone watching would forever identify me as a helpless baby. I guess to some extent I was now, but privacy was something my at least somewhat adult mind still craved. It was one of the few things that I gained back after the shot from Omega Force that I had not enjoyed. A flip up of my short dress and the scritching of the tapes on my diapers was my cue to shut my eyes and just block everything out. Nancy would try to take every opportunity to clean me up and humiliate me as much as possible while she changed my diaper. Closing my eyes though got everything done relatively quickly. If they were open however, Nancy was sure to show me my previously loaded diaper and belittle me as nothing but a baby with her evidence prominently displayed before me. I didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. “Oh! What a big load you deposited!” Nancy exclaimed as she unfolded my diaper down and lifted my legs high to begin the wiping process. Closing my eyes prevented some humiliation, but Nancy’s persistence still shone through more often than I would like. “Such a smelly, smelly little baby I have on my hands. Good thing I got these extra absorbent diapers for you, huh?” I didn’t respond back, and by now, I knew that Nancy didn’t expect me to either. It was almost a bargain between us of sorts, and it was one I respected to the letter. Less interactions with her meant less ammo she could use on me later if I ever made a mistake or broke one of her numerous rules. Still, her heavy use of creams and baby powders didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I just endured it all as she soon wrapped me back up in a thick diaper and helped me sit up. I opened my eyes and was just thankful a crowd hadn’t gathered around this week. Last Sunday, I couldn’t say the same, but from the group of Bigs I had seen Nancy with last week, that possibility had only been a near miss as they were approaching once more. I wondered if Nancy was disappointed that she couldn’t humiliate me in that way this week. It was a small victory to disrupt her likely plans, but it was still something for my fragile mind to hold onto in this world. Sensing the others coming over and the likelihood of them making my life difficult, I knew I had to take my shot in escaping first. “Nancy? Can I go expwowin?” Nancy looked up from her reorganization of my pink diaper bag and gave me a look that almost seemed to scream ‘no.’ Determined though, I added, “It’ll jus’ be neawby. I pwomise.” Nancy sighed but ultimately nodded her head. “Okay, baby. Not too far. Don’t go beyond the playground on one side or the hill on the other. Got it?” I quickly nodded in acceptance of the nice but relatively small area she had give me to work with today. She then helped me off the picnic table, but before I could toddle off and to my freedom, Nancy grasped my shoulder and spun me back around to face her. “No wondering off, Emma. I mean it. Don’t tempt my patience today if you know what’s good for your bum tonight.” I quickly nodded and just as her friends arrived, she smiled and let me go. It was just in the nick of time too as I saw many of the pro-Big women begin to gather around and gossip with Nancy. “Oh my! Did the little miss dirty her britches?” “I don’t understand why you let her run off like that. Immobile Littles are so much better!” “Ever think of taking her to the doctor and getting a few modifications done? I’ve heard it’s all the rage now in Atlanta!” Each of their comments froze me to my core. Seeing their Littles one day was enough to send anyone into a depression of their own. Having been here for years under their sadistic rule, most, if not all, were heavily scarred and mentally regressed. If any of them knew their names, I would have been surprised. So, wanting to stay as far or as out of sight of them as I could, I soon ducked behind some bushes. “Emma…” I spun around and tried to look for the source of where the faint, but clear, noise had come from. For a moment, I thought I was going crazy, but I heard it again. “Emma… go in the bushes, Emma… Don’t worry about Nancy, Emma… Follow my voice.” Okay, now before this world, I would have either been adamantly against going or just straight up run away from something like that happening to me. In a world of seemingly magical stuffy’s, adults being treated like babies, and portal travel though, my imagination and trust of the unexplained or odd was never higher. So, curious, I followed the voice a little more until I came to a different bush a little closer to the playground this time. I then parted some of the branches in front of me and walked into the bush. Inside was cramped for a moment, but to my surprise, the untangled space of the interior soon grew bigger to the point where I could have probably almost stood up. Instead, two clusters of odd-looking leaves and twigs turned around. “Hello, Emma. How are you today?” “Bree!” I shouted in relief over seeing the commander of Omega Force once again. I felt I owed her everything in gaining my mind and many of my abilities back in such a short period of time. The daycare would have eventually worked, but their shot gave me the edge I had needed over Nancy’s sinister plans for me now. “It’s good to see you again, Emma,” she said smiling at me, her camo outfit slightly rustling in the breeze passing through the bush right then. “I see you’ve taken well to our shot… though… maybe not as well as we might have hoped you would have by now.” “All in the clear, ma’am” Martinez noted behind her. He too wore a complete camo suit as he listened in on his radio and used a camera clearly perched above the bush likely to keep an eye on other Bigs and even Nancy for me. “Thank you, Martinez.” She then turned back to me. “So, what’s happening? Can you report anything since we last met?” I nodded and explained everything about what had happened since the zoo. “… an’ Nancy has jus’ been getting’ mo’ nasty to me evuh since Nuwse Bee lef’ an’ then gave her the dwugs.” “Hmmm…” Bree mused. “Our reports said the same, but do you remember the drug she gave to Nancy, and that I’m assuming is now being given to you?” I nodded again. “Yes. Ih was FOY.” I could tell that Bree instantly recognized the name. “I’m sorry to hear that. That stuff is nasty to any Little taking it. Very potent and even a street drug in some forms. I honestly think it’s a minor miracle you haven’t gone permanently over the edge if she’s really injecting you with it every night… and you said nursing as well?” I nodded. “Geez. You must be very tough or have a guardian in your corner somewhere to have been so resistant to all that muck.” I thought back to my magical stuffy, Patch. I knew he had to be behind my near miraculous continued recovery since Nancy had begun her evil work on me. I couldn’t prove it and every time I told someone about him, they just laughed. So, I just stopped telling people directly or even caring about the why at this point. I really just cared that it still happened and kept me sane against what Nancy was doing to me. As long as Patch remained my stuffy at daycare, I felt I was still at least somewhat safe. “And you said earlier that you weren’t sure where Nurse Bee had gone off to?” Bree asked after a moment fo entering a few things into the computer on her wrist. I nodded. “Yeah… jus’ some pwace called Jimbo? Jingles? Juvenile?” My memory was still spotty in places unfortunately. “Wait,” Bree stopped me in mid-sentence. “Do you mean Juventas?” I quickly nodded and Bree’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful, Emma. That’s good work. Very helpful for our other branches to track her down.” I felt so happy to be receiving praise for once outside of the daycare lately. I used to get new compliments and praise all the time from Nancy, but that hadn’t happened in so long unless I had done something particularly babyish. It was still better than her alternative attitude toward me, but not by much, especially when one of those instances was me helplessly going potty in my diaper. “Boss…” Martinez started up, while still watching the little device in front of them. “Nancy has started to look around. I don’t think we have very long.” Bree nodded at her communications specialist and then turned back to me. “I know all this is difficult Emma, but I just want you to hold on. We’re trying to see if we can find a way all around this where we can get you safely out from Nancy at this point, but we keep hitting some roadblocks.” I sighed, but it was still some bit of hope. “Danks fo’ at weas twyin’.” Bree smiled and rubbed my shoulder. “I know all this must be challenging to deal with, and it’s even harder now that Nancy is in her Big psychosis state of mind,” she explained. “It’s not recognized officially yet, but Bigs hormones can go crazy after they bond with their chosen Little. It can radically change their personality, and while some become only kinder and more caring, others can become stricter and more controlling. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you which Nancy has become…” Sadly, no, she did not. Bree then shifted and I could tell that her and Martinez soon had to leave. “You’re doing good work for us, Emma. We’ll work the problem on our end and find you a way out of this if we can.” I wanted to remain strong in front of her, a fellow Little who even pust most Bigs to shame, but it was hard considering Nancy’s strong negative influence in my life. “Iss jus’ weally, weally hawd. I wan’ to be stwong, buh… I jus’ don’ dink dewe’s a way ou’ anymo’…” Bree smiled sympathetically and rubbed my shoulder again. “Have some faith, Emma. There’s always a way out with these things given enough time, but you need to stay strong until then, okay? Can you do that for me?” It took everything I had, but I eventually nodded. “Emma! Emma! Where are you?” I heard Nancy shout angrily from nearby outside the bushes. I turned to see what was happening to see if she was close by but when I looked back at Bree and Martinez, both had vanished into the wild once more. Now determined to be seen again to possibly prevent a future spanking, I crawled out of the bush again. Curiously, there was a ball in the bush that hadn’t been there before. ‘I wonder… did Bree give me this?’ I shrugged my shoulders and soon emerged on the other side with it tightly clutched in one of my hands. Nancy was frantically looking around and soon spotted me. “And just what do you think you’re doing, huh? I couldn’t find you!” She then grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “I asked you a question, Emma. Where were you?” My legs trembled, but still holding the ball I had found, I lifted it up to show her my alibi. “My baw… it wolled away…” I tried to make myself look as innocent as possible, and while at first, I wasn’t sure if my ploy was even going to work, Nancy soon backed off. “Hmmm… I’ll give you a strike one for that instead of punishing you today. You better ask me before you disappear again, or you’ll be in a world of hurt. Got it?” I quickly nodded my head before she let me go and walked back off to her cheering and smiling Big friends. Each had seen what had just happened and each seemed proud of Nancy for how she handled it all. ‘Monsters…’ I then walked off and sighed. I wanted to fight back and tell her that she was being ridiculous, but I had quickly learned that was about the second biggest mistake I could have made, beyond running away from home. Any fight in me that Nancy saw was always sure to be smothered out in the most brutal of spankings when I got home. So, determined not to get any more strikes today, I toddled over to the swings and sat down. I wasn’t alone however, for very long. “Heyya. You o’ay?” a Little asked as he sat down next to me. His dark hair and green eyes were very striking, and his tannish white bunny was also very distinctive. I had seen him in daycare before, but he was considered one of the more leveled-out Littles now and had been assigned to the Oasis room with the others like that. I really could only nod my head, but he seemed deadest on trying to help me. “Imma Chawwee… I seen you befo’ at daycaeh.” He then extended his hand out that wasn’t holding tightly onto his large stuffed bunny. I nodded and shook his hand. “Emma. I seen you awoun’ befo’ as well…” We then started to talk for a while, but not long after, the woman Big I had usually seen him with came right over, smiling the whole way. Unlike Nancy now, she was dressed a little more plainly, but there was an intelligence and kindness in her eyes that was unmistakably that clearly marked her as a bonded Big with Charley. From what Bree had told me though, I felt absolutely confident in saying her bonding had manifested the kinder and more caring version though. “Heya Charley,” she said cheerily to her Little. “You and Hop make a new friend today?” Charley nodded enthusiastically and I felt good knowing I had made another friend here as well. “Yeah! Dis is Emma, Mommy. She’s wiff, uh, Nancy… Dat one fwom da ottuh day…” The woman’s eyes grew big, and it was clear that Nancy’s poor reputation now in the daycare had been spreading. Her morning searches of the daycare for bugs and devices blocking my regression were becoming the gossip of town. Some seemed to admire her while others thought she was crazy. It was clear which category Monica fell into. So, it wasn’t exactly surprising when “Oh…” was about all she could say. It made feel so low being associated with Nancy lately, and I guess it showed on my face. The woman’s own quickly became sympathetic and she crouched down and extended her own hand out to me. “Hello Emma. I’m Monica.” I smiled and shook her hand back. “Goo’ ta mee’ you, Monica.” I wasn’t really sure what to say after that though, but I could see that both Monica and Charley were thinking something together. Finally, Monica broke. “I know the type of Big Nancy is, and I’m sorry if I’m speaking out of turn here, but are you okay? Do you need help or anything like that maybe?” Now I really didn’t know what to say. I could lie and go on my merry way, or I could tell the truth and face the consequences. Foster care and being put up for adoption were best case scenarios in that case, but after rumors that Nancy did nothing to stop, I was nearly convinced that any failures or rejected candidates were shipped off to Garden State Hospital. For perspective, Nancy would have seemed like a blessing compared to that truly terrible place. So, determined not to have that happen, I shook my head. “No… I’m okay... dank you dough…” Neither seemed convinced, but Monica sighed and seemed determined to get me to smile. “Well, let’s see if we can’t turn that frown upside down.” Without warning, she immediately started making fun faces at me. Charley soon joined in and wasn’t as good, but in minutes, I was howling with laughter from their sheer silliness. After a little bit, Monica finally seemed satisfied and stood up before rubbing Charley’s back. “Okay, hun. I’m going to start packing up, but I just wanted to give you the warning that we’re going to need to leave soon to get to that play you wanted to see tonight.” “Da one wiff aww da puppets?” he asked, his voice full of hope and excitement. It was almost hard to even remember those feelings anymore. Monica chuckled. “That’s right, sweetie. You just keep talking to Emma for now though.” Her eyes seemed to arc up and down a little bit as if there was some kind of inside secret between them, and while I was a little sad to be left out, I just continued to try and swing. Monica then left and Charley and I got to talking. First, I just had to know about the Oasis room, and apparently, it was completely magical in all its technology and theme. The room was actually two and was split into two themes. The main Oasis room was essentially just a beach and jungle theme with several water features built into the flooring and walls hidden behind a near transparent glass of some kind. Cubbies and other bits of furniture were adorned like jungle trees or rocks and beautiful flowers grew everywhere. Then, for naptime, the lights were turned off and everything changed to an under the sea theme. Trees became coral sprouts and grassy rocks soon looked like they were sunken beneath the waves. I wanted so badly to go, but I knew that would be a long time away… if ever. “So, Hop, huh?” I asked pointed to his ever-present stuffed bunny. For a moment, I thought I swore that I saw him look right at me, and I briefly wondered if he was magical too like Patch was, but Charley spoke back up to answer my question. “Yeah… he’s wike one of bestess fwien’s. He’s jus’ da bes!” Charley then paused and looked over at me with first suspicion and then an odd curiosity. “Don’ you have one?” I quickly thought to Patch waiting back at the daycare for me to return to him. It was utterly ridiculous on one level, but no matter how hard I tried to act mature, I just couldn’t let him go. “He’s… back at the daycaeh…” “Oh…” Charley said, now seeming a little guilty. “You should ask Mrs. Giwwies abou’ gettin’ him to take home wiff you… dey weally can help out a lot… especiawy if youw sad an’ aww…” I nodded. “He’s jus’ so gweat! He’s a doggy and even had widdle wightnin’ bolts on his wegs…” Charley suddenly became confused and then angry. “I used ta have a doggy wik dat too… I woss him…” “Oh no!” I couldn’t believe my ears that a fellow Little could lose their stuffy. I wanted to run off and form a search party immediately. Fortunately, Charley stopped me just as I was getting up. “Iss o’ay, Emma. He was a bad dog anyways…” His once angry demeanor quickly turned to sadness. I didn’t like to normally pry, but still, I just had to know what he was talking about. See, with my magical stuffy, I thought Patch would never be bad in his life. His job was to protect and just be there for me. Like with all stuffy’s… ‘Right?’ Curious, I couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Wha’ do you mean by dat?” Charley sighed and almost seemed on the verge of tears. “He… he huwt me… wike Nancy an’ you. Mommy told me aftuh she foun’ out. By da time we dih… I didn’ even wan’ him back, so no sadness fo’ me. Buh fo’ you, jus’ be caewful…” I nodded but I knew that Patch would never do something like that to me. We shared a bond, and he was practically my guardian in daycare and in my life now. “I’ll wemembuh dat fo’ Patch…” Charley quickly got a look of confusion. “Wai… my doggy was named Dash. It can’t be him, buh’ that iss his name… o’ at weas ih was…” So, with both of us eventually agreeing that it was just another stuffy entirely ‘Right?’, I had a revelation about Charley. He wasn’t the smartest or the nimblest of us Littles, but he had something that others around here sorely had a burning desire for: hope for the future. I knew I had a lot to do in order to figure out the system still and get to where Charley was at in order to have fun in this life. His circumstances were also definitely different than mine, but I also felt I just had to make sure that I avoided all the obstacles wherever possible on the way to that new dream of mine. That was the hope inside of me trying to breakthrough, but there was another side to all this as well I just couldn’t ignore. As we both swung on the playground, for a moment, I had felt a tiny ray of hope in my fight against the dictatorship that had now become my life. Speaking of which though, I then saw Nancy glaring at me as she quickly stomped over to us sitting on the swings. Seeing my time was short, I eased on back into my swing with the push to just enjoy this time as much as I could. So, for now, I just leaned back in my seat and went higher and higher. Seconds later, I was all laughter and joy with my new friend at the park. Life often didn’t come with such surprises as finding a new friend out here, so I just hoped that my nice feeling would last for as long as it could. Considering what was likely to come, I remembered back to what Bree had told me, and eagerly waited for the right time to flee or to stay strong and hopeful as I waited for Omega Force to help me out in their own way. Nancy still loomed in my life, but no matter what happened later tonight though, I was just glad I had met Charley and Hop. It wasn’t even for long in retrospect, but again, it was that tiny something that I felt made my whole life now just a little more bearable. I wasn’t sure what was next, but considering the fiery hatred seething in Nancy’s eyes as she stomped over to our location at the swings, I knew there would likely be another punishment in my future tonight. I just hoped I could hold on a little longer before something truly terrible and permanent happened to me.

As my wife says, “you like what you like” 😜 (specifically in reference to my diaper wearing) A thick, wet, heavy, soggy diaper is just the best.

I'm sure you'll find that special someone who can accept you for who you are. Many hugs

I’m in Nelson. Can I take you up on that offer?

Don’t know if there’s a term either but my wife and I do this all the time. I love it when she helps me fill up my diaper. 😉

ABU Europe edition booster pads are the biggest and softest in my opinion. And I don’t know what it is about them but they swell a CRAZY amount when you wet. I mean like they double in thickness. It’s ridiculous. I never buy anything else for boosters.

Sometimes I ask but I really don’t think I need to, she’s fine with me wearing. The times I don’t ask she doesn’t even blink. I think when I ask it’s more of a validation of her acceptance. Either way, it’s pretty cool to have a spouse that is pretty accepting.

Just a heads up in case anyone looks earlier tomorrow, I will probably post a few hours later tomorrow than I normally do. Thanks for your patience! 🙂

"Okay, Mommy. I teach him 'bout twains" He smiles

IN LOCO PARENTIS After Spats reentered the courtroom, Ian slowly counted to thirty before opening the door to the hallway. As he had expected, Judge Reynolds and the District Attorney were having a quiet conversation, with their prospects for reelection, he thought, the most likely topic under consideration. “Is the circus in town,” Ian asked once they were back inside the judge's chambers. “It could be worse … a couple of beat reporters for the local dailies, and one TV crew.” The Judge had taken advantage of the break to dash off to the men's room, which gave him a chance to size up the press contingent waiting outside the courtroom. “Emmett Bailey of WPPP News is once more on the prowl.” “That guy,” Ian groaned. “He was at the house last night, reporting live. Doesn't he ever sleep?” “No rest for the wicked,” the DA snorted. Bailey was as pushy as he was ambitious, and he wasn't above sensationalizing a story. “Anyway, is Spats on board?” “He is,” Ian confirmed. “If it's possible, I'd like to avoid the press. The best way to tamp down on this story is to protect the girls' anonymity. Since there are eleven girls back at the house who haven't been charged with anything, the media can't broadcast everybody's name without inviting a lawsuit for defamation. So, is there a back way out of here? A loading dock would be good.” “What do you have in mind?” Reynolds, like all of his colleagues, had used a trap door more than once to escape the press. “I'll ask Chief Mischof if he can scrounge up a bus from the Athletic Department. We get the girls on board, and we make a run for it.” “Let's get it done. My clerk has a phone Walt can use to make the call. Once we're set, Gareth will swallow his pride and introduce the diaper punishment. You get Bjornsen publicly to agree to it, I enter it in my order, and we all live to fight another day.” . . . . “Well, let's get you into one of these new diapers that Sarah bought yesterday, and see if they're as good as the salesperson says they are. You know the drill.” Vickie got to her feet, closed Rita's office door to give them privacy, and then began to strip. She didn't stop until she was down to her bra. Rita unlocked her diaper cover, and eased both the cover and vinyl pants down to her ankles. Vickie gingerly kicked them off before Rita inspected the thick, hospital diaper. “Dry,” she announced. “I'll set it aside for tonight's festivities.” Rita shifted around to examine Vickie's backside, and yelped in surprise. “My God, Vic! Never mind the diaper rash … you're bright red! What did Sarah do to you?” “She used one of her new toys on me … the paddle with the holes in it that she bought at Fantasy Island. It was the most painful spanking I've ever had, Rita, and believe me, I've had plenty of spankings!” “Oh, I believe you. I just don't know what to do about it.” “Nothing.” “What? Nothing?” Rita couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Rita, I … I enjoyed it. I was so close to coming … just a few more strokes, but she stopped right when I was on the edge. I begged her to finish me off, but she refused … locked me up in the same damned diaper. Only I liked that, too. Pissing and shitting myself … having Mommy coo over me like a baby while she cleaned me up … I was in Heaven. And then again this morning ...” Rita shook her head in despair. It was obvious that Vickie craved attention, and had discovered that being naughty would get her plenty of it. But if Sarah was a sadist only now coming out of the closet, this could get out of hand very quickly. Not waiting for the command, Vickie dropped to the floor, and spread her legs. “Rita, I'm so horny that I could scream. Please,” she whispered, “help me! Fingers … tongue … a cucumber … anything will do. Please!” “You want me ...” Wide-eyed, stunned, for the second time in as many minutes Rita couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Vic, no! Not at the office; hell, not even at home!” “My wand ...” “No!! Absolutely not!! Vic, are you crazy? Do you want to get us both fired?” Rita got down on the floor, and ordered Vickie to raise her hips so that the new diaper could be slid into place. Working hastily to put the nightmare behind her, Rita doused her diaper area with powder and worked it into her skin. As soon as she was finished, she pinned the diaper in place, then fetched Vickie's baby pants and cover. It was only when the lock clicked home that she could lean back, take a deep breath, and try to make sense of what had just happened. “All right,” she said in a tone of voice that brooked no opposition. “First things first. Go to your locker, get your Wand, and bring it to me. If you have any other toys that you're using to masturbate on company time, bring those as well. The fun and games are over, Vic, maybe over for good.” “But ...” “No buts, and no whining! If you need to do a regression to get past all the crap that your parents dumped on you, fine. I'm good with Sarah being your Mommy, and I'm even good with being your Auntie. I'll change your shitty diapers, and I won't complain about it. I'll do my best to get Sarah to tone it down. And all I ask in return is that you store up all this sexual energy for the only person in this universe who's worthy of you, and that's Ian. Sarah and I can parent you, but we can't love you the way he does. Do you understand?” “Yes, Aunt Rita, I understand.” “Then get dressed, and go collect your things.” Now that the crisis was past, Rita could afford to be gentle. “Then we need to start earning our paychecks!” “There's one more thing.” Vickie had stopped in the doorway. Rita looked at her expectantly. “We got a call late last night from one of the sorority houses. I don't know the details, but Ian was there, and he had another episode. Priscilla … the policewoman assigned to him was still on duty and dealt with it, but he never made it home.” Rita slapped her desktop, which told Vickie that she had come to a decision. “I'll tell Manny to expedite the 'diaper your favorite nurse' auction. When all three of us can trigger the Princess Poopy Pants persona, I want him back in the ward. We are going to hit him from all sides, trigger an episode in a controlled environment, and see it through to the end … a breakthrough. We are not, repeat not, taking a ticking time bomb into our new household!!” . . . . When they reentered the courtroom, Ian walked straight to the railing that separated him from Walt Mischof. It took only a few seconds for Ian to make his request, and for the Chief to confirm that he could have a bus ready and waiting in less than half an hour. While he was speaking on the phone, Ian rejoined Bernice and Priscilla, who were still hard at work trying to keep the girls calm. It was a daunting task. “May I have everyone's attention,” Ian asked in a calm, confident and reassuring voice. “Tippi, when we resume the Judge is going to ask the District Attorney to continue, which is when your proposed diaper punishment will be brought up. Then Judge Reynolds will once again ask whether you are speaking for the whole group. Say 'yes', then agree to being diapered for the duration of your probation, and we are out of here. We'll go out the back way to avoid the press, and Chief Mischof is arranging for a bus to pick us all up.” “You're coming with us?” Janis couldn't understand why the Professor was going to so much trouble to help them, but she was grateful nonetheless. “Yes. The rest of us will gather our wits in the hospital cafeteria while you track down whoever is in charge of the candy stripers. Then we'll dot the proverbial I and cross the proverbial T, get you home in time for lunch, and me off to my next class.” “And the gangster?” “All taken care of, Janis. Don't bother looking over your shoulder because he won't be there.” “But how?” “Oh,” Ian smiled wistfully, “I made him an offer that he can't refuse!” . . . . “Okay,” Ian said when they got off the bus, “I'll take the lead since I actually know how to find the cafeteria in this maze. Priscilla, why don't you bring up the rear to make sure we don't lose any stragglers. Bernice, you should go with Janis, and help her sell our story to the relevant party.” “How's your diaper holding up,” Priscilla whispered in return. “I've only got one spare in your bag, and we're running on empty at your office. We need to reload.” Ian winced. In all the excitement, he had lost track, which was an invitation to disaster. Leaky diapers … blowouts … both meant public embarrassment. His vinyl pants and canvas cover could only take so much abuse before they would give up the fight. “Sounds like we should pay Rita a visit. She's got diapers coming out of her ears, and now's as good a time as any for you to make her acquaintance. Once Bernice gets back and we have the girls settled, we'll sneak off.” A party of forty young women trooping through the hospital hallways was, Ian suspected, quite a sight, but the cafeteria was the only place he could think of to park them. And people were stopping and staring. For their part, the girls all wondered how many of the people they were passing had put two and two together, and realized that they were now face to face with the infamous diaper thieves who had been plastered all over the late night news only twelve hours earlier. Happily, at mid morning the cafeteria had few patrons, so Ian had no trouble commandeering two of the long trestle tables that dominated the room. While the girls sorted themselves out, Ian took Priscilla to the side. “Got any money on you?” “Some. Why?” “They had a bad night and a not so good morning. The least we can do is buy them all something to drink to soften the blow.” “Meaning?” “They don't know it yet, but they're going to be wearing the same hospital diaper that I'm sporting. That's part of the deal I made with Spats-- he gets to grow his inventory, and the girls will be paying for it.” “But they won't be able to hide what they're wearing ...” “No, they won't. The seniors are looking at six months or so, but there are first and second year students in this bunch who have two and a half to three and a half years of humiliation ahead of them.” “With no time off during the summer. Ian, what about their parents? The only way to make sure that they remain diapered is to use the same locking cover that you have on. Would you trust a parent with the keys?” “No. Bernice will change them morning and night, so she will need to have keys. We'll know in a few minutes whether it's feasible for them to be changed here during their shifts, but I can't figure out how to change them on campus. It's a big school, and they're attending classes all over the place. So, we're talking a lot of diaper pails; where do we put them? Who would be willing to change them, and can we trust that person with the keys? On paper it all looks pretty cut and dried, but this is real life, and in real life it's a safe bet that all of these girls will also be looking for a way to cheat. We have to nip that in the bud.” “This is what happens when you don't pay attention,” Priscilla laughed sympathetically. “Meaning?” “The DA and the Judge ran for the hills, Ian, leaving you hung out to dry.” Priscilla was rummaging around in her bag, searching for her wallet. “Twenty-eight dollars,” she announced. “And I've got seventeen.” It didn't take Ian long to paw through his wallet. “While you were daydreaming,” Priscilla continued, “the Judge issued a decree making you personally responsible for cleaning up this mess. An officer of the court will be dropping in on you next week, with the official paperwork. Congratulations! You now have forty one surrogate daughters!” “Huh? Wait a second. Won't they have probation officers?” “They will,” Priscilla agreed. “And guess who's responsible for making sure that each and every one of them keeps their appointments!” “But ...” “Ian? What are you doing here?” Startled, Ian spun around, his stance shifting to attack mode. Then, making a conscious effort to relax, he stood fully upright. “Becky! Hi! And Reiko. Wow … it's good to see you both! But I'm surprised; isn't this your shift?” “It is. Mornings are set aside for groups. Vickie takes the alcoholics, Candy gets the abused women, and Reiko and I split the hopelessly neurotic. We rack up a lot of overtime at Chuck E. Cheese.” Becky and Reiko were both looking at Priscilla. “Sorry,” Ian said; “I just got sucker punched, so I'm a little out of it. Pris, say hi to Becky and Reiko, who work upstairs in the psych ward. Vickie is mentoring them both.” “Priscilla Canon, campus police department.” Priscilla held out her hand, and the three women briefly shook. “Technically, I'm Ian's bodyguard, keeping those pesky corporate headhunters at bay, but it feels more like I'm his nursemaid.” “Changing his diapers, are you?" Becky and Reiko exchanged knowing grins. “Routinely,” Priscilla grinned in return. “And it's a fun job. Ian knows a really colorful cast of characters, and slowly but surely, I'm making their acquaintance.” “And these are the diaper thieves.” Becky gestured at the girls. “What, if you capture them, you get to keep them?” “He's stuck with them!” Priscilla was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out. “The court … the judge has charged Ian to supervise them throughout their probation. Right now, we're trying to figure out how to see to their diapers.” “Diapers? These girls?” Reiko was aghast. “All forty one of them … 24/7 until they graduate! They wanted diapers; well, now they've got them! And they're going to use them!” “What brings you down here?” Ian was desperate to change the subject. “Coffee break,” Reiko shrugged. “It's an excuse to get out of the ward for a few minutes.” “Got any spare change?” “You need money?” “I thought I'd buy the girls something to drink. They've had a rough morning ...” “Spoken like a true parent, although forty one daughters is a ...” Priscilla's eyes widened in shock, and involuntarily, she clamped a hand over her mouth. The enormity of her mistake … “Oh, God! Ian, I'm sorry! I didn't mean … I was just teasing … please … I'm sorry!” “Pris, it's okay.” Ian wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close, her head resting upon his shoulder. He forgot about Becky and Reiko, forgot about the girls, forgot about the handful of visitors, nurses and doctors scattered around the cafeteria. His one thought was for her. Becky and Reiko were openly staring, trying to digest what they were witnessing. It was as obvious to them as to everyone else who happened to be watching that Ian and Priscilla were very much in love. “It's getting easier, Pris; really. Knowing that it's all out in the open now … that I don't have to pretend anymore.” He tenderly kissed the top of her head, enjoying the smell of her shampoo, enjoying the simple pleasure of holding her in his arms. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you ...” . . . . “This stinks to high heaven,” Herb Canon complained. “Honestly, Julia, why didn't you say something?” “Walt's your friend; why didn't YOU say something?” The Canons were in the parking ramp adjacent to the courthouse. The trunk lid of their car was up. The trunk was bulging with the two bags of diapers that Chief Mischof had ferried from the sorority house to the ramp, but they had never gotten any closer to the courthouse, and the rules of evidence be damned. The Canons ignored the bag of clean diapers-- and they were keeping their distance from the dirty ones. “I don't remember Priscilla's diapers ever smelling this bad. Do you?” “Well, in fairness to Ian, they have been lying around for the last couple of weeks. But stop complaining. You can walk to work from here, and I'll drive out to Lullaby and deliver them in person. After all, I did promise Pris that I would retrieve Ian's little toy … and no, I won't pass out before I get there. I'll keep the window rolled down.” “It's your funeral,” Herb shrugged. “But here's something else to think about while you're rambling down the highway: who's going to change Grady's diapers and give him his bottles while Pris is at Quantico?” “Ouch! Herb, that is downright nasty!” “Come on, Julia, out with it! Has she asked you to do the honors in her absence?” “Not yet,” Julia conceded. “But any day now? Is that what I'm hearing you not saying?” Julia slammed the trunk lid shut as her temper flared. “Damn it, Herb, we have got to come to terms with this. Priscilla is old enough to make her own choices; she's fallen in love with a battle scarred vet, and she has chosen to commit to this relationship. If you can look past the diapers ...” “And the trauma,” Herb interrupted. He suspected that Ian was a loose cannon, and he did not want his daughter to be around when he blew up. “For which he is being treated by a network of professionals who are giving him a strong support structure. And in so many ways they make the perfect couple ...” “Couple? Get real, Julia! Our daughter is joining a menagerie that sounds like it's going to be one step shy of a hippie commune! Will our grandchildren, if we have them, nurse on four different sets of boobs? Will they grow up thinking they have four mommies? Julia, this in insane!” “It's life, Herb, and often life doesn't make any sense. The only issue here is Priscilla's happiness, and right now she's happier than I've ever seen her in her whole life. Our job is to support her, and to make Ian feel welcome. We are going to do that.” “So, if she asks … are you telling me that you would agree to change his diapers?” “I would agree to talk with him about it. But seriously, Herb, what on earth makes you think that he would want me to be his nursemaid? You're getting all riled up about something that has about the same odds as a snowball in Hell!” . . . . “I'm good with this,” Ian said as he peeked over Priscilla's shoulder, his eyes jumping from one face to another as he systematically worked his way from the top of one table to the bottom of the next. It was slowly beginning to dawn on him that the two of them had taken center stage in a vast theater that offered no other entertainment. “Being a surrogate parent, I mean. Do any of the sororities have dads?” “No … don't think it's ever been done before.” Priscilla leaned back to study him, and saw it instantly. It was in his eyes as he looked out at the girls, the sense of family, and she imagined that years earlier, a much younger man had looked upon those he led into battle with the same sense of affection. She knew all too well how much the death of Willie Ross had wounded him. And then his brothers-in-law. There must have been others. “This is a tad awkward,” she whispered, thinking of Vickie. “Have faith,” he whispered in return before kissing her lightly on the cheek. “Any idea how much soft drinks for forty three is going to cost me?'” Ian decided to address the question to Reiko. Reiko frowned as she quickly ran the numbers through her head. “Twenty five should cover it.” “What's going on, Ian?” Becky made no attempt to conceal her anger. “Give me a moment, please,” Without waiting for an answer, Ian turned away and walked over to stand at the head of one of the tables. He waited patiently for the girls to give him their attention. “First things, first,” he began. “While I had the run of the judge's chambers, I phoned Janis' mother. In turn, Marilyn is reaching out to all of your parents, to assure them that you are safe. She is also letting them know that each of you is being hit with a twentyfive hundred dollar fine. Be ready for the subject to come up when you get back to the house and call home. As for the other elements of the Decree-- the community service, the diapers, and the probation-- I strongly advise you to be straightforward, and not to attempt to defend the indefensible. Admit that you screwed up, concede that your punishment is warranted, even lenient, and move on.” Leaning on the table, Ian sighed deeply, searching for words. “Before Janis gets here and we get down to brass tacks, please get yourselves something to drink; Officer Canon and I will foot the bill. But first, there is something that I want to ask: does anyone here know what in loco parentis means?” “Sure,” Cindy answered. “Everyone on Fraternity Row knows that our house moms and dads are looking after us the same way our parents do at home.” “Well, as Priscilla … er … Officer Canon ...” “Batgirl,” Kimberly called out. “Is that what you call me,” Priscilla laughed. “From one end of the Row to the other,” Melanie confirmed. “Cool! Wait until you see the Batcycle! It's got all the bells and whistles!” “A Honda CB 750,” Priscilla grinned when Ian gave her one of those looks. “What can I say? The family that rides together stays together. I never miss Sturgis!” “Oh, wow, Sturgis,” Melanie shrieked. “I've got a Suzuki GT 750, but my parents won't let me ride it in the city, and they won't let me get anywhere near Sturgis. They're afraid that I'll join a motorcycle gang or something!” “Get your GPA up,” Ian suggested, “and Priscilla might be persuaded to form a club for all you easy riders.” “Are you offering us a bribe,” Kimberly teased. “More like an incentive. Look, as I was about to say before being sidetracked, Priscilla says the Judge's decree is going to charge me with supervising your probation. So, now you have a surrogate mom in Missus Miller, and in me a surrogate dad. Going forward, if you're having problems with your studies, come see me. If I can't help you personally, I'll reach out to people who can, and that includes arranging tutors. I'll collect performance reports on your community service, and you better believe that your probation officers will examine them closely. As for your diapers, let me remind you that all of you are going to be paying customers of Lullaby Diaper Service, and the bill is going to be around seventy five a month. There's another conversation to plan on having with your parents if you aren't working and don't have savings. Finally, acting in loco parentis and keeping your individual schedules in mind, Bernice and I will figure out a way for each of you to have her diapers changed in a timely manner, and that includes on campus.” “Any questions,” Ian asked as he scanned his audience. As he expected, his comments had taken the air out of the girls. There were long faces everywhere. “In the beginning, this is going to be hard.” Looking up, Ian saw that Bernice and Janis had returned, along with a nurse and a second woman wearing a severe business suit. “Some of the people you count as your friends will abandon you, but on the flip side, once the novelty wears off and your peers stop tormenting you, new friends will take their place. The one constant is that Bernice and I will always have your backs. We won't lose faith in you, and in return we ask only that you not lose faith in yourselves. Now, help yourselves to something to drink.” While Janis scurried off to join her friends in line, Beatrice stepped forward to make the introductions. “Officer Priscilla Canon of our campus police department and Professor Ian Grady,” Bernice nodded, “Marcia Mason, who is the first shift charge nurse in Janis' unit, and Gayle Soderberg, who administers Patient Relations. Her department reviews applicants for the candy striper program, with a view to finding the best fit for their experience and interests.” “I should add,” Bernice went on, “that I have brought them up to speed on what's happening here.” “Any interest,” Ian asked. Gayle nodded in response. “Definitely, but I will tell you straight out that we're looking for candidates able to work three hour shifts between seven in the morning and two in the afternoon … also six to ten at night. High School and College students all want to work between two and six; those slots are filled.” “Any objections to having staff change their diapers?” Marcia's smile was warm and friendly. “It's an unusual request, but everything that Bernice has told us would seem bizarre if many of us had not caught the late night news. Talk about the punishment fitting the crime!” “Glad you're good with it,” Ian grinned. “If it's at all possible, later this afternoon I'd like to get together with whoever does purchasing around here. Lullaby Diaper Service will need diapers, vinyl pants and locking diaper covers for forty one new customers.” “We might have enough to get you started,” Gayle said. “One key for our staff, one for Bernice, and two for you. Will you be changing them personally?” “Uh … no. I don't think my fiancee. Sarah Haikonnen up on the third floor, wants me anywhere around sorority girls in general, and definitely not changing their diapers in particular!” “Perhaps it's for the best.” Gayle and Marcia exchanged sympathetic looks. “We caught the tail end of your address. If these young women need a father figure to serve as a role model, they are fortunate indeed to have someone this caring.” “I just hope I don't go broke in the process,” Ian sheepishly replied, trying to find a way around the awkwardness of the moment. “Reiko says that their drinks will set me back around twenty five dollars.” “Oh, don't worry about it!” Gayle waved him away. “I'll put it on my departmental tab; light refreshment to help the interview process along.” “Thank you,” Ian sighed. “Can you hold the fort for a little while,” Priscilla interrupted. “I need to refill Ian's diaper bag, so we're on our way up to Seven … to talk with Vickie and Rita.” She gave Ian's arm an encouraging squeeze. The gesture's import was lost on none of the five women gathered round, and Bernice could see that one of the nurses standing behind Ian was seething. Long years of defusing angry confrontations had given her a sixth sense when it came to situations spinning out of control. This one was on the edge. “Ian, while we were reluctant to infringe upon your privacy, you should know that Janis and I also told Marcia and Gayle what happened last night.” Bernice's voice became soft and maternal. “Last night at the house … this morning in the courtroom and now here … you have formed a deep, visible attachment to the girls. I don't want anyone to misinterpret what they're seeing, nor to misunderstand all this talk about changing their diapers.” Bernice stared pointedly at Becky, praying that the message had gotten through to her. After they had put him to bed, Suzie had given her a colorful description of Ian's complicated love life, and it was obvious that this nurse was close to one or more of the women involved. She had been triggered by the interplay between the professor and the policewoman. As for the young Asian woman: her expression was stoic, but her body language tense. It was safe to assume that she was also upset by what she was seeing. “Cracks in the wall,” Ian observed with a resigned sigh; “cracks in the wall.” “Which means?” “Bernice, I'm a patient here, up on the seventh floor … the psych ward. In fact, Reiko and Becky are on the team that is treating me.” Belatedly, Ian realized that, when it came to introductions, he had not picked up where Beatrice had left off. “Sorry,” he said. “Bernice Miller, the sorority's house mom, and Reiko … I'm sorry again. I don't know either of your last names.” “Doctor Reiko Matsumura, and my colleague and friend, Doctor Rebecca Cameron.” Reiko performed the introductions for both of them. (In reality. Ian was formally introduced to Reiko all the way back in scene 3, but the poor lad was far too drunk at the time to remember much of anything.) “Vickie and Rita are going on the theory that I've constructed a wall inside my head to keep all the guilt that I tapped into last night at bay.” Ian knew that neither Bernice, Gayle or Marcia grasped how bad last night had really gone. “If I do something that my psyche sees as a threat to the wall, it short circuits the process by catapulting me back to my last battlefield. I relive what happened … every second of it … and I collapse, just like I did for real all those years ago.” “So when you told the girls what happened to your family ...” “I thought I was safe because yesterday I told Priscilla everything, including the really bad stuff that only two other people have heard at first hand. And it had no impact on me … maybe because it felt like I was talking about somebody else … talking in the third person.” “'Bad' doesn't begin to describe what happened out there.” Priscilla warned. “I have been pushing Ian to sit down with Sarah, Vickie and Rita; they have to know what's going on … have to know that acting on their feelings for him will have consequences. There's a price to be paid, and I'm going to pay it … but I didn't sleep well last night, not well at all. I do not want him to describe what he learned once he got out of the hospital in any detail. What you heard last night is where I would draw the line.” “You want him to withhold information that might be critical to his treatment,” Becky asked sharply. “I would go there only as a matter of last resort.” Priscilla's tone was equally acerbic. As the first of the girls exited the line, soft drink in hand, Gayle excused herself to begin the interview process. She had brought applications for the candy striper program, and as she handed out forms and pens to each girl in turn, she emphasized that she needed to know their class schedule for the following term. Marcia watched the line slowly advance. She had two children of her own, one a girl in junior high. In a few years, she realized, her daughter might well become a candy striper in her own right, and stand in this very line once or twice a week. There were always a number of high school students in the program. “Professor … no … Ian … who's taking the lead on your therapy?” “Vickie.” “And the two of you are madly in love.” Marcia shot a sideways glance at Priscilla, wondering if Vic knew that she had been cast overboard. “Vickie and I will work it out,” Priscilla smiled. She knew exactly what Marcia was thinking. The line continued slowly to advance, and Becky and Reiko continued to hover in the background. Nodding her head, Marcia came to a decision. Someone had to go first. “Ian, Gayle and I … we both have children … daughters. The vast majority of the people in our age group working in this hospital have families. I'm not going to pretend that I understand your suffering because it's on a scale that I can't imagine, and frankly don't want to imagine. But I know two things, the first being that you are trapped inside every parent's deepest, darkest nightmare. And the second is that Becky is right; if you want to reclaim your life, you cannot pick and choose the information that you share with your therapist. If you insist on shielding her, then Vickie needs to step aside so that someone can take her place-- someone who can handle the worst that you can throw at them.” “It's not that easy,” Ian grudgingly admitted. “Why?” “I have trust issues.” “And cracks in the wall.” Ian looked at her blankly. He didn't see the connection. “You can't make good what you've lost by adopting every young woman in need of help who enters your life. You'll drown if you try … more and more seizures. If you truly want to help others, you must first help yourself, and that means baring your soul to your therapist. Guilt attaches itself to the ugliest of all our memories.” Wendy Stafford, Priscilla thought. How many more Wendy Staffords are waiting out there? Her eyes swept over the line, and settled on Janis Marsden. The answer was staring her in the face. “Wait … what,” Becky squeaked. She looked at Reiko, thinking that she must have misunderstood what Marcia was saying, but she saw the same look of incomprehension on her friend's face that was no doubt plastered on her own. “Are you saying that … that … Ian … that you have a daughter?” Silently, Ian pulled out his wallet, and removed the photograph. No longer hidden away, it slid out easily. He handed it to Becky. “My wife's name was Nguyen. When I was in the hospital, someone came to our village and slaughtered everyone except the babies and little children. They were taken, and have never resurfaced. We think that someone was looking for my child … for my daughter, Linh. But they didn't know which child was mine, so they took them all.” “But … but, why? Dear God, why?” “My gift for languages is rare in the extreme. More men have walked on the moon than can do what I do. If Linh has inherited this ability ...” “Someone massacred an entire village to kidnap a child that might grow up with the ability to speak dozens of foreign languages?” Becky was thunderstruck. “Ian, does Vickie know any of this? Vickie? Rita? Sarah?” Reiko got right to the point. “No. No one wants to put another My Lai on the record, and very few people even know that there was a massacre. Reiko, my whole life after Hue is heavily classified; it was only yesterday afternoon that I received clearance to talk about this with anyone. Priscilla knows it all, and when we get upstairs, so will Vickie and Rita. I'll deal with Sarah later.” “But why, Ian? Why, after all these years, are they suddenly allowing you to go public?” ”Reiko, I blindsided the Agency, and now we're scrambling to do damage control. I was supposed to live a quiet life out here, but instead I foolishly agreed to help Phil and Don. It was a spur of the moment decision, and it felt right at the time, but it ended up wrecking my cover, which was never designed to survive even casual scrutiny. A part of me is glad that it worked out this way because lying to the women I love has been tearing me apart. But at the same time, it's putting my daughter in great danger.” “Go on,” Reiko gently encouraged. “For years, we have been looking worldwide, an intense but quiet search. Now that I've surfaced, we are going to recruit people outside the intelligence community to assist, which will make our efforts impossible to hide. If we get too close ...” “They'll kill her.” Priscilla had followed everything Ian had said to its logical conclusion. “We can get coffees up in the ward,” Becky decided. “We'll take you up.” “Marcia and I will help Gayle,” Bernice declared. “And now I'm a bodyguard for real,” Priscilla sighed. “And first things, first: I still have to change Ian's diaper!”

"We'll go see him when we get back home. He doesn't know about trains yet. Maybe you can teach him when he's old enough"

"Okay, white it is. I think that's a good choice, Kayla" He lifts her legs and powders her, taping her into a big white diaper for bedtime "Let's get your jammies on, then you can choose a story" He holds up a one piece pink pajama just Kayla's size and he lifts her legs again to put her feet in "If you're good, I'll let you do the zipper. You really do make a cute baby. Sorry for the circumstances, but I think you can make the best of it. I like being your Daddy. And Julie's happy to have you. You can stay here even when the baby comes. You and the baby can play together. Won't that be fun? What games do you know?" He says the last part to her with that enthusiasm for a toddler again.

I really love how you weave this tale! It's very enjoyable to read! Looking forward to more!

Catherine sighed heavily, when she saw how whim and capricious Kayla... "Baby, I don't have much time to try to persuade you. Let's not ruin this beautiful morning for each other. This cereal is perfect for little ones babies like you. Look." Catherine said, putting down the bowl and spoon and showing by Kayla a box of baby's cereal with a smiling baby on it. “I will give you 2 options to choose from. You will calm down now and obediently open your mouth until the bowl is empty and you will receive apricots and chocolate milk, as a reward, or you continue to be naughty and you will receive a good spanking as a reward and I will still feed you breakfast, but you'll have a stinging, sore ass." - Catherine said sternly and took a wooden cutting board and slapped it herself palm several times, showing that she was not joking... “Shall we try again? What is your choice? Open your mouth, baby, while the cereal is still warm...” - Catherine cooed and again fill up baby food with plastic spoon and brings it to Kayla’s lips, waiting for her decision...