The Rest of your Life!

Pit

Do y’all think maybe the company is having money problems and that’s why they made this desperate move? I mean there is a chance they actually get the trademark which could help them. I’d hope it doesn’t happen but I don’t want to see people’s options get limited to so 😕… I don’t know much about these companies y’all talkin about, are they doing alright in this niche market? Are there some brands you avoid or have had a bad experience with?

Mike heard the crinkle of the diaper as she patted his butt. He wanted to yell and scream and tell her to f off but she had him trapped. He went silent as she hummed and patted his butt while she walked around the room. Mike looked around at the girly room as she gave him a tour without giving a tour. "Anya, please... grow me back"

It ended up taking me a little longer than I thought to go through and make the edits.   Enjoy the next installment!  Again thank you for everyone's support. Chapter 28: No Turning Back Darlene's fingers were shaking as she held onto the doorknob tightly. Her knuckles had turned white from the pressure, and her hands seemed to vibrate with emotion for fear of making a wrong decision. As she stood there for several minutes, her face had become red with frustration, and tears glistened in her eyes.  She didn’t like leaving some like this as her heart throbbed against her chest, and her entire body tensed with anger and sadness. Her whole body was tense, and her muscles visibly shook.  Darlene took one more deep breath as she prepared to open the door and leave, accepting that there was no helping Avery at this point. This whole situation was messed up. She could hear the faint voice of her sister urging her to walk away. “You’re in overhead. You don’t have the skills to handle this.” In all honesty, she was right. She didn’t. Avery's screams were piercing through the apartment, the sharp edges of his words cutting through Darlene's ears. His voice crackled with anger and resentment, lashing out with each word. But, underneath all that fury was a hint of hurt and fear, like a wounded child left on the streets alone. Darlene could hear the tremors in his voice as he struggled to control his emotions, but they came out in sporadic bursts, making it clear he was not okay. Turning around slowly, she let her hand off the doorknob. She just couldn’t do it. Staying defied common sense and logic. She was ill-equipped and had no idea what to do. Still, something deep inside her made her solemnly promise herself that she would not abandon Avery in this state. Despite his hurtful words and actions, she knew he didn’t really want to be left alone. Memories flood her mind of a past employer who told her how her toddler would fly into uncontrollable tantrums, screaming that he hated her and lashing out with kicks and bites fueled by unbridled rage. That was what this felt like a toddler raging out of control. Darlene approached the bedroom door, listening. The sound of Avery's cries continued to echo through the apartment, not slowing down or calming down. She stood before the door, her hand gripping the knob tightly, validating that the bedroom door was still locked. She leaned in close, "Avery, you have until the count of ten to open this door, or I will break it down!" Her voice was filled with authority as she gave him one last chance to open the door before she took matters into her own hands. Even as her threat hung in the air between them, Darlene could hear Avery's ragged breaths on the other side of the door. “GO AWAY, GO AWAY. NO ONE IS ALLOWED HERE. I HATE EVERYONE!” “One!”  Darlene stayed by the door, listening.  She could hear no movement towards the door or attempt to unlock it. In fact, she heard something crash to the side of the door and sounded like it broke into pieces, like the clacking and snapping of small plastic pieces, clueless about what it could be.  She tried the doorknob again, but it was still locked. Avery refused to let her into his bedroom. “Two!”  There was still no movement of the door, only yelling and a thud, which was probably. his foot hitting the door. “Three!” Darlene shouted as she started looking around the living room for something to pick up the door lock with.  She didn’t find much. Darlene walked over to the makeshift TV stand and saw a PlayStation underneath it with games spread around the floor near it. She read some of the titles: Ratchet in Clank, Sack Boy, Spiro, and Lego Star Wars. Not what she would expect a young man of his age to play. “Four!”  Darlene shouted as she walked towards the kitchen, scrunched her nose in disgust as she saw the soggy diaper lying on the kitchen counter. She quickly grabbed it and tossed it into the trash, where gnats swarmed around the overflowing bin when she opened it. “Gross, she thought to herself. How can someone live like this?” “Five!” Darlene approached the kitchen, which was a chaotic scene of neglect. Piles of unwashed dishes teetered precariously in the sink, coated with dried remnants of past meals. The stovetop was a mosaic of splattered sauces and grease, evidence of hurried and careless cooking. A layer of dust cloaked the countertops, where forgotten crumbs mingled with sticky spills that had hardened into a tacky mess. The fridge door emitted a faint, musty odor that permeated the cramped space. The floor, once a pristine white linoleum, now bore the marks of countless muddy footprints and food stains that had become permanent fixtures on the worn surface. “Six!” Darlenec continued her search for something to unlock the door, plunging into the labyrinth of kitchen drawers and cabinets. Each drawer was a chaotic mess of mismatched utensils, old receipts, and forgotten packets of condiments. The silverware was scattered amongst rubber bands and paperclips, while the spatulas and whisks were haphazardly thrown in with a can opener and garlic press. The cabinets weren't any better. Plates were stacked higgledy-piggledy with mugs squeezed in wherever they would fit. The few pots and pans he had been piled on top of each other without any semblance of order, their lids nowhere to be found. Cans of food were mixed up with boxes of cereal, and their labels faded or torn off entirely. It was as if a whirlwind had swept through the kitchen, leaving behind a jumbled mess in its wake. “Seven!” Darlene rolled her eyes as she finally found an ice pick in the random mess of one of the drawers that she might be able to use to unlock the bedroom door. The screaming for her to leave continued, and the occasional loud thud when Avery kicked from behind the door the door. “Eight! I am coming in one way or another, Avery,” Darlene said as she walked over to the bedroom door and looked at the doorknob. In between all the screaming, she could hear him sobbing. She wasn’t sure what she was going to find, but she knew it wasn’t going to be good. Once again, she committed herself to seeing this through. “Nine!” Darlene gripped the icepick firmly in her hand. She positioned the sharp point directly over the tiny aperture in the center of the bedroom doorknob. Her fingers, steady despite her racing heart, guided the slender tool precisely into the lock. She twisted and turned it gently, feeling for the delicate mechanism within, hoping to manipulate it to release the lock. Every slight movement with the ice pick was a gamble in this silent game of lock and key she found herself playing with, hoping to outsmart it. “TEN!” Dalene heard a click as the door unlocked and the doorknob moved. She prepared to open the door.  Darlene paused just before trying to enter as Avery kept shouting at her but never looking at her. “GO AWAY. GO AWAY. I DON'T WANT YOU. YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE ME. YOU ARE GOING TO HATE ME!” he kept repeating. At this point, she wasn’t even sure if he knew who she was because his behavior was so erratic and strange. As the doorknob turned, Darlene opened the door but was quickly met with a loud kick as the door was kicked closed on her. She hadn’t expected him to be so close to the door and was taken off guard as she stumbled a little backward but quickly regained her sense of balance. “GO AWAY, GO AWAY. I DON'T WANT YOU HEAR!” screamed a raging Avery behind the door. Darelene paused yet another time and took a deep breath, trying to get the courage to go in. She needed to stay calm and not let her emotions flare up if she was indeed going to try to help Avery calm down. This time, she leaned into the door with her weight and strength and began to turn the doorknob to push the door open quickly.  Again, she was met with a hard kick against the door, but she was ready and didn’t stumble backward; instead, she pushed and forced to push the door open enough to allow her to step inside Avery’s bedroom. When she entered, Avery was sitting on the floor, wet his back against the end of his bed, just a few feet from the door. He was still wet, with some soap in his hair dripping down his face and his towel loosely around his waist. Darlene quickly surveyed the room. His bedroom was small, with only a twin-sized bed, one dresser, and a nightstand. Clothes were all over the place. The only place that was semi-clean was the dresser, which had some really decorative and elaborate Lego sets that he had built. Two of which he looked like he just smashed. She could only guess what she heard earlier when he threw something.  Then, on the other end of the dresser were a few white disposable diapers. Darlene’s attention quickly returned to Avery as his legs kicked randomly in the air toward her but never hit her.  “GET OUT OF HERE. I WANT YOU OUT OF HERE. I HATE YOU ALL.  YOU ALL HATE ME.  YOU ALWAYS HAVE.” Avery continued to scream and repeat himself.  His eyes were red and distant, looking from crying and screaming.  Tears were mixed with the shower water and suds which slid down from his hair. “Avery, calm down. Look at me. It's Darlene. I don’t hate you.”  She stepped aside just far enough to ensure she would not get hurt as she tried to observe more of what was going on. She really needed her sister Laurisa to help her with this, but she felt there was no time. Even Darlene’s efforts to snap Avery out of it weren’t enough to stop his screaming and hateful words.  Darlene’s mind twirled with thoughts of how to snap him out as she kept trying to talk to him.  His words were full of hate and venom, directed towards someone, but she wasn’t sure who, with a force that seemed unstoppable. She reached out to him, her hands trembling as she spoke, trying to break through the haze of anger that consumed him. But each time she raised her voice, it fell on deaf ears, a futile attempt to break him out of it. Ideas raced through her mind in a frantic march: shake him back to reality, slap him awake, hold him down until he looked into her eyes. But he was lost in a blind rage, unreachable and untouchable. Her mind was finally made up, and with a fierce determination, she lunged towards him. He shoved her away with all his might, but she refused to let go, grabbing onto his wrist as he tried to punch her. In a flash of adrenaline-fueled strength, she snatched his other hand and pinned him against the back of the bed, kneeling down in a dominant stance. With control over both of his wrists, she pushed him back harder against the mattress while trying to bear hug him. "It's me, Darlene. I'm here, and I'm not leaving you," she spoke through gritted teeth as she fought to keep him restrained and close to her. His chest rose and fell rapidly, gasping for air between each word as he struggled against her grip. But she held on tight despite the wetness seeping into her clothes from his tears and still being wet from the shower. "No! Let me go! I hate you...I hate all of you!" he screamed, his voice raw with anguish and pain. Ignoring his outburst, Darlene held onto him tightly, trying to soothe him with gentle words that felt inadequate in such an intense moment. She had no idea what she was doing or how to handle this, but she had made a promise to herself to not leave him. He needed someone or something, and she wasn't going anywhere. He may have felt abandoned by everyone else in his life, but Darlene was determined to stay by his side no matter what. Avery kept trying to twist and turn to escape Darlene's caring arms, desperate to break free from her hold. Then Avery did something Darlene would have never suspected as she held him tight in her arms and close to her breast. She heard a wild snarl from Avery as he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Darlene felt a sharp, searing pain shoot through her body. She could feel his teeth piercing her skin, drawing a little blood as she winced in shock and surprise. “OW, fuck, that hurt!” Darlene cried out, letting go of Avery.   Avery quickly stood up and backed away into a corner away from her. His towel fell down. Exposing his full, naked, wet body. She could see the pain etched on his face, but she knew that it was not aimed at her personally. It was the product of years of built-up anger and hurt, and she would not give up on him now. The onslaught of screaming continued as Darlene stood up. Darlene's face contorted in pain as she rubbed her injured shoulder. Avery's wild and frantic movements, his hands flailing in the air as if trying to fight off an unseen enemy, his face twisted in a rage that Darlene couldn't fully understand. “Alright, I gave you a chance, Avery.” She shot back, still feeling the teeth in her shoulder. “If you want to act like a toddler, I will treat you like one!”  She shouted at him, but still, nothing broke through.   Darlene's instincts kicked in, her body moving with lightning speed as she dodged and weaved through Avery's violent punches. In a swift motion, she wrapped her arms around his wrists like a vice grip, pulling him towards the bed with all her might. She forcefully sat down, shouting at him to calm down. But Avery was beyond reason, thrashing and struggling against her hold like a madman. Desperate to subdue him, Darlene flipped him over her lap, his body slamming onto her thighs and knees with a sickening thud. Despite his struggles, she kept a firm hand on his back, pinning him down, his stomach pressed on her knees. As he gasped for air and hyperventilated, Avery continued to scream and thrash against Darlene's hold. But she remained resolute, taking a deep breath before bringing her hand down with all her might on his exposed bottom. The loud crack echoed through the room as the pain seared through Avery's body. The spanking stung, stung hard between force and the wet bare bottom, making it sting even more. “OW!” Avery cried as he continued to scream at her.   But Darlene knew this was necessary - possibly the only way to bring him back from the brink of rage-fueled madness. And so she continued to deliver sharp, stinging smacks. Darlene let another spanking flat across his butt. “I will stop when you calm down and behave, and I don’t have to scream at you anymore.” Through gritted teeth, he begged for her to stop as tears streamed down his face. The spanking hurt. They really hurt and stung as Avery tried to escape.  It wasn’t until the pain became almost unbearable that Avery started to calm down, but he was still hyperventilating and sobbing. But the cries were different.  They were not fit of rage and angry cries but sounded much more sorrowful and quieter.  Avery couldn’t stop crying.  He wasn’t sure what was going on with him.  He felt emotionally exhausted. Avery's body went limp, and he collapsed over her knees and on the bed in exhausted sobs. Only then did Darlene release her hold and sit back, panting heavily as she watched Avery slowly calm down. “Are you done?”  Darlene asked, but all she got was a nod, yes, and soft crying and heaving breathing between the cries as he lay across her lap. “All right then, I want you to stand up and go into the bathroom to rinse off your hair.”  He didn’t really move as he felt too drained.  Darlene finally reached for his hand, helped him stand up, and led him to the bathroom.  He was like a lost child right now. There was no adult in him.  She couldn't believe she was leading a crying young man, naked, towards the shower. Avery stood awkwardly next to the shower, his body tense, unmoving and exhausted. Darlene reached in and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to be just slightly warm. She could see him with his head down, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to catch his breath. "Come on," she said softly, gently guiding him into the shower. As the hot water cascaded over his body, he stayed still, allowing himself to be washed away by the soothing heat. With a reassuring touch, Darlene began to wash his hair and rinse out all the soap suds. Despite the embarrassment of being cared for like a child, Avery couldn't deny how calming and comforting it was to have someone else take care of him in this moment of vulnerability. Once finished, she turned off the shower and looked around the bathroom for some clean towels. She finally found one underneath the sink counter. She pulled out and unfolded a light tan old bath towel, which was too thin from overuse.  She grabbed one of his hands and pulled him out.  He was starting to calm down slowly but was still breathing and hard like ge couldn’t catch his breath.   She handed him the towel.  “Do you think you can dry yourself now?”  Avery just nodded as he grabbed it.  “If you are not out in two minutes and in your bedroom, I will come in and dry you myself, understood?”  She grabed his chin to make him look her in the eyes. Avery’s mind was a chaotic mess of conflicting emotions. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, from the events that had just transpired. Standing there, naked and vulnerable, as Darlene tried to lead him into the shower, he felt a deep sense of shame and embarrassment. But alongside those emotions were feelings of confusion and loss – why hadn’t Darlene just left him? Why had she chosen to remain by his side? And then there was the pain from her spanking – it stung deeply, both physically and emotionally. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t know what to say or how to express the jumbled mess of emotions inside him. It all felt so overwhelming, like he was on the edge of a cliff, ready to lose control at any moment. His hand moved gently over his skin, the old, worn towel absorbing the droplets of water and leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. As he dried himself, he could feel the soreness from Darlene's spanking, a reminder of her presence and her control. With each slow swipe of the towel, he tried to quell the storm inside him, to push away the conflicting emotions and just focus on this simple task. But even as he dried his body off, his mind was still swirling with questions and doubts. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally, but he knew there was no escaping Darlene's firm command to himself dried in two minutes. So he took his time, allowing himself a moment of respite before facing whatever came next. Darlene stepped out of the bathroom and looked over the room, taking in every detail. Again, I observed the dresser, which had a few diapers stacked and smashed Lego pieces, as evidence of Avery’s destructive outburst.  His bed was unmade and damp from where she had recently spanked him for his behavior. Looking down at herself, she noticed that her pants and blouse were also wet, now cold against her skin. Her heart rate was still beating fast for the adrenal rush as she tried to calm herself down, reminding herself that at least he wasn't screaming or yelling anymore. On the other side of the bed sat a large red stuffed dog, its fluffy fur slightly matted from years of being played with. And scattered across the floor were clothes thrown around only to be assumed dirty. While waiting, she walked to the closet to see what she might find.  Amazingly, the closet wasn’t a mess.  There weren’t many clothes there.  He had a few closed boxes on shelves.  What was odd about the closet was the colorful, thin mattress that lay down on the floor.  It was many an inch thick, which could that could be folded up for transportation.  It was blue on one side, green in the middle, and red on the other side.  Darlene couldn’t understand what that was for.  Unfortunately, she would have to catch up with her sister and explain everything that had transpired to her for her help, so she made a mental note of that.   Avery just stepped outside the bathroom as Darlene was closing the door. “I'm looking for something to get you dressed in.” She looked at Avery, who said nothing, and stood there with a towel around his waist. His crying had come down to breathing, heaving, and a sigh or a small cry between them. Darlene guided Avery to the edge of the bed, her steps slow and gentle as she grabbed on of the remaining diapers from the dresser. She could feel him resisting just a tad, his hand limp in hers, as they made their way across the small bedroom to his bed. He seemed oblivious to what was happening, his gaze fixed on the wall with a mix of exhaustion and emotion. Darene's heart ached for him, and she didn’t know what really triggered all this. Carefully, she lowered him onto the bed, her touch gentle and tentative. Darlene's hands were gentle as she unfolded the crisp, clean diaper beside Avery. She could feel his body's weight on the bed, but he did not react to her presence. His stillness only fueled her determination to take care of him. With each touch, she could sense his emotional turmoil, breaking her heart. She knew she needed to bring him home with her, where she could keep a watchful eye on him and make sure he was safe. The thought of leaving him alone in this fragile state was a terrifying one for Darlene. There was no telling what would happen if she left him now. Darlene brushed a strand of hair away from her face as she unfolded the soft, crinkly disposable diaper. He remained still and unresponsive, lost in his own world. She couldn't understand how someone could be in such a state of distress. It was like nothing she had ever witnessed before. But she knew she had to be there for him, no matter what it took. She hoped that her presence and care would provide some comfort to Avery in this difficult time. Darlene didn’t ask him to lift up; she just patted his thighs and then lifted them gently as Avery followed suit, having done this several times with her.  Darlene slide the fresh diaper under him.  The rash was getting better but still there, and unfortunately, she did not have any of her supplies. They were back in the office.  She adjusted it to ensure it sat comfortably around his waist, the elasticated edges fitting snugly but not too tightly. The adhesive tabs on either side were secured with care, a sound akin to ripping paper filling the air as they fastened securely in place. The diaper now sat neatly beneath him, its exterior white and unblemished, ready to serve its purpose with dignity and discretion. Avery felt the diaper being pulled between his legs and fastened tightly around his sides.  The material rustled gently against his skin, its inner layer designed for comfort and absorbency. He continues to get his breathing back under control.  He lay there looking up, not realizing Darlene left the room for a second or that she brought something back. He wasn’t aware of her till he heard her voice. “Avery, let's sit up,” he felt her gentle hand slide under his back as he lay still on his back, and she lifted him up to a sitting position.  I want you to sit in that chair and not move while I clean up a little.  You're coming home with me, and there is no arguing about it.  She led him over to the chair, where he sat down in just a diaper.  Avery still wasn’t processing everything that had happened yet and was still very distant from her. Darlene knelt down, her knees pressed into the soft carpet, and she kneeled down in front of Avery. She reached a gentle hand towards and cupped his chin, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were warm and determined. Two fingers pointed out towards her own eyes as she silently commanded him to look at her. The room was filled with the sound of rustling fabric as Avery shifted in his seat. “Look at me, Avery.  What you did was unacceptable.  You bite hard, and I am going to have a bruise and a scab on my shoulder.  You have tried to kick and hit me, and I haven’t left.  I am right here.  Right now, you are not in the right frame of mind.  I don’t know how else to explain it, but you acted like you were having a tantrum like a toddler.  Therefore, I am going to treat you like a toddler for at least the remainder of the night.”  There was no response in Avery’s eyes as they just looked at her, and tears continued to slide down his face.  “What this means is that I will make all the decisions tonight.  I don’t trust what happened here, and honestly, I am very confused right now, but I am not leaving you.  You can fight me, and we can repeat what just happened, your choice.” Avery just nodded yes, that he understood.  He didn’t have it in him to fight her right now, and he wasn’t sure what he wanted.  He was too emotionally exhausted and confused to make any decisions right now or care to. So, Avery sat in the chair quietly, not wanting to move from it.   Darlene stood up again. “Ok, let me clean up some; I can’t leave your carpet all wet and let it grow mold and mildew. I don’t want the carpet to mold and mildew.  God only knows if you would even clean it yourself from the looks of this place.” Before we leave, I want you to grab me all your medications so we don’t miss any. She handed in a small plastic grocery bag that she found in his kitchen pantry. Then, you can grab anything else you want for the night. Darlene waited for a while in the living room as Avery returned from the bedroom. Darlene had to take a step back. He was standing there with the bag of medications but clutching something—the big red stuffed dog hugged tightly in his left arm. Still, there were no words as he looked too exhausted. She saw how much he loved that large stuffed dog to have brought it out with him to return to her house in such a vulnerable state. “That dog is cute. Does he have a name?” she asked. Avery mumbled something, but Darlene didn’t get it. She thought she would ask again as she walked up to Avery, grabbed the small plastic bag with his meds, and grabbed his hand as they walked out of the apartment together.  

Thankfully no one saw her on the way to the door but after the door closed, she squirmed and tried to escape Anya’s grasp, hoping to make one final stand and get her out of her house (and maybe get this pacifier out of her mouth while she was at it).