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Chapter 13 : The Holidays… Welcome back, my JJ Little Diaper Babies.  I do apologize for what happened at the end of the last chapter.  I must have dozed off in the middle of writing the ending.  There was supposed to be a discussion about what the next chapter was going to be about, but I was so tired that I just fell asleep in my chair.  And now…oh…Daddy just checked my diapey and told me that I need a changie.  Maybe you should use this time to get yourself into a fresh diapey while my daddy changes me.  I’m coming, daddy.  Be right back my JJ Littles… In a fresh diapey?  Daddy changed me into a JJ Cozy Crinklez (coming soon!).  And let me tell you, my JJ Fam.  There’s nothing more comforting than being changed into a fresh diaper.  Now, where was I when I took an unexpected nap before ending the last chapter?  Oh yes!  With October about to happen, the holidays were just around the corner. Two months later, I was walking through the King of Prussia Mall with my twin sister Jen.  And…what?  You wanted a recap of what happened during the last couple of months?  To be fair, two months is a lot of time to cut out, considering how fast my life had changed from Diaper Girl turning me into a popular streamer overnight.  Well, not overnight exactly.  It took about a month for my following to grow in totally insane numbers.  Okay.  Since you are all such a nice audience, I will give all of you babies an early Christmas present.  You get an exhaustive and unabridged recap of every key event that has happened from October to December.  Then, we will discuss the fun events leading up to Christmas and New Year’s.  You are all very welcome, my JJ Little Besties… To offer you a short version of my next meeting with my therapist, I gave her my list of all the baby things that I needed to be in my little space.  In doing this, she also suggested the idea of me making subtle changes to my clothing so that I would look more like a Little without being blatantly obvious.  That would clearly mean no onesie body suits.  No footed sleepers.  No pacifier with clip hanging off of the collars of my clothing.  But I could dress in pastel colors and wear cutesy outfits that would make it very easy for me to enter my little space.  She also suggested that I only wear ABDL diapers, as no one would really notice what diapers I was wearing underneath, due to me wearing skirts most of the time at this point.  I could wear onesies underneath my tops and skirts, but I felt that this would make more sense with pants or overalls as it would make diaper changes a little more difficult.  Having to unsnap the three crotch buttons before removing the diaper was too tedious for me in most situations so I preferred to just have a skirt covering my diaper.  All I needed to do was lift up the skirt, remove the diaper, and change.  Very easy.  And if you are a guy, I am very sorry.  This is definitely a case where being a female does have its advantages. There was, however, one thing that I told my therapist, and that was my relationship with Gary.  For my dates with him, I still had at least 30 to 40 pink Trest diapers on hand, as I always had the custom of showing him my diaper bag (main compartment only, as I had a few pacifiers in some smaller pouches.  Whenever I wasn’t on dates with Gary, I stuffed a changing mat inside, as I knew a lot of family restrooms that I could use for my diaper changes. And over the days that have passed since my first appointment with Dr. Stillman, I have been talking to Glytter a lot more often about little space and how to manage it.  One of my more interesting conversations happened right after my second appointment with Dr. Stillman. I entered 2202 and entered my bedroom in the apartment.  BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! I checked my cell phone and I saw Glytter on the Caller ID.  There was no picture of her yet, as Glytter was very shy about her appearance. I swiped the answer button.  “Hi Glytter!” “Hi Jill!  How did your appointment go with your therapist!” I smiled as I was reaching for the pacifier that I had in my front pocket.  I pulled it out and gave it a few quick sucks.  “It was good.  We talked about the night that I got drunk and had the traumatic accident in more detail.” “Oh!  You told me about that!  See?  Now that makes a lot more sense than wine causing permanent incontinence.  So, how are you doing with a little space?” I twirled a few strands of hair around my fingers.  “It’s going wonderful.  I already told you that my sister has to support my treatment.  But I have a very weird question for you.” “Weird?  I’ve heard many things from many people, Jill.  Nothing you tell me is going to be too weird.” My face turned red as I hesitated for a few seconds.  “Um…Glytter?  I was thinking of trying to mess my diaper on purpose to help me into my little space.  How do you get past the gross out factor?” I heard Glytter laughing on the other end.  “Jill…You are talking to someone who is totally used to doing that.  When I mess, there are often times that I don’t even notice until I begin smelling it.  And when that happens, it’s no different than peeing.  It’s just me saying ‘Yup.  I messed another diaper!’  I do advise you that you don’t stay in a messed diaper for too long.  A little while is okay, but you do want to get out of it as soon as possible.  I guess that it has never really been gross to me, as I have been pooping my diapers since I was a baby.  I guess I’m that used to it.  But from my other friends in the community, they just tell me that you get used to it.  And even stranger than that, you get used to the smell.  I myself have gotten used to the smell of my messes so it sometimes takes daddy to notice it before he changes me.” I nodded and sighed.  “I wish that Gary could be my daddy.  Does your daddy live with you?” “He doesn’t live with me yet, as I made it clear that we would not be sharing the same room until we are married.  He does come over a lot during the daytime.  We’re planning the wedding and it’s going to be in February, about three weeks before CAPCon.” I frowned.  “CAPCon?  What is CAPCon?” “What is CAPCon, Jill?  Only the best ABDL conference ever!  I’ve been to four CAPCons so far.  It would’ve been five, but they cancelled it in 2021 due to COVID…Do you want to go to CAPCon 2024?  Tickets go on sale in January.  I know this since I am planned to be a speaker at this CAPCon.  I can get us a room with two queen beds.  It would be me, daddy, TinyTrish, and you.  What do you say, Jill?” I smiled.  I had no idea that a conference for ABDL’s actually existed.  While my sister would not have any part in this event at all, it would be a wonderful way to dive deeper into my little space and meet a lot more Little friends.  “Sure Glytter!  Let me know when registration goes live in January!” “I will!  You are going to LOVE CAPCon, Jill.  Little space is normal there, so you can be your sweet baby self!  I kid you not.  There are Littles that are walking around in just T-shirts and diapers.  They can do that, just as long as they’re wearing something that is covering their privates.  I will be wearing my cute onesies, and you’ll finally get a face reveal!” I nodded.  I couldn’t even imagine what Glytter actually looked like, considering that her voice sounded just like a child’s.  If no one knew who Glytter was, they would think that they’re just speaking to a little girl over the phone.  If I were to guess, her voice sounded just like a three-year-old’s...If a three-year-old was very articulate and had an adult’s vocabulary… “Sounds fun, Glytter!  Well, I will try messing my diaper today and I’ll let you know how that goes.  I also need to get ready for my stream today.  Yesterday’s was crazy.  300,000 bits donated over the course of the whole stream!  I can’t believe how different my life is now.  I mean, I still feel like a normal person, even though everyone makes a big deal out of me…” “And that’s great, Jill.  Don’t let the fame go to your head.  Just look at it with humility.  You still feeling normal is a wonderful way to handle it.  You may not have gotten that anchor job, but wow.  You are so blessed!” This made me cry a little bit.  “I know.  I have such a wonderful community.  Now, I’m getting hangry.  I’ll talk to you later.  Bye!” After my conversation with Glytter, I made a trip to Walgreens to purchase some laxatives.  If I was going to shit myself, I wanted to shit myself good…I bought a couple boxes of suppositories and entered my bedroom.  I opened the box and stuck one into my butt and followed all the directions.  About 45 minutes later, I felt a stinging pain in my abdomen and a loud churning sound.  The pressure was building up and becoming more and more intense. Finally, I could not hold in my bowels anymore and everything released all at once.  I heard a loud fart as the back of my diaper was quickly filling up with a stinky mass.  I cringed as I stood up, feeling the warm and gooey mass stick to myself as I walked around my bedroom.  I then noticed the smell, which almost made me gag.  What did I just do?  As I began to immediately experience remorse over my explosively messy accident, I suddenly felt a warmth rushing into myself and felt the diaper begin to swell and expand between my legs.  I was used to that, but I wasn’t used to messing myself at all. I spent the next 20 minutes changing my horrifyingly messy diaper.  For some added context, all I want you to do is imagine your messiest accident and then multiply it by 10.  That’s about what I experienced.  Fortunately, there were no blowouts, but if I had had one more explosion, there most certainly would have been. Besides that messy diaper, the more fun part of my day was playing through all of the 2D Mario Games before Super Mario Bros. Wonder came out on October 20th.  Considering how I wanted to beat every single 2D Mario game 100%, I needed to have two bonus streams on Saturday (October 7th and October 14th) to allow enough time to do this.  During the first week, I played through Super Mario Bros., Super Mario Bros. 2 (Lost Levels), Super Mario Bros. 2 (US), Super Mario Bros. 3, Super Mario World, Super Mario Land 1, Super Mario Land 2, and started New Super Mario Bros. for the rest of Thursday, all of Friday, and all of Saturday.  In preparation for this 2D Mario Marathon, I watched speedrun videos of all of the Mario games that I have already played.  Since New Super Mario Bros. and all the other games were brand new to me, I didn’t watch any of the speedruns as I did not want to spoil the gameplay.  This, however, had no impact on my performance as I was able to figure out New Super Mario Bros. blind, considering how many other Mario Games I have already played.  Every one of the 947 people watching were astounded at how good I was at platforming and recommended that I try out some Mario Maker levels.  Upon hearing this suggestion, I declined the chat’s suggestions as I wanted to finish all of the 2D Mario Games in time for Super Mario Bros. Wonder. For week two, I finished New Super Mario Bros., New Super Mario Bros. Wii, and New Super Mario Bros. 2.  For New Super Mario Bros. Wii, I HATED 9-7 as I was always falling through the ice trying to get the last Star Coin.  I spent about 20 minutes on that level before finally securing a victory.  And don’t get me started on New Super Mario Bros. 2.  Getting to one million coins was a pain in the butt and after finally doing it, I never wanted to collect a stinking coin again.  Seriously.  One million coins was one million headaches for Jillian Jennings. Finally, for week three, I spent all of Monday through Thursday trying to 100% New Super Mario Bros. U.  On Wednesday, Superstar Road 2 and Superstar Road 6 can just kiss my ass, as I spent so many lives trying to beat these levels.  The first levels had a million P-Switches that I had to time perfectly and the second level had so many fire bars that I had to dodge.  But you know what?  I did it!  And on Thursday, I followed that shell in Superstar Road 9 and got all three Star Coins.  I beat it!  Every 2D Mario Game with about four hours to spare.  And just in time to see my Twitch audience finally climb to over 1,000.  1,067 people watched me spend the rest of the stream playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons, since I didn’t want to start New Super Luigi U until I at least 100% beat Super Mario Bros. Wonder.  When I completed New Super Mario Bros. U, the fireworks began.  Lamtastic was totally awesome, and he gifted 100 Subs!  Then there was 1,000-bit donations given out left and right.  Then two more rounds of 50 gift subs!  After that, a few more donated 10,000 bits a piece.  This brought the Hype Train to a Level 21, and it was still climbing.  Overall, the Hype Train just completed Level 24 and a total of 348,122 bits and 254 subs were gifted.  If you were to do some quick math, I made another $4,000 during that Hype Train alone since every one of those gift subs were Tier 1’s. Before I get to the WONDERful new Mario game, it would be worth mentioning the new things that I have been doing to better promote my little space.  As the days went by, I decided on skirts that had light and colorful pastels.  My tops were all typically white with colored stripes to contrast the multi-colored pastels that could be found on my skirts.  I wore thigh high socks with the colored stripes usually matching my top.  I made two simple pigtails with the tips of them almost resting just above the underside of my elbow joints.  From my new look, I got a lot of positive remarks and was often told by chat just how cute I was.  What they didn’t know was that I wanted to look little and in my own mind, I was just a three-year-old girl with cute pigtails that still needed to wear diapers.  Only Glytter knew the real reason behind my new style choices which I secretly called “ABDL Chic”.  My Glytter pacifier was zipped in my purse, just waiting to be sucked on during my streaming breaks, which I also used to change my diaper.  To match my new look, Glytter redesigned all of the Jillian emotes with me in my simple hair tied pigtails that rested on both my elbows (although I sometimes did Dutch braided pigtails if I was in a more creative mood). The other thing worth mentioning was that I started a new YouTube channel on October 2nd called Jillian in Diapers.  This was an ABDL channel that I started to share my little space with other ABDL’s and address a lot of different ABDL related topics.  The launch of this channel happened as a result of binge watching a bunch of different ABDL channels after getting back from my first therapy session with Dr. Stillman.  From what I saw, I felt that I could begin comfortably sharing my little space with everyone.  After announcing it on Discord, I ended up gaining 103,456 subscribers on the first day.  And along with the five videos that I already had ready to go, Jillian in Diapers was off to a good start.  By the time that I got to the day where I started Super Mario Bros. Wonder.  Jillian in Diapers had 323,578 subscribers and was outperforming my JillianPlays YouTube channel, which only had 273,361 subscribers.  I was already making $12,850.50 off of Jillian in Diapers.  I was still making twice as much off of JillianPlays overall since I started it earlier on. And one more thing, my JJ Little Besties.  Having had a rather unpleasant experience from trying laxatives to make myself mess my diapers, I decided to give that a few more tries.  To my surprise, it began to feel less and less gross every time that I did it.  I don’t think that the grossness went away, but that I was sinking deeper and deeper into my little space.  After 20 or more messings in about a week and a half, I was starting to get to the point where it just didn’t bother me anymore.  If I had to shit, I just did it then and there in my diaper with very minimal effort.  I really couldn’t help it since I was just a diaper baby.  I never bothered to use the toilet anymore, and I found it quite weird to stare at as I was getting ready after taking showers.  That got me thinking about taking baths, as I wanted to feel as little as possible.  And not just any bath, I needed bath toys and my very own rubber ducky.  All this would come in due time. In getting back to the Super Mario Bros. Wonder game, I really enjoyed it.  It was a fresh new 2D Mario experience, compared to all the other 2D Mario games that I just finished playing.  I loved the variety of all the different characters that I could choose from, and I found myself swapping characters and badges constantly just to try them all out.  And everyone, can I just take a moment to tell you how CUTE the singing piranha plants are?  I’m glad that I had to do that level more than once, since I missed a hidden exit that had the other Wonder Seed.  I was having so much fun with this game that I lost track of time.  And before I knew it, my stream time ran out. That night, I saw my sister putting the finishing touches on our Halloween costumes for the Mario Kart streaming night.  I wanted to be Princess Peach, but at my sister’s suggestion, I ended up being Princess Daisy.  And from the Mario Kart races that I have seen and a few Princess Daisy videos, my personality seems to match Princess Daisy a lot more.  I was a lot more tomboyish and outspoken like Daisy, and my twin sister Jen was quieter and more reserved like Princess Peach was.  Because of our costume choices, Gary decided to be Luigi and Joey decided to be Mario, since both of those romantic pairings were known in the Mario universe.  Mario and Peach were a pair, as well as Luigi and Daisy, which were also a pair.  For the October 28th Mario Kart night, Trisha would be dressed up as Female Villager and Bradley would be dressed up as Male Villager.  Mark dressed up as Link. In the week leading up to Saturday’s Halloween Mario Kart night, I had a frustrating time trying to complete one of the special stages in Super Mario Bros. Wonder.  It was a level where I had to “climb to the beat”.  This was a harder version of the level that I already did where I had to jump, jump, jump like crazy across all the colored platforms before they disappeared.  What made this level so hard was that I had to wall jump up the entire level to a beat that was getting progressively faster.  And I couldn’t dawdle, as a pit of poison was gradually rising up with the beat that kept getting faster.  Because of this level alone, I ended up spending the remainder of Monday’s stream trying to complete the level, but to no avail.  It wasn’t until Tuesday that I finally beat that level.  My JJ Little Besties, while I didn’t directly swear on stream, I was very clearly saying this in my head:  Fuck this level. I actually got all the large purple coins, the Wonder Seed, AND the flagpole and I never want to do this level AGAIN!!! The rest of the levels were not that difficult by comparison.  Even the remaining special levels were not that bad.  The Bowser in this game was a cake walk, as I only had to dodge his note Piranha Plants and spike balls by getting out of the way.  I learned this from New Super Mario Bros. Wii. The only other level that I had difficulty getting through was the very last special level in Super Mario Bros. Wonder.  While I just got to the level towards the end of the stream, I couldn’t even get to the first checkpoint before the stream ended.  On Friday, I spent almost the entire stream trying to get through the level.  I started the level with 99 lives and after burning through 74 of them, I finally beat the level, luckily reaching the flagpole (thank God).  What helped me the most in being able to beat the level was bringing a reserve powerup with me and using it at the right part of the level.  This got me through a very hard part of the level and to the final checkpoint.  I enjoyed the last badge of the game, and grinded a few more coins to get all the remaining standees that I missed.  With that, Super Mario Wonder was 100% beat within a week of me starting it.  I felt so accomplished.  I wonder if this is the kind of feeling that Gary has every time that he completes a video game?  Anyway, my reputation for 100% completing games has attracted more followers to my channel and it gave me an idea for a new special segment for my JillianPlays YouTube channel. Saturday came around and to prepare for that day, both Jen and I dyed our hair.  I dyed my hair orange to look like Princess Daisy.  Jen dyed her hair blonde to look like Princess Peach.  After we got the right hair color, we styled the hair to look just like each of the princesses.  Jen even made crowns for each one of our costumes.  And the orange dress that she made for Princess Daisy looked just like the one that she wore in the game.  Jen even got the green Daisy earrings, orange slippers, and white gloves.  Fully clad in my Daisy costume, I began belting out her oh so annoying catchphrase: “HI I’M DAISY!!!”  Jen had pink slippers for her Princess Peach costume, and even had a pink parasol as an extra accessory.  Both our costumes were based off of the versions in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, and we both looked amazing in them. Later on, we got to see how all the other costumes turned out.  Both Gary and Joey decided to grow out their moustaches since the weekend that we went to Twins Days, so they both had an outstanding moustache for Mario and Luigi.  Neither of their costumes disappointed either, as Gary’s Luigi had a very authentic looking Luigi hat.  He had a green shirt, white gloves, blue overalls, and brown work shoes.  And since Gary was just a little taller than Joey, he was just born to be Luigi.  Joey’s overalls were a slightly lighter blue to match Mario’s overalls color.  Like Gary, he had the authentic Mario hat with white gloves and brown work shoes.  The costumes were just amazing.  Jen and I took pictures of the “Mario Brothers” while Gary and Joey took pictures of Jen and I as Princess Peach and Princess Daisy.  When Bradley and Trisha got there, they took pictures of the four of us standing together.  Mark then arrived sporting a fairly decent Link. That night, we played some more Mario Kart, while enjoying some pizza and some Halloween candy that we had for dessert.  Like before, I didn’t see Trisha use the bathroom once for anything.  I used the bathroom once to change into a new diaper (and suck on my pacifier pretending that I was Baby Daisy).  Since Trisha’s Female Villager costume had her wearing a red dress, her diaper was not noticeable if she was wearing one at all.  Everyone else used the bathroom, which made Trisha stick out like a sore thumb. Of everyone who got first place that night, I got first with Daisy.  Trisha got first with Female Villager.  Jen then got first with Peach.  It was no surprise that both Gary and Joey got first a handful of times that night, as they do every Mario Kart night. After a satisfying night of playing Mario Kart in our festive Halloween costumes and eating a ton of Halloween candy, we all called it a night.  Everyone left.  It was now time to go to bed. Their timing was perfect, as Jen gave me a strange look. “Jill!”  Jen sighed.  “I think you need a new diapey!” I sniffed around myself and discovered the strong odor that Jen was already aware of before I was.  At this point, I was so used to the smell that I didn’t even realize that I messed myself.  I might have done so out of muscle memory just as they were leaving.  “Oh.  Well, I guess I need to change now…” Jen shrugged her shoulders.  “Jill, you just messed in your diaper.  I would think that you would be more upset about it.” I smiled.  “Really, I’m not.  Like peeing, I’m getting very used to messing at this point…” Jen gave me a teasing smile.  “Your little space, right?” I nodded.  “I’ve been pretending that I’m a baby whenever I’m messing my diaper now.  I believe that this is starting to happen subconsciously now.  My body knows when I am going to poop so I just begin to act like baby…”  At that moment, I was overcome with a strong urge to suck on my pacifier, so I got my pacifier and began to suck on it like a lollipop.  I then began to make loud cooing sounds.  And, oh…the little space was on me so strong that I could not speak another intelligible word to my sister for the rest of the night.  Any attempt to speak to her just sounded like baby babble.  I was also unable to stand.  My legs wobbled as I lost balance and fell on the floor, landing on my cushioned diapered butt.  I crawled over to my sister and shook my pink Simba glass feeding bottle in a crying fit. Jen sighed and grabbed my bottle.  “Second time this week.  Baby Jilly is in her baby trance…”  Jen has already called Dr. Stillman about me being in what she called a “baby trance”.  For that, Dr. Stillman recommended that she took care of me like I was a baby.  With that, Jen helped me get to my room with my baby bottle and she removed my Princess Daisy dress, gloves, crown, earrings, and slippers.  I was getting all fussy while she was doing all of this. Jen then was tasked with having to change me out of my stinky diaper.  I made it none the easier since I wanted to crawl away from her while she tried to change me.  Frustrated, she pinned me to the changing mat while she cleaned all the yucky mess off of me.  About 20 wipes later, I was all clean.  But I was really throwing a fit now since I wanted my baa baa.  Knowing this, Jen hurried as she treated a rashy area with some Aquaphor and powdered a new Animooz diaper.  She firmly pinned me down and stuck a pacifier in my mouth to stop me from whining.  She put me in my Rearz Little Monsters footed sleeper and clipped my Glytter pacifier on my collar.  She then guided me to my bed and began feeding me my baa baa that I wanted so badly. Surprisingly, Jen looked calm and not upset.  “There you go,” she said, speaking to me in a sing-song voice.  “There’s my little Jilly Bean…You feel better?”  Something looked different about my twin sister.  It was almost like she was enjoying her motherly role.  “There.  You drank all your milk.  Now I need to burp you.  Here…” She gave me a few pats on the back and I let out a few belches.  “There!  Did Jilly have her burpies?  Time for bed, my Jilly Bean…” Jen got me into my bed and tucked me in. At this point, I thought that my sister was leaving, but she wasn’t done.  Instead, she found a bedtime story on her cell phone and she read it to me. “Remember this one, Jilly?” My sister said in her motherly voice.  “This was our favorite bedtime story when we were little…Well, you’re still my little baby so you’re going to enjoy it!  It’s called ‘Goodnight Moon’.  Do you see all the pictures?  Yeah.  I see you do…”  Jen read the lines of the first seven pages showing me each picture before flipping to the next page.  “In the great green room…” she read, flipping the page. “There was a telephone…And a red balloon…And a picture of…The cow jumping over the moon.  See the moon, Jilly?” As my twin sister began reading the later pages, I fell asleep.  When she saw that I did this, she gave me a gentle hug and whispered her goodnight to me: “Goodnight, my Jilly Bean.  See you in the morning!” The next thing that I remembered was it being two in the morning.  At this point, I was completely snapped out of my “baby trance”.  I will have to apologize to my sister for my infantile behavior in the morning. In the morning, I did just that to my sister.  Surprisingly, she didn’t look upset. “Jill, don’t worry about it.”  Jen told me.  “That was the second time it happened, and I already spoke to Dr. Stillman after it happened the first time.  She told me that when you are experiencing a regression episode, it is my job to take care of you.  I need to help you in that situation to help in healing your inner child.  Really Jill.  It’s okay.  I think of it as wonderful practice for when I have an actual child someday.” I gave her a sigh of relief.  “Thanks.” During that next week, I spent most of it playing through New Super Luigi U., which was a bonus pack that served as an add-on to New Super Mario Bros. U.  For Friday, I just decided to play more Animal Crossing: New Horizons as I wanted to start playing Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars on the SNES, and Gary would need to provide me with a special setup to do that.  He would provide me with his CRT TV and a special capture device that could plug into my computer and get the footage onto the stream. Gary would set up the TV, the SNES and the capture device over the weekend so I could start Super Mario RPG on Monday. After finishing my stream for November 3rd, my sister entered my room with a very curious look on her face. “Jill,” she said, pointing to my computer screen.  “Can you please show me your dashboard?  I would like to know how much you earned for October.  For Twitch and your YouTube channel…” I frowned.  “You mean channels?  I started a new one at the beginning of October called Jillian in Diapers…” Jen nodded, matter-of-factly.  “For your little space, right?” I nodded.  “And you’re not going to believe this.  Right now, Jillian in Diapers is actually doing better than JillianPlays.” Jen glanced at the two channels and gasped.  “Jillian in Diapers has 581,234 subscribers and JillianPlays has just…303,468 subscribers?  This is amazing, Jill!  Let’s go back to Twitch, since that seems to be making you the most money right now.  I want to put together a spreadsheet of all your monthly earnings.  It will be set up in a manner that is quite similar to my monthly earnings.  Let’s see…Twitch.  You currently have…oh my gosh!  1,046,943 followers?” “And 51,078 subscribers…” I added.  “And that’s what I made.”  I pointed to the number, which made Jen gasp in shock. “$133,605!”  Jen gasped.  “Wow…You certainly will make more than my salary off of Twitch alone next month.  That’s…almost what I make in one year!  And you’re making it in one month?!!  That’s just Twitch.  What are your earnings for both JillianPlays and Jillian in Diapers?” “$25,545 for JillianPlays and $33,501 from Jillian in Diapers.” I told her proudly. Jen nodded.  “Okay.  So $59,046 for YouTube! That’s a total of…$192,651!  So yes, Jill.  With all three of your revenue streams, you are making more than my annual salary in one month!  Oh, I can’t believe it!  And if you add the $92,641.30 that you made from August and September, that’s a total of $285,292.30!  You know what this means, Jill?  You can pay off your college debt!  I would wait until at least next month to make sure that you have enough…” I nodded as a few tears came out of my eyes.  What she just told me reminded me of just how desperate I was when I first came to live with my twin sister four and a half months ago.  I only had $20.89!  I couldn’t even pay next month’s rent, let alone my college debt!  And now, here I was, making more money than what I could even dream of making.  Why, I didn’t even deserve any of this money.  Everyone was just giving it to me.  All because of a TikTok video that went viral as a result of me not carefully concealing my diaper during a Twitch stream.  I had no idea who was watching me that day.  But whoever it was, I don’t know why they thought that it was a good idea to make some crazy TikTok dance of me with my partially exposed diaper.  As a result of this crazy coincidence, I ended up becoming famous on Twitch by accident.  The viral Diaper Girl meme, which was still growing with 544 million views and 46 million likes was a stupid video, but it somehow worked.  The direct link to my Twitch Account directed a lot of traffic to my JillianPlays channel and has made it into one of the fastest growing channels on Twitch.  Most of the weirdos have been weeded out by now, and my channel now has a reputation of just a cute gamer girl that just loves to play video games and is just starting to get good at playing them. Jen then had me check my PFCU account.  I showed her the balance and her jaw dropped. “$276,494.89!” Jen gasped.  “Well, I can officially say it.  You have more money in your savings account than I do now.  I have almost six figures, but not quite.  Keep up the good work, Jill!  Play those video games and become a pro at them!” I laughed and nodded.  Considering how seriously that I treated my Twitch job, being good at video games was something that I needed to learn, as it would most certainly set myself apart from all the other female streamers on Twitch.  This would definitely have me rank high in the gaming category.  If I wanted to be the highest, I would have to exceed Samurai’s nearly 20 million followers. Over the next four days, I played through Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars.  Playing an RPG for the first time felt rather strange, as I was unfamiliar with the mechanics with the turn-based battle system.  But having watched a few videos on RPG’s, I kind of knew what to expect.  RPG’s were story-driven, and featured enemies on the battle screen that each had a set number of hit points.  In addition to this, most enemies had either a physical or elemental weakness, leaving it up to me to figure out what each enemy’s weakness was.  RPG’s had towns and different areas to explore, with some of those areas being entirely optional, as it was not essential to completing the main story of the game.  In having this basic knowledge on RPG’s, I was ready to play Super Mario RPG.  That, and I remembered watching Gary play the game for about an hour. By the time that I streamed on Wednesday, I already had five of the seven stars, and I was about to enter Monstro Town.  Once I talked to the Toad lady named Monstermama and found out that I needed the Sky Troopas to scale the Lands End cliff, I went to the very next area next door and found an orange Chow that wanted to see if I could do 30 Super Jumps in a row.  He told me that the highest that I did was 13.  So, for the rest of the stream, I made it my goal to try and get 30 Super Jumps.  The chat recommended that I go over to Mushroom Way and practice on Spikeys.  GaretheBear recommended that I jump on Goombas instead, as the close proximity to Mario’s Pad would allow me to recover my FP if I were to run out.  With that, I took Gary’s suggestion and began jumping on Goombas. About 20 minutes later, I made my next Super Jump attempt on another set of Goombas.  I jumped on the right most Goomba, as it allowed me the greatest amount of time to see Mario on the screen before he landed on the Goomba.  I was now getting really nervous as I now had more than 20 Super Jumps.  21…22…23…24…25…26…27…28…Mario stopped jumping and I let out a frustrated sigh.  “28 Super Jumps!  Almost!” That’s when I read the chat: GaretheBear:  Actually, it’s 27.  The first jump does not count.  You need 30 TIMED Super Jumps as you could get 0 Super Jumps without timing the button once. I sighed.  “Well everyone, I’m going to take a break and then give this another try…” I took another break, mainly because I just messed my diaper.  I’m very glad that the stream doesn’t have smell-o-vision as they would all be able to smell the horrible stench coming from my messy diaper.  And with my diaper starting to feel warm now, it was time for another change. After changing into a fresh diaper (and sucking on my Glytter pacie), I returned from my break and gave the Super Jumping a few more tries. About 10 minutes later, I tried again.  I was now in a state of panic, as I once again had more than 20 Super Jumps.  22…23…24…25…26…27…28…29…30…31…32…33…34…35...36…37…Mario stopped jumping and 400 hit points was dealt to the Goomba, which was way more than enough to kill him.  “37!” I shouted.  “This challenge is now over.  Time to go talk to the Chow in Monstro Town…” I went to Monstro Town, and I talked to the Chow.  He rewarded me with the Attack Scarf.  He then said something that made my heart sink.  He wanted to know if I could do 100 Super Jumps in a row.  “WHAT?!” I shouted.  “100?!!  How?!  All I got was 37!  How the heck am I supposed to get to 100?!”  I looked at the chat and read the rapid comments that came flooding by.  Even though slow chat was enabled, the chat still went pretty fast, considering that 1,186 people were watching my stream live: (Mod Badge) Glytter:  That was wonderful, Jill!  I never even got the Attack Scarf so you’re already doing better than me! Lamtastic:  Wow!  Congratulations Jillian!  Are you going to try for 100? EeveeGirl89:  30?  Wow.  I’ve never done that many Super Jumps before!  JillianYAY HannahBanana:  JillianGasp JillianYAY Congratulations Jillian! Justintime2000:  Sweet!  30 Super Jumps! BrutalDonut: Wow!  You just got 30?! (Mod Badge) MewMewGirl1998:  Jillian, I am so proud of you!  Congratulations! (VIP Badge) LforLuigi95:  Yes!  Congrats on the 30!  Are you going for 100? (VIP Badge) SpicySparkleSteph:  Whoa!  You got the 30 jumps!  I might try it again!  I got sooooo close… After that was a flood of JillianYAYs each from different users, since slow chat only allowed a user to post a new chat every two minutes, due to the high volume of users in my stream. Lamtastic then donated 3,000 more bits because I got 30 Super Jumps.  This caused a 3,000-bit hype train, of which at least 35-40 users participated in.  Overall, I ended up with a level 12 Hype Train, with 120,000 bits donated. From the totally awesome hype train, I decided to do the unthinkable.  I was going to try to get 100 Super Jumps, no matter how long it took. For the last two hours of the stream, that was all that I did.  I noted all my failed attempts.  18, 23, 28, 24, 27, 29....Most of my failed attempts had me only getting 13 Super Jumps.  About 15 minutes before my stream ended, I broke 30 again, but it was only 32 this time.  I had no idea if I would ever get to 100 Super Jumps… After getting ready for bed and drinking my pink Simba baby bottle, I looked up Super Jump strategy videos on YouTube, and I found a user named Puffin who had a YouTube video from 2016, which showed a strategy on how to get to 100 Super Jumps.  What surprised me was that Puffin was a woman, as most of the Super Jump strategy videos were made by guys.  She described her video as a “Guide for noobs, by another noob”.  Puffin broke down the technical details of the super jumping strategy, displaying faded sprites of Mario indicating each frame of timing, until only 3 faded sprites of Mario were left.  I learned that the timing was so fast that I had to press the button when I expected Mario to land on the Goomba and just memorize the rhythm and timing window.  At the end of the video, she explained that there was no one-size-fits-all strategy to get 100 Super Jumps and that it was all about finding the placebo that worked the best for me.  Watching her video gave me a lot of encouragement, as here she was…a woman who got 100 Super Jumps on Super Mario RPG.  If Puffin can do it, so could I.  Feeling thoroughly encouraged, I sucked on my Glytter pacie and fell asleep. The next day, I did a few practice sessions for trying to get 100 Super Jumps.  She mentioned how a lot of it was a mind game, so whether I got anything between 14 and 100, it was all in my head.  I looked for the tip of Mario’s shoe to touch the Goomba and I pressed the button just before he touched down.  I was very surprised at my results.  44, 35, 39, 47, 43, and….76!  A rush of excitement came over me when I got 76 Super Jumps for the very first time.  Puffin’s strategy was working, because this noob who has never played Super Mario RPG before just got 76 Super Jumps.  If I could get 76, I could get 100.  And before you tell me that it’s 75, it’s not.  I never count the first jump anymore, so all the numbers are correct.  All I needed to do was to calm my nerves when I reached 50 or more Super Jumps in my later attempts. When the stream started, I went right back to my 100 Super Jump attempts.  Before I started, I let the chat know that I found a wonderful Super Jump strategy video that got me from 37 yesterday to 76 today.  I watched a flood of JillianYAYs flood the chat as I began my attempts. After nearly an hour of getting 48, 42, 59, 67, 71, 84, 89, and various other attempts in the lower numbers for Super Jumps, I tried again.  Having done so many Super Jumps at this point, I found my placebo.  The perfect calmness that I needed to steady my nerves long enough to last the minute and a half needed to get 100 Super Jumps.  This was the same calmness that I discovered when I got 89 Super Jumps just 20 minutes earlier.  I relaxed and began the attempt.  Moments later, I was still on point.  25…26…27…28…29…30…31…I showed no sign of nervousness.  Out of respect, the chatting was at a minimum as they knew how much concentration I needed to pull this off.  57…58…59…60…I was still perfectly poised in my placebo, pressing the Y button every 20th of a second without delay.  78…79…80…81…I was getting very close to 89 once again.  87…88…89…90…I could not believe it.  This was the first time that I have gotten 90 or more Super Jumps.  But the excitement could not be relished, as my nerves were still comfortably still in a zen-state of calmness.  I just needed that calmness to last a little bit longer.  94…95…96…97…98!...99!!!!....100!!!  I let out a very loud scream of excitement as I watched Mario deal 904 hit points to a Goomba.  I watched the flood of JillianYAYs and all the various other congratulatory messages that were rapidly exploding in chat: GaretheBear:  100!!!!! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (Mod Badge) Glytter:  YES!!!  100!!! Congratulations Jill!  JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (VIP Badge) Lamtastic: Whoo!!!! Yeah!  You did it!  Congrats Jill!  JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (Mod Badge) MewMewGirl1998:  WOW JILL!  You are so amazing!  You finally did it!  Congrats!  JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (VIP Badge) LforLuigi95:  YOU DID IT!  100!  JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY Now go to Monstro Town and get your prize!  JillianSmile JillianMario Puffin:  Wow!  I came in at just the right time!  Congratulations on 100 Super Jumps, JillianPlays! I gasped.  Was this the same Puffin that made that Super Jump strategy video? I began to cry tears of joy.  “Puffin!” I shouted.  “I watched your video last night and it really helped!  Oh my gosh I’m so happy!  Thank you!” Puffin couldn’t respond right away, since slow chat was enabled, and she was one of 1,273 currently watching my stream. Moments later, Lamtastic did something totally awesome.  He gifted a TIER 3 SUB to Puffin! “Lamtastic!” I shouted.  “Thank you for gifting Puffin a TIER 3 Sub!  Puffin, enjoy your ad free viewing and all the Tier 1, 2 and 3 emotes! Since the 2 minutes have expired, I got to see another response from Puffin. Puffin:  You are very welcome, Jillian!  That video was made seven years ago but I’m glad that it’s very helpful!  I currently Speedrun Super Mario RPG and I’m looking forward to the Remake.  You should also check out my randomizers on this game.  Thank you, Lamtastic for the sub!  JillianYAY  JillianCheer JillianCheer As I was making my way towards Monstro Town, Lamtastic gifted me 10,000 bits, along with 30 other streamers.  This again created another Hype Train.  Lamtastic then gifted 100 Tier 1 Subs to the community.  NatetheGreat also gifted 100 Tier 1 Subs along with SuperStacy87.  I now had a level 28 Hype Train!  The bits continued coming in, with several smaller donations of thousands of bits each.  More subs were gifted in smaller amounts in quantities of 10, 25, and 50.  Level 35 was finally complete.  But before level 36 could be cleared, the Hype train was over.  Altogether, this Hype Train produced 494,464 bits and 407 gifted subs.  Now if you know how to do the math at this point, I just made $6,000 in just 15 minutes from that hype train alone. With the Hype Train finally done, I entered the door in Monstro Town and talked to the orange Chow.  He told me that my record stood at 100 and jumping more than 100 times was impossible.  I proved my point, so now I could give this competition a rest!  I received the Super Suit and immediately equipped it on Mario.  I was blown away at just how OP it made Mario. For the rest of the stream, I totally wasted all the other enemies that I fought since Mario was so overpowered with the Super Suit.  I ended up completing Bean Valley, Nimbus Land, and getting a special item in Grate Guy’s Casino before I ended the stream for the evening.  At the rate that I was going, I should be able to finish Super Mario RPG tomorrow. And just to let you know, my JJ Little Besties, I did complete the game.  Within 5 hours, I tied up all the loose ends and completed all the remaining areas in Super Mario RPG.  With the week once again over, just one week remained before I got to play Super Mario RPG again on the Nintendo Switch.  Only this time, it was a remake, so it will be fun to see the differences. For the next week, I just pecked away at New Super Luigi U.  It really didn’t take that long to finish at all.  Every level was short, so I was able to get through all the levels pretty quickly.  Like usual, the special levels were annoying, but I managed to finish the entire game on Thursday, just in time for the Super Mario RPG remake on Friday. Now to spare you the repetition from the previous game, I am going to remark on the differences that I noticed in the new game.  The soundtrack was remade, so I enjoyed hearing all the new music.  Lamtastic then gave me a crazy challenge of getting 100 Super Jumps before I could even fight the hammer bros. in Mushroom Way. “What?” I gasped.  “Mario doesn’t learn Super Jump until level 6!  You know that I’ll just be grinding Goombas and Sky Troopas for a while until I get to level 6.  Okay chat.  Grab some popcorn because this is going to take a while…” After about 40 minutes of grinding, I finally got to level 6 and unlocked Super Jump.  Now the challenge began once again.  I had to get 100 Super Jumps in the remake. After 10 minutes of failure, I managed to nail the timing for the remake.  After another 10 minutes, I found myself in the 90’s once again.  93…94…95…96…97…98!....99…Perfect!  After the yellow “Perfect!” appeared on the screen, the Goomba was dead.  For completing Lamtastic’s challenge, he rewarded me by donating 50,000 bits!  A smaller hype train happened that got to level 15, with just 174,384 bits donated altogether. As for the rest of the game, I enjoyed all the new touches.  The chain gauge made it fun, along with the special enemies that gave out frog coins for beating them.  I also made it a point to collect every single enemy entry with psychopath (or Thought Peek in this game).  I also LOVED how you could swap out allies for additional strategy.  I did this a lot when I wanted to heal with Peach.  I finished most of the game before having to stop for Thanksgiving break.  I played it for a few days, having a special stream on Saturday since I wouldn’t be streaming on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. That brings us to the holidays.  I don’t know about you, my JJ Little Besties, but I am very hungry for some turkey. Thanksgiving dinner was held at my grandma and grandpa’s house in Indianapolis.  It was rather awkward to go to grandma and grandpa Jennings, as we only ever visited them around Thanksgiving or Christmas.  Even when we were younger, my dad was too busy with his job to visit them any more often than around the holidays.  As a result, both Jen and I had seven cousins that we hardly knew.  My grandparents were on my dad’s side and there were plenty of relatives. The eldest was Uncle Pete.  Nobody ever talked about him around the Thanksgiving table as he was always getting into trouble.  He never visited for Thanksgiving or Christmas as he was always in jail for some charge regarding either alcohol or drug abuse.  My dad was the second oldest.  The second youngest after my dad was Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd.  They had four of my cousins.  Jake was the oldest at 12 years old.  There was then Randy, who was eight.  Macy was only five.  And last of all was Phoebe, who was turning two in January. The youngest after Aunt Wendy was Uncle David, who was married to my Aunt Helen.  They had the remaining three cousins.  Monica was the oldest at 15.  Brian was 13.  And Lydia was the youngest, at just 10. Neither I nor my sister was looking forward to this Thanksgiving as we both knew very little about our family.  The only thing that we knew was what little we knew from all the past Thanksgivings and Christmases that we spent with them.  We knew even less about our cousins.  All I could remember was that Monica was a spoiled brat, and that Brian and Lydia were not any better.  Both Uncle David and Aunt Helen lived in a wealthy Chicago suburb so that would explain why the children act all stuck up.  As for Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd’s children, both Jake and Randy were tolerable at best.  They weren’t as bad as my older cousins, but Macy was a nosy little brat that always got into everything.  She got into all of my makeup when she was four last Christmas, and I am still upset about it.  Phoebe wasn’t much trouble since she was still just a toddler. But what would be trouble is trying to pack all of my diapers for Thanksgiving.  While it won’t be that bad for Thanksgiving, I will be staying longer for Christmas so I will be needing a lot more diapers. And speaking of diapers, both Jen and I decided that it would be a good idea to watch the ball drop-in Times Square.  I jokingly told her that there are no bathrooms and if she was going to stand there for 9 hours, she would NEED to wear a diaper. My twin sister laughed when I told her this.  “Jill,” she told me.  “I am not standing there and watching my bladder suffer for nine hours.  Just give me one of your diapers.  If Times Square has no bathrooms on New Years Eve, I’ll just be wearing a bathroom!”  At this, we both laughed at the same time.  “And make it one of your pink Trests!  I am not wearing your weird baby diapers.  Besides, I think that the Trest has the best absorbency…” I nodded and laughed.  “That’s an ISO rating.  It may say 9500 mL but it’s only good for about 70% of that.  After that, it loses its functionality.” Jen nodded.  “That’s right!  I remember reading about it somewhere.” The idea was solidified when I told her about how MewMewGirl1998 lived right in Manhattan and how she would let us stay in her apartment after midnight to sleep overnight. Getting back on track, my sister and I arranged two flights for our family and one flight for New Year’s Eve.  The first flight was a round trip ticket from Philadelphia to Indianapolis for the Wednesday before Thanksgiving (November 22nd). The flight would return on November 24th.  The second flight is a round trip ticket from Philadelphia to Indianapolis and would leave on December 22nd and return on December 26th.  The final flight is a round trip ticket from Philadelphia to JFK on December 30th.  The flight would return on January 1st, 2024. Both grandma and grandpa picked Jen and I up from the airport and drove us to their house, which was about 24 minutes away.  I packed some entertainment, but most of my other checked luggage bag had diapers in it. Most of the trip to their house was awkward, but my grandma tried to break the silence.  My grandpa, on the other hand, looked like he was about to drift into a nap. “So Jillian dear…” she said, smiling at me from the rearview mirror.  “Are you still going to school?  Getting that degree at that Cleveland State University?” I sighed.  “Grandma, I already graduated and got my degree!  I then had to move to Philadelphia to live with my twin sister…” Grandma Jennings nodded as she continued to drive back to her home.  “Well that’s very nice of your sister Jennifer.  Always loved my twin granddaughters.  Now Jen.  Were you able to finish school?  Is it hard to do your studies while putting a roof over your sister’s head?” My twin sister, who was sitting in the seat next to me, sighed while giving a patient smile.  “Grandma, didn’t I tell you over the phone a couple of months ago?  I have my Master’s Degree in Accounting and I earned my CPA.  I have now been working at Conway, Phillips, & Associates for nine months now.” A bright smile came over my grandma’s face.  “That’s really good Jennifer.” She focused her attention back on me.  “Now Jillian.  Were you able to find a job with that degree of yours?  What was it that you always wanted to be?  A news anchor?  I can remember you pretending to be one at the dinner table when you were only six years old!  I can remember the excitement on your face, dear.” I shook my head and managed a smile.  “No grandma,” I told her.  “I’m actually a Twitch streamer.  I broadcast myself live and I play video games all day.  Everyone can subscribe to me or give me a donation.” Grandma gasped.  “Is that were you are using a computer?  I didn’t know that you could actually make money doing that.” My sister Jen chimed in.  “It’s true.  Jill has made more than $133,000 in just October alone.” Grandma gasped as she slammed the brakes at a stop light.  “Really?  Really Jillian?  You made that much in just one month?” I nodded.  “Yes grandma.  I myself couldn’t believe it, but the money is real.” “Well, you’re going to have to show me this Twitch thing when we get to the house.  I also need to let Willy know.  He’s always trying to think of good ideas that make money.  Hey Willy!  Wake up!  Our granddaughter Jillian is making oodles of money from this thing called Twitch!” Grandpa was roused awake, and he sat up.  “What?  Huh?  Our granddaughter is making money?” Grandma nodded.  “Yes.  Jillian.  From something called Twitch…” Grandpa smiled.  “Isn’t that one of those streaming things like YouTube?  I always wanted to talk all about fishing.  There’s all kinds of fishing channels on YouTube…” “And cooking!” Grandma said, smiling.  “I can’t stop watching those cooking videos…” Grandpa got out his cell phone and tapped away.  “What is it?  Twitch?” I nodded. Grandpa accessed the Twitch website on his phone and found some live channels on the home page.  “Wow!  So, you can watch all these live broadcasts anytime?  Neat.  I wonder if I can find one on fishing?” “Don’t forget cooking!” Grandma chimed in. “It shows almost 10,000 people watching this one…” Grandpa said smiling.  “Well Jillian, show us when you get there!” About ten minutes later, my grandma arrived at a house that was around 3,800 square feet, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a basement.  It looked like a slightly older home, built in the mid 1990’s. After we all entered, grandma laid out where everyone would be staying.  My parents and both of my aunts and uncles would be staying in all the other bedrooms.  Most of my cousins would be staying in the basement, while Macy and Phoebe would be sleeping with Wendy and Todd in one of the bedrooms.  Jen and I would be sleeping in the living room on sleeping bags. After Jen and I got everything situated, I took grandma aside to share my personal secret with her.   I took her to a nearby bathroom and closed the door. “Grandma?” I said in a hushed tone.  “I want to be very low key about this, but I was in an accident where I injured my pelvis.  As a result, I am now urinary incontinent, and I need to wear diapers 24/7 for the rest of my life.  The same thing is happening with my fecal incontinence…” Grandma nodded.  “Okay dear.  Well, you know that it will get out sooner or later.  Let me get you a trash bag to take care of your wet and soiled undergarments.  When it gets full, just put it in the trash.  Grandpa and I will take care of the trash.  I will want to know how this accident happened, so you’ll want to tell me later…” “I will,” I told her. Grandma left and I changed myself into a new diaper. About an hour later, both grandma and grandpa wanted me to show them Twitch, while my sister stood nearby.  I saw my mother and father both sitting in recliners, impatiently waiting.  Mom looked like she was playing a game on her cellphone while dad was also glancing at his phone in boredom.  Dad glanced up at both of us. “Jill! Jen!” he shouted.  “How are my two girls?” Both Jen and I exchanged glances and smiled.  “Good dad,” I told him. “We both have jobs!” Jen said, smiling. My mom looked up from her cellphone game and sat her phone down on the coffee table.  “How are my miracle girls?” “Miracle girls?” Grandma said, smiling.  “Are you going to tell us that story again about how you found out that you had twins?  That reminds me, Jane.  Where is my other sister-in-law?  What’s your twin Jodie doing?” My mom sighed.  “Doing her own thing.  Where did she say she was?  A cruise?  And no, I’m not going to tell that story again.  You have all heard the story enough.  An identical twin giving birth to identical twins?  That’s a 1 in 250 chance.” My sister smiled.  “That is kind of neat when you think about it.  Both Jill and I are 1 in 250…” My mom smiled. “That’s why I call you two my miracle girls…Now, how are you two doing?  Did Jill finish school yet?” I scowled.  “Mom!  I invited you and dad to graduation, and you never came!” My mom nodded.  “Yes dear.  It was too expensive for both Raymond and me to go to your graduation…” Jen sighed.  “That’s an excuse, mom!  Both times I offered to pay for graduation.  Even my sister’s!” My dad smiled.  “She had a date with a bottle of whisky…” My mom’s face turned red.  “Shut up!  It’s no different than you and your cigarettes…” My grandma chimed in.  “Enough.  If you two are going to fight, we’ll get some boxing gloves, and you can settle it outside…” “Or, they can leave this room and discuss it in private.” My grandpa said.  “That’s what I think Ray should do.  Now Jill.  I would like to hear more about Twitch…” I nodded.  Over the next 15-20 minutes, I showed them my JillianPlays Twitch channel.  Fortunately, the embarrassing VOD of me with my “wardrobe malfunction” was already deleted, as Twitch only keeps VOD’s up to two months unless the VOD was saved under highlights.  And with this one being from August, it was already deleted.  At the time that I showed him, I had 1,694,423 followers and 71,478 subscribers. After showing them Twitch and what I was making off of my channel, my grandparents were impressed.  My parents even looked a little impressed, too.  And even Aunt Wendy, Aunt Helen, Uncle Todd, and Uncle David, who all entered halfway through the discussion were looking interested. After the discussion, Jen gave everyone a weak smile.  “I have a job too.  I work as a CPA at one of the best CPA firms in Philadelphia…” Grandma smiled.  “That too is good, and we’re proud of you as well, Jen.” The other kids didn’t really pay much attention to us, as they were all playing in the basement. The first night at my grandma and grandpa’s didn’t go too bad.  I somehow managed to sleep in my sleeping bag, despite how uncomfortable it was.  My diaper at least provided me with some extra padding while I laid on the floor, zipped up in the sleeping bag while I felt the cool air around my face. During the next day, my grandma was busy in the kitchen with mom, Aunt Wendy, and Aunt Helen while they all began preparing Thanksgiving dinner.  Once again, my cousins were not any problem as they were still playing downstairs.  They did come up for breakfast and showers, but that was about it.  To pass the time away, both my sister and I played Animal Crossing on our Nintendo Switches.  When my Uncle Todd saw this, he smiled. “Doing some work?” He said in a joking tone.  “I heard about that JillianPlays Twitch channel that you told mother and father-in-law.  “If you’re making that much, that’s quite the business…” I smiled as I continued to decorate my island.  “It is.  It’s a lot of fun…” A few hours later, the turkey was ready to be taken out of the oven.  I saw all of my cousins upstairs at this point.  I used this opportunity to find a spare bathroom to change into a new diaper.  I grabbed my backpack purse and walked into the bedroom that Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd were staying in.  As I walked through the bedroom, I saw a pack n play set up, which was probably set up for Phoebe.  Next to the pack ‘n play were two open sacks of Pampers Cruisers diapers, with two open sacks of Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diapers right next to them.  For each pair of sacks, one was a Size 3, and the other was a Size 4.  While I knew that Phoebe still wore diapers, I was surprised to see additional diapers in the room for Macy.  Just last year, Macy was wearing big girl underwear during the day and wore diapers to bed because of her nighttime accidents.  Now, I’m not seeing any big girl panties anywhere?  Did Macy experience any kind of regression in the past year?  Perhaps it was not my business to pry into my cousin’s private matter with my aunt and uncle regarding Macy’s possible toileting issues.  Instead, I entered the bathroom and closed the door to change into a new diaper.  Fortunately, it was just another wet one.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have my first messy diaper at my grandma and grandpa’s.  What if it happens at the Thanksgiving table?  Well, I guess it happens then.  I changed into a new diaper and suddenly began to overhear my Aunt Wendy talking to Macy. “Macy, we got to get you into another diaper,” my aunt told her. “No!” Macy shouted.  “I wanna play with my brothers and other cousins!” I quietly cracked the door open to catch just a glimpse of my cousin being laid on the floor by my aunt.  She pinched the diaper underneath the dress. “See Macy?” She told my cousin.  “It’s all wet.  Your diaper is all wet.  You don’t tell me when you’re wet. You don’t tell me when you have to pee.  That’s why I had to put you back into diapers, honey.  Macy dear, do we want to try the potty again?  It doesn’t have to be this weekend, but soon.” Macy stuck out her tongue and made a raspberry sound.  “I don’t like the potty.  Plus, I keep missing and can never make it.” I watched as my aunt lifted up my cousin’s dress and peeled open both tabs on her soggy diaper that sagged between her legs.  She got out a couple of wipes and wiped her, before getting out a new Pampers Cruisers Size 4 and powdering the core.  She powdered Macy and folded up the diaper between her legs.  She snapped the new tabs open and fastened them both snugly around the landing zone.  She wadded up the soggy diaper into a ball. “There Macy.  You’re in a new diaper.  Now, let’s have a nice Thanksgiving dinner.  You can go play afterwards.” Macy stood up and walked out with my aunt, who was holding the soggy diaper.  “Mommy! Mommy!  Is there going to be mashed potatoes?  I love mashed potatoes!” I left the bathroom and entered the dining room.  I was now ready for a nice Thanksgiving feast. The meal was finally served, and we went by family, from oldest to youngest.  Grandma and Grandpa served themselves first, and then let all the families go after them.  With my dad being the second oldest, my family went first, with my parents serving themselves before both Jen and I served ourselves.  I filled my plate with turkey and generous portions of homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, cranberry orange relish, cranberry sauce, candied yams, fruit salad, garlic stuffed olives, and grandma’s hearty garlic butter dinner rolls (I grabbed two since they were so good).  There was not even any room on my plate for a piece of Aunt Wendy’s Jello mold or Aunt Helen’s zucchini casserole.  I would need seconds to eat all the rest of the food. After my family, all the younger Jennings (or former Jennings in Aunt Wendy’s case) after dad went next.  Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd went next, with Aunt Wendy making small plates for Macy and Phoebe before serving herself.   My cousins Jake and Randy served themselves afterward.  Uncle David and Aunt Helen then went, followed by Monica, Brian, and Lydia. The seating in the dining room had 16 chairs, with the 17th one being a highchair for Phoebe.  I am guessing that this will be Phoebe’s last year in a highchair before she gets a booster seat with Macy next year.  We all took our seats, one by one as we got our food.  None of us were allowed to eat the food until grandpa said the blessing and grandma asked each one of us what we were thankful for. Grandpa said the blessing, thanking God for the food and for all of us being able to spend Thanksgiving together as a family.  After the blessing was over, Grandma then had everyone go clockwise around the table, saying what we were thankful for.  When it was my turn, I said that I was thankful for my wonderful Twitch job that has allowed me to make such a crazy amount of money that I totally didn’t deserve.  My sister Jen was thankful for her family and her accounting job. The room got very quiet, as everyone started to pig out on their food.  Phoebe started to cry when she didn’t want to eat anymore, but Aunt Wendy handled her tantrum like a pro, lifting her out of her highchair and sticking a pacifier in her mouth, after she made sure that her food was thoroughly washed down from her sippy cup.  Randy was scolded by Uncle Todd for playing with his mashed potatoes and was promised dessert if he stopped. As everyone was finishing their plates (and my sister almost done with hers), mine was already finished so I made a smaller plate consisting of a little more stuffing, a piece of Aunt Wendy’s Jello mold and a generous spoonful of Aunt Helen’s zucchini casserole.  I walked back to my seat, just as my sister Jen was getting up with her empty plate for a much smaller round of seconds. Just as I began to eat the zucchini casserole, I felt a large churning in my abdomen, followed by a massive bowel movement creating an intense amount of pressure in my gastrointestinal tract.  The bowel movement came so fast and sudden that there was no way that I could hold in what was about to be released.  Within the next couple of seconds, I heard a loud fart, followed by an intense rush of warm mass which began to fill the back end of my diaper.  I began to feel the hot and sticky mass on my skin around my buttocks against the brown soaked padding of my diaper.  I felt the warm mass travel from my butt, all the way between my legs before feeling another warmth of pee, which made the diaper begin to swell and expand between my legs.  And there was no stopping the warm rush of pee after it started. In the middle of me pissing myself, Aunt Wendy, who sat to the right of me, began to smell the foul stench that began to fill her nostrils.  “Pee-yew!  Did Macy or Phoebe just make a stinky?”  She immediately began to check Macy’s diaper.  “Nope.  But you are a little damp.  How about…My Phoebe Beebee?”  She gave a gentle pinch to Phoebe’s diaper and gave it a pat, as she did with Macy’s diaper.  “Huh!  No stinky from you either!”  Looking very puzzled, her eyes darted around the room to figure out the source of the smell. She bent her face down and began smelling near my skirt.  “Jill?  Did you just have an accident?” A series of gasps began to fill the Thanksgiving table.  Monica sat her fork down on her plate and pointed at me from across the table.  “Jill, did you just shit your pants?” Aunt Helen, who sat right next to Jill gave her a slap on the arm.  “Monica!  We don’t talk like that!  Young lady, if I hear one more curse like that, I’m getting out the soap.” “Mommy, did Jill just poop her pants?” Randy asked Aunt Wendy. “Yeah!” Macy chimed in.  “Did she, mommy?  Cause it smells really bad over here…” Jake, who was sitting next to Randy, nodded.  “Yeah.  I can smell it too!” “Mom, that’s so gross!” Lydia shouted.  “Is Jill a retard?” “Lydia!” Aunt Helen shouted.  “The same goes for you as Monica.  Say that again and you’re going to have a mouth full of soap…” “I can smell it too…” Brian added. My face was now burning red at this point.  I stood up and grabbed my “diaper bag”.  “Um…” I stammered.  “I’m going to the bathroom to ch-ch-change…my diaper!” Before I could even see the reactions of anyone in the dining room, I broke into a mad sprint towards the nearest bathroom. This bathroom just so happened to be right near the dining room, so I was still within range of all the hushed voices that I heard as I began to change this messy diaper.  Fortunately, it was not a blowout, so I was thankful for that.  But I could hear all the whispering continue as I spent the next 15 minutes using wipe after wipe to remove every trace of shit from my messy explosion.  I piled all the stained wipes into my soiled diaper until I didn’t see a single trace of brown on any of other wipes that I used.  Having plenty of experience at this point, I made sure to wipe up and down my back and between my legs until I got every trace of fecal matter wiped clean.  After being wiped clean, I washed my hands three times in the sink before applying a generous amount of Aquaphor all over my butt and my lower frontal region.  I was finally ready to put on a new diaper.  To calm my anxiety from this embarrassing event, I got out my Glytter pacifier and began sucking on it while I powdered a new Animooz diaper.  I laid down on it before powdering my frontal area and crotch.  I then brought the diaper between my legs and fastened the thigh tapes and waist tapes snugly before pulling out the leg cuffs to ensure that I wouldn’t leak.  I pulled down my skirt and washed my hands one more time before leaving the bathroom.  My heart began to pound violently as I greatly dreaded the conversation that I was about to have with my family regarding their discovery of my incontinence… All of the hushed voices began silent as I entered the dining room.  I sat down next to my twin sister, and she gave me a soft pat on the back. “It’s going to be okay, Jill…” she whispered into my ear.  “Grandma explained your incontinence problem to everyone…” Grandma looked at me with a non-judgmental smile.  “Jill,” she addressed me.  “I had to tell them about your problem, but now we are all wondering what the cause of it was.  When I asked your sister Jen, she told me to wait until you got out of the bathroom.  Now, how did you damage your pelvis, dear?” I glanced at Jen and then back at the table before I produced a nervous smile.  “Believe it or not,” I told my family.  “Jen is the only one that has a reliable account of what happened.  I’ll explain why.” I took a swig of water and then cleared my throat.  “First of all, I would like to thank my sister for being so hospitable to me.  When I needed her the most…” I began to sob.  “She stopped everything and picked me up from Cleveland!  About five months ago, I had only $20.83 to pay the $950 rent for May.  My sister flew down the very next day from Philadelphia and paid all of that rent.  I packed up a few bags and went back to Philadelphia to live with her.” “That night that I flew back, both her and her boyfriend treated me to a wonderful dinner at the Capital Grille.  While the dinner wasn’t important, the bottle of wine that I had with it is important to the story.  I had an entire bottle of Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast, which got me very drunk.  So drunk that I couldn’t remember anything for the rest of the night.  My sister said that I was loud and obnoxious, and she even told me that I tried to walk back to the apartment by myself.” “Just as my sister’s boyfriend was getting the SUV to take me back in, I was starting to run away from the restaurant.  I stepped off the curb towards the street.  Then my sister said that after she called me, I ran back to the restaurant but didn’t see the curb.  I ran so fast and tripped so hard with no balance that I ended up fracturing my pelvis.  The fracture wasn’t enough to affect my mobility, but I immediately noticed my sudden loss of continence as I woke up from my drunken state covered in vomit and pee, crying while I was in a fetal position.” “Over the next few days, I thought it was no big deal.  I thought that I only peed myself because I was drunk.  But after having eight nights in a row where I wet the bed, I had to buy diapers for my nighttime incontinence.  But over time, my incontinence began to get progressively worse.  I even began to experience occasional fecal incontinence from time to time.” Grandma gasped. “Oh dear, Jill!  Did you see a doctor?” I nodded.  “I saw a doctor about three months ago and got a full x-ray of my pelvic region.  I then saw a urologist and from the x-rays that she saw, there was no bleeding or any other trauma she could detect, besides just a large amount of damage to a lot of my nerves connecting my spinal cord to my bladder. And based on the damage, the urologist said that the prognosis was not good, and that I would need to wear diapers for the rest of my life.  So go ahead, everyone.  Call me a diaper baby…” I saw Monica about to say something but was quickly silenced by Aunt Helen’s evil eye. Finally, my sister broke the silence and gave me a big hug.  “Oh Jill…You are not a diaper baby.  You are just an adult that was dealt with an unfortunate circumstance.  A freak accident that has given you severe incontinence.  Don’t be ashamed that you need to wear them because of that.  Because what would the other option be?  There would’ve been a huge mess on your clothes and all over the chair and carpet!” Uncle Todd nodded and gave me an understanding look.  “That’s a rather unfortunate circumstance that you have to deal with.  Being an experienced neurosurgeon, I work regularly in the medical field.  I have experienced this issue with different patients from time to time.  Fortunately, the other doctors are the ones that have to deal with the issue, as my specialty lies in performing craniotomies and other surgeries on patients that have experienced these traumas from sports, near fatal car accidents, or being victims of domestic assault.  And yes, some of those patients have experienced the same pelvic fractures resulting in varying degrees of incontinence, but at least your cranium is perfectly intact.” I nodded.  “Thanks Uncle Todd…” My cousin Jake then gave me a smile.  “Don’t worry about it, Jill.  Everyone is different.  I’m not going to make fun of your difference.” My grandpa nodded and glanced at all the empty plates that now filled the whole table.  “You’re going to be fine, Jill.  Now, I’m hungry for some dessert!  Nancy dear, can you and the other wonderful ladies get out the pies and ice cream?” My grandma smiled.  “With pleasure!  Jane, Wendy, Helen, let’s get out the dessert!” Over the next few minutes, my grandma, my mom, and both my aunts brought out all the pies and ice cream for dessert and sat them all on the large island in the kitchen.  There was a chocolate cream pie, Pumpkin Pie, Apple Pie, Raspberry Pie, and Rhubarb Pie, with Reddi Whip and half gallon containers of French vanilla and Chocolate Ice cream.  The same rules for dinner applied to dessert, so my family was the first to go after grandma and grandpa each got a slice of pie (grandma got a slice of apple pie and grandpa got a slice of rhubarb pie).  Aunt Helen had pie duty, so she served each of us the slices that we wanted, which were up to two.  After mom and dad got their chocolate creams and pumpkins, I requested a slice of chocolate cream pie and pumpkin pie.  My sister got the same thing, with the same amounts of whipped cream on each slice, with a scoop of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Over the next 20 minutes, we were all eating pie and ice cream.  With there being only 12 slices left, there was enough for a few of us to have thirds.  Both my sister and I volunteered and got a raspberry slice.  Other volunteers included Uncle Todd, Uncle David, and my dad.  My grandpa even got a second piece, which was apple.  With just six leftover pieces of pie, Aunt Wendy put the pie and ice cream away while the other women were washing up all of the dishes, with Uncle Todd and Dad drying them. For all the rest of the day, I felt very lethargic from all the Thanksgiving dinner and dessert that sat inside my stomach.  My sister and I, and a few other adults lounged on the furniture in the living room and took a short nap.  After the nap, my sister and I continued playing Animal Crossing and did some more decorating on our islands. That night wasn’t as bad either.  Unlike the first night, I slept like a log, due to all the food that I ate for Thanksgiving. My sweet slumber was interrupted while it was still dark outside.  I could hear the sound of rustling.  Then a few gentle steps each accompanied by a soft crinkle.  I glanced at the faint glow coming from the time display on my cell phone.  5:24 AM.  Just who could be making all this noise so early in the morning? I then began to smell a horrible stench.  Having just squirmed in my diaper a little bit, it was quite obvious that I didn’t mess myself.  My diaper, however, was heavily sagging between my legs.  Because I was at my grandparent’s for Thanksgiving, I wasn’t wearing a onesie or a footed sleeper, but a pink nightgown. The rustling grew louder, and the stench grew worse.  The quiet sauntering crinkles became a full blown trot, as the frequency of the crinkles began to increase with speed.  I could make out a small silhouette with long hair.  It was her.  That little brat.  Macy. Before Macy could even enter the bedroom door that was open a crack, I quietly approached her.  This sent Macy running back to the living room, next to my sleeping bag and my sister’s.  I then saw it.  My backpack purse was completely unzipped, with every one of my diapers for the next day all strewn out across the floor.  Macy was holding one of my Tykables Animooz diapers, staring at it in amazement.  She looked as if she was mesmerized by it, like she’s never seen an adult-sized diaper before. Macy then gave me a curious glance.  “Jill,” she said with a smile.  “Do you wear diapers?  I found all these in your purse…” I snatched the diaper out of Macy’s hand.  “Yes.” I quietly told her, looking annoyed.  “And just to let you know, my purse is off limits.  Just like my makeup was from last year.  Remember that?” But Macy picked up another diaper that was on the floor.  “They’re so big…Much bigger than mine…” Macy unzipped her footed sleeper to reveal her totally soiled Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper.  The smell was now so bad that I could barely breathe, and the crotch of the diaper was heavily sagging.  She held the Animooz diaper next to hers and gasped.  “Why do you wear diapers, Jill?  Don’t you know how to use the potty?” I scowled, as I snatched the second diaper from my little brat cousin.  “Why?  Because your cousin Jill got a big boo boo down below her stomach and her wires that make it easy for her to hold pee got damaged so now your cousin Jill can’t hold it anymore and she needs to wear diapers all the time.”  Brat!  What kind of question was that?  I decided to turn the tables on Macy and asked her the exact same question.  “Macy, why do YOU wear diapers?  What happened to using the potty like a big girl?” Macy gave a quick brush of her hands across the soft cloth backing of her diaper.  She then gave me a cutesy smile.  “I wear them cause the toilet is yucky!  I like diapers better!” I almost laughed at the absurdity of Macy’s logic.  How is sitting in a pee and poop-soaked diaper any better than sitting on a yucky toilet?  I then nodded as I stared at Macy.  Yup.  At five years old, Macy already had it all figured out.  In just one year, Macy went from wearing her big girl underwear during the day to being put back in diapers.  Her nighttime diapers were still a thing a year ago, but now Macy wore diapers all the time.  I could see the wheels spinning in Macy’s head.  She’s much smarter than what the adults give her credit for.  She knew exactly how to get what she wants, and she was playing her mother like a fiddle.  Her mother was such a fool to just cave in and put Macy back in diapers.  Could it have anything to do with Macy’s petite size?  Macy looked more like a three-year-old than a five-year-old.  Especially if she could still fit into Size 4 diapers at 5-years-old.  A normal five-year-old girl should be able to fit into size 6 diapers.  Maybe size 5 if they were a little smaller. All of a sudden, my sister sat up and noticed me holding two diapers.  She then glanced at Macy, who was still standing in nothing but her wet and soiled diaper, with her unzipped footed sleeper laying on the floor nearby.  “Macy!” Jen quietly shouted.  “What are you doing with your pajamas off?  Get them back on and go back to your mommy and daddy’s room!”  Jen then glanced at me, and then at all the remaining diapers lying on the floor.  “Let me guess.  Did Macy get into your purse while you were sleeping?” I nodded. “Figures,” Jen told me.  “A year ago, it was your makeup.  Now the little ball of fire wants to snoop in your belongings!”  She turned to face Macy.  “Macy, get back…” Jen’s words were cut short as Macy grabbed one of my diapers and ran back into the bedroom, giggling all the way. I could then hear Macy’s voice from the other room. “Mommy Mommy!  Look Mommy!  I got one of Cousin Jill’s diapers!  Why are they so big, mommy?” The next thing that I heard was Phoebe crying in the other room. “Macy! You just woke your little sister up!  Here Todd.  Give Phoebe the Pacifier.  I will calm down Macy….And change her diaper.  Woo!  It’s time for a little changie poo!  No!  Stop!  Macy!” Macy ran back out to the living room where Jen and I were, still holding one of my diapers. A frustrated Aunt Wendy followed Macy into the living room when she glanced at me and Jen.  “Oh, I’m very sorry about this.  Macy has her moments.  I don’t know if this would help, but to explain her behavior, we had her evaluated.  The doctors say that she’s on the autism spectrum.” I glanced at my five-year-old cousin, still prancing around the room in a wet and soiled diaper.  Yup.  Definitely autism. Aunt Wendy gave Macy a stern look.  “Macy, that is not yours.  That is your Cousin Jill’s.  Give it back.” Macy sighed, as she hesitated to let it go.  “But why is it so big, mommy?” Aunt Wendy gave me an embarrassed smile.  “Macy dear, it’s so big because Jill is much bigger than you.  She needs a bigger diaper since she’s a much bigger girl.” Macy grinned.  “Okay!”  She dropped the diaper in front of me and gave me and her mother a cutesy smile. Aunt Wendy picked up Macy, who wrapped her arms around her mother.  Aunt Wendy then reached down for Macy’s footed sleeper and cupped it in one of her hands as she carried Macy back into the bedroom.  “Macy, you smell because you made a stinky.  I’m going to clean you up, get you into a fresh diaper, and get you back into your jammies.  Then we’re going back to sleep until the sun says hello.  Okay?” “Okay mommy!  I want the sun to say hello…” Macy then broke into a cutesy song, repeating that she wanted the sun to say hello. I gathered all the scattered diapers on the floor and put them all back into my backpack purse.  I then zipped it all back up. Jen then glanced at me and smiled.  “That Macy…such a handful!” I nodded.  “Tell me about it.  Poor Aunt Wendy is never going to get Macy out of diapers.  That Macy is just walking all over her, and she knows it…” Jen nodded.  “At least I will assert my authority when I’m a mother someday…” I yawned.  “Okay.  It’s 5:43. Let’s go back to sleep!” I got back in my sleeping bag and dug inside to find my Glytter pacie.  I sucked on it, hid it back in my sleeping bag, and by some miracle, I fell back asleep. The very next morning, both Jen and I said our goodbyes to our grandparents, our parents, our aunts and uncles, and all seven of our cousins.  Especially Macy, who’s still a little brat.  But even worse than a year ago, she’s now a diapered brat.  I just hope that she doesn’t pull any other stunts like this around Christmas time… Grandma and grandpa drove us back to the airport at around 1:30 that day, since we had a plane to catch at around 3:30 in the afternoon.  Both Jen and I flew back to Philadelphia, and I once again cancelled my stream, since I wouldn’t want to cut out any of my streaming time. That weekend was a chill weekend with my twin sister, since both Gary and Joey were still visiting their relatives for Thanksgiving weekend. During all of next week, I was able to resume my Super Mario RPG game.  I did all of the Yoshi races in Yo’ster Isle until I had enough to feed the baby Yoshi 30 Yoshi cookies to make it fat.  I then kept racing until I maxed out my cookies at 200.  I bought the Beetle Mania game in Mushroom Kingdom and beat the Hi Score.  I then stayed at the Suite in Marrymore three times to get both the Flower Tab and Flower Jar.  I worked as a bellhop to get the Flower Box.  I completed the whole Lamb’s Lure/Sheep Attack side quest, which was tedious considering everything I had to do to unlock the attack.  I played the Goomba bashing game in Pipe Vault until I got a Flower Jar.  After all of my meandering with the sidequests, I finally continued the game, completing Barrel Volcano and getting the Sixth Star.  I then played through Bowser’s Keep and ended the stream after beating Exor.  On the very next day, I played through Factory Gate and beat the game.  I then completed all of the end game content.  The last boss took me the longest, and I was able to get all the Psychopath (Thought Peek) entries and complete the game.  For the rest of the week, I just played more Animal Crossing: New Horizons and would figure out what to play next after the weekend. Like the month before, Jen checked my November balance Friday after my streaming was over.  She glanced at the balance for Twitch and gasped.  “$200,407.50!  I was right!  You are now making more than my entire year’s salary in one month!”  With JillianPlays at 401,482 Subscribers now on YouTube, I made another $28,021.50 for November.  Jillian in Diapers, however, was blowing away JillianPlays.  At 954,762 subscribers, it had more than double the subscribers of JillianPlays, and was making me $63,726 for November.  For November, I hauled in a total of $292,155, bringing my total earnings to date to $577,477.30.  My total earnings have now more than doubled! That weekend, both Jen and I went on our dates with our boyfriends.  We decided to make it a double date since that was something that we had never done before.  I made sure that I had my pink Trest diapers so that Gary wouldn’t suspect my ABDL diapers. The next day, both Jen and I decided to go to the King of Prussia mall after church.  So, my JJ Little Besties, that brings us full circle to the present.  Did you enjoy the long recap?  Good.  Because we are moving on to the next part of the story.  Both Christmas and New Years. Since the very day that I came back from my grandparents in Indianapolis, my sister has wasted no time in turning our apartment into a Christmasy wonderland.  She decked every hall that she could and got out an artificial tree which she took from our parents when she moved out since they never used the tree once. (My dad hated it and wanted a real Christmas tree).  She set up the artificial tree and turned on the lights, before hanging various ornaments on it.  She had Christmas music playing on Spotify around the clock and got out some of the older decorations that my mom didn’t want to use anymore.  A calendar that counted down the days until Christmas.  A couple of snowmen and Santa figurines.  We even needed to have the Christmas hand towels in the bathroom. So after church that Sunday, we both put our Santa hats on and went to the King of Prussia mall to do some Christmas shopping for our family.  There was a seasonal Christmas store at the mall, so we both bought eight pairs of thigh length candy cane socks.  After we bought a few odds and ends for our family, we went home to Metro City Apartments.  That day, I decided to pay off all of my student loan that I owed to Cleveland State University.  I went on my student loan website and provided details for my current financial institution (PFCU).  I put in my Savings Account number and Routing Number and paid off the principal of $130,000 that I owed as of June, plus the nearly six additional months of interest to the four years that has accrued over time.  This was an additional $18,000 of interest, which I paid in full.  With both principal and interest fully paid, the $148,000 that I owed Cleveland State University was all paid for.  My student loan was gone, and I was finally debt free. The rest of the day was just a lazy day, as I watched my sister play Animal Crossing instead of playing myself. The next day, I decided to treat myself to an early Christmas gift.  A 2024 AMG S 63 E Performance S-Class Mercedes-Benz with the full package.  And it couldn’t be just any one of them.  It had to be the same white color as my sister Jen’s.  And having done some research, Mercedes-Benz of Cherry Hill, New Jersey could get me a brand-new Mercedes-Benz in that model and color that I wanted.  But a brand-new Mercedes-Benz like my sister’s would set me back $275,000 brand new.  And that was BEFORE tax (which was 8% since my sister and I live in Philadelphia, and I would be registering the car in Pennsylvania instead of New Jersey).  But knowing my sister, she wouldn’t want me to spend more money than what I was making, considering that I needed enough to pay for the income tax (which she told me was going to be 37% based off of what I was making).  When I ran the numbers, that’s when I figured out that I wouldn’t be able to afford the Mercedes-Benz until January.  With that, I called back Mercedes-Benz Cherry Hill and told them to ready me the same color and model for January of 2024.  And since I would be waiting, I would be able to pay off the entire car in full without a loan (which PFCU could only loan up to $100,000).  But it still made me excited for 2024.  New Year, new car. Over the next three weeks, I started playing the 3D Mario games.  I got 120 Stars in Super Mario 64, 120 Shine Sprites in Super Mario Sunshine, and 120 Stars as Mario in Super Mario Galaxy. I was only about five hours into my Luigi run on Thursday, December 21st when Jen and I had to leave for Indianapolis the next day for Christmas at my grandparents.  But before we get there, I would like to get out my sour remarks on some of the hardest levels in each 3D Mario Game.  Tick Tock Clock can just die in a blender and Rainbow Ride can just go to hell and back.  I can’t tell you how many times I had to reload my save states on every single attempt!  And for Super Mario Sunshine, I swear that a sadistic man created the pachinko machine.  And who ever thought that it was a good fricking idea to design an optional level that is so hard to get to with Yoshi?  I must have lost Yoshi TEN TIMES before I could even get to the level.  And what’s with the poisonous water?  It doesn’t even look poison, until you touch it and die!  I must have game overed at least four different times before I got all 8 red coins on the lily pad.  Those secret levels are as cheap as hell.  Especially that STUPID chuckster level.  How am I supposed to know the perfect camera angle?  Game?  And for Super Mario Galaxy, the daredevil comets are stupidly cheap.  The 100 Purple coins on the summit is aggravating if you miss the final long jump, which I did TWICE!  I HATE the cosmic clone races, the Dusty Dunes 100 Purple Coins, and Luigi’s Fricking Purple Coins!  Seriously, how am I supposed to get 100 of the 150 coins available?  By dying a million times, I guess…Well, my JJ Little Besties, that is all the salt that I have left to expend before a nice Christmas break at my grandparents (which hopefully will be nice since I have to see Macy the diapered brat again…). Considering how much I shared for Thanksgiving, Christmas was pretty much a similar experience.  The key difference was that my entire family knew about my incontinence, so there were no questions as to why I needed so much luggage to pack 24 diapers.  I know that Aunt Wendy was close enough to drive, as they lived in Cincinnati, which was about 2 hours from Indianapolis.  With that being the case, having enough diapers for Macy and Phoebe while traveling was not an issue. My grandparents picked up both my sister and I at the airport, and my sister and I each needed a third bag of luggage just to hold all the wrapped Christmas gifts for everyone.  The four days that I spent with my relatives went surprisingly much better than I thought. And while I expected Macy to be her bratty self, she was surprisingly on her best behavior.  I was guessing that she was told that Santa would not get her any gifts if she misbehaved.  Or worse, she would only get coal for Christmas.  But the one thing that didn’t change about Macy was the number of times that I saw Aunt Wendy take Macy into the other room to change her into a new diaper.  Macy just didn’t want to use the bathroom anymore, and I’m guessing that she has been doing this for almost the past year.  How do I know?  Macy was wearing big girl underwear the couple of times that I saw her a year ago.  But now, Macy is only wearing diapers, and she is acting more like a three-year-old than a five-year-old.  Just what is going on when she is in kindergarten?  Does she go to the school nurse to get changed?  Perhaps she does, as her mother probably has her classified as “special needs”.  Before I end my soap box, I have this to say about Little Miss Diaper Girl.  It’s one thing to have a traumatic injury where you have no other choice but to wear diapers for the rest of your life.  It’s another thing entirely if you decided one day that you just didn’t want to use the toilet anymore, so you just piss and shit in your pants all the time until you’re put back in diapers.  Really Macy.  You need to grow up.  Which is kind of an ironic thing, since I am going in the opposite direction for my little space… Besides Macy just being spoiled with her diapers (which I kind of got used to since I had four days of it this time), Christmas was wonderful.  We watched Christmas movies and had a lot of appetizers to eat on Christmas eve.  We even kept the tradition of opening one present on Christmas eve.  My sister opened my gift, which was an Isabelle coffee mug.  I told her that she could use it to drink coffee tomorrow while we opened gifts.  The gift that she got for me was a Super Mario Bros. Pipe mug.  She explained that she got this for me as it was the first actual video game that I ever played and beat. After the traditional Christmas eve gifts were opened, we snacked on more appetizers, and all watched It’s a Wonderful Life before we all went to bed. On Christmas, we checked all of our stockings and got some candy, gift cards, and other useful things from the family. After that, came the main event: the gifts.  With there being so many gifts, we decided to open them by family, going from oldest to youngest.  This made the gift opening go a little faster. My sister opened up a gift that I got for her.  I got her a black Kindle Paperwhite Signature Edition with auto-adjusting front light, wireless charging, 6.8“ display, and up to 10 weeks of battery life, without Lockscreen Ads.  To go with the Kindle, she opened the next gift, which was a set of Bose QuietComfort Bluetooth Noise Cancelling Earbuds in triple black. The gift that Jen got for me was a new mike that I could use for my streams.  She explained that Gary wanted to buy it for me, but she wanted to buy it instead.  It was a Shure Dynamic Vocal Microphone with a built-in preamp.  She told me to be careful, as it was a $600 microphone that she got discounted for $450, since it was on sale. The gifts continued, and everyone got some nice gifts overall.  For the rest of the day, we just played with our Christmas gifts and had a nice Christmas dinner towards the end of the night.  It was very much like Thanksgiving, only we had ham and a few similar dishes from Thanksgiving.  The difference for dessert was that we had three cheesecakes and two pies.  All in all, I really enjoyed this Christmas. Before I knew it, both grandma and grandpa were driving Jen and I back to the airport.  Two hours later, we both boarded a flight back to Philadelphia.  Since I got back early enough, I streamed Tuesday through Friday, continuing on my Super Luigi Galaxy playthrough, which I finished on Thursday.  On Friday, I closed out 2023 by starting on Super Mario Galaxy 2.  I had to borrow Gary’s Wii to play it. December 30th then came, and my sister and I flew out to JFK Airport, where MewMewGirl1998 was waiting for us.  From my exchanges with her in the past, I knew that her actual name was Melanie, and that she lived right in Manhattan.  From what I saw, she looked to be the same height and build as Jen and I.  She then hailed a taxi and gave the driver directions to her apartment in Manhattan. Once at the apartment, Melanie showed us the tiny living room that both Jen and I would be sleeping in tonight, and early in the morning on New Year’s Day (Melanie only had a one-bedroom apartment, since the rent was sky high in Manhattan). She then ordered a Pepperoni pizza for us from a pizzeria nearby and they brought it right to the apartment.  We talked with her that evening before going to bed. In the morning, Melanie made us some breakfast in her tiny kitchen which was almost next to the living room.  A couple of sticks of bacon, two eggs, and a slice of buttered toast.  She had filtered water for us to drink.  And since Melanie knew about my incontinence, she had no problem with me disposing my diapers in her trash. Speaking of that, I almost laughed when I got out the diapers that the three of us would be wearing for New Year’s Eve.  While my next diaper change would be just a routine thing for me, both Jen and Melanie would have to wear a diaper if they were going to stand in Times Square for 9-12 hours.  To make the whole thing simple for all of us, I had three medium pink Trest diapers, since those are the most absorbent.  I used the tiny bathroom to change out of my soggy Animooz diaper and into a clean pink Trest diaper. I glanced at both Jen and Melanie, who were both still staring at their diapers.  “Well?” I told them.  “Times Square has no bathrooms, so you have no choice but to wear a diaper.” Melanie sighed.  “Okay.  I’m going into my room to change.  This is going to feel so weird…”  Melanie grabbed the pink Trest diaper and entered her room with it. “Wait!” I shouted.  “You’re going to need the cream and the powder.  Especially the powder.  It will prevent chafing.  Trust me.  You’re speaking to a diaper expert.” The door opened and Melanie grabbed the Aquaphor and the baby powder. Meanwhile, Jen sat there, waiting for Melanie to finish so that she could use the right diaper hygiene.  “Jill…” she said, giving me an uncomfortable smile.  “Do I really need to wear a diaper?” I nodded and laughed.  “You wanted to do this. You said ‘Hey! Let’s go and see the ball drop in Times Square!’ Well, if you don’t want to piss your pants, I advise that you put that diaper on.” Jen nodded.  “And I’m going to pee before I put it on!  Just one moment!” Jen hurried into the bathroom.  While she was in there, Melanie came out, with a noticeably puffier waist and butt. “Looking good, Mew!” I said, smiling. Melanie shoved her hand against my back and laughed.  “It feels weird.  I hear a loud plastic crinkle every time I walk.  It’s like I’m wearing Ziploc bags…” Jen exited the bathroom and grabbed the pink Trest diaper.  “Can I use your bedroom to change?” she pleaded.  “That bathroom is waaaay too small…” Melanie nodded.  “Go ahead, we’re waiting for you!” Jen entered the bedroom to change out of her panties and into a pink Trest diaper. Minutes later, Jen waddled out of the room.  Since both Jen and I were wearing dresses, the diaper wasn’t at all noticeable.  But for Melanie, who wore jeans, the outline of the diaper was clearly noticeable. We grabbed our coats and followed Melanie to where we needed to go to line up for New Year’s Eve. As we were walking down the stairs of the apartment, Jen glanced at me. “Jill,” she said.  “How do you do it?  We’re already walking down the stairs and I’m already uncomfortable in this diaper.” “Stop.” I told Melanie.  I then turned to face my twin sister.  “You’re uncomfortable since you didn’t use enough powder.  It prevents chafing so you want to use enough.  Here.  Melanie.  We need to go back up to your apartment.  We need to fix Jen’s diaper.” “What?” Jen said, laughing.  “I didn’t want to waste the powder.” “You know nothing about changing,” I told her.  “Only how to change me every now and then.” Jen sighed.  “That’s different.  This is me we’re talking about this time.  Not you!” We re-entered the apartment and I watched to make sure that Jen was powdering her diaper properly.  When I gave her the thumbs up, she refastened the tapes.  Fortunately, they stuck again, as the tapes on the plastic backed diapers tend to tear the plastic if they stick too tightly. With Jen taken care of, we made our second trip down the stairs.  This time, Jen looked a lot more comfortable. Melanie led us to 44th street and 7th Avenue, where thousands were already starting to line up, even though it was 12:17 PM.  2023 had less than 12 hours left now… For food, Melanie had a few granola bars for us in her backpack to have if we got really hungry.  She also packed three water bottles, which we had to carefully ration for the whole 12 hours as there was no getting out of line once we were crammed into the pen with all the other people.  The NYPD officer guided us with a crammed group of other people, and we had to stand there for almost 12 hours. As the hours went by, many thousands more people crowded into Time Square, being just as crazy as we were.  I wonder if they were wearing diapers too?  We casually munched on our granola bars in carefully rationed bites and drank our waters in carefully rationed sips.  Jen seemed to have a system as to how often she would sip her water, so I simply followed her routine. 6:00 PM came by.  Our water bottles were about half empty. At this point, Jen really started to look uncomfortable, while I seemed to be the most comfortable of the group.  At this point, I believe that I must have had at least five or six smaller wettings.  But by the look that Jen was giving me, I could tell that she did not pee her diaper once. “Jill!” she groaned in discomfort. “I have to pee!” “Just go in your diaper!” I told her in hushed tones, not even caring who would hear me nearby. Just then, I saw a relieved smile on Melanie’s face.  “Well, that was totally gross, but where else am I going to go?  Jen, just go.  I know that it’s gross, but you have no other choice…” Another hour and a half passed, and Jen looked even more uncomfortable. “Ughhhh!” Jen groaned, as if she was about to give birth.  “Jill…I really have to go now…” I sighed.  “Jen, I just went a little bit again without even thinking.  Just use your diaper.  It’s your Times Square New Year’s Eve diaper!” “Well it’s easy for you!” Jen told me.  “You have no bladder control!” “Just go,” I told her.  “You will feel a lot better once you do.” “Ugghhh…” Jen groaned.  “I…I can’t….I can’t pee….” “Yes you can.” I told her.  “Just relax and concentrate.  Think of waterfalls. Rain.  Small trickles of water.  Tinkle, trickle.  The water from a hose.  Look at this water…the flow of it.  Isn’t it just RUSHING and GUSHING out?  Those torrents of rain going pitter patter on the sidewalk.  More little pitter patters…” “Uhhaaahh….” Jen moaned as she heard my litany of statements pertaining to running water which made her feel more and more uncomfortable.  “Uhhhh….Ohhhhhh…It’s coming…Oh….” I smiled as I saw the face that Jen was giving me.  It was the kind of face that anyone would have if they were in the middle of releasing their bladder. “Jill!” Jen panicked.  “It’s not stopping!  The diaper…It’s swelling a lot around my legs…” I smirked.  “You’ll be fine.  That’s a Trest.  That can hold a river.” “The Hudson River?” Melanie joked. Finally, Jen let out a huge sigh of relief.  Just as I told her, the diaper didn’t leak.  But now, I could only guess that Jen’s diaper was beginning to sag a little. Jen then gave me a weird smile.  She whispered into my ear.  “I can’t believe that I am saying this to you, Jill.  You know that unstoppable period of micturition that I just had?  It felt quite pleasurable.  I can see why you enjoyed it the first time that you were awake to experience it.  The release of dopamine and oxytocin.  What am I saying?  I can’t believe I am saying this!” I nodded.  “It’s okay.  It’s that tingly feeling that you get when you’re finished, right?” Melanie gasped.  “Yeah.  I kind of felt that too when I was done!” Just then, a couple of burly guys in beards and mustaches interrupted our conversation. “Hey!” the first guy shouted.  “Did I just hear you say that you were wearing diapers?” “Yeah,” the other guy added.  “We kind of watched the one girl suddenly just pee herself…” The first guy laughed.  “It’s okay because we’re wearing diapers too!  What kind of idiot would try to hold their bladder for more than eight hours?  Wearing them here is kind of an unspoken rule…” “Yeah…” the second guy added.  “You all have a happy new year!” We all nodded, and then laughed at the conversation that those men just gave us. About two and a half hours later, I saw Jen give me the same look that she had when she was peeing the first time.  From what I saw, she just went without hesitation.  I began to wonder.  Is Jen actually starting to enjoy wearing that diaper?  While Melanie didn’t tell me that she was going, I could tell that she went again at some point as there was no look of discomfort on her face. Almost two hours passed, and we were on the last minute of 2023.  Then the last 30 seconds…then 15, 14, 13, 12, 11… “10!” We and many thousands shouted all around Times Square.  “9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!!!!!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” The Waterford Crystal ball completed its descension into Times Square.  3,000 pounds of confetti rained down onto the tens of thousands of people who were all screaming in excitement at the birth of a new year.  2024 had officially arrived. About an hour later, we were able to get out of the crowds and back to Melanie’s apartment. We all entered, with Pink Trests that could probably still hold a couple more wettings similar to the one Jen had the first time. Prior to our leaving the apartment, Melanie had two sleeping bags in the small living room, with two pillows.  Both Jen and I went towards the sleeping bags while Melanie retired to her bedroom for the night.  “Good night, you two!  See you in the morning!” I glanced at Jen and gave her a puzzled look.  “Well?” Suddenly, Melanie’s door opened.  “Jen, these are your panties.  Do you want them?” Jen grabbed the panties from Melanie and thanked her. “Good night.” Melanie said again before closing the door. I watched as Jen held her panties in her hand.  But instead of taking her diaper off and putting them on, she threw the panties aside. “What?” I gasped.  “Jen!  What are you doing?” “Just for tonight!” Jen told me.  “I peed this diaper good.  How much can it hold?” I gave her a mischievous grin.  “You just want to play in it, don’t you?” Jen’s face turned red.  “Um…Yeah.  I wanna know why you think it feels so good!  Yes, the release of urine, but the other thing.  Jen got into her sleeping bag, and I could tell that she was having a very pleasurable experience.  Her breaths became more labored as she let out a pleasant sigh.  “Jill…You’re right.  It’s good.  It feels so good…But now I must pray…Father, forgive me!” I sighed when I heard my sister say this.  “Sorry.  Am I being a bad influence?” Jen shook her head.  “You are, but no.  I just wanted to experience it once.  And I did.  Good night, Jill.  Happy New Year!” I let out a yawn.  “Happy New Year, Jen!” And Happy New Year to all my JJ Little Besties who made it this far.  My, was this a long one!  But this story is far from over, my JJ Littles.  With 2024 finally here, we can now begin to celebrate the season of love.  What?  Did you think that I was going to cover all of January?  No.  We are skipping right to February, my JJ babies.  The baby cupid was successful because his love arrows hit both me and Gary.  And in the next chapter, you are going to see what I consider to be one of the very best dates that I ever had with Gary.  And don’t worry if you don’t have a mommy or daddy, my JJ Besties.  I, Mommy Jill, will be your Valentine.  Stay tuned, my JJ Littles, because the sparks of love are about to fly everywhere…

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