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I'll start by saying I am mostly an AB who wears diapers, but there are times when that branches out into other areas. I spent yesterday and today working to move my mother from a place 3 hours south of me, to a place 2 hours north of me! And she has more junk than any three people need. Thankfully my family was a great help, but it was still a lot of work. Anyway, as soon as my wife and mother headed back to the old house to stay there and do the cleaning, after hugs and kisses goodbye, I went inside and started up a pitcher of iced tea for tonight's activities. As the water was running, I realized I had to pee quite a lot, so I decided "what the hell." I started, then stopped to put my keys and wallet on the counter and kick off my shoes, then really let go. Ohhhhhh... I can't describe how nice a wet pair of Wranglers feel on sore legs after a hard weekend of work. I'm sitting here chugging my water (tea is almost ready) and enjoying the wet coolness for a while until the butt is soaked, then I'll change into a diaper for the night. Ahh, it's been a long time since I wet my pants without protection, that was exquisite.

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Part 1 "Let's split up, gang! We'll go investigate the basement!" Frank offered, hand tight around Diane's waist, giving it an extra squeeze with the words, which got a giggle out of the girl. "Yeah, I'm sure you will," Veruca muttered under her breath, watching the two go off, hardly able to wait until they were out of sight before they began to undress each other. "Come on, Scruffy, are you going to go with me?" She hated to ask for his help - just as much as she hated calling him by that stupid nickname - but she had little choice for either. He was the only one left, and at least he came with that stupid dog, which would hopefully be enough to scare off whatever burglar or squatter or whatever was in this supposedly haunted house before they realized it was just a big, friendly, harmless teddy bear. And, no matter how good a detective she was, she simply couldn't find his real name anywhere, so it was either Scruffy or nothing. "What?" Scruffy asked, half-open eyes staring at the dog. "Yeah, I think he's right," he nodded sagely, staring back up at Veruca. "We need to keep an eye on things here." Veruca glared at him unhappily, but he was too oblivious, both naturally and with a little chemical help, to notice. Finally, she just snapped, "Fine!", stomped and turned away, marching into the musty, cobweb-filled house on her own. Normally that wouldn't bother her so much - she was used to it by now - but there was just something about this place that gave her the creeps. Most people might say it was just the dark, late October night affecting her, but she was certain there was something big going down here. She could feel it in her bones. This could be what it took for the local authorities to really start taking her seriously... Even if she would wind up having to share the credit with that vanload of idiots. Still, without them, she never would have made it there in the first place, not after her last solo adventure had ended with her losing her prey by crashing her car into a tree. Now she was right back to where she'd started, bumming rides off of Frank. Diane, of course, wouldn't dream of letting him out of her sight with another girl, especially to some dark, lonely house. With anyone else, it wouldn't be a bad idea, but Veruca had no interest in the pompous douche-bag. And where Frank went, Scruffy came along with his dog, for reasons Veruca was never entirely clear on. He was just always there already when Frank picked her up. She figured either Frank found him funny, or Scruffy was his dealer and he just wanted to stay on his good side, so he indulged him by letting him tag along. Clearly, if he was crazy enough to think his dog could talk to him, it wasn't a bad idea. Of course, it might have been nice to have somebody to go with her, seeing as she'd pulled up to the half-destroyed front doors with a van full of people, even if none of them were particularly useful. She knew the house wasn't haunted, as it was said to be, but there was something going on, and she didn't want to run into a squatter, or someone making drugs, or whatever, all by herself, even with the taser tucked away in her bag and the heavy flashlight she was sweeping around the rooms she passed through, searching for clues. She was small, mousy, and bespectacled, and looked entirely non-threatening in nearly every possible way. She liked to think she looked smart, but that wasn't the kind of intimidation she needed if she were to get into a physical altercation. That hadn't happened yet, nor had it ever come close to happening, but it was always a possibility, one she tried to prepare for, and get the others ready for as well. Most of the time, like tonight, they didn't even pretend to listen to her anymore. She found herself yelling at them more and more, with less and less of an effect. She'd practically had to throw a tantrum to get them moving this time, something Diane had been all too happy to call her out on. "Don't get your little panties in a bunch," she'd told her, using that infuriating tone of hers that made it sound like she thought Veruca was ten years younger than her, rather than ten months. The slut probably just thought the idea of wearing panties at all was chidlish, Veruca thought bitterly to herself. "Don't worry about her. She's just jealous." "Yeah, right," Veruca scoffed. "Like she'd be jealous of..." A chill shot up her spine, her hand clutching tighter around the flashlight as she realized what had just happened. She whipped around, looking for the source of the unfamiliar voice, the beam of her flashlight shakily slashing through the darkness around her and finding only dust and spiderwebs. "Who are you?" she demanded. "There's no need to be scared, dear," the voice answered, warm and maternal, and seemingly coming from behind her, no matter which direction she turned. "I'm not going to hurt you." "You shouldn't be in this house," Veruca informed her. "You're trespassing, and..." "You're the one who's trespassing," the voice countered. "But I don't mind. It's always nice to have visitors. And there are so many tonight... It was your idea, though, wasn't it?" "Well, yes," Veruca couldn't help but smiling a little as she took the credit. "But you're still trespassing here, too. I don't care how long you've lived here, you don't own this house, and therefore..." "This is my house," the voice insisted. "Where are you?" Veruca finally asked, giving up on figuring it out herself. "I thought you'd never ask. Go back to the hall, turn right, and I'm in the next room." That made sense, Veruca thought, feeling silly for not realizing this woman was probably just in another room. Sure, it sounded like she was right there, but the walls were likely very thin, so it was just about the same thing. She walked out into the hall, stopping right before the next doorway. She reached into her bag and putting a hand on her taser, just in case, and took a breath. She knew she couldn't take too long, since whoever was in the room had to have seen her flashlight, but she could afford a moment to compose herself. This didn't seem like it was going to be the bust that made her famous, but every little bit helped, and every squatter evicted had to earn her some small amount of respect, surely. Not as much as if something nefarious really was happening here, but there wasn't much she could do about that. "I'm so sorry to disappoint you, dear," the voice chuckled, "but there's nothing going on." Veruca felt the dagger of cold stab into her again, this time certain she hadn't said that out loud. "Who are you?" she asked again, quieter this time. "Just come in and see," the voice invited. "I promise, I'm not going to hurt you." It had to be somebody she knew, Veruca reasoned, someone who knew her well enough to be able to guess what she was thinking. But the voice didn't sound familiar, certainly not that familiar, and there was no reason for anyone she knew to be there, except for Diane, and she was surely too busy with Frank to be disguising her voice and messing with her. "You don't know me," the voice told her, "but I'd love to meet you." Despite the words, Veruca continued mentally searching through her list of who could have known where she'd be. There was always the possibility that one of the others had told someone they knew, but she and they didn't exactly run in the same circles mostly, so this little "mind reading" act would be hard for them to pull off. Her skin crawled slightly as she crossed more and more alternatives off her list, until finally she had to accept she wasn't going to get an answer by standing around waiting. "Don't jump out at me," she warned, shifting her flashlight to her free hand and pulling her taser out of the bag, "I am armed, and I don't respond to surprises well." "I don't think you need to worry about that," the voice chuckled softly. Gathering up her courage, Veruca rounded the corner, shining her light directly into the door, feeling a bit like a police officer making a bust. Only there wasn't anyone in that room, either. Quickly, she stepped inside and turned around, surveying the hall behind her, making sure nobody was sneaking up on her. "This isn't funny," she told the voice. "You're almost here," it responded. "Go to the bookshelf." Veruca found the shelf in her flashlight's beam and slowly approached, staring up at it uncertainly. It was big, taller than her, and rather imposing, even empty as it was. "Okay..." "On the right side," the voice instructed, press on the third brick out on the fifth row from the bottom." "Okay, yeah, whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just come out and tell me who you are and why you're here." "Just do it," the voice said again. Veruca checked behind herself one more time, then knelt down beside the bookcase, carefully counting the bricks, pushing in on the one she'd been directed towards. It didn't move inwards at all, or do anything to indicate it was anything but an ordinary brick. "Yeah, nothing, wow, what a surprise. Now what are you..?" Suddenly, the entire bookshelf popped upwards an inch or two, making Veruca jump in response, falling back and away onto her butt. She dropped her flashlight, leaving her to scrabble for it so she could make sure she really was seeing what she thought she was. And she was. The shelf was now gliding away along the wall, though she could now see that there were wheels on the bottom. She lifted her flashlight to see what was beyond, but all she could see in there when she did so was light. "Hurry," the voice urged. "It starts to close again as soon as it is all the way open." "I don't know..." Veruca said, suddenly apprehensive. She still had no idea who was talking to her, and whether they might mean harm to her. She didn't know how to get back out once she was in there, either. "It opens from the inside, too," the voice reassured her, though just the fact that it said that, and right as she was thinking about it, did the opposite. "You'll be perfectly safe." This was, she mused, exactly where having one of the others along with her would help. At the very least, they could confirm that she wasn't going crazy, but, more usefully, they could wait outside by the brick, ready to let her out if it turned out there wasn't really a release on the inside. She could call them, she supposed, but would they come? Probably not, not unless they were ready to leave and waiting on her to get back so they could. If anything went bad inside, she could always call them then. And she still had her taser, after all... "All right," she sighed, having talked herself into it. "I'll do it." She stood up, shining her flashlight into the void beyond the shelf, which greeted her with light once more. As she got closer, however, she began to see why that was - the room was one big mirror, not just the walls, but the floor and ceiling, too. She could see herself there, reflected over and over in a way that made her a little nauseous to stare at, and made it difficult to be certain nothing else was inside, even though that was what it looked like. The shelf had reached the far end of its journey and was starting to roll back towards her now, moving faster than it had on the first part of its trip. "You're not in there," she pointed out to the voice, as if it didn't know. "There's another door inside," it replied, and, indeed, it did sound closer than it had before. She knew it was probably stupid, but with the shelf rapidly approaching, she had to make a choice, and by then, she was too curious to do anything but step inside. A moment later, the rolling stopped, and then the shelf began to sink again, the mirror on the back of it lining up perfectly with the other mirrors in the cube. Veruca began to feel dizzy as she looked around - despite the beam of her flashlight making plenty of illumination for the room, she was having a hard time figuring out where exactly in it she was, and making the mistake of turning around only made things worse. The mirrors all fit together seamlessly, making it impossible to tell which direction she'd come from. "Where is this other door?" she asked, fighting to keep from sounding panicked. "It's right here," the voice replied from behind her. She looked up at the walls, but saw no indication that there was anyone else in the room with her, which made her nearly jump out of her skin when she turned around and saw the woman standing there. She was in her thirties, maybe, pretty, but with sad eyes. And, somehow, despite the endless number of images of herself around the room, Veruca could only see one of the woman. "The room is the doorway," the woman continued, giving Veruca time to try, and fail, to wrap her head around what was going on. "What is going on?" Veruca demanded, fixing her eyes on the woman, glad for something definite to focus on, at least. "How are you doing that?" "Veruca," the woman said, taking a step closer, "do you know where you are?" "I'm investigating rumors of a supposedly haunted house," she replied. "No, not that," the woman waved her off. "Here. Do you know what this is?" She gestured to the room at large, to the reflections of reflections of reflections of Veruca looking around, bewildered. "Some people call this the devil's toy box," the woman explained, "but that doesn't really explain anything, does it? That could mean any number of things, none of them good. But this isn't something evil, dear, I promise. This is nothing more than a net." Veruca's stomach wrenched inside of her. "A net for me?" she asked, sure she'd just walked herself straight into a trap. "What? Oh, no, no," the woman laughed. "It's a net for souls. It concentrates energy, enough to attract souls once they become... detached from their living vessels. It's surprisingly difficult to build - the mirrors have to be the exact same size, the same quality..." "Why are you telling me this?" Veruca interjected. In her experience, this sort of monologuing rarely led to anything good. "I could tell you were curious," she explained. "And I'm sure my husband would have liked someone to know how hard he had to work to perfect this." "I'd be happy to let people know," Veruca offered, "but I can't do that if you kill me." "Kill you?" The woman chuckled again. "Where do you get these ideas, Veruca? What good would killing you do me? That would completely defeat the purpose of bringing you here." "Then why am I here?" Veruca asked nervously, lifting her taser slightly to make sure the woman saw she had it. "Oh, Veruca... I'm so hungry... It's been so long, I can barely remember what things taste like, just that the ability to taste is divine..." Veruca backed up, bumping into a wall. She lowered the hand with the flashlight, feeling on the wall behind her, looking for a swith, a button, anything, even though she wasn't sure if it was the wall she'd come in from. "I am not on the menu!" she declared, jabbing out with her other hand, and the taser clutched in it. "I wouldn't eat you!" the woman laughed. "I'm not a cannibal, dear. I just need your help. We all need your help." "We?" Veruca jumped as she felt something brush past her on either side, a pair of children walking past her to their mother, who put a hand around each's shoulders. Veruca spun around, sliding her hand up the glass, finding it solid at least far enough up that there should have been no way through for those kids. "What do you two think?" the woman asked gently as Veruca turned back around. The children didn't cast reflections, either, but she was expecting that by then. "This nice lady is going to help us. Isn't that nice of her?" There was a girl and a boy, quite close to the same size, though she wasn't sure if they were twins, or a year apart. "Thank you, ma'am," they intoned as one, making Veruca's skin start crawling again. "Stay away!" she warned, hitting the trigger on the taser, letting the electricity arc across it for a moment to show them she meant business. The children giggled, which was even more unsettling than speaking, though the girl did that afterwards. "She's funny, mommy," she said. "Yes, she is," the mother agreed. "Do calm down, Veruca. Just go to your right." Veruca pondered whether she should for a moment, but there didn't seem to be much else she could do, so she slid across the mirror until she hit the corner. "Now just push that wall out," the woman instructed. Veruca tried leaning against it, but that did no good. "No, you have to really push, dear. To work correctly, it has to shut quite firmly, you know." Veruca threw herself against it again, then, reluctantly, turned to face it. She glanced back over her shoulder, looking at the three figures standing behind her, not liking that she couldn't keep an eye on them and do this at the same time, nor that the woman suggested, "It would be easier without all that stuff in your hands." "Are you sure this is the right wall?" Veruca asked, spinning back around to face them. "I'll feel awful silly if I keep pushing on it and nothing happens." "I know this place all too well," the woman replied. "Just push on that corner, dear. All will be well." Slowly, Veruca knelt down, setting down the flashlight, and then the taser, keeping an eye on the trio all the while. She considered putting the taser back in her bag, but digging around in there for it wouldn't be any easier than ducking down and grabbing it, especially since she'd probably need to be dodging them at the same time. "I guess you aren't going to help," she mumbled, standing back up and turning around, pressing her hands to the smooth surface, staring right into her own frightened eyes as she strained and pushed, fighting to find the strength in her small form to budge the wall. Just when she thought it was hopeless, she felt the wall jerk upwards away from her, then, to her great relief, it began to roll, letting her see first a sliver, then more and more, of the dirty, decrepit house beyond. "Got it!" she announced proudly, shivering suddenly as a strange chill ran up her spine. She shook it off as she turned back to the woman and her children, only to find that they were gone. She began to shiver again, quickly grabbing her things from the floor of the glass cube and getting out before the shelf could begin rolling back into place again and trap her inside. The house seemed especially dark now, and while she didn't know how they'd gotten past her and out so quickly, she was sure that was why she couldn't find the people she'd just been talking with. "Yeah, it's real funny... Where did you guys go?" But there was no answer. Veruca wandered the rooms around there for a little while, searching for any sign of them, or where they might have ducked out. She was squatting down, examining the floor, starting to feel a little frustrated and confused, when it happened. She had learned to limit her drinking before missions, knowing that having to run off to try to find a bathroom, or even a bush to duck behind, could cost valuable time in the middle of a case. So she hadn't needed to go, wasn't even thinking about it, and yet, as she knelt there, she felt her bladder start flooding into her underwear, straight through and onto the fabric of her skirt, and, as she tried, and failed, desperately to stop it, down onto her socks, and the floor beneath them. "Oh, jinkies," she gasped, hardly able to believe what had just happened to her. That had been no small amount of urine, certainly more than the small amount of coffee she'd had in preparation for this investigation should have produced, not to mention the fact that there was no reason she shouldn't have been able to stop it, or at least known it was about to happen well before she peed her pants like that. She'd faced all kinds of weird and scary situations, and never done that - and certainly not twenty minutes after the fact. She groaned as she realized how much of a field day Diane would have with this, like the girl needed new ammunition for picking on her. She briefly thought about undressing and hanging her wet things up to dry, but she wasn't about to wander around this place half-naked, especially not when there had to be a couple kids somewhere, even if they seemed to have vanished into thin air with their mother. She had to be getting sick, she decided. That was the only thing that would explain this and what she thought she'd seen. She didn't feel bad, but some sicknesses were sneaky that way. And speaking of sneaky, she jumped as she heard Diane's voice from behind her. "Aren't you done yet? Frank and I are bored, we're ready to go. Come on." Veruca quickly turned around, putting the wet spot on her skirt behind her, away from Diane's wandering flashlight. "D-Did you find anything?" she asked, trying to sound normal, lifting her own flashlight to see the other girl. "Oh, yeah," Diane nodded. "We found three ghosts, but they promised to be good and stop haunting this place, so we're good to go." Before Veruca could stop herself, she squeaked out, "Really?" Normally, she'd have been too smart to rise to the bait, but in the moment, she was too busy trying to work out how the trio had gotten past her and down to the basement. Diane rolled her eyes. "Yeah, then they got beamed up onto their spaceship and flew away. Dumbass. Now come on, or we're going to leave you here." "All right, I'll be there in a minute. I just have a little more evidence to collect," Veruca said, waiting for Diane to walk down the hall before leaving the room, wanting to stay behind her while she tried to think about how she might be able to hide her accident beyond that. She stuck her head back in the room with the shelf one last time as she passed, searching in vain for some hint that there was something she was missing, but it was just as empty as before. She made her way back to the front door, pushing it closed with her foot so she wouldn't have to turn around, seeing the other three waiting for her by the van, its doors standing open, thankfully, since it always stunk after Scruffy stayed staked out in there. She walked across the yard to them, feeling self-conscious. "So..." she said, tugging at her sweater, "I think we're going to need to come back here again. I don't have anything definite, but I really think there's something here, guys." "If you say so, man," Scruffy shrugged. "Like, we didn't see a thing, did we?" The dog didn't answer. "We can talk about that later," Frank responded. "Let's just get going for now." "Yeah," Diane nodded, smiling. "But do you have a garbage bag or something? Little Veruca here pissed herself." Veruca blushed, gasping. "Oh, please, don't look so surprised. I'm not an idiot." But that wasn't why Veruca was gasping, and a moment later, she saw three pairs of eyes move downward, indicating they'd figured out the real reason, seeing the fresh river of pee running down her legs to the puddle forming beneath her feet. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Diane's face scrunched as she looked at her. "Well, that," Veruca said, staring down at herself, just as shocked as the others, "is quite the mystery."

I have been wearing 24/7 for over a year and a half and while i didn't follow the program to the letter Pretty much of what the author wrote about happened to me. It was already easy to wet my diaper when i started it so that was no big deal to get over it was the whenever, wherever which was hard. I started in smaller private places where people wouldn't notice that i was wetting my diaper and in time got used to wetting pretty much anywhere. Over the first 6 months or so i started to wet more frequently and i started to get bladder spasms ( more like a vibration to me ) and would just let loose. My nighttime wetting became more frequent as well. I also found that i could wet in any position i was in. About the 8th or 9th month I was out at a local coffe shop ordering coffee to go when without any warning or urge to go i started to wet my diaper. I didn't feel anything till the warmth and wettness.This kept happening alot as time went on but i will say many times i will feel the need to go but i just can't hold it longer then maybe 20 or 30 seconds at best and i just go. I rarely ever wake up dry anymore and half the time i don't even wake up when i wet. One thing i would like to say i did not try to become bowel incontinent and i'm not at all Thats something for fun when you want to not because you can't control it at least for me anyways. so here i am today pretty much diaper dependant and ok with it. I just had a physical and was wearing when the doc came into examine me of course he asked me why i was wearing and i told him iwas having trouble holding my pee and didn't want any accidents etc. Upon further tests it was determined that my bladder had Shrunk and weakened and that i have an enlarged prostrate as well which would lend itself to my incontinence also during research of my familys med history i found out that my older brother has suffered from a weakened bladder for about 3 yrs so it might have happened to me anyways. My close friends know that i wear diapers and understand and its a moot point with them so no big deal there. Lastly the program does work its what you want out of it that differs. Be sure you want this, be sure if you want total incontinence bowel and urinary or just urinary like me. Good luck in your quest and let me konw how it goes for you. Thong5

Hi Im New To This Site Ive Come Across This Site And I Have Gathered That People On This Site Have Fetish About Nappies Well I Wear Nappies All The Time Because I Am Incontinent And I Dont Enjoy Wearing Nappies I Have Been Bullied A Lot So Why Please Tell Me Why Do You Like Wearing Nappies And How Do I Cope With Bullying About It Please Reply x

*chloroforms dailydi and tranqs Jonny and takes the diaper back to his house* (and That's EXACTLY what it looked like ) I hope they fixed the tape issues btw

Last night It happened again.... My wife and I had very wet sex. we both had about 4 beers and were bursting at the crotch to let go. we worked for a comfortable "inserted" position and both relaxed... then I started going deep inside her. moments later, she was going on me. we both finished wetting at the same time, then moments later we both finished the big one at the same time also. How awesome was it to know that after 16 years, the best love-making was yet to come...

Suqare_Duck: What you describe is exactly whey I get a bit disturbed about the "Incontinent Desires" forum or some of the threads like the one about getting into a mental hospital under false pretenses or using real disability caretakers for play and the like

The rest of the ride home Melissa hung out in the back of the car. She used this long drive home to daydream about becoming a baby and spending all day at home playing with toys, watching cartoons, using her diaper, not having to feed herself. Every so often she would come back to reality and see that she was in the car driving home with her whole family. She would look up front at her parents and wonder what they must be thinking about her. A lot of reflection went on during the trip home, and when they arrived Melissa was more confused as ever. She had just spent an amazing vacation with her whole family while wearing a diaper and playing as a toddler. Melissa slipped over the middle seats to hop out of the car when she realized that her legs were extremely cold. Just then she looked down to see that her pants were soaked. As quickly as possible Melissa hopped out of the car and ran up to her room before her parents could notice. She wasnt sure if she should just go hop on her bed like a baby and pretend she didnt notice, or if she should change her pants and wait for her mom to do her diaper. She decided that either way she was going to stay in her dirty diaper so she just hopped up on her bed. She heard some scuffling downstairs so melissa stuck her head out to hear what everyone was talking about. "I cannot believe she peed that much in the car" her father said. "Its my fault, I should have been checking her" said her mom. Melissa hopped back into her bed, wondering what she had done. She was very surprised that she didnt think about going to the bathroom and simply wet her diapers without thinking about it. Was she becoming diaper dependent? Soon Melissas focus turned to her soaked pants. "I cannot beleive this is real" she thought to herself. Placing her hand right on her diapered crotch she could feel how squishy and saggy her diaper was. She then smiled at how wonderful her diaper felt. Melissa slightly bounced on her bed to feel the pee pee in her diaper squish around. She then took her finger and poked her diaper and saw her finger mark impression stay. With a huge smile on her face, Melissa starting squeezing her legs together and bouncing and playing with her diaper. All of the sudden she heard footsteps coming up to her room. With a quickness Melissa hopped off of her bed and walked out of her room to greet her mom who was walking up to see her. "Mom, Im so sorry" Melissa said with a forced frown. She still had a diaper on that was sagging down to her knees and she had no worries about hiding anything. Melissa realized that she could pee right now in front of her mom and it wouldnt be a big deal. It would simply be thought of as a baby peeing her leaky diaper. Melissas mother walked Melissa back into her room and laid her down to change her diaper. While laying there Melissa felt so lucky to be getting her diaper changed by someone she loves so much. Her mother wiped her up and lifted her legs, all the while Melissa thinking about how she was actually getting her diaper changed. It was almost as if everything that has been happening to her was catching up to her at this very moment. She was laying on her bed having her diaper changed. She didnt have to do one thing, but lay there and get clean. When melissa was in a new fresh diaper she was so relieved and regressed that she didnt put pants back on. Just ran downstairs in a shirt and diaper. She ran all the way into the living room and hopped on the couch with the rest of the family. When she landed, powder squirted out of her diaper, and the scent of baby powder reminded her of how fresh her diaper was. While watching TV melissa started to come back to reality again, and realize that she was in a diaper and shirt around her family. What was she doing? Is she going to do this forever now? Why does she want to do this? All of these thoughts started coming back to her as she watched TV with her family. Is it too late to go back? Has she already started down her path? What if she doesnt want to do this anymore?

I know the feeling it is great. While i wear 24/7 I had run out of my abenas ( big party weekend Packers ,Brewers and badgers so i went through more than normal) so i jumped in my truck and headed to the local walgreens about a 20 min round trip I went in bought some Depends and as i was walking back to my truck i felt my bladder let go and started wetting my pants ( i have lost so much control thru untraining) No one saw me and thank god for the big plastic bag as i sat on it to keep my seat dry. The feeling was incredable the warmth and wetness of my jeans felt so good. I stayed in my wet jeans untill i wet once more then finally put on a diaper. What a great way to start my day.

Welcome! I like and learned to live with because I have to wear. What I'd like to know is how and when your diaper use "became public?" At your stated age of 23, who is bullying you and how? You should have learned how to handle it years ago. With only one post and not much other info, the only advice I can offer is to get into a gym/bodybuilder program and/or see a shrink to learn how to handle it. Oh yea, stay as far away from the bullies as you can. If you see them, go the other way. Create some safe areas. If you're working, that may be your boss's office, if in school, it may mean a counselors, trusted teacher, or principal/dean's office. BTW; friendly advice; one does not capitalize every word in a sentence. Side note to self; XXXXXXXX.

The Hunt Barbara flushed bright red as the pair of tittering fifteen year olds behind her erupted from their near constant state of giggling to full-fledged laughter. She straightened back up quickly, tugging the back of the short dress, pulling it back down over the seat of her thick, white tights, and, more importantly, the ruffles lining the same, sticking straight out. She flushed again as the action lifted the front of her dress, giving her a clear view of the bubble-gum pink panties beneath her tights, and the image of Barbie on them she knew was there, though without her glasses was just a blur. Daintily, she bent down, being extra careful not to flash her backside to her spectators again, and grabbed the easter egg she'd spotted peeking out from under the television stand. Anyone who viewed the scene would be forgiven for assuming that she, standing there in her short, purple dress with the sequined top, short, puffy sleeves, and poofy tulle skirt, its empire waist emphasized with a ribbon and a large bow in the front, which did a good job of obscuring her breasts, with her ruffled tights and shiny black Mary Janes below, holding onto a pink easter basket decorated with a ribbon and filled with brightly colored eggs, was the one being babysat. After all, she was certainly the smallest of the three girls in the room, even if you ignored the way she was dressed, in such a contrast to the other two girls in their matching mini-dresses, one in yellow and one in blue. It was hard, even for her, to believe that she was six years older than these girls. "Babysitter" didn't seem like an impressive job title, but it was one Barbara took very seriously. She'd been doing it for years, ever since she was old enough to convince her neighbors that she could watch their children and not get into too much trouble herself. The fact that she hadn't grown much since then had been annoying, but she combatted any potential problems it might cause with preparation. Over the years, she'd found the things that seemed to interest varying age groups the most, and would always carry a binder stuffed full of envelopes, each of them full in turn with notecards detailing those activities. She'd let her charges choose some of them - although she had some that she required - and helped them set up a schedule for themselves, one that kept them too busy and happy to think of rebelling against her. Of course, it also helped that the vast majority of her clients were far younger than her, mostly under ten. While there were more than a few that were taller than she was even so, they were still mostly young enough that the age difference would keep them from making fun of her, and the heels and padded bras she wore helped to emphasize that she was, indeed, older than them. She couldn't help but see her size as a disadvantage - not only could she buy clothes in the children's department, she really had no choice - but over the years she had learned how best to minimize that and still come across as a professional adult. It didn't always work. She'd missed out on more than a few job interviews because the people at the front desk refused to believe she was the applicant, instead asking her if she needed help finding her mommy. High school, of course, had been torture, and the day she'd graduated had been the best of her life. She never had to pay full price at the movies, though, or at restaurants, though that was because waiters generally refused to even bring her anything but a children's menu. But, even if her success rate was much lower with adults, she knew how to deal with kids to get them to recognize that she was the one in charge. Which was why she'd been reluctant to take this job. Abby and Addison were much older than her usual clients, in the age group that still made her nervous to be around, despite having been out of high school for years. She was sure they'd believe they were too old for a babysitter, and she was even inclined to agree with them, to a degree. There were certainly fifteen year olds out there capable of taking care of themselves, though she had no idea if these two were among them. Two weeks would be a long time to leave them all by themselves, but Barbara was more inclined to just pop in once or twice a day, rather than moving in for the entire duration. The money was too good to pass up, however, and only went up when she voiced her concerns. The parents had heard all kinds of praise for her around town, and, they said, she was just the only choice for them. So, despite her reservations, Barbara had agreed. The first day, just the day before, she realized, though it seemed like it should have been longer, started off badly - she should have taken it as an omen, but instead she took it as yet another sign that her car was old and crappy, and perhaps determined to kill her. As she waited for AAA to show up and bring her a tire to replace the one that had blown out, she called to apologize to the parents. Luckily, they were very understanding, telling her they knew it wasn't her fault, and not to worry too much about it. But eventually they had to leave for the airport, which made her feel even more nervous about the whole thing. They'd never actually met face to face, and while they said they'd left written instructions for her, she still liked to go over that sort of thing with the parents, just in case. Finally, AAA got there, and, after having to show the driver her license to get him to believe it was her car, she got everything fixed and went back on her way, fretting over what was coming. Even with younger kids, it was always better for their parents to introduce her, a first, and very important, step towards making them respect her. She couldn't help but worry over what not getting that would mean. She was also hoping for the best when it came to the activities she had planned. She knew some of them were a little silly, and maybe too juvenile for a pair of fifteen year olds, but it was difficult for her to judge. Her mother, who had been much more thrilled than her with how little she'd grown over the years, had used that as an excuse to keep treating her like a kid for as long as she could, so she'd been doing most of these things long after she was fifteen. Moving out had been another good day for her, even though she struggled to get enough babysitting jobs to cover her bills. The butterflies were flapping in full force as she pulled into the driveway, marveling at the size of the house. No wonder they'd been willing to pay her so much... The thought of staying here for a couple weeks was starting to sound more and more appealing, even as she worried more that anybody who had grown up here was likely to be rather stuck up. She sat in her car for a few minutes, fixing her make-up and adjusting her padded bra, checking herself in the mirror to be sure she looked as mature as possible before getting out, though the illusion was still somewhat shattered, or at least cracked, by how much she struggled to wrangle her bags, which were nearly as big as her, to the front door, where she waited and readjusted for another moment before ringing the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door swung open, revealing Abby and Addison standing there. They were tall, fit, still thin but muscular, clearly from the soccer their mother had told Barbara they played, and identical, right down to the tiny denim shorts that emphasized their legs and the black tank tops they were wearing. Even in her tallest pair of high heels, the pair towered over her, and she found her voice shaking with fear as she introduced herself. "M-My name is Barbara," she said, holding out her hand uncertainly. "I'm here to..." She paused, unsure what to say. Even her older kids objected to the term babysitting, and these girls were half a decade older than them, not to mention how absurd that concept seemed now that she was here, staring up at them. They turned to look at one another for a moment, then, to her relief, smiled. "To make sure we don't destroy the house when mom and dad are gone?" the one on the right suggested jovially, shaking her hand. "I'm Abby." "Or we could call it young-adult-sitting," the other remarked, taking Barbara's hand once her sister had let go. "I'm Addison. You could call me Addy if you want, but most people think that's too confusing, since she took the easy name." "They only gave it to me because I'm cuter," Abby stuck her tongue out at her twin. Barbara smiled as she watched them, feeling much more at ease. "Addison's a nice name, too," she said. "It's more unique." "That's true," Addison nodded. "There's like two other Abbys in our school." "Oh, so now you're saying my name isn't good enough?" Barbara laughed. "Everyone's name is just fine." The girls turned to each other as one. "Well..." Addison said uncertainly. "Barbara... I don't know about that," Abby continued, the two sounding like they were speaking from the same brain, in a way that was almost creepy. "It sounds too fuddy-duddy," Addison agreed. "Enough that I'll actually use the term fuddy-duddy, which is pretty fuddy-duddy itself." "Well, I don't really have any..." Barbara started to say, only to be cut off. "You know what fits you better? Barbie. That's nice, isn't it?" Abby asked, turning to her sister rather than Barbara, who was wincing. She hated that name, always had. She had relatives who had called her that as a child, and they were still her least favorite family members. "It's perfect!" Addison declared. "You just look like a Barbie!" The two laughed at the same time, then Addison clarified, "I mean, you look more like your name should be Barbie than Barbara. Not that you look like a Barbie doll." Barbara's face turned red and she fidgeted slightly, staring down at herself, at the body she was well aware wasn't curvy, like her nickname-sake, and would be even less so without her padded bra. "Not to say that you don't look pretty!" Abby broke in for her sister. Barbara half expected one of them to point out she was more like Skipper than Barbie, a popular thing to tell her in high school, but they didn't. She wondered if they even knew who Skipper was - had they made her since these girls had been alive, and old enough to play with her? Instead, Abby said, "We should probably stop yammering and let you in, huh?" "You could," Barbara shrugged, smiling as the two backed away from the door and she started gathering her things back up. "Look at all that stuff!" Addison declared. "How did you get all this up to the door?" She reached down to grab one of the bags, Abby doing the same. "You do know it's only two weeks, right?" Abby giggled. "I do," Barbara blushed. "I have my stuff, and then the stuff I always bring on jobs..." "Ooh, I want to see," Abby declared, starting to look through Barbara's things eagerly, like a little kid searching for treats. "Well, it's... uh... Most of my clients are much younger than you, so I don't really... I just brought it out of habit, you know..." She gently took her bag back from Abby, and then Addison, who had started looking through the one she'd taken. "What's the matter, have something naughty in there we aren't allowed to see?" Barbara blushed just slightly at that, holding out her babysitting supplies. "Here they are if you want to see them. Now, my room..?" "Up those stairs, second door on the right," Addison said as the two started going through the bag, cooing and laughing over the dolls and games and such they found in there. Barbara wasn't going to complain, but it sure would have been nice if she'd had some of the help she'd gotten getting through the door now that she was hauling her things upstairs. The privacy was nice for unpacking, though. By the time she finished, the girls seemed to have grown bored of looking through her belongings, which she suspected they would, seeing as they were meant for much younger audiences. She wasn't even sure why she'd brought it, other than what she'd told them. She always had it with her when she was babysitting, so she'd brought it. There were some useful things in there, but for the most part, she doubted she'd have much need for anything, outside an emergency. The twins were gone, though a bit of investigation quickly turned them up in the living room, staring at the TV. Barbara set her bag down behind the couch and watched them for a minute, enthralled with how much they mirrored each other in their movements and mannerisms. Now that they weren't standing as they had been at the door, she wasn't quite sure which was which, something she was sure they'd taken advantage of in the past. "You guys all right?" she asked, feeling a little silly. Of course they were. There was nothing unusual about this for them, other than her being the one in charge rather than their parents. "We're fine," Addison told her, barely looking up. "Why don't you go lie down for a bit? You had a rough morning, didn't you?" "Yeah, I was... Just going to do that." Barbara waved awkwardly, unable to entirely shake the idea that one of her charges had basically just told her to take a nap, but she really had been planning on that already, so she didn't fret over it too much as she went back upstairs and laid down, setting her glasses on the nightstand. She hadn't expected to fall asleep, but the next thing she knew, she was waking up, the clock on the nightstand telling her it was almost 1 pm. She sat up, grabbing for her glasses and putting them on before stumbling downstairs. The girls were still in the living room as she made her sheepish re-entrance. "Look who's up," Abby said, turning to look at her. "Did you guys have lunch?" she asked with a blush. "Yeah, there were leftovers in the fridge. There's still some left if you're hungry." "Thanks," she nodded, stomach growling softly. "Sorry about that... I'll make it up to you guys. How about we go out to eat tonight?" The girls looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure," Addison agreed. Barbara made her way to the kitchen, stopping by the dining room to pick up the money the twins' mother had told her would be there so they could do just the sort of thing she'd just promised, and got herself some food. The rest of the day passed peacefully, with the girls watching TV and texting - she wouldn't let them do just that the whole time she was with them, but one lazy day wouldn't hurt - and her reading and inconspicuously scoping the place, trying to figure out what the best places to hide Easter eggs would be. The whole thing was silly, yes, she couldn't deny that, but she figured she might as well make it challenging for them if she was going to do it. They seemed like they enjoyed silly things, anyway, at least for a bit... She had a feeling they'd indulge her enough to find at least a few of her eggs. "You guys getting hungry?" she asked later that afternoon. "No, not yet," Abby said, looking over at her. "It's still pretty early. Are you hungry?" "Maybe it's snack time," Addison suggested. "Oh, that's right. Do you want a snack, Barbie?" Barbara started to shake her head, but the girls were already off with this idea. "Go make a snack," Addison ordered Abby. "I can, if you..." Barbara started to stand, but Abby was already up, and hurried over to her, pushing her back into her seat. "Don't worry about it, it's under control," she said, scurrying off to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with apple slices, which she set down right in front of Barbara. "Eat up!" "Well, I'm not all that hungry, but if you guys want some, I..." Barbara shut herself up, knowing it was too late to actually stop them anyway. Abby had already made them for her, and there was no use letting them go to waste. "Thank you," she said, picking one up and eating it. She planned to only eat one or two, and let them have the rest, but she found herself absentmindedly picking one up every now and then as she read, until they were all gone. As it turned out, she didn't even have to ask when they were hungry, as an hour or two later they announced they were by discussing what they wanted to wear out. "We should wear our new dresses," Abby suggested. Addison, on the other hand, insisted that, "They're our Easter dresses. We shouldn't wear them until Easter. Right, Barbie?" "Well..." Barbara didn't like taking sides, but they were both staring at her, expecting an answer. "I agree with Abby." "Really?" Addison asked, deflating. "They're just not as special if you wear them early, and it wouldn't be fair to you, since you don't have one..." Barbara's cheeks burned bright red after a moment of confusion, and the girls knew instantly that she'd mixed them up. "Oh, silly Barbie!" Addison teased. "You meant me, didn't you?" Embarrassing as it was, there was no use denying it, so she nodded. "Sorry..." "No, it's fine... Happens all the time!" Addison smiled at her and gave her a hug, then the two went up to their rooms, chattering about what they should wear instead if not for their new outfits. Barbara, for her part, threw on a gray skirt and yellow blouse, nothing too fancy, throwing on a jacket just in case it got cool that evening. The twins didn't get too dressed up either, thankfully, and soon they had all filed down to her car and she was following their directions to the restaurant they'd chosen, chuckling as they asked if they could drive, claiming their parents let them do it all the time. The place they had chosen was rather mid-scale, not too fancy, but not just fast food, either. They had to wait to be seated, something the girls clearly knew, as Addison raced ahead to reserve their place in line as soon as they were in the door. They seemed quite familiar with the place, and the people who worked there seemed familiar with them, as the hostess commented when taking them to their table just a few minutes later, "I didn't know you two had a little sister." The twins chuckled as Barbara turned red and began to open her mouth to protest that, Addison interrupting with, "Oh, she's just so shy! She doesn't like to go out with us, but we made her today!" "I am not..." Barbara started to say, rushing up from the back of the group, which, she realized, did make her look a bit like a shy little girl, bumping right into Abby. If she hadn't known better, it would have almost looked like Abby happened to step right in front of her at the last second, but why would she have done that? Barbara stumbled and started to fall, Abby catching her at the last possible moment. Barbara thought she felt a hand brush against her face, though she later decided it was her imagination, or just the feeling of her glasses falling off. As soon as they did, the world turned blurry and she started looking around desperately. She was very farsighted, and any time she dropped her glasses she lived in constant fear of stepping on them. "And she's a little klutzy, too," she heard Addison add. "Guys, help me look for my glasses," she instructed, carefully kneeling down and patting the floor around her. "Honey, I don't see them," Abby said gently. "Get up." "I'll have the waitresses for this section keep an eye out," the hostess promised. "But..." Barbara pouted as Abby pulled her back to her feet, guiding her to their table. She didn't like to admit it, but she was glad Abby kept ahold of her arm as they made their way there. It was always somewhat disorienting the first minute or two after taking off her glasses, especially when she wasn't expecting it, and while her sight wasn't bad enough that she would bump into anyone normally, it was hard to be sure she wouldn't in those few moments of uncertainty. Finally, they made it to the table and she sat down, still fretting over her missing glasses. "Don't worry," the hostess assured her as she set a menu down in front of her, "I'm sure we'll find them, sweetie." Even though it sounded a little too much like what one would say to a little kid, it was still a little comforting, at least until the woman had turned to the twins and asked, "Do we need a booster seat for her?" "No!" Barbara answered quickly. As it was at many restaurants, the table did feel a bit high, but it wasn't that bad, until she looked around and saw how much taller the twins looked than her, the sitting position negating the height boost of her heels. As soon as the hostess was gone, she slipped out of her seat and took of her jacket, saying, "It's pretty warm in here," and, as naturally as she could, folded it up and put it on her seat. It was only then that she noticed the menu she'd been given. It was clearly the kids' menu, as it was more of a plastic coated placemat than a real menu. It had pictures of all its food, which was helpful to her in her state, but she still bristled at it. "Can you believe this?" she asked the girls, holding it up. "Poor Barbie," Addison giggled, reaching over and patting her head. "Do you want to look at mine? I always get the same thing here." "Thank you," Barbara said, taking it and opening it up. If she squinted, she could make out the headings of the different categories of food, but other than that, it might as well have been in Chinese, and, unlike the kids' menu, there were only pictures of a few things, none of which looked appetizing to her. The thought of asking one of the girls to help her read it was too embarrassing to consider, so she started to lower it to ask what they usually got, only to find that there was a waitress at their table already. "Hey, girls," the woman was saying. "Switching it up tonight?" "Not tonight," Abby shook her head. "What does this cute little thing want, then?" she asked, coming over behind the flustered Barbara. "Is it after six? Well, she'd better just stick with water, then," Addison said, checking her watch. "You know how kids are." "I am not a kid!" Barbara insisted unhappily, really disliking how far they were taking this little joke. "Of course you aren't," the waitress comforted her condescendingly. "What do you want to eat?" "Umm..." Barbara stared down at the menu she couldn't read, and then over at the children's menu she was now even less inclined to order from, unsure what to do. "Well..." "Do you need a little more time?" the waitress asked. "She's just so stubborn," Addison shook her head. "She refuses to ask for help, even when she knows she can't do something. It's all right, Barbie, a lot of kids your age can't read." "I can read!" Barbara protested, a little louder than she'd intended. "I can read just fine," she said a little quieter, sulking. "Oh, really?" Addison called her bluff, getting up and standing beside her, pointing to a random word on the menu. "What's that say?" Barbara's stomach churned, suddenly feeling a little ill, at this test. "Well, I..." "Just sound it out," Abby suggested helpfully. "I... uh..." she squirmed uncomfortably, knowing that if she claimed it was because of her glasses, the waitress would assume she was just making excuses. "Okay, here's an easier one," Addison said, moving her finger slightly. "Just read it, sweetie." Barbara looked away, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly as she fought to maintain her composure. "Could I get some chicken tenders?" she asked the waitress. "Sure," the woman nodded, writing that down. "Children's chicken finger meal... And I'll bring you a booster seat, hon, so you don't have to sit on your nice coat." "No, I don't..." Barbara protested, but she was already gone. She turned back to the twins, who were giggling proudly. "Okay, guys, very funny, but that's enough, okay?" "We were just having a little fun, Barbie," Abby said. "You're just so fun to tease!" "Well, could you please stop?" she requested. "I am in charge here, and I don't ask for a lot of respect, but..." "Oh, don't worry," Addison told her, "we don't give you much." The two broke down into laughter that only got louder at Barbara's look of indignation. "We're joking! Calm down! We'll be good from now on, okay?" "Thank you," Barbara said stiffly, not finding this at all funny, but not wanting them to think she had no sense of humor. True to their word, they stayed polite as they waited for their food, though they did burst into laughter again when the waitress brought out their drinks and the booster seat. "I really don't need it..." Barbara tried to protest, but the waitress shooed her off of the chair and set it down, hanging her coat on the back of the chair. "It was going to get all wrinkly," the woman told her. "And look, with that there, nobody will be able to even see you're sitting on it." Barbara wasn't so sure about that, but she did have to admit that, hard plastic or not, it was still more comfortable than her lumpy coat, and higher, too, helping her to feel more in charge. She sipped at her water, though not too much, as she was starting to feel the need to pee, and adding more liquid to her bladder didn't seem like a good idea. She preferred to wait until they were home to go to the bathroom - a lot of teasing had gone down in the bathrooms at school, which made her feel nervous about public restrooms in general - though she was starting to think that wouldn't be an option this time. Sure enough, about halfway through her dinner, it got to be too much for her. "Which way are the bathrooms?" she asked the girls. They looked at each other for a moment, then pointed to the back of the restaurant. That pause in their response made her worry, questioning whether she'd seen restrooms at the front of the building when they'd come in or not, but the idea that they'd intentionally do that to her seemed unlikely enough that she wasn't going to risk offending them by accusing them of it. She hopped down from her chair and headed in that direction, bladder twinging painfully as she went. If she'd been at home, she'd have gone ten minutes before, but she always waited until the last possible moment when she was out, which was dangerous when you had a bladder as small as hers. She walked a little more quickly, threading her way past tables and looking around for a sign to point the way, but finding none. Still, she kept searching, making her way to the back corner in case there was a hidden little hallway there she wasn't noticing. It was just wall, and, looking around herself, that seemed to be all there was. It had been just a joke. "Little brats," she mumbled to herself, hurrying towards the front of the restaurant. "Watch it!" someone barked at her as she bumped into their table. She let out a mumbled apology, backing right into another table, her desperation making her clumsy. "Sorry, I didn't..." She groaned as she felt a few drops of urine force their way into her panties. She started moving faster, making it only a few steps before tripping on a chair and falling on her face. For a moment she stayed there, trying to catch her breath, only to feel her underwear growing even wetter. Turning red, she sat up, trying to stop herself, knowing she was sitting right in the middle of the restaurant after causing a commotion and drawing all eyes to her. She squirmed, cheeks burning, pressing her hands into her crotch, but her bladder refused to listen as it emptied itself into a puddle beneath her, soaking through the back of her skirt. "Disgusting," she heard a woman sneer at her. "This is why people should pay attention to their kids!" someone else was saying. "I... uh..." she stammered, trying to explain it, to tell them what had happened, but unable to say anything. At the moment, she'd rather them think she was just a kid, rather than a twenty-one year old who had just wet herself in front of them. A few moments later, the twins came running up to her. "There you are!" Abby said, sounding relieved. "We got mixed up, it's the other place we usually go that has bathrooms in the back, here they're... Oh, BARBIE! You didn't!" Barbara stared up at Addison, sniffling, feeling extremely small. "We can't take you anywhere, can we? Oh, what a mess! I'm so sorry, folks..." Barbara felt herself being tugged up by the arm, turned around for Addison to survey the damage. "This is why we told mom you aren't ready for big girl panties yet! Abby, you go get someone to clean this up, I'll take care of her." Barbara, still sniffling, horrified, found herself being pulled through the restaurant, back to their table. "How could you?!" Addison demanded, tugging Barbara's coat off her chair and rolling it up, tying it around her waist. "We come here all the time! How are we supposed to show our faces here now that we brought YOU and you peed all over their floor!" "It was an accident," Barbara told her, it taking all her strength not to burst into tears. Stop treating me like a kid, I..." "You'd better be glad I'm treating you this way!" Addison cut her off forcefully. "Would you rather I announce to everyone that you're the supposed best babysitter in town? Huh? A grown woman pissing her pants in public? You should thank me! In fact, you'd better. Thank me, right now, for being a good big sister and looking out for you." Barbara jumped in shock as her silence earned her a swat on the bottom. "Thank me!" "Thanks," Barbara mumbled, wincing as she was hit again. "Thank you for looking our for me." The third brought tears to her eyes. "Th-Thank you for being a good big sister...." "Finally! You can be such a stubborn little thing, can't you?" Barbara blushed deep red at what had happened to her, standing by awkwardly as the waitress returned and Addison got a box for the rest of Barbara's meal, as the twins had finished eating already. When they got to the front to pay, the hostess had her glasses waiting for her, thankfully. The drive back to the twins' house was quiet, with her feeling much too meek to even apologize for what had happened. As soon as they were inside, however, the twins perked back up. "I think it's bedtime," Addison said. "It's still early," Barbara checked her watch, "but if you guys are tired, that's fine..." "No," Abby shook her head. "She didn't mean for us." "That's right," Addison agreed. "I mean for the little girl who humiliated us at our favorite restaurant." Barbara blushed, fidgeting. "Look, I'm really sorry about that, but..." "You are going to march right upstairs," Addison said sternly, pointing to the stairs, "and you are going to take a shower, and then you are going right to bed, young lady." "Now, hold on!" Barbara protested. "I'm sorry about what happened, but I am not a child, I am your babysitter, and you can't..." "Did either of us wet ourselves today?" Abby asked. "No, we didn't," Addison answered. "And we weren't late to get here, either, like someone. For all your reputation, you seem pretty unreliable to me." Barbara squirmed. "Yes, well..." "And look at you," Addison stepped a little closer to her, making her back off a step nervously. "How tall are those heels? How tiny are you without them?" Before Barbara could answer, she felt herself being picked up by Abby, who had circled around behind her. She started to struggle, kicking her feet and thrashing her arms to try to break them loose from Abby's grip, but Addison avoided her easily, unstrapping the shoes and letting them fall to the floor. When Abby set her back down, she felt positively tiny compared to these girls. "And these," Abby said, moving around in front of Barbara, poking out at her breast. "You don't think it's painfully obvious that those are fake? Take it off." Barbara was shaking now, terrified at how quickly she'd lost control of the situation. "Listen, this..." "Take it off, or we will," Abby threatened. Barbara stared up at them, eyes wide, seeing that they weren't joking. Whimpering, she turned around, wriggling out of her padded bra and letting it fall to the floor. "Look at that," Addison cooed as Barbara turned back around. "Just like we thought. You're just a little girl playing dress-up!" "But how old is she?" Abby asked. "I don't know... But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that this little girl gets her little butt upstairs and puts herself to bed before I give her a real spanking!" Barbara was horrified to hear herself squeak in terror at that, not doing herself any favors. "I was... uh... feeling a little tired anyway..." she stammered, backing away, then practically racing up the steps. Nothing like this had ever happend to her before. As she took her shower, she tried to think of how she could possibly get control back from these two. Things had definitely taken a turn for the worst, but it was just the first day. Surely, there was a way to turn things around. She felt less certain of that when she woke up the next morning and found all of her things gone. All of her clothes had vanished, along with her glasses, and even the pajamas she'd been sleeping in, and, worst of all, the panties she'd been wearing under them. Instead, she was clad only in a pair of thick cotton panties. They were pink, and she couldn't quite make out what was on them, but she knew it had to be something embarrassing. Other than that, the only article of clothing she found in her room was the dress, flouncy and juvenile, the tights, complete with ruffles, and the Mary Janes, all set up in her closet, waiting for her. What was she supposed to do?! She kept searching, hoping she'd find something else hidden somewhere, but there was nothing. Finally, she grabbed the blanket from her bed, wrapped it around herself, and left the room to go demand her things back. She was surprised to find Abby and Addison waiting in the hall outside for her. "Why aren't you dressed?" Addison asked. "We found a nice Easter dress for you and everything!" "It's not new," Abby told her, "But we haven't worn it for quite a while... And look, we're wearing our new Easter dresses!" "This isn't funny, you two," she said firmly. "You can't just take my things, that's stealing, and..." "Aww, do you need help, is that it?" Addison smiled down at her. "Come on, Abby, let's give her a hand." The two pushed the protesting Barbara back into the bedroom, yanking the blanket away. "Look at those sweet panties!" Abby exclaimed. "I bet they're her favorite because they have her on them!" Barbara was confused for a moment before realizing the blob on the panties must be Barbie. "They're not mine," Barbara protested. "You put them on me!" "Oh, please," Addison rolled her eyes. "You don't have to hide it! We know you're not a grown-up, it's okay if you like cute little panties like these." "But they aren't!" Barbara insisted as she was pushed back onto the bed, one of the twins gathering up the tights and then pushing them over her feet, working them up over her legs. They felt quite thick and warm and confining, but before she had time to protest that, the other twin was shoving her arms upwards and pushing the dress over them. She felt like a doll being dressed, especially as she was yanked to her feet, the tights pulled up and dress down at the same time. "Guys, please, you can't..." she managed to get out before being shoved back onto the bed again, the girls going back to work, one pulling her hair into ponytails and tying them with purple ribbon, the other getting the shoes on her. "Perfect!" Addison declared, and the twins pushed her over to her mirror, where she could see herself. Even if it was hard to make out details, it was clear that the person in the reflection could not be an adult, couldn't be the one in charge. How could this have happened? How had they so completely transformed her in so little time. It couldn't have been more than a minute or two since they'd started dressing her, and now, here she was, in a dress that threatened to show off her panties with even the slightest move. "I could just eat her up!" Abby giggled. "This suits you much better than those ridiculous things you were wearing yesterday, now doesn't it?" Barbara refused to answer, but they didn't care. "Come on," Addison said, grabbing her hand, "We've got a surprise for you!" They led her downstairs to the living room, where she could see the basket sitting on the table, decorated but empty, with a pile of candy and several piles of notecards beside it. "We found your eggs," she said. "That was so cute," Abby broke in. "You were just waiting for us to realize what a child you were so we'd put them out for you, weren't you? I mean, there's no way you thought we'd actually want to look for them." "And since we still don't know just how much of a little girl you are yet, we decided to play a little game. We're going to let you tell us." "Well, I'm not a little girl!" Barbara protested quickly. "I'm..." "Yeah, yeah, twenty-one... Sure, all twenty-one year olds pee their pants in public." Barbara flushed and fell silent at Abby's words. "You have one hour to look for the eggs," Addison told her. "They're hidden all over the house. Once the hour is up, you'll come back here, and we'll see what candy you found." "Every Skittle you find," Abby said, "is one year older you get to be. Every M&M takes one year off of your age." "We found your little schedule, too," Addison told her. "It was very handy of you to make all those suggestions, and for all your possible age groups, too! There's one card from each of those groups in each of these stacks." They led her over to the table, where Addison started to mix the cards up, randomizing them and then putting them into a row. "Each of the other kinds of candy will represent one of these," Abby continued, picking up the little pile of candy from beside the basket, dropping one onto each stack of cards. "We'll make up your schedule from whatever cards you earn with the candy you find. Now doesn't that sound fun?" Barbara shook her head. "No... This isn't..." "And go!" Addison announced. When Barbara didn't move, she encouraged her with another smack to her bottom, reminding her that, little as she liked it, they could do just about anything they wanted with her. Reluctantly, Barbara picked up her basket and started to look around, trying her best not to think about how like a little kid on an Easter egg hunt she looked like, reminding herself she was doing this, strange as it seemed, to try to maintain some of her dignity. She'd stuffed the eggs just a few days before, though she had no idea what was in what egg. She could shake them to tell if they had Skittles or M&Ms, but not which. At first, she considered not picking up either, but she had a feeling that would leave her at 0, which wasn't an age she particularly wanted to be. Addison and Abby followed her, making sure she didn't cheat, though mostly to giggle at the sight of what they'd reduced this grown woman, too, relishing every view they got of her ruffly hindside. They'd hidden most of the eggs low to make sure they got plenty of chances to see that. As the game wore on, Barbara could feel her bladder growing fuller, since she hadn't had a chance to use the bathroom that morning before being herded down to this game. She tried to keep her movements inconspicuous, but it grew harder and harder as more time passed. Finally, Addison declared, "Time's up!" and the twins escorted the squirming young woman back to the living room, setting her down on the floor in front of the table while they took the couch, starting to sort through her candy. "I'm just going to run up to the bathroom while you're doing that..." she said, starting to stand. "You will do no such thing," Addison told her sternly. "We set this up so you would have a fair chance at determining your own future here... We're not going to have you accuse us of cheating while you were gone. You sit your little behind right back down, young lady." Barbara whimpered, but slid back onto the floor almost automatically. "All right," Abby declared, tossing the last empty plastic eggshell back into the basket, setting it down on the floor, giving Barbara her first view of the twin piles of little, round candies the girl had been making back there. "Here's the Skittles," she said, pointing to one pile, "and here's the M&Ms." Barbara could tell that they were awfully close to the same size. She fidgeted nervously, knowing that wasn't a good sign. "Can you count them up?" Addison teased. "Or don't you know how to do that, either?" "If she can't read, I'm sure she can't count," Abby replied, starting to count the piles herself. "Oh, wow! You got eighteen Skittles!" she exclaimed. "But, of course, that can't be right," Addison said. "There's no way a little brat like you could be older than us." "And she's not," Abby grinned. "There's fourteen M&Ms." "I bet you can't do the math on that, either," Addison sneered. "Can you?" "F-Four..." Barbara managed to squeak out, stunned. This couldn't be real, could it? They weren't really going to treat her like a four year old... "That's right! Wow!" Addison said with mock enthusiasm. "What does that mean, Barbie?" She still couldn't accept it, or do anything but sit there, flabbergasted. "That's too hard for her," Abby reprimanded her sister before bending down in front of Barbara, saying in a goofy voice, "How old are you, Barbie?" "I-I'm four..." she managed to say, sniffling. "How many is that?" Addison asked. Shaking, Barbara lifted one hand, raising four fingers on it. "That's right! You're not even a whole hand yet! What a silly little girl! I think we definitely picked the right dress for you, then, didn't we? That's just right for a four year old!" "I-I don't wanna be four!" she protested, feeling tears start to roll down her cheeks. "Is that too old?" Abby asked. "How old do you want to be then, sweetie?" "T-Twenty-one..." she answered miserably. "What was that?" Addison leaned in closer. "I didn't quite hear... Was that two or one? Come on, make up your mind, or we'll do it for you!" Despite trying to sound more determined, her voice just got quieter and squeakier as she repeated, "Twenty-one..." Addison shook her head. "I'll give you one more chance, Barbie. How old are you?" Barbara sighed, staring up at the younger girl, knowing she would never accept her actual answer. "Four," she said with a sigh. "That's what I thought," Addison nodded. "Now, let's see what you get to do for the next two weeks!" "Let's start with this one!" Abby suggested, pointing to the pile of mini Reese's cups. There were three there, not counting the one they'd used to mark the notes. "Do you want to read it, Barbie?" Barbara nodded, picking up the cards and shuffling through them, not wanting them to try to cheat her, but the words, the ones she'd written there herself, were just indistinct blurs to her. She couldn't even tell which one was meant for the toddler age group, which she, to her horror, belonged to now. Sheepishly, she handed the stack to Addison. "See, I knew you couldn't read," Addison teased her. "Here we go... Oh, and such a simple word, too... You didn't know this, Barbie?" Barbara blushed. "It says naptime, sweetie. Looks like you're going to be spending an awful lot of time in bed. But you're still little.. You need lots of sleep to keep up your energy, don't you?" As Addison was reading that, Abby was taking out the next stack of cards and flipping through them. "Oh, good! Look, she has a bathtime! I was afraid she'd be all smelly the whole time!" "And two blocks of TV time! Isn't that nice? Of course, you're far too little to decide what to watch..." "Three snack times! Someone's a hungry little thing, isn't she?" "Ooh, two art times... I'm sure we have some finger paints around here somewhere, and some coloring books..." "Dress-up! How adorable! Our parents still have all kinds of our old clothes!" Barbara drew further and further into herself as she heard these things being called out, one after another. She remembered watching her charges doing all of them, but never had she imagined she'd be on the other end. She felt so small, and powerless... "Look at these poor cards," Abby said, picking up a stack with only a single candy on it, just the one meant to mark it. "Guess you don't get any of these..." Addison leaned over to look at the card, laughing as she read it. "Oh, she doesn't need those... She doesn't mind just going in her pants." Barbara gasped, knowing instantly what they meant. It was one of the cards she always added in herself, because the kids were always too excited about the other ones to care about it, even if it was important, especially so now. She couldn't help wondering if that was actually even what the card said, but she had no choice but to take their words for it, like she'd done with all the rest of the cards. "Sorry, Barbie," Abby smiled down at her, ripping the card in two. "No bathroom breaks for you." "But we can't just let you run around peeing all over the house," Addison told her. "I think we have something to fix that," Abby suggested, scurrying up off the couch and running out of the room, leaving Barbara, unable to keep still from her desperate need of the thing she'd just been denied, alone with Addison. "You can't do this," she said pitifully. "I-I'll play along with you today, but you guys have to go to school tomorrow..." "Don't worry about that," Addison told her. "There will still be someone to play with you during the week. We already enrolled you in a nice daycare down the street. We'll drop you off there every morning, and pick you up every afternoon... And I guess we'll go to school in between, if we feel like it. And there's nothing you can do to stop it, little girl, because you're going to be sitting in the sandbox playing with the other four year olds... If they even let you. I bet they'll think you're such a baby that they make you play with the even younger kids." "You can't," Barbara whined. She didn't know which daycare it was, but as many clients as she had around that age, there had to be at least one or two that went there... She couldn't let them see her like this! "Found 'em!" Abby yelled, bouncing back into the room with a half-empty bag of Pampers. "There's not many, but there's enough for now!" "We'll pick some more up when we go to the store for our party supplies," Addison assured her. "Party?" Barbara squeaked. "Oh, yes..." Addison smiled, kneeling down on the floor next to her babysitter, pushing her backwards to the floor. "We've been planning the party to end all parties ever since you walked in the door. We could tell there was nothing a pathetic little kid like you could do to stop us, no matter how old you pretended to be." She reached up, pulling down Barbara's tights and panties. "Tsk, tsk, look at that... She got her favorite panties all wet already! She really must need these diapers!" "I-It was only a drop or two," Barbara protested. "I told you I needed to go, but you..." "Shush," Addison commanded. Barbara obeyed right away, too scared to do anything else. Addison lifted her bottom, slipping the Pamper underneath, taping it snug around her waist before she could try to get away, before pulling the tights and slightly damp panties up over it, sealing her in with layers of thick cloth. With her dress still pushed up, Barbara could see, even if just barely, edges of the diaper sticking out from the top of her panties, and through the legholes. "We'll let you keep them, for now, even if you did pee in them like the little baby you are." Barbara gasped as Abby picked her up, carrying her like a baby away from the living room and upstairs, Addison following after them. They walked past the room Barbara had been staying in, on to another room, one that left Barbara speechless as Addison opened the door. It was clearly another guestroom, but this one didn't have a bed, like her old room, but rather a crib. And on one wall was a changing table. "We had a feeling about you," Addison told her. "We were sure you wouldn't turn out to be that old. And when you got out of bed and went running around half naked? We can't have that when we have guests over... Now, aren't you glad our parents are such packrats?" Abby set Barbara down in the crib, pulling the side up, leaving Barbara standing inside, whimpering as she stared up at the bars that seemed to stretch for miles, or at least too far for her to climb out of on her own. "But don't worry," Abby said. "You can stay up a little late tonight to meet the people we invited to our party, and show off your pretty new dress... Just for a bit, though, and then it's back to bed!" "You can't!" Barbara protested, tears flowing freely now as she watched them from inside her crib. "Oh, sweetie... We already did." Addison walked over to her, kissing the top of her head, threading one hand through the bars and up Barbara's skirt. Barbara squirmed, knowing just what the girl wanted, trying to refuse it to her, but her bladder had had enough, and let go at just that moment, flooding into her Pamper, turning the padding soft and squishy beneath her. Addison, satisfied, pulled her hand back, grinning. "Can you really tell me you think you're an adult now? What kind of a grown-up would be standing there, dressed like that, in a wet Pamper? You're just a toddler, Barbie... A little, bitty toddler who's going to be a good girl at daycare for the next couple weeks, and who is going to do exactly what she's told when she's at home, because if we, or your teachers, have a single complaint about you, this is exactly how our parents are going to find you when they get home. You're just a little girl, and that's all you ever were, and all you ever will be." "Now, it's your naptime," Abby told her, holding up a keyring and jingling it in front of her. "Thanks for the wheels. We'll be back in time to get you up for some nice finger-painting before lunch. We have to stop by your apartment first and replace all those silly big girl underwear you have with diapers. We'll be dropping by there every now and then once you go back home to make sure you're still being a good girl. And if you're not all diapered up like you should be, you'll be getting a spanking!" Barbara started to bawl, grabbing the bars of the crib and shaking them fruitlessly, like a prisoner trying to break free from her cell. "Don't cry, baby," Addison cooed gently. "Come on... If you were this easy for us to control, you really couldn't have been a grown-up after all, now could you? At least not a very good one. It's better this way. You belong in a nice, cute dress, and a sweet, wet little diaper. The sooner you accept that, the happier you'll be." She leaned in a little closer, whispering, "But the longer you take, the happier we'll be... We've already thought up lots of fun ways to punish bad little girls who try to act like grown-ups... I'd hate for you to miss out." The two left, still giggling between themselves, turning off the lights and leaving her there, crying like the baby she was stuck as for at least the next thirteen days, as a mobile gently began to turn over her head, playing out a simple, soothing tune that did nothing to make her feel any better about her situation. When it was clear the girls weren't coming back anytime soon, she sank down to her knees, then laid down, cried out but still sniffling softly as she curled up and fell asleep, barely noticing her thumb slowly making its way into her mouth. The End