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Hey all, thought I'd share my story that's recently happened to me. I now have a GF I met through Fetlife. She's a fulltime MtF transexual and in private is a little baby girl too. It only been 3 weeks but I'm sure I'm in love. We've met quite a few times and miss her when she's not around. Wondered if there is any other partners of Trans babies out there? (this isn't about crossdressers or she-males, but I'd like to here from those who partner has gender dysphoria).

The character names in this story are fictional; however some elements are from my own experiences, although genders and places are changed slightly along with my, sorry I mean her occupation! This is my first try at a story, not sure how long it will last but I’ll stop it before it gets boring! I will mention brand names or sites however it’s just to add a bit of realism and saves being generic, it’s not for advertising. While I am typing this first chapter I am sitting in a very wet bambino teddy. I am no author so sorry for any obvious gramatic errors, but I have tried... Hope you enjoy it x Chapter 1: ‘Chloe I am going to do some odds and ends along with picking up a deposit and letting a new tenant in’, Chloe replied ‘ok Mum ill meet you at Grans at 5 for dinner, see you!’ ‘bye sweetheart’ her mother Gemma responded. Chloe heard the front door shut and her mums familiar engine start up and leave the driveway. Chloe was sitting up in bed half watching morning TV and half browsing the internet. It was a lovely Aprils sunny morning, for Scotland this was rare and she was trying to motivate herself to go out cycling, however at the back of her mind she had other pressing issues to attend too. Being in her 27th year Chloe had a week off her work as a nursery nurse and as she still lives at home, planned to help her mother with some jobs and around the house as well do some training for a big cycle charity event she had in a few weeks’ time. She lives in a 3 bedroom bungalow with her mum and is an only child. Sadly her father passed away around 10 years ago, leaving her mum to run the family property business. Since then Chloe often thinks back to how lucky she is to have such a supporting mum, along with memories of a happy childhood with both her parents, friends and extended family. Chloe yawned and pulled back her bed covers and stepped out of bed, she did some light stretching as she has a bit of a problematic back since a walking trip a few months ago . Whilst stretching she admired in herself in the mirror wardrobe doors the way her cute Care Bear T Shirt was tucked into a pair of pink panties of the same colour, making it look the one piece of clothing – in her mind she was wearing a baby grow and this made her giggle. She quickly peaked out of her blind to see what the morning as like and to check her mums Range Rover wasn’t there. She realised that her neighbours bins are out as its Monday, ‘oh mums forgot the bin’ she thought to herself. Chloe walked towards the kitchen to empty the bin and check around the house for anything else that needs thrown out, en route she grabbed her bath robe out of her en suite and put it on. She gathered the rubbish together and went out her back door to the garden, she loved how the breeze felt against her legs and she thought that if she just let go and had a wee right there, no one would notice as her back garden was very private. She shock that thought out of her head, knowing she had a lot to do today and she will have enough time for some fun, when her mother goes down south for a few days tomorrow. She put the rubbish in the bin and wheeled it towards the tall gate out to the front, opened it, walked out and down her drive pulling the bin with her towards the road for collection. She noticed that the postman was just approaching, so she said a quick hi and thought what would have happened if she did wet her panties when putting the bin out – would he have noticed? She took the mail, said thanks and shot a quick wave to a neighbour who was out putting her bin out. Chloe then went back into her back garden, closed the gate and went into the kitchen. ‘Ok ill go out for a 15 miles ride just now’ Chloe thought and got some bran flakes out the cupboard and prepared them with some chopped banana in it too. She flicked the kettle on to make a coffee and nipped into her room, grabbing her purse out of the kitchen drawer on the way. Focused she picked up her laptop and typed in a familiar URL www.bigbabyfun.com. After a few clicks she added to her basket an 8 pack of Bambino nappies in medium, a white velcro nappy and a cute pink baby grow with white around the neck, arms and leg holes. As it was before 10am, so was confident as she paid for next day delivery it would be here for tomorrow when she will be in herself as her mother would be away. ‘Perfect, now what else? I have just been paid so it’s time for a few treats!’ Chloe said to herself. She then went to another one of her favourite sites www.cosyndry.com. Again with next day delivery she ordered herself a pair of pink bikini cut frilly plastic pants, a Nuk pacifier and for fun a fairy print t shirt. She smiled to herself at her purchases and thought of one more she had to make, the only non adult baby purchase of the day! She went onto a cycling website and ordered a new pair of Assos cycling bib shorts. After spending the best part of £200 online, she had a quick wash and went back into the kitchen and made her coffee and ate her bran flakes, which by now had gone soft – just how she liked them! As it was a sunny day and was going cycling, she wondered if her cousin would want to come too. She knew he had a flex day at work this week and was sure it was today, when eating she sent him a text and by the time she finished eating he replied ‘yeah sure, I’ll come over in about half an hour. Chloe got up from the table, washed her bowl and mug along with her mums from earlier and proceeded into the spare room. She opened the wardrobe which was filled with her and her mums various outdoors, camping and cycling gear. As she was going out on her road bike she picked out a pair of white bib shorts, socks and a pink cycling top. The blinds in the spare room where open, but as it looked out into the back garden it didn’t matter. Chloe dropped her panties and took her t shirt off. Standing naked as the day she was born, she reached for a tub of chamois cream (stops saddle sores, it’s a bit like nappy cream), opened it and dipped her fingers in to take some out. She then massaged this into her bum and such, she was guilty of often closing her eyes and really making sure it was rubbed in – today was no different… After waking herself up she stepped into her bib shorts, and pulled the straps up so that when your cycling your bum is covered up. Popped her socks on and pulled the tight lycra top on, showing off her body. She picked up her sun glasses, helmet and cycling shoes and headed into the hallway. She checked the front door was locked over and she went through to the kitchen. She heard someone come up the drive and peaked out to see her cousin, she clicked the button and opened the garage door for him to come through to the back garden. She then stepped out and locked the back door and went into the garage. The garage has two doors, in error she opened the one for her mums car so as it wasn’t in her cousin came in and got off his bike. She passed her car and greeted him with a hug, he then teased ‘oh are you sure you want to wear them, with your fat arse?’ and they both laughed. They had a quick chat about which route they would go and how she was meeting her mum at their Grans later for dinner, Chloe then got ready grabbed her best racing bike as it was a sunny day (with no rain or grit on the roads!) they both came out the garage and she clicked it shut behind them. ‘Right lets go’ she said and off they went on a 15/20 mile circuit around their local area.

Part 5 "Let me just find the switch..." Veruca said, when her mind could work again. Her hands nervously patted at the mirrored wall behind her, trying to remember how she'd gotten out before, but this time, her hand went right through her reflection. She gasped and fell forward, hands slamming against the mirrored floor to keep herself from cracking her face against it, and it rippled beneath her like a solid puddle. Frank pulled her to her feet and turned her around as the others started to edge past her. "Look at the walls," he instructed, and while it was hard to tell where any of those began or ended, she could see areas in the endless reflections that seemed to be melting, almost, falling away as the room expanded infinitely outward. "What is going on?" "Did you slip us all something?" Diane demanded of Scruffy, but he was frozen in fear, clutching the dog desperately. Only for another second or two, however. "Let's get outta here!" he yelled, out of nowhere, making Veruca jump in surprise as he took off, running right into what should have been a wall, but, of course, wasn't anymore. A few of the ghosts - one in a bloody butcher's apron, a cleaver wedged in his back, another in a fancy suit, with half his face gone from what Veruca guessed was a gunshot - chased after him and the dog, who had followed obediently. "Scruffy!" Frank called after him, and, a moment later, Scruffy and the dog reappeared from the other side of the room, skidding to a stop as he saw the ghosts in front of him. "Scruffy, wait!" "What are you doing?" Diane hissed, grabbing Frank's arm as he moved toward his friend. "We can't just leave him alone!" Frank declared. "We have to help him!" He hurried after him, barreling through the collection of spooks and pushing Scruffy out of the way of a whip, cracked by a rather large woman in leather. Instead of propelling him backwards, however, they sank through the floor, with more ghosts stomping after them, vanishing downward as if they were stomping across a pool from the shallow end to the deep. "Frank!" Diane screamed, moving toward him. Some deep recess of Veruca's mind was conscious enough to reach out and grab her before she could get too far, while the rest of her brain was too busy trying to process what was happening, and how her plan had gone so very wrong so quickly. Her head wasn't screwed on quite well enough to come up with a justification for stopping Diane that she could actually tell the other girl, but it didn't matter, since, by the time Diane was turning to give her a dirty look, the remaining ghosts were coming after them, and she was dragging Diane away. "Stop it!" Diane protested, pulling away. "I'm not just leaving him!" "You can't go back there!" Veruca pleaded, but clearly she was wrong, as Diane went running towards the collection of ghosts on their tail. A man with one arm torn bloodily off, and held in his other arm, and a woman whose skin had a blueish color, even as a ghost, went after her, while another woman, in a white dress and apron, with a rather large bosom and blood staining the bottom of her dress continued towards Veruca with an air of fierce determination in her dead eyes. Veruca cursed under her breath, then turned and ran in the opposite direction of Diane. Since they didn't really need them to move, she wasn't sure if there was any direct correlation to the tallness of a ghost, and thus how long their legs were, to how quickly they moved, but the speed at which she sensed this one getting closer to her compared to how slow she was moving would seem to indicate that she was significantly shorter than it, like comparing the gait of an adult and a child. That, combined with her diaper, made her feel quite small and helpless, which only scared her all the more. After a few moments, she took a quick turn, and found herself nearly running straight into Diane. Determined not to lose her again, she grabbed her and pulled her back in the opposite direction, as her two ghosts were advancing rather quickly on them. This time, Diane cooperated with her, running alongside her. The whole place was disorienting, hard to figure out where you were going, or where you'd come from, since everything was mirrored, but they just kept going. Every once in a while, they'd catch a glimpse of the guys and go towards them, but almost as soon as they did, a ghost or two would seem to appear right in front of them and they'd have to backtrack, or turn and head another direction. No matter where they went, they never seemed to run out of room, the reflections just stretching on further and further away. But it didn't seem to make any difference how long they ran, or in what direction. The ghosts always showed back up sooner or later. It was inevitable that they were going to get caught, Veruca knew - it was only a matter of time and luck. And their luck ran out as they turned away from one group of ghosts and ran straight into the man in the suit. They split, but his arms seemed to grow as he enveloped them. Everything went dark for a moment, and then they were in an office. It was still in the mirror world - the windows looked out into the endless sea of reflection, and the ceiling and floor were mirrors as well, making it seem like the four walls were floating freely, not really attached to anything - yet inside that world was a large office, decorated sparsely but elegantly. "What do you want?" Diane demanded, backing away from the man with the hole in his head. "I need you," he replied. His voice was different from Carol's, more hollow, more desperate. "I need your flesh..." "What are they, zombies?" Diane asked, scrambling away. Veruca couldn't think of a way to explain why she knew that they were "simply" looking to use them as hosts to fulfill whatever obsession they'd had that had kept them as ghosts rather than letting them move on, so she kept quiet. She was a little slower than Diane, and the man managed to grab her. She screamed as she felt her skin harden beneath his ghostly fingers, and as she looked down, she saw it turning into gold where he'd touched her, an undead King Midas. She tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened as she squirmed. Then, from the mirrored ground, the woman in the apron burst forth, smacking the man aside. Veruca gasped as he let go of her, rubbing her skin and watching it turn back to its normal color and hardness, glancing up every few seconds to see the woman chasing the man away. "They're mine!" she was screaming. "I need them more than you!" The walls of the office began to quiver as she beat on the man, kicking and screaming otherworldly shrieks, eventually shattering as he sank into the floor. In their place rose the walls of a nursery, and the usual furniture one would find there, much to Veruca's embarrassment, especially as a huge crib rose from beneath her, bars rising far above her head before she could try to escape, while, as she watched, a playpen similarly captured Diane. It was Veruca the woman went to first, however, seeming to grow taller with every step. "I knew you were meant for me," she cooed. "All I ever wanted was to be a mother... And here's my baby, at last..." "What? No, I'm not a baby!" Veruca protested, trying to scramble to the far side of the crib, but stumbling on the soft mattress and falling onto her diapered bottom with an especially loud crinkle, one that echoed from both her clothes and the plastic sheet on the mattress. By the time the woman was reaching down for her, she was the size of a giant, and her arms, as incorporeal as they were, felt strong and inescapable as they wrapped around Veruca's squirming form. "Of course you are," she said, patting the seat of Veruca's wet diaper. "You're my little baby... And I bet you're hungry, aren't you?" Before Veruca could answer, she was shifted to one of the woman's gigantic arms so the woman could use her other hand to slip her shoulder out of the dress, pushing it down, exposing one huge breast. Veruca started to struggle, knowing with a sick certainty what was about to happen, despite how disturbing and unreal it felt. "No, no," she shook her head as she was readjusted again, held in more of a cradle in the woman's arms, one hand rhythmically patting the back of her diaper as she was brought closer and closer to that phantom nipple. "No, please, I'm not a baby, I'm not hungry, don't!" And then her protesting mouth was shoved around the breast, and filled almost instantly with milk. Her eyes went wide, and she tried to spit it out, but there was just too much, and while she managed to get a small stream of it trickling from the corners of her mouth, she had to swallow the majority of it to avoid drowning. It felt sweet and thick going down, and brought a pleasantly warm sensation to her tummy that made her instantly drowsy. Her eyes began to droop, and it was a struggle not to let them close entirely as she kept automatically sucking down mouthful after mouthful of the stuff. It became all she could concentrate on, though she could faintly hear Diane in the background yelling at the woman to stop. After a minute, that pleasant warmth began to grow a little warmer, and then a little more, turning into a raging liquid fire in her guts. Her eyes opened again as she began to wriggle, only for the woman's arms to lock tighter around her, push her mouth further around the mound of ghostly flesh. Her brain began to buzz, as if she were drunk, but she could tell it was different, could almost feel the milk sloshing through her memories, her thoughts, everything that made her her and erasing them. She looked down at herself and saw her belly bulging out, saw her scrawny limbs start to plump out, her baby fat returning. She tried to gasp, to scream, but that just let the milk in all the more quickly. Weakly, she tried to kick at the woman, but her legs just hung there limply, out of her control now, and while she got a few lame flails out of her arms, they soon fell still, too, as she watched her fingers puff outward into a chubby baby hand. She looked down at her own chest, which had never been particularly impressive, and saw her breasts seem to melt beneath her sweater, redistributing themselves across her torso, making it fit in with the rest of her now infantile body. The world was starting to get dark around the edges now, and Veruca knew she didn't have much time left. Rapidly running out of parts of herself she was still in control of, and with a mind that was just as quickly getting hollowed out, like a pumpkin about to be cut into a jack-o-lantern, she desperately tried to come up with a plan. Only one thought came to her, and she had no time to second guess it. She bit. She bit down into the ghost woman's breast, and kept biting, hanging on even as she felt the milk continue working, as it kept pouring into her, mixed with the irony tang of blood, making her teeth start to recede into her gums. She was sure she'd waited too long, that it was all for nothing, but, at last, just when she was certain all was lost, the woman pulled her away, giving her a sharp smack on her thighs before returning her to her crib, laying her on her back. "I guess I'll start with the other one," Veruca thought she heard her say, but her vision was still blurry, and her hearing not much better. She couldn't even get off of her back, and could only do the barest of wriggling there. It took a significant amount of concentration to even remember who "the other one" was, and while she knew she should try to help her, or at least warn her, she couldn't even sit up. "I told you not to do it," another woman said, suddenly standing beside the crib. Veruca had to squint to get her face to focus into anything but a blur, and work even harder to remember her name was Carol. With all her concentration and strength focused there, there was nothing she could do to stop the sudden invasion of something warm and thick and mushy working its way around her bottom, and only the feeling of discomfort it brought to make her think she should even try. "You just wouldn't listen," Carol shook her head. "With us gone, the room attracted any ghosts in the area, and it made them stronger... After spending so much time as just ghosts, they'd lost everything that made them human, reduced them to thoughtless animals. If you'd just left them alone, you would have been okay." Veruca tried to open her mouth, to respond, but only incoherent babbling came out. Deep inside, she knew all this was wrong, and the thought filled her with fear, but there was nothing she could do about it. "You silly, silly girl," she shook her head, reaching down to pick her up. Gently, she put her over her shoulder and began patting her back. In Veruca's addled mind, she couldn't figure out what was going on, not until she felt a burp escape from her lips, followed by a cascade of milk. As it flowed from her, she began to feel more and more embarrassed about it, and about the fact of throwing up on this woman's shoulder, which, she realized happily, meant she was becoming herself again. When she was done, Carol set her down on the floor, and, though she was still a little shaky, her legs held her. She could feel her full diaper all the more acutely, but after the past few days, it didn't bother her as much as it could, or, really, as much as it should have. "You have to get out of the box," Carol told her. "You have to escape, or your friends are doomed." "But I can't," Veruca shook her still-clearing mind. "The shelf... I don't know where it is anymore." Before Carol could reply, Veruca heard the other woman roaring, "What are you doing with my baby?!" She turned around right in time to see the woman put Diane on the floor, the girl slumping forward, glassy-eyed, like a rag doll. "Get her and get out of here!" Carol instructed, pushing Veruca out of the way and intercepting the raging mother. Veruca clumsily scrambled towards Diane, trying to pull her to her feet to no avail. Even in the best of times, Diane was enough bigger than her that she couldn't have drug her out, and now, still weak from her ordeal, there was no chance. She tried to drag Diane across her shoulder, to burp her as Carol had done for her, but, not being a ghost and thus able to change her size, that was just as useless. "Damn it," she groaned, slamming her fist angrily against the floor. What was she supposed to do?! She looked around the room, noting that the only door had its knob set too high for her to reach, anyway. How was she supposed to get out?! She hit the floor again, staring down into her reflection, seeing the tears dotting her eyes, the drying milk around her mouth and the front of her sweater. "Of course!" she shook her head, hardly able to believe it had taken her this long to work it out. She got to her feet and ran past the two feuding ghosts, grabbing her bag and pulling it out from between the bars of the crib. She returned to Diane with it, throwing open the front flap and digging through it. Her hand brushed against the box she'd prepared, and she glanced back at the ghosts. She probably had time, didn't she? And since it was what she'd come here to do, it was almost wrong not to do it, after all they'd been through. "I'm sorry," she told Diane. "I was going to do this to Scruffy... I mean, it's not like he does anything, and maybe he'd just leave us alone, you know?" Still, she had to admit she felt a certain amount of satisfaction as she cast the spell on Diane instead, tempered by a sharp pang of guilt as soon as it was done, thinking back to when Diane had helped her out, bought those diapers for her, even if she hated wearing them. "It's not like you mind now, anyway, is it?" she asked, trying to make herself feel better. She stared into Diane's blank eyes for another moment, then grabbed her flashlight, the big, heavy thing, and slammed it against the floor. At first she didn't think it was going to do anything, that there really was no escape, and then, at last, a crack began to form. She began banging the flashlight against it, harder and harder, faster and faster, watching it grow, lines forming and growing along the floor like a spiderweb, crawling along the floor, and then up the nursery walls and across the ceiling, until at last the whole thing shattered. For a moment, she felt like she was falling, and then she realized it was the glass falling, huge slabs of it slamming down, forming the fours walls of the devil's toy box. All her friends were there, at different places in the room, shocked and horrified, but slowly growing relieved as they realized it was over. Veruca heaved a sigh and sat back, wrinkling her nose as her diaper squished beneath her, staring down at the small crack she'd made in the floor beneath her, enough to break the symmetry of the room. She crawled straight, until she hit a wall, then simply began working her way around the room until she found the right wall, the right spot, and the shelf began to slide open. Nobody said much of anything as they quickly fled the house, Frank carrying Diane. They went to the hospital first, though they could find nothing wrong with Diane. Veruca couldn't help but feel guilty as she stared at her - also feeling rather like her, as she stood there, naked beneath her skirt, having taken the first opportunity to change her diaper in the hospital bathroom, wishing she'd thought to bring along a spare pair of panties, though thinking that only made her feel more guilty - wondering if the spell had even been necessary. She hadn't really known what would happen when she broken the devil's toy box. She hadn't even known for sure it would work, only that it seemed to be her only option. Still, since Carol and the kids were attached to her, surely they would have kept existing, wouldn't they? They weren't linked directly to the box anymore. And since she could only do the transference inside a box, she'd really had no choice, in the moment, but to use Diane, even though it was only her insistence in returning to the house that meant she was there at all, and that the other ghost had put her in a coma. That didn't do much to ease her conscience, though, so it would a blessed relief when, the next day, she got a call from Frank telling her Diane had woken up, and was fine now. It didn't last for long, however, as she remembered the spirits attached to Diane now, knowing she'd sentenced her to the same diapered fate she'd suffered through, and with no end in sight. She tried to look on the bright side - perhaps, like the plan had been with Scruffy, this would keep her from wanting to go on investigations with the team. Of course, she might also insist Frank didn't go either, but maybe she'd change her mind by the time he, or even Veruca, was ready to get back into action. And Diane really could be a bitch to her sometimes, especially when they'd both still been in high school. The thought of her in diapers did bring her a certain satisfaction, but every time she tried to gloat too much about it, she recalled that trip to the store after their first trip to the house. Later that day, as she lazily browsed the Internet, she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn't expecting anyone, so she assumed it was a deliveryman and ran down to answer it, still in her PJs, and wearing her glasses, only to find Diane herself standing on the other side of the door, looking just as stylish as ever. "Hi," she blushed, somehow managing to feel like a kid in her presence, despite knowing that, most likely, she had somehow hidden a diaper beneath that stylish purple dress of hers, or she was going to need one soon. "I'm glad you're okay." "Yeah, yeah," Diane said, pushing her aside and walking in. "Look, I need to talk to you about something." "Okay," Veruca nodded, closing the door and following Diane through her own house, nervously wondering if she'd figured out what happened and was going to beat her up or something for sentencing her to a life of incontinence. "Sorry about how I'm dressed, I was just... Well, I wasn't expecting visitors, and it was a long night last night, and..." "This is your room, right?" Diane asked, walking into it. "Uh-huh," Veruca answered, following her in. "What..?" "Did you go through all of those diapers I bought for you?" Veruca couldn't help but blush as she shook her head. "Do you still have them?" "Yeah, I haven't gotten around to getting rid of them. Why, do you... umm..?" Diane nodded that time, though it was still only Veruca who was blushing. "All right, I'll get them." She went to her closet and pushed aside the piles of clothes she'd hidden the package beneath, picking them up. "I can loan you some sweatpants or something, too," she offered. "I mean, that dress is kinda tight, I don't know that these will fit under..." She stood and turned back around, only to find Diane right behind her, one side of her dress hanging down, exposing a pert, shapely breast. "What are you...?" Veruca started to ask, but before she could finish, Diane reached out and grabbed her, pulling her face into her chest. Almost instantly, she felt her mouth filling with milk. "Don't you worry, I'll get you in a nice, comfy diaper just as soon as you're done feeding," Diane cooed at her, patting her back. "There's my baby..." Veruca's eyes darted around the room as she struggled against Diane's strangely strong arms, stopping only as she caught a reflection of the pair of them in her mirror, showing her, as she was, suckling, once again, at the breast of the ghost woman she'd only barely escaped. "Now I can take care of you forever," she said, patting Veruca's back again as the girl struggled and whined helplessly, the warm milk in her tummy already starting to work its magic. "Forever..." The End

I have to say that I'm not $2 per diaper impressed. I'm right at a 38/40 waist, so I ordered a sample pack of both medium and large (so actually, I'm not even close to $4/diaper impressed). The mediums fit, but it was a stretch. And as such, the tapes broke. But before that happened, the diaper leaked at the back of the legs after about 3 hours of wearing. I can make a Dry 24/7 last 8 hours, so I'm not so confident in their claims of mega absorbency. I didn't get to push the large to the test, because as only Bambinos do to me, it split down the back. I've been wearing diapers as an adult for going on 16 years now, and somehow my put-on routine stresses Bambinos in the wrong spot. The print, however, is adorable. I'm not even an AB, but if they had this print in the normal absorbency at the normal price, it's all I'd buy. But, when you can get Dry 24/7s for almost 40 cents cheaper per diaper, I just can't justify the added cost for the awesome landing strip. I still have one diaper left in each size, so I'll get around to putting those through their trials and hope for better results, but I'm not expecting much. So, make sure you order the sample before committing to the case, just in case it doesn't work out for you.

Nice twist there, can't wait for more.

Melissa went to bed that night thinking about everything that was happening in her life. As she laid in her cozy bed, she thought about her future and what is was going to be like. Feeling her thick diaper crinkling on her crotch, she wondered what it would be like to be laying in bed without a diaper? What would it be like if she told her parents that she didnt want diapers? What if her parents really thought that she was having accidents and when she tells them that she doesnt want diapers anymore, then they will be angry and know that she was doing all of this on purpose. Just then Melissa looked around her room and wondered what if she just kept embracing her diapers. She pictured her room looking like a babies, with princess stuff all over and tons of stuffed animals. Then she pictured herself laying in a crib instead of her bed. As Melissa was thinking about all of these wonderful things she felt comfy. Soon she was asleep with the happy thoughts of being a baby in her mind. Melissa slowly opened up her eyes. The sun was gleaming through her window, lighting up her big girl room. Melissa sighed as she remembered the warm feeling she had inside while thinking about being in a baby room. She sat up and felt how squishy and soggy her diaper was, just then the warm fuzzy feelings climbed right back into her mind. With a blank smile on her face Melissa said to herself, "This is it, I will be as little as possible for the next few days and see how I like it". Melissa rolled over on her tummy, keeping her diapered butt in the air, then slid one leg off of her bed. One foot was now on the ground, one arm dangling off of her bed, her other leg and arm was sprawled across her bed still. In this position Melissas crotch was right at the corner of her bed, with the bed pushing up against her diapered crotch. She wiggled her butt, then slid the rest of her body down to her floor. Melissa then crawled over to her bathroom. She noticed herself in her mirror and saw how saggy her butt was. Melissa dropped her head and looked at the front of her diaper. it was so cute how her diaper hung down off of her body, she thought, just like a baby who was in the same diaper for hours. She then dropped her head all the way to the floor and lifted her knees off the ground, looking at herself in the mirror from between her legs. The typical toddler look, she thought. Just then she realized how much she had to poop. Melissa dropped back down to her knees and started to relax her butt. Just then Melissa had an idea to go downstairs and make this as baby like as possible. She quickly hopped to her feet and hopped all the way out of her room and down the stairs. Just as she reached the bottom she saw her whole family sitting in the living room, then reality set in again for Melissa. Frozen, she was unable to react fast enough as she felt a big load of poopoo's start to load the back of her diaper. "Uh, oh" she thought. Immediately Melissa regressed and clinched her legs together feeling her poopy butt squish. She stuck her finder in her mouth and waddled up to her mother. "Mommy I need my diapy changed," Melissa said in a cute little girls voice. Just then her mother turned her around and said "Yes baby, somebody is stinky". Her mother instructed her to run upstairs and get ready for her. Melissa then hopped all the way back upstairs with her diaper bouncing and crinkling with every hop. She laid there a while feeling like a complete baby and loving every minute of it. Melissa was lifting her legs into the air and spreading her legs and feeling her messy diaper shift and squish between her thighs. Just then her mom walked into her room with a fresh diaper and supplies. Melissa laid quietly as her mother walked towards her. Her mother stopped right before she untaped Melissas diaper and said, "Melissa sweetie, we need to have a talk".

Chapter 7 Chloe parked on the street behind her Mums car, and couldn

Sorry its been so long, hope its worth the wait - it wont be the last chapter! Chapter 6: Time passed and it seems Chloe drifted into a light sleep for about an hour or so, she awoke gently releasing what happened and that she wasn

I just kind of like sit around and do normal things. The fact that I'm just acting normal while wearing a diaper is a lot of fun to me.

Just an update. He got 3 years and he will have to register as a sex offender for the rest of his life. The one thing he did that I noticed got him in the most trouble was when one of his 'sitters' had her teenage daughter with her. The daughter was napping on the sofa and the freak tried to nurse on her breast. That pushed it too far and was what drove the sitter to check him out better.

Chapter 5: Chloe is lying on her back in bed, excited about what the day hopefully has in store for her. ‘Okay so I have to go into work for a little while later, but that can be useful’ she thinks to herself as she flicks on the TV in her room. The chart top 40 starts playing rather loud, so she immediately turns the volume down as she does not want to miss the door bell! She flicks through the channels and settles on watching Two and a Half men.After a little while she pulls back the covers revealing her makeshift babygrow. She casually gets out of bed and again does some stretching, thinking she is feeling good after yesterday’s cycle. When finished she walks into her ensuite and checks the cupboards. ‘mmm yes ill need to pick up some baby powder and cream later’ she thinks. She quickly glanced at the time, it was 9.04am, from experience her parcel deliveries usually come before 10 she was excited she didn’t have to wait too long! She grabed her bath robe and walked into the kitchen. Chloe then pours herself a pint of water, stands at the sink and proceeds to gulp the full lot down. She then proceeds to flick on the kettle and pour her usual bowl of bran flakes. As Chloe finished her breakfast, she poured herself another pint glass of water and drank what she could of it. She had a look out of the back kitchen window at what the weather was like, as her mind wandered the door bell went… Chloe jumped a bit and skipped towards the front door, checked she was covered up with her robe and opened the door. There stood the delivery guy with 3 parcels for her ‘Morning, someone has been treating themselves’ he said as he handed the packages and clipboard over ‘Hi yeah thanks, few essentials!’ she replied as she took her parcels and signed for them ‘Bye for now’ the parcel guy said as he turned to walk away. 'Bye bye' Chloe said. Chloe shut the door behind her and immediately picked up her purchases and went into her room. She could guess the contents of each package so she will leave the cycling shorts till last, she placed the packages on her bed and she fetched a pair of scissors from a drawer. Carefully she opened the package she suspected was the nappies – she was right! She pulled back the packaging to revel a white package of Bambinos, her white velco nappy and her fuzzy feeling babygrow. Her face beamed with excitement as she quickly checked the sizes then ripped open the package of nappies, as she did this she was greeted by cute little Bambino Teddies looking back at her! Chloe then opened a drawer in her dresser; she cleared out a few days ago and feeling each one she put all except one neatly in the drawer. She picked up the last Bambino and gave it a sniff and a good feel, she loved how it felt as she opened it up and felt the inside. Within the blink of an eye, she took of the robe, pulled off her panties and top and went into her ensuite to fetch some cream. She paused for a moment as in away she was spoiled for choice as she remembered about her velcro nappy and new panties! She then opened the other package containing her pacifier, frilly panties and t shirt. Her face once again beamed as she was pleased with her purchases, and thought for now she will wear the velcro one. She picked up the pacifier box and put it with the packaging for the nappies, then gave the white dummy a quick rinse under the hot tap, giving it a dry with a towel. She then popped the Bambino she left out into the drawer, next to its little friends, to come out and play later! Chloe then arranged on the floor in her room, the cream, velcro nappy, frilly panties and her new pacifier. She looked down and didn’t know where to start! To enjoy the noise and to get in the mood, she muted her TV then proceeded to sit on her floor. She reached over and picked up the velcro nappy thinking to herself she hopes got the size right, she unfolded it and took a moment to figure out the front and back then placed it under her. She then scooped up some cream and expertly massaged it onto her bum and shaved smooth pussy, then in one swift action she drew the nappy between her legs and fastened it in place. She was so excited she forgot about her dummy, so she reached over to get it and popped it in her mouth! She then wriggled about a bit on the floor and decided to tighten the nappy a bit, it seems she got the size spot on! She ripped one side off, with a loud RASP noise and fastened it in place, then with another RASP removed the other side and refastened it. She then got up onto her knees and checked herself in the mirror, what she seen looking back at her was a 27 year old girl with firm breasts, nice body with her hair slightly messy sucking a dummy and wearing a white nappy. She giggled to herself and stood up, she grabbed the frilly pants and admired them for a moment – she loved the how the lace on the back was light and she imagined it flapping up and down as she walked. She then placed one foot in followed by the other and carefully pulled them up, tightly concealing her nappy. She bent her knees and made sure the nappy was tucked in all the way around and at the legs, then turned with her back to the mirror and admired herself – again she blushed as she was pleased and excited about what she saw! To ensure it fitted ok, she walked towards her bed and picked up her new pink and white baby grow. She unfolded it all and admired it, it was so cute and it looked like it will fit her ok. She then opened the fasteners on the crotch, checked what was the front and slipped it over her head. Once her head was through she walked over to the mirror and seen how childish she really did look, especially as it was undone as it looked as if she just had her nappy changed or about to get it changed! She reached down and fastened the poppers one by one, it was snug and she imagined it would be ok with one or even two disposable under it instead of the terry one she had on. She admired the way her breasts and bottom where emphasised with this outfit, as it was all in one. She then ran her hand over herself, from her breasts down towards her groin and round to her bum, she loved how it was all enclosed and how it felt. Chloe turned towards her bed to jump in, but had to tidy up a bit first... She quickly wrapped all the rubbish into the one packaging bag, then waddled into the kitchen – before walking in she paused thinking she hopes no one will see her through the side window that looked onto the drive – but for fun it was a risk she was willing to take! Still sucking her dummy, she grabbed a poly bag and stuffed her rubbish into it then tied it in a knot and placed it in the main bin in the kitchen then gave her a hands a quick rinse and dry. She walked back into her room and admired her new t shirt. ‘Oh I have treated myself’ she thought as she placed the t shirt into the drawer with the nappies. She then opened up her cycling package and pulled out her bib shorts, inspecting them and the size to ensure all was well. As she has had these ones before, she has no need to check the fit so she de tagged them with her scissors and put them in her cupboard, then put the scissors in the drawer out of harms way. As she was binning the packaging for the shorts she noticed that a little bag of sweets fell out, which is something that cycling company often include for fun. She grabbed the sweets, hopped into bed and stared at a muted TV. She opened the sweets and arranged them on her chest, in order of colour and ate them one by one. It was her second day off and Chloe was lying sucking her dummy, with both hands caressing her body, feeling the crinkle of her plastic panties underneath and the bulk of her nappy. Thinking to herself, she couldn’t be happier!

Chapter 4: Chloe had her shower and dressed herself in some low hung jeans and a white T Shirt, before leaving she checked the front door was locked and her hair dryer was off! ‘Right time to go to Grans for din dins’ she thought to herself, as she walked through to the kitchen and grabbed her car keys out the kitchen drawer and went out to the garden locking the back door behind her. She smiled to herself that the large water stain was still visible on the patio, she grabbed her bike and took it into the garage and rolled it into a holder. She closed the garage side door and clicked the door remote and unlocked her car. She got in her car and reached into the glove box for her sun glasses and put them on. She had a quick admire of herself in the rear view mirror, wearing her Aviators and started her car. Chloe inherited her mums Honda S2000, when she decided to get something a bit bigger - to show she is getting better with money, Chloe insisted she added the money the car is worth to the money she owes her mum already. Out of the garage she purred and drove the 3 or 4 miles to her Grans, enroute she couldn’t help thinking about how she will have the house to herself after she drops her mum off at the train station tonight for her trip to London for 2 nights. Chloe approached her Grans house and noticed her mums car already there, she pulled in to the side of the road and parked up. ‘Ding dong’ Chloe said as she was opened the front door and walked into her Grans house. ‘Hi we are in the kitchen’ Gemma shouted, Chloe walked through and was greeted by her Gran in her usual apron with the potatoes steaming away on the cooker. ‘Hi Gran, thanks for having us’ Chloe said ‘Oh a pleasure as always dear, how are you?’ her Gran replied ‘Good thanks, enjoyed my first day off for some time! How are you?’ ‘Oh the usual, getting old my dear’ her Gran joked Chloe sat down at the table in the kitchen with her mum ‘Did you go out cycling?’ Gemma asked ‘Yeah Andrew came, we went the usual 20 odd mile route around and about with a pit stop at Rest Bite (the café)’ ‘Ah that’s good, you will be ready for your dinner then’ her mother replied ‘Sure am, what delight are you cooking up tonight Gran?’ Chloe enquired ‘Here it is girls Haggies, neeps and tatties for you’ her Gran said as she placed a plate down in front of each of them. Dinner came and went rather uneventfully, mainly the chat was around why Gemma was going down south. ‘So any wild parties planned when your mums away then Chloe?’ her Gran gested ‘Yup house full Gran, mum wont know the place when she comes back’ Chloe joked Time passed and it was about 30 mins before Chloes mums train was due to leave. ‘Right we best be going mum, thanks again for dinner I will give you a text when I get settled ok’ Gemma said ‘Ok dear, good seeing you both glad you enjoyed dinner’ her Gran said ‘Thanks for dinner Gran, I will pop in at some point in the next day or two’ Chloe said as she gave her Gran a hug goodbye ‘Yes do, give me a call and I’ll make you dinner – you can’t live off of omelettes in your mothers absence!’ ‘Chloe we will just leave my car here at Grans, here is my car key can you grab my bags out my car and we will just go in yours?’ ‘Ok’ Chloe replied and caught her mums car key and proceeded to do as her mother asked as Gemma chatted with her mum. ‘Good point about food, I forgot to do a shopping today. Actually do me a favour Mum as I say I’ll leave my car here tonight. I got a text from Sophie earlier that Chloe is covering for her tomorrow night, can you kill two birds with the one stone and take my car over to my house tomorrow night, get some shopping in and make her your famous Mac and Cheese please?’ Gemma said to her mum ‘Tomorrow, lets see…oh that’s no bother Gemma ill be happy too. How will I get a key though? Oh and your new car is an automatic isn’t it?’ Margaret (Gemma’s mum) replied, ‘Good point, give me a sec’ Gemma said as she crossed the quite road and chapped Chloes car window signalling to her to put the window down. ‘Opps I did it again’ came blasting from the car when the window opened, Chloe turned the cd player down ‘Can I have my car key please?’ Gemma asked ‘Yeah here you go’ Chloe said as she passed her mum the keys, not really thinking why. Gemma took them and crossed back over to Margaret who was eyeing up her daughters Range Rover. ‘I’ll need a step to get in this!’ Margaret joked ‘You will be fine mum look’ Gemma proceeded to unlock her car and gesture her mum to sit in the drivers seat. A twiddle of knobs later the seat was in a good position for her and the basic controls pointed out. ‘Ok seems straight forward enough, ill not touch that screen thing and ill just go slow’ Margaret said as she stepped out ‘Ha ok mum you’re the boss’ Gemma said as she helped her mum, closed the door and locked it. ‘Here you go, house key, car key and the alarm code is the usual’ Gemma said ‘Ok ill be fine, you run along don’t want you late!’ ‘Night Mum and thanks’ Gemma said giving her mum a kiss and hug Gemma walked across the road and jumped in the passenger door of Chloe’s car ‘All set?’ Chloe asked ‘Yeah honey lets go, go the back way its quicker and saves some traffic lights. We have 20 mins so we will be ok’ Gemma responded Chloe had a quick mirror check looked round and pulled out, in her usual sporty manner to which her mum teases her for. As they approached and pulled into the drop off zone at the station around 11.30pm, Chloe let out a yawn or two. ‘Oh don’t get me started’ Gemma said as she let a yawn out too. ‘At least you have a bed right there waiting for you mum’ Chloe said pointing towards the awaiting sleeper train in a siding. ‘Just drop me off, dont come to the platform – don’t want you falling asleep when driving! You will be ok wont you?’ Gemma asked ‘Of course Mum, ill be fine I’m a grown girl’ Chloe said thinking to herself she should have said ‘a grown woman’ ‘Right ok, take care and text me when your in and locked up for the night ok. I will be awake, you know what these trains are like sometimes!’ Gemma said as she lent over and gave her daughter a peck on the cheek and one of those ‘behave yourself’ motherly looks. ‘Bye mum have fun!’ Chloe said and her got out, she walked round to the back and got her bags out of the boot. Chloe checked her mirror to see she was clear. Done the usual checks and pulled out, giving her mum a toot of the horn as she drove off. ‘Haha good stuff’ Chloe said to herself as she headed home for the night, to herself she couldn’t help thinking that by this time tomorrow night all going well she will be wrapped up on a nice snuggly nappy, baby grow with a dummy (pacifier) in her mouth…

Chapter 3: Panic suddenly overcame her as she quickly thought of her options, thankfully she didn’t hear the garage door open and it didn’t sound like her mums car. If it was a visitor at least she would have some time to get sorted. She crept towards the gate and peaked through a slat in it, thankfully it was a fairly private gate. Still in her dripping clothes she peaked through and saw her auntie Sophie turning off her car and fumbling with her mobile. ‘Oh crap’ she mumbled to herself Chloe ran into the garage and pulled her bike back out and leant it against the garage wall. She ran over to the fetch the hose and pulled the trigger to let the water flow. Nothing came as a second wave of panic overcame her, she glanced over and noticed the connector wasn’t clicked in the tap she sprinted over to the tap clicked it in and turned it on. Satisfied all was well she ran skipped quickly back to the end of the hose. ‘Phew close call’ Chloe said to herself as she started to soak the ground covering her dirty secret as well as spraying her bike as if she was just washing it. ‘Hi Chloe its Sophie can you open the gate please?’ ‘Hi yeah give me a sec, I’ll turn this off I don’t want to soak you!’ Chloe replied as took a deep breath and turned the hose on herself to cover the wet patch on her shorts. She shirked a little bit to herself as the cold water touched her waist and working down to her legs. Satisfied she will be ok and had a good story in her head, she shut off the hose and opened the gate. ‘Hi nice to see you, sorry I can’t give you a hug Andrew and I were out cycling and when we came back I thought I would give my bike a wash, it was hot so I gave myself a wee spray too!’ Chloe said, thinking she maybe said too much as if she had a guilty conscience! ‘Ah Andrew (her son) said he was popping over for a bit, good you got out and made the most of this’ her Aunt gestured to the sky (good weather) ‘You look soaked sweetheart, close the gate and get them off to save trailing the water into the house I’ll get you a towel’ she added Chloe blushed slightly at the thought of her Aunt being around when she was naked, but she knew in her situation it was the best thing to do. Thinking about it she felt like a child having her Aunt attend to her, which made her have a smile to herself as Sophie disappeared inside to fetch a towel. Chloe walked over and locked the gate, having a quick look out to check no else was about to come up the drive. She reached down and pulled the zipper of her cycling top down revealing her cleavage and proceeded to pull the top off, with her sweat it clung to her and when she pulled it off it jiggled her breasts freeing them. Pausing for a moment hoping her Aunt would hurry up, she tentatively reached up to pull off the straps of her bib shorts. Naked from the waist up, she pulled the straps down and proceeded to slowly pull her shorts off. Just has her bare bottom became free of the shorts her Aunt came out of the house. ‘Just as well no one can see around here eh? You would be the talk of the neighbourhood!’ said her Aunt as she walked towards her with an open white fluffy towel. ‘Yeah sure is, thanks Auntie’ Chloe said as she stepped out her shorts and swiftly wrapped the large bath sheet around herself. She then bent down holding the towel at her chest and bent down picked up her shorts and top with her other hand. ‘Lets go inside, I could murder a coffee’ Sophie said and they turned to go inside. When in the door Chloe quickly stuffed her clothes in the washing machine along with her socks, she topped it up with washing liquid and turned it on for a cycle – relived that she got away with it! Chloe grabbed an old T-shirt lying in the kitchen and put it on with the towel. Sometime passed as they shared a coffee at the kitchen table and a chat. Sophie part owns the Nursery with Chloe, something that Gemma helped her with when she struggled to find a job after graduating. Beforehand Sophie ran a small day-care facility and it’s this that got Chloe settled on what she wanted to do. To make the best of it and help the business, Gemma gave money to Chloe to buy into and expand the day care, which overtime Chloe would then pay of the loan in a bid to make her more responsible with money, along with paying herself a modest wage. This situation is working out well as due to her hard work Chloe is meeting the payments to her mum, as well as enjoying her role as the main Nursery Nurse. Just to be safe her Aunt Sophie deals more with the finance side of things. As it’s during the summer a lot of the childrens parents are off work, meaning the Nursery is quieter hence Chloe has been able to take a full week off to herself – something she has been looking forward to for a while! ‘Chloe I know its your week off, but can you do me a huge favour please? I forgot I have the dentist tomorrow afternoon, meaning we will be one short for the kids we will have in, are you okay to cover for the last hour and lock up’ ‘Ummm yeah sure no bother, I’m waiting on a parcel coming but it should be here in the morning. I had nothing else on anyways’ Chloe replied. ‘Ah great you’re a star thanks, see you about 5 then. Right ill need to love you and leave you, I need to head back and tidy up a few things’ Sophie said ‘Right I shall see you tomorrow’ Chloe replied as they both walked towards the front door. She opened the door and let her Aunt out and waited till she got in her car and started to back out the drive. With her car window down, her Aunt waved and shouted goodbye. Chloe waved and closed over the door, put her back against signed. ‘Offt that was close, quick thinking though’ she said congratulating herself. She had a look at the clock in the hall and realised it was time she got ready to meet her mum at her Grans house. She quickly ran through to the kitchen and took the washed clothes out the washing machine and hung them on the radiator. From there she went into the bathroom, dropped the towel and removed her top. She put both in the dirty washing basket, turned on the shower for it to warm up, felt it and stepped in.