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All I can say is WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what a great chapter and nice cliffhanger, a communal diaper change, wow, she really does want to treat the guy exactly like a baby........great story so far.........BooBoo

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Chapter 5 Sasha walked past the line waiting to get into the zoo turning heads with the stamping sound of her loud high heal boots smacking the ground. She was wearing a jet black leather top with a short skirt all complimenting her dark hair. She walked right past the ticket window and started through the gate of the zoo. “Mam, you need to buy a ticket,” the clerk behind the counter said. “Go fuck yourself,” Sasha said and continued through the gate. “OK,” the woman said as she pulled down the closed sign to cover the window and slid her pants down. Sasha let out an evil laugh but stopped abruptly when she felt the residual psychic energy that could only mean her sister had been nearby. “You, sweet tits, get over here,” Sasha yelled at the young girl working at the balloon stand. “Yeah I can feel it all over you, the stink of my sister,” Sash said as she grabbed hold of the girls head. “Ahh, what are you doing,” the girl yelled in pain. “This is a lot easier than talking to you, so shut up and let me finish,” Sasha said and moved her hands around the young girls head. “Wow my Sister’s taken a new whelp, and he likes you, wonderful.” “You’re hurting me,” the girl screamed, though none of the people walking by seemed to notice. “I haven’t even started the hurting Jess,” Sasha said. “How do you know my name?” Jess asked with fear in her voice. “I know everything about you now, like when you lost your virginity in the seat of John Newman’s car,” Sasha said with a laugh. Jess was shocked and looked around, no one seemed to notice them, “HELP,” she yelled and no one reacted. “Save your whining Jess, you are my new slave, now I want to see that pretty body of yours. Take off your clothes,” Sasha commanded. Jess was in tears and unable to stop herself from pulling her work polo over head and stepping out of her cargo khaki shorts. She tried to cover her girlish pink bikini style bra and panties up with her hands. Laughing at her embarrassment Sasha stepped close to Jess, she filled her mouth with a ball gag and attached a black leather collar with a short lead around her throat. “Alright bitch lets go see if we can find my sister.” ***Meanwhile on the other side of the zoo*** “How is it even possible?” Nick asked. “Well its actually not as hard as you think, see the human mind prefers things to make sense, when it sees an adult dressed as a toddler or infant it gets shocked, so what I have is sort of a bubble of confusion around us,” Lucy explained. “Bubble of confusion?” Nick asked as the bear in the enclosure pushed around a ball with his nose. “Yeah I sort of create a small disconnect in the reasoning center of the brain, it knows you're way to big to be a baby but I take the whole part of you being so big out of the reasoning chain, basically I make it so that the way you’re dressed takes precedence over your size,” Lucy explained. “My God, that’s amazing” Nick said. “Yes, well I think its time for your next bottle,” Lucy said and removed another bottle from Nick’s diaper bag. He took the bottle and started sucking without really thinking about it. “You were so embarrassed before you figured it out I gained a great deal of power from you, and it doesn’t take that much power to keep the bubble up,” Lucy explained. “I always thought this psychic stuff was nothing but lies and tricks,” Nick said between sucks on the bottle. “Most of it is, there are only a handful of real psychics in the world and without a teacher most never even realize what they are capable of, and often times it is a curse not a blessing.” Lucy explained. “How so?” Nick asked. “Well every psychic gets their power from emotions and power feels good, even if they don’t realize it, some may get their power from making people happy and they’ll have lots of friends, buy great gifts for Christmas, life of the party, that sort of thing; others get their power from negative emotions, they become mean, rapists, sometimes even serial killers,” Lucy answered. “Oh..” Nick replied. “Enough of that, lets keep enjoying the zoo, there are lots of animals still to see,” Lucy said. They wandered past the bears through big cat country and then got to the water enclosure where a crowd had gathered to watch seals. In the middle of the seal show Nick noticed that many of the warm and loving smiles he had been getting from people were becoming hard stares. He noticed kids were pointing and a mother came over to them. “You people make me sick, I don’t know what kind of twisted fantasy you’ve got going on here but you should be ashamed.” The mother said in anger. Nick’s face melted, he looked around the group and saw anger everywhere. Many people were walking away, others were standing around, some were snickering over the angry exchange. “Something’s wrong,” Nick said and started to loose control of his emotions, he tugged on Lucy’s dress and began to bawl. She looked as if she was in a trance but Nick’s crying woke her up. “Dammit Sasha, I know you're hiding. What do you want,” Lucy said. “I turned off your enchantment,” Sasha said with a laugh as she stepped out from behind the crowd with the nearly nude Jess in tow, her face a mask of terror she tried to cover herself up but everyone could see her, tears started rolling down her face. The crowd parted and while others watched in amazement, some departed as quickly as possible. “Hi Siss, fancy meeting you here,” Sasha said with an air of sarcasm. “I can’t believe you that girl is barely 18, she lives at home with her parents, you can’t take her.” Lucy said. “What are you the morality police now, I see you’ve found a new wimp to play Mommy to,” she snapped back. “This is different, Nick has no close family, no wife, no kids, not even a pet; that girl has her whole life ahead of her, she lives with her parents and even has a boyfriend, they will go crazy.” Lucy answered back. “So what,” Sasha said. “So… they will find her, you will get caught, do you want that to happen,” Lucy explained. “Geez you are the least fun,” Lucy said as she took the collar from Jess’ neck. “Go put your clothes on then forget everything that happened since you saw me,” she ordered. Jess took off at a run across the zoo in tears. “You’re doing the right thing,” Lucy said. “Yeah well I guess that’s what big sisters are for, clean this mess up, you’ve got plenty of extra power now.” Sasha said as she walked away. "Just do me a favor and stay away," Lucy yelled at her sisters back, who just responded with a laugh. Lucy stepped into the middle of the crowed and raised her hands. “Alright people, the seals are about to perform everyone watch,” Lucy yelled and then pointed at the seals, she placed her hands on her head and there was a moment of strain before everyone around turned to watch the seals. Lucy moaned in exhaustion. Nick was still crying and furiously sucking his pacifier, and a lady from the crowd turned to him. “Ahh, its OK little guy, they won’t hurt you,” she said and Nick began to calm down. “I’m sorry Nick, I didn’t expect you to even meet her, let alone that happen,” Lucy said as she began to push the stroller away from the crowd. “Who the hell was that?” Nick asked. “My sister Sasha, she’s like me, sort of,” Lucy answered. “Geeze let me guess, evil twin sister that’s also a psychic,” Nick said. “Well she’s not exactly evil, she’s just, well, irresponsible,” Lucy answered. “How does she get her power? Being a bitch?” Nick said. “Yeah more or less, she gets her power like me from humiliation and embarrassment, but also shame, fear and lust. Don’t worry you’ll never see her again.” “This sucks, can I please go home?” Nick asked. Lucy frowned and looked at Nick, “No baby, finish your bottle.”

Never did and never will.

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Sam set his damp sweat pants and underwear in the hamper and stepped into a clean pair of boxer briefs. As he pulled his underwear up around his waist he immediately felt the dampness around the front of his hoodie. He just sighed, pulling it off and tossing it in the hamper. In truth, he knew that he should really be thankful that his clothes had absorbed his accident. Leaving a stain on the couch would have just been too much for Sam. It would have stood as a constant reminder of his problem, not to mention pissed off Jess even more. Sam's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Jess was back. 'But why so soon?' he wondered as he walked into the living room pulling on a clean, dry t shirt. She was sitting on the couch with 3 plastic shopping bags at her feet. "Sam... we need to talk. You wanna sit down?" she said patting the couch cushion next to her. Her piercing green eyes seemed to look right through him. He knew she meant business. But sitting was the last thing Sam wanted to do. He could tell by the tone of Jess' voice that she had made a decision and once she had made a decision, she didn't change her mind. He just wanted to skip the formality and find out what it was. Separate beds or something? Another bedwetting alarm maybe? He felt like a child waiting to find out his punishment. Not wanting to upset Jess any further, he slowly walked over to the couch and sat down. "Sam... I think you'll agree that I've been pretty patient with you and your... condition these past few months. I know its not your fault and I know you really can't help it. Sam... you know I love you but things can't go on like this. So I've decided that since you probably won't be waking up dry anytime soon, you need to wear some... protection." she said pulling a blue plastic package out of one of the bags and setting it in her lap. Sam couldn't believe what he was looking at. He hadn't expected this at all. He was speechless. "This way, we can both wake up dry in the morning and get a good night's rest. And... there are instructions on the back here for how to put them on and you know I used to work at a hospital so if you need any help, I'll be right here, okay?" said Jess. "Look, Jess... you can't actually expect me to just wear..." said Sam stammering. "Diapers? Yes, I do. I know you don't do it on purpose but, like I said, things can't go on like this. Its not fair for me to have to wake in a wet bed just because you can't take responsibility for your problem." "Look, Jess, can't we at least talk about-" "This isn't up for discussion. I'm sorry, sweetie, its not your decision to make. Now, I can put these in the other room and you don't have to worry about them for the rest of the day. But at 9:30, I expect you to be ready for bed." "9:30 !?" said Sam, now sounding shocked. "Calm down, honey. There are a few reasons for that. One is because obviously if you wet whenever you fall asleep, I think it would be good for you to wear protection later in the evenings. If you fall asleep, you could really destroy the furniture or the carpet. Now, that alone should be enough reason. But the doctor also said that we could reduce your wetting if you stay on a more regular sleep schedule and we reduce your stress. So maybe getting ready around 9:30 will help you get to bed at a regular time and maybe help you de-stress a little after you get off work." "You actually think wearing... these things is going to help me de-stress?!" said Sam now fighting desperately to hold back tears. This entire conversation was nothing short of overwhelming. "Sweetie, I know this is going to take some getting used to... for both of us. But... yeah, I think waking up in a dry bed every morning and getting a good night's rest will reduce stress for both of us." "Wow... uh..." "Thats why I wanted to have this conversation with you now instead of dropping it on you at 11 at night or something. I know you're not thrilled about this but, its like anything else, it'll just take some getting used to." "Whats in the other bags?" asked Sam, now regaining his composure. Jess pulled out a two foot long metal cylinder from one of the bags. "This is just a trash can so you can throw your wet diapers away in the morning and there won't be any smell. Lets see... what else did we get you? A package of wipes, some baby powder, rash cream... I think thats about it." said Jess sifting through the bags. "Okay... so I'm going to take this stuff and put it in the other room and you can just get ready at 9:30. And I'll be here tonight if you need any help, okay?" Sam said nothing. He just stared at the shopping bags on the floor. Jess waved her hand in front of his face. "Earth to Sam...." she said. "Yeah..." he said. "It'll be okay, sweetie." she said patting him on the knee before picking up the bags and walking out of the room. Sam wanted to storm out. He wanted to get out of the house. He even contemplated getting a hotel that night just to show Jess how he really felt. But the fact was that he was still hung over and still felt very weak- both mentally and physically. After thinking about it a little, he reasoned that diapers might not be so bad. Sure, he really didn't want to wear them but they were certainly nothing to be afraid of. Really just another kind of underwear, he thought to himself. What had really bothered him was the way the conversation with Jess had gone. She had truly explained everything to him as if he had no say in the matter... like his opinion was totally irrelevant. She bought everything without so much as a warning to him. True, Jess had always been that kind of girl- strong, assertive, opinionated. But they had never even discussed him wearing diapers to bed so, naturally, the news had hit him like a ton of bricks. It was a shock. In some small way, he was proud of himself for managing to stifle his tears, which would have only made things worse. Another thing that bothered him was the fact that Jess was the fact that Jess was four years older than him. The age difference itself never bothered him, four years should be meaningless to adults, right? What bothered him was the fact that he had always suspected that Jess felt like the mere fact that she was older gave her the authority to boss him around. She was older and wiser. SHE knew what was best. While this all might have been in Sam's mind, it was reinforced by the fact that this was pretty much exactly the way Jess had just behaved. On some level, the conversation had also hit him pretty hard because of his childhood. Wetting the bed had always made him feel so powerless. He had never learned to control himself at night. His parents had kept him in pull ups until he turned 12 and they no longer fit him. He didn't know which was worse- being terrified of his friends finding the pull ups in his room or waking up early before school each morning to strip wet sheets off the bed. Doctors had told him he would probably grow out of it at some point... but he didn't. He had always figured that, by the time he was 23 years old, that he would have outgrown it. A few times, he might have even told himself that he would stop in the future, despite the fact that his bedwetting had only gotten worse within the past few months. The diapers had just been a rough reality check to deal with. While Sam finally realized he was too weak to really leave the house, he spent most of his time away from Jess in another room working on his computer, and occasionally surfing the web and watching Youtube videos to take his mind off things.