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Once started this story and sent it out a few places. Going to change the name of some characters and reformat it to be less of an info dump and begin again. Will not let it die and expanded it dramatically from where I had it. Stretched out a lot of the 'info dump' and gave it less of a fantasy fill as best I could without removing the fantasy aspect, lol. Please leave me comments! Chapter 1 - "Honey, it's time to wake up." Came a voice in Kimberly's dream. She wasn't sure what it was, but there was a strentch in this long, dark, black room. She heard the voice again: "Get up, I have to change you before I go into work." She realized who it was this time. "Five more minutes..." She moaned, putting a pillow to her face and inhaling trying to make the smell go away. "No, it's time to get you changed, it will only take a few seconds. Besides, I don't want my big girl to get a rash on her first day in High School, now do I?" Kimberly sighed as she lifted the blanket off of her and woke from the partial dream. She looked around, the light was bright and her mom was standing in front of her dressed up for work, with an Abena diaper in her left hand and rash cream in the other. As she continued to scan her room, she noticed wipes next to her bedside table and plastic pants on top of them. Her mom began to expertly untape the diaper, lifting it into the air and folding it up. The smell didn't bother her, as she began to wipe her daughter's behind, Kim became less aware of her surroundings. She began to drift asleep as her mom lifted her legs as the final layer of plastic pants were applied. She remembered before completely falling asleep that her mom told her to be awake by 6:30, because school starts at 7:37 and that she wanted to make sure she was there on time. In her dream, she noticed one thing immediately: she was in a very messy diaper. She was surrounded by beds in each corner, one of which had a man in it. He was asleep and turned away from her, but she could tell he was a shaggy man, with very long hair and a smell aura that would fend off the most dangerous of creatures; but maybe that was her. As she continued to scan the area, she began noticing how small the room was, and that the only way in or out was through metal bars. She walked forward out of both curiosity and fear. Putting her hand forward, she reached for the shaggy man on the bed; and on touch, he turned around viciously. In one instant, she was surrounded with intimidation and fear. The man had dark black eyes, completely filling them like a expanded pupil. He had a full beard, one that went past his chest, and his breath was that of a man who probably never heard of a toothbrush. As she began filling the diaper in her dream yet again, the man said something in an ancient language, one unknown to her: "Du'ra ducta monare. Du'ra ducta monare." As he continued to speak in the same pattern, a loud "BANG" was heard, but she couldn't shake herself and figure out what it was. In the next few seconds, another "BANG" was heard, this time she realized what it was: her alarm clock. "Mura Poota Kimby, Mura Poota Kim." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Those were the last words that came from his mouth before she was awoken by another loud "BANG". Boy was she glad to be awake, but as she rose she smelt the exact thing she did in her dream, and something in between her legs squished as she sat up: herself. She looked at the clock: "Damn, it's 9:29." She thought, jumping out of bed. She might of not had time to change her diaper and wash up, but she could at least make the smell be neutralized for the next five hours, or so she hoped. As she poured purfume all over herself, she also through some baby powder down her smelly diaper and also another plastic pant around them. She knew that her diaper would be too thick for jeans, and she didn't have any long skirts around the house, but she had one that would at least cover the diaper and leave her room to walk to school. "Oh, walking.." she thought, that would be a challenge. She put on a very cute tweety bird shirt, and brought her purse with a Abena Diaper and wipes along with her: at least she could get a change at school. Late on her first day back at a public school ever since her car accident two years ago. On the way walking the 4 miles to school, she got many stares and honks as she neared the campus, and she couldn't help but think that her diaper was definantly going to be showing at school. The minute she got onto campus, security came up to her. "Excuse me, can I help you?" The security guard asked. "I believe you can, I'm a new student here at Juan Seguin High and I'm running late. What should I do?" "Well follow me, first we need to get you your ID so you're an official student at the school: we'll do that by heading up to the library.." He paused and sniffed, "Is there something wrong?" "Not at all, please, keep going." "Okay, as i was saying, after that we'll get you down to your assistant principals office which, wait, what's your last name?" "Moore," she said, "Kimberly Moore." "Okay Kim, your counselor is Mr.Devans , please, follow me." She already knew this day would be hell, and if they keep her this busy she might not be able to get to the restroom to change her diaper. Then she thought about the privacy at where she was...How would she change a diaper this dirty in a public restroom? She knew she was in trouble. As the security guard walked her down to the library, they came to an elevator. She didn't think there was an elevator, as the school isn't that big. "Uh, can we please use the stairs?" She asked, afraid the smell of her diaper could be too much for the unsuspecting man. "Don't worry! I let all new students use the elevator for the first day they're here." She gulped and bit her lip hard as she entered onto the platform and the door shut behind her. Luckily the man's nose was stuffed up, as he even sneezed a few times and sniffed, to no apparent notice of the emulating smell coming from the thing under her skirt. The door opened and she rushed off of the elevator, just to run into the janitor, trip, and fall down the green circle patterned flight of stairs right across from the elevator door. Luckily, she landed on her butt, damaging nothing physical except for her pride, and the preperation she made for the smell of her diaper: Now she knew she was in for it. The security guard rushed to help her up, and as he bent over, he noticed the smell. "Ha, i guess the janitor isn't doing a very good with the bathroom downstairs." The janitor remarked, she fake smiled at him and sat up lifting off from her butt. If it was smell free then, it most definitely isn't now. Her face was red, which matched her red hair almost perfectly. They walked a few doors down to the Library, and spoke with Mrs.Gorman, the leading librarian. She began to set everything up, and asked her to sit down on this 2' tall stool, which looked rather small. Yet again, Kim gulped and prepared herself for the worst. The security guard beside her backed up, as he was sure his nose was acting up again because of the smell traveling to him. Kimberly looked as if she would cry as the picture was about to be taken, and Mrs.Gorman snapped the photo. "This is an interesting picture..." Said Mrs.Gorman, as it printed out on off her computer. She handed it to Kim, and she was surprised! Even though she was on the verge of tears, she looked beautiful. She was 4'11" with long, red hair and the best looking brown eyes you could ever see. However, when she looked down she saw what she was afraid of: The dark brown spot covered by a yellow plastic pant showing to the camera. This scared her, but as far as she could tell, Mrs.Gorman didn't notice. She walked out and told the Security Guard she could handle herself from here, but he insisted to escort her. As they were walking, wet farts could be heard coming from her behind. Each step she took, another wet fart took place, until all of the sudden she stopped dead in her tracks and began completely pooping herself, yet again. Three movements in less than six hours was fortunately uncommon for her, but the stress she assumed, was only making her incontinence worse. The security guard heard her farting and filling herself at the stop, but he didn't realize what it was. He just assumed her stomache was acting up, so he asked her to walk with him. How embracing, walking and filling her diaper arms length with her new school's security guard. He dropped her into Mr.Devan's office, and completely left her alone. As she walked to the secretaries desk, the three students sitting in a chair a few feet away from her began to sniff the smell, and acted like they were throwing up. She turned beet red, and tried to play it cool. "Hi, i'm new here and I was wondering what I should do to get into class now that I'm late." The secretary couldn't help but chuckle, "Arhem, yes, just show me your ID and i'll send you on your way with a student escort." "Oh, that won't be necessary, I can find my way around easy enough." She said, handing her ID forward. "Sorry miss...Kimberly, but it's standard procedure, i'll have Sara here go with you." She handed Kimberly her tardy pass and sent her off with Sara, who didn't look too excited to be there. As they exited the room, sara began to ask questions. "Okay, so what is that smell?" Sara asked, getting straight to the point. "What smell?" "The one coming from your ass, don't play stupid with me. Did you shit yourself?" Sara practically yelled in the middle of the empty hallway. "What? No! I didn't get a chance to take a shower I just woke up nearly thirty minutes ago and ran up here." Kim responded. Sara scoffed and walked off, leaving Kim to herself in the empty hallway unsure of where to go from here. She almost wanted to follow her but knew better with the way she was giving her attitude. She began walking around the hallways looking for signs of a handicap bathroom, she assumed there would have to be one somewhere. Sure enough after about five minutes of running around she found one but was unable to open the door, finding it locked. "Helloo --- Is anyone in there?" She asked, knocking on the door. No one responded, but she heard ruffling and what sounded like her very own diaper tapes being removed on the inside. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked off to the side of the hallway to wait and peek at whomever was in the room. For two minutes the only sounds she could hear was that of a nearby classroom laughing at something inside and shortly after she heard herself peeing her diaper. As she heard the sound that was unmistakably that action, she looked and saw that her plastic pants were doing their job as they began to fill up with urine. All of the mess would have had to push it out. She was nearly at tears now and just as if on queue the person in the bathroom walked out. It was Sara. Kimberly stayed quiet and as Sara walked to the other side of the hallway, Kim came across the corner and tip-toed into the bathroom trying to avoid leaking any pee into her shoes from the plastic pants. She got into the bathroom and locked the door, being hit by an unmistakable smell of a dirty diaper, but it was not hers. It was sitting in the over-sized trash can in the corner of the room along with a few other adult diapers and paper towels. Kim smiled to herself as she realized the reason Sara ran off was because she thought it was her own mess that she could smell, and apparently it was as well as her own but she was more than likely none the wiser. She slightly arched her back to remove her shoes as she did not want to criss cross her feet and risk spilling anything from the diaper and pant combination. She successfully removed her socks and shoes and placed them in the corner away from her. She tip toed across the room and stood right above the toilet and dropped her plastic pants. Most of the urine that was in it landed in the toilet, some falling to the other sides of the toilet but a much easier clean up than it could have been. From there she practiced for the first time in a long time to remove her diaper and change herself. She hardly ever did it as her mom did most of her changes for her after spending the majority of the last two years at home nursing her body back to good health. As she had the both the pairs of pants off and the toilet clean she laid on the cold tiled ground in the bathroom and began to remove the tapes to her drowned diaper. As she began attacking the mess with her wipes she remembered to that night when she had the tragic car accident.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her dad was driving the family's Ranchero, a car they hardly took out but he insisted that they "go out in style" that night to the movies. It was the typical family night and it being Kim's turn to pick the activity she wanted to go see Step Up 2. On the way there, they seemed to hit pretty much every green light humanly possible and were making good time for the 7:05 showtime. As they got closer to the highway, Kim remembers tensing up. She was always scared of the on-ramp as there was always tons of traffic moving and it was always of concern to her. She relaxed as her dad was able to make the merge and was only a few exits away from the location. She remembered sighing as they were exiting the ramp with the theater directly in front of them when a big truck rear ended them and pushed them into the right-away ramp and they were swiped on by another vehicle. Her dads side took the entire blow, while her mother and herself were on the other side of the car. The entire vehicle shook and she blacked out. The last thing she remembered was getting the news that her dad did not make it from her mother who looked to be in perfect health outside of a few minor scratches and a cast. Being in a hospital bed looked down on by her mother was something she wouldn't be able to get off her find for a few months, especially with all of the pysical therapy she was going through trying to improve her leg strength. The doctors told her she suffered a minor lower spinal injury that would result in temporary loss of urinary and bowel control as well as little to no control over her legs. But with proper training, she would have control back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She snapped back into reality as she heard a loud bell ring over the speaker. The second class of the day was getting out and she was still covered in filth. She sped up her cleaning process and after about a solid twenty wipes she felt she might have been clean enough. She folded up her diaper and threw it in the trashcan, then laid back down on her second diaper. It was then that she noticed that she forgot to bring the powder that she had poured into her plastic pants to help the smell from coming out as she was rushing out of the house. She cursed herself for forgetting and knew she would not smell very good throughout the rest of the day, but at least she was somewhat fresher. She stood back up, laid her skirt back down and then assessed the damage. She knew the plastic pants would do more harm then foul at this point and decided to throw them away. They were smelly and soaked and she had a ton at home. She pulled down several paper towels from the rack and placed them over the messy diaper and plastic pants as an attempt to cover up her shame and put her shoes and socks back on. There was a lot of foot traffic outside and did not plan on braving the chance that some students would get curious and walk in after she left. She waited until the sound of the third bell sounded, announcing the start of the third class. She stepped outside, and went back down to the office. "Hi, kimberly was it? What brings you back down, shouldn't you be in class?" she asked. "Yes, but Sara wasn't able to show me around I think she had to use the restroom, and I never recieved my schedule so I'm not sure about where I need to go." Kim responded, looking puzzled. "Give me one second, let me pull it up for you." the receptionist said, putting her fingers to work and creating an audible sigh of frustration. "You are off to class 205b, chemistry with Coach Bazzle." "Thanks! I appreciate your help. Can I have a pass for class?" Kimberly asked, and immediately recieved a pass and headed on her way. The rest of the day went relatively calm as compared to the excitement she faced at the beginning of the day. The two classes were mainly introductions to the class and pretests to see what the students already knew. Being home-schooled for the last two years, Kimberly knew a lot more information than a lot of the other kids because that was all she really could do for awhile was just read and retain information. A good perk in a bad situation, she thought. Her mind would drift off to Sara towards the end of the day and knew with an attitude like hers it might be a better idea to stay away from her. She just had to know, though, the reason behind her problems as well and imagined that it would start a really good friendship, or so she would hope. With that thought, the final bell rang and she walked out to the front of the school where her mother was there waiting for her in the car with a warm smile.

Hey guys! New baby girl/mommy from central Indiana. I'm heading to college in the fall, and I'd love to meet some like-minded people to hang out with while I'm there My name is Sydney, btw It's very nice to meet all of you!

I find it curious how easily we misread eachother expressions dispite all being human afterall. Still, this was definatly ironic. Thanks for sharing.

Hey guys! I'm pretty new to this fetish, but I wanted to pop by and say hi! I'm 19, a girl, and I'm going to college major in Elementary Education in the fall! I can't wait to get to know you awesome people

Well today's news says that he was being psychiatrically treated on campus before all this started Whether this continued after he left his classes I do not know. If the Psych thought he was an imminent threat they would have done something to prevent this, as per Colorado laws and much the same in most states This may have some bearing on the legal case, but here's how I see things: Like Charles Manson, this guy can never be allowed in public again or he will be immediately killed and most State laws prohibit releasing prisoners into imminently dangerous situations. Whether death penalty or life without release or him getting a dose of justice in public- this guy's life is essentially over and we won't have to worry about him anymore Repaid1 said something about body armor which I'd like to address. It will not stop all bullets, just those from most common handguns. Crooks and gangs in NYC have been making their own equivalent vests for years using common materials so you can't stop them unless you've got something like I shoot (no comments on that either but it ain't teflon and it's legal) Even with that, would concealed carry laws have stopped this guy, or even slowed him down? Nope. Would restrictive gun laws have stopped this guy? Nope here too- nutcases will find a way to wreak their havoc, for that is their intent If I wanted to kill a large number of people I can do it in so many ways that you couldn't stop me, and I'd be using things you can buy anywhere which will never be made illegal The bottom line is that you can't stop all nutcases- they're a part of humanity and they will always exist. The best we can do without impinging on most people's freedom is what we're doing now There's a street festival near here today. I can steal a car, run over the sawhorses blocking the streets, and mow down at least 100 people before the cops gunfire kills me- of course I'd never do that but it makes my point. I love the US Constitution, but I would make some exception to the 'cruel and unusual punishment' part for people like this I think the Commanche's had it right- stake him to an ant bed and let them eat him alive slowly for harming his own kind so badly Severe? Yes, but sometimes severity is truly called for as nothing less will make someone think enough to not do something this bad. Bettypooh

This guy will be tried, found guilty and then he will receive the death penalty. They cannot say he was crazy because he was working on a PHD. This guy is a terrorist by anyone's definition.

I haven't forgot about the other characters, Sasha returns for today's darker installment Chapter Nine Sasha stared at the door and finally got up to leave. She had been hanging out at the biker bar for only an hour and already talked to several men. She started ticking off their problems in her mind, married, kids, police officer, nobody that would really make a good slave. Feeling depressed Sasha left the bar and started walking, “I just got rid of that loser Doug, maybe I’m better off alone for awhile,” she said to herself, but she knew it wasn’t true. She was addicted to the power humiliating slaves gave her, the feelings of hopelessness, helplessness and shame her slaves felt made her feel alive and she couldn’t live without it. She began walking towards Club Silence, it was a pretty fertile hunting ground for people who wanted to be dominated and even if it was just for one night it would brighten her spirits, plus she was curious if Doug found his way there. She turned the corner and entered a part of the city that most women would be afraid of walking through alone, even now at twilight. She could feel the powerful lust long before she heard the footsteps following her. She decided to play the game and began walking faster, then turned a corner towards an abandoned factory, the footsteps became faster. Soon she was nearly jogging, her heels clicking the ground and her small purse flopping back and forth in her hand when she turned another corner into an alley with no exit, perfect she thought. Against the wall at the end of the alley she could see the man with the hood over his face approaching, “Don’t be afraid,” he said and held up his hands. “What do you want,” Sasha asked, doing her best to sound afraid. “A girl as pretty as you shouldn’t be out her alone, it’s not a safe place to walk,” the man said as he continued to walk forward. He took his hood off revealing short cropped hair and a square jaw covered with a few days growth of beard. “Stay back, I’ll call the police,” Sasha said as she grabbed for her purse. “Relax mam, there’s no need to call anyone, just calm down,” the man said and took another step closer. “Dressed like that, you shouldn’t be walking around here, gives people the wrong idea.” Lucy dropped the scared voice, “Oh yeah, what idea would that be?” “That you want someone to bend you over and fuck you like the whore you are,” the man said dropping his relaxed voice. He rushed forward but was frozen in his tracks when raised her hand. “What the fuck,” he said. “Oh my God, you are in for a surprise you sorry sack of shit, you thought you were going to fucking rape me, get over here,” Sasha said. The man found himself walking to Sasha and falling on his knees in front of her, “What are you doing,” he said through clinched teeth as he fought to control his own body. He laid down on his back then he saw the woman step over his midsection. “I was so bored, you really have excellent timing,” Sasha said as she hiked her short skirt up and pulled her lacey blank panties down. She put them in her purse then squatted over the man’s face. “So what was it you said I wanted,” she asked. “Get off of me bitch,” the man shot back through clinched teeth. “Wrong answer, you said I wanted to be fucked like a whore, well guess what, what I really want to do is take a piss on your face,” Lucy said as she let loose a stream of urine all over the man’s face. “Ughhh, god,” the man screamed as the hot pee ran down his cheeks, and pooled behind his head getting the collar of his shirt wet. Lucy took squatted even lower and her face was just beaming, “You can’t believe how good that felt, but I think we need to continue this at home, get up and follow me, don’t make a sound and stay a couple of feet behind me,” Lucy commanded and began to walk off. The man found himself getting to his feet and following her despite the fact that he desperately wanted to run. Meanwhile in the glorious suburb of Deer Park, Nick found himself stranded at his first garden party, he endured countless cheek pinching, head patting, diaper patting, and more high pitched baby talk then he thought he could take, “Oh my you’re such a precious little thing, what a darling, you are such a cuttie pattotie, I could eat you up,” it went on and on. Lucy had dressed Nick in a light blue sailor suit romper with an anchor embroidered to the chest. On his head she had placed a wide brimmed sailor hat, his bare legs had long socks and his feet were covered in white tennis shoes. Nick had to admit it the effect was certainly authentic. “Why are you going to that woman’s party anyway, she didn’t seem very nice,” Nick asked as Lucy was slipping into a trim summer dress. “Well she’s not, but in a way I kind of feel for her, Mrs. Pettigrew was never able to have children and she likes to talk about how much happier she’s been because of it, but you don’t have to be a psychic to know it’s a lie,” Lucy explained. “So that’s why you put up with her being a jerk? Why don’t you just make her be nice or leave you alone?” Nick asked. “Well I certainly could turn her into the most chipper person in the world but that’s not really what I do, I prefer to help people with small problems, I don’t change their entire state of mind,” Lucy explained. “Oh, but you don’t have any problem turning a man into a baby?” Nick said in anger. “Like I said Nick I don’t change people’s entire state of mind,” Lucy said with a laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Nick asked. “Nothing, put your feet out so I can put your shoes on,” Lucy said. Mrs. Pettigrew had led everyone around showing off her prized roses, her beautiful pansies, and countless other flowers, but Nick was the real star of the show, the old women kept playing peek a boo with him and making faces; they got a real kick when he started making faces back. Lucy always tried to be a good listener and pay attention to Mrs. Pettigrew’s flower talk while Nick got passed from old lady to old lady holding onto their hand for balance while they walked him around the yard. Afterwards they had delicate appetizers and glasses of wine on her patio as the sun was going down. Nick was given another bottle, which he sucked down thirstily. “Lucy do tell us about little Nicky, what’s his story,” one of the ladies asked. “Well it’s a sad one like most foster children, neglectful family, mother and father in and out of jail, no one to take him in, so I get to care for him until an adoption family is found,” Lucy explained. “Hmm, I wonder Lucy, why don’t you find a man and have your own baby, instead of constantly caring for others,” Mrs. Pettigrew asked. “Oh I just haven’t met the right man yet, but when I do you’ll be the first to know, and as for these children I just feel like I have a responsibility, with all the blessings I’ve had,” Lucy answered. The ladies nodded in approval of Lucy’s answer. “Well I don’t know about you ladies but I think its wonderful, and the little man is so adorable with that outfit, it reminds me of something I dressed my little boy in so long ago,” One of the ladies said. “Thank you Martha, that was so kind, you’ll be glad to know I’m taking another cue from our past and I’m going to switch Nicky to cloth diapers,” Lucy said. “My now that is something I could never do again, washing out messy diapers, drying, folding, it’s just so much more work,” one of the other ladies said. “Yes but this little man is so good at filling his diapers I feel like I’m going through so many, and its so bad for the environment, plus I think it will be fun to make him some cute custom diapers,” Lucy said. Mrs. Pettigrew turned the conversation away from diapers and babies and back to gardening and it wasn’t long before everyone was excusing themselves. Back at home Lucy took off Nick’s outfit, and left him sitting on the floor in only his diaper. “So what did you think of being the object of such affection?” Lucy asked. “I hated it,” Nick replied. “Sure you did, that’s why you played peek a boo and made faces at the ladies,” Lucy said. “Whatever, can I go now?” Nick said. “I told you Nick you were staying with me all weekend, so you might as well stop complaining, its only one more day,” Lucy replied as she helped Nick up off the floor and sat him on the couch beside her. She flipped on the TV and started going through the channels with one hand while her other hand rubbed Nick’s back. “Why don’t you relax, little Nicky,” Lucy said as she guided his head down to her lap. Nick felt the most peaceful feeling wash over him, his neck, arms, legs all became so heavy and relaxed, while at the same time his penis became hard and pressed against the wet diaper. Lucy massaged his arms, his legs and his belly and Nick felt an almost uncontainable joy and contentment. He began to slowly rock his midsection a little to increase the pleasure he was feeling from the way his genitals were being hugged by the diaper. Lucy placed her hand on the front of his diaper and looked at him with a big smile on his face, “My big sleepy baby,” she said. Nick smiled back and wished this moment would never end, and then he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Seven Lucy bought Nick a souvenir T-shirt at the zoo gift shop, a young girl’s shirt in bright green with a cartoon whale. Nick wasn’t pleased but was too embarrassed to argue. On the way home they stopped off at a drug store and she bought him some shorts. They made one last stop for supper at one of those annoying atmospheric restaurants where everything on the wall is an antique. “OK I’m going to hold your hand and we’ll walk in together,” Lucy said as she unbuckled Nick’s car seat and helped him onto the parking lot. He found that he really didn’t have a choice; he was so unsteady that he needed to keep hold of Lucy’s hand to avoid falling. Nick saw himself reflected in the windows of the restaurant and was appalled. The T-shirt was too tight and short. The shorts were not really big enough either and his diaper was poking out of the waist band. “I look like an idiot,” Nick said. “You look like a toddler Nick, which is good because my abilities will work better the more childish you look. In fact,” Lucy stopped and clipped a pacifier holder to Nick’s shirt and stuck it in his mouth. “There now that is better,” she took Nick in and they got a table. “Looks like he’s too big for a high chair,” the waitress said, “How about a booster seat. “No I think he can reach the table OK, he’s big for his age,” Lucy answered. “OK, my name is Cindy and I’ll be your waitress today, and don’t forget to look at our child specials, they’re a great deal,” she said as she handed Lucy a menu. “Where’s mine,” Nick said after spitting out his pacifier. “Ahh, I think the little guy wants a menu too, here you go,” the waitress said and handed Nick a menu. ”Can I get you something to drink,” she asked. “I’ll have a diet coke and little Nicky here is going to finish his bottle,” Lucy answered and produced a bottle from Nick’s diaper bag. “I’d really like a steak, I’m super hungry,” Nick said after the waitress left. “Well sorry Nick but I don’t think the illusion will work if I order a 2 year old a Steak, but you can get anything you want off the kid’s menu,” Lucy answered. “Great, Nick said and began looking at the kids menu, wow how about a jr. burger with apple sauce, tater tots and jello,” Nick said sarcastically. “Good choice,” Lucy said with a laugh. Nick slunk down in his chair more and crossed his arms. His embarrassment continued when the food came and Lucy tied a bib around his neck. Nick had just about enough motor control to get the food into his mouth, though he spilled a lot of apple sauce on his bib. Lucy tried to talk to him several times but Nick wasn’t interested in conversation. “I want you to know that while we’ve been setting here in this restaurant I helped a kid get over his fear of vegetables, I helped a woman quit smoking, I helped a man make a decision to ask his girlfriend to marry him, I was able to help all of those people because of you,” Lucy explained. “That’s great,” Nick said sarcastically. “Well I just wanted you to know that I don’t waste the power I get from you, I try to use it to do good,” Lucy explained but Nick continued to sulk. After dinner Lucy checked Nick’s diaper in the lobby in front of crowd of people waiting to pay or browsing the gift store. “Your diaper is soaked, you’ll need a change before our next stop,” she said loud enough for those around them to hear. Nick continued to stand there with his arms crossed and an unpleasant look on his face. “I think someone is being a pouty face,” an old lady said in line behind them. “Fuck off,” Nick replied. “Oh my don’t cry little grouchy man,” the lady said with a laugh. On the way out to the car Lucy gave Nick a swat on the behind which was mostly absorbed by the wet diaper, “Even if all they hear is you crying and whining I still don’t want you cussing like that.” Lucy took the stroller out of the back of the van and helped Nick sit down on the floor. She pushed him into a laid down position and pulled down his shorts and went about changing the wet diaper. Nick could see feet walking by and heard chuckles occasionally; the realization that he was laying in the back of a van outdoors in a parking lot having a wet diaper changed struck him and he began to cry again. “Oh come on be a big boy,” Lucy said and shoved his paci in his mouth and gave him his teddy bear. Nick found himself clutching the stuffed bear for comfort. “Our next spot is a surprise and its not very far away so we’re just going to walk, or at least I’m going to walk and you can ride,” Lucy explained as she helped Nick out of the van and into the stroller. Nick wondered where they were going and suddenly he saw it, the little strip mall down the street with the frozen yogurt shop. “That’s right Nicky, I’m taking you to make a Sunday,” Lucy answered Nick’s thoughts. “I’ve always wanted to go in there,” Nick said. “I know baby, and your wife said it was too childish for adults or at least it was for people who actually had children and she would never let you go,” Lucy said. Nick didn’t know what to say, but he started to feel the anger he’d been holding onto fade away. The yogurt shop had cute cartoon murals on the walls and furniture that looked like it had been designed by a 5 year old. Everything was bright neon colored and soft with rounded edges. A TV on the wall played Sponge Bob Square Pants, and several groups of adults and children were clustered around enjoying the frozen treats. The shop was self serve; there was a wall of flavors on the back and a huge wall of toppings and sauces. Lucy got the largest possible empty container and let Nick tell her what to do. It took 5 minutes to pick out all the flavors of yogurt and toppings he wanted, it had Oreos, M&Ms, strawberries, Carmel, marshmallow cream, chocolate sauce, and was covered massive pile of whip cream. The Sunday cost 12 dollars, which Lucy and Nick thought was hilarious. She got a spoon for each of them and then she saw something that was too good to be true. In the corner they had several different high chairs, one of them was perhaps large enough for Nick, she wheeled it over and parked it at their table. “Now wait a second I’m not going to fit in that,” Nick said. “Well actually I think you will,” lucy answered. She removed the tray and pulled Nick out of the stroller, his thin frame was able to fit comfortably in the chair and with a few adjustments to bring the tray higher it snapped into place. “See it’s a good fit,” Lucy said with a laugh. Nick folded his hands over his chest and pouted looking so cute in the chair that Lucy couldn’t help but crack a huge smile. She tied a clean bib around his neck and said, “Nick be happy you’re in a high chair, look at that Sunday you made, does that look like something an adult would eat, you’re going to get it everywhere, you need to be in a highchair and you need to have on your bib; now you can eat just like you’ve always wanted to, without a care.” Nick looked at the huge mess in a cup sitting on the trey and felt a bit of warm pee seep into his diaper, “Geez, if I’m going to poop and pee my pants I might as well enjoy this,” he thought. Nick grabbed his spoon and started spooning yogurt and whip cream into his mouth with wreck less abandon. He had to admit that for a couple of years he’d mentioned how he’d wanted to come here and build the ultimate Sunday, and his wife had always told him to be less childish. “Look at me now bitch, can’t get much more childish then this,” Nick thought when he launched a spoonful of yogurt that hit Lucy’s face. “Nick, behave,” Lucy said with a laugh. She reached into the diaper bag and produced a package of wipes then removed one and wiped the yogart off her face, she tried to wipe a bit of the mess off Nick’s face but quickly found it was useless as it piled up around his mouth and driped off his chin faster then she could wipe it. A little girl came up to their table and smiled watching Nick make a mess of himself. He stopped eating when he saw the girl looking at him with a big grin. “Your baby is a messy eater,” she said with a chuckle. “Yeah he’s been a good boy today so I got him a treat,” Lucy said as Nick went on eating happy that the illusion of him as a baby was well in place. “My mommy lets me give my baby brother spoonfuls of yogart,” she said. “Well that is sweat, you want to give baby Nicky here a spoonful,” Lucy asked. “Sure,” the little girl said taking the spoon from Nick’s hand. She dug out a tiny dab of yogurt and stuck it in his mouth. “It’ll take all day with tiny spoons like that, give him a bigger one,” Lucy said. “OK, if you say so,” the girl filled a heaping spoonful and jabbed it into Nick’s mouth much of it going in his nose. “Maybe I need more practice,” she said and Lucy laughed out loud with her while Nick licked the mess off his face. “Missy, don’t bother these people,” her mother said as she gathered the girl up in her arms. “Your little boy is a cutie,” she said. “Oh thank you, don’t worry she’s just showing us how to feed babies, no bother,” Lucy said. “Well from the looks of things she didn’t do a very good job,” the mother said. There was chocolate, candy and yogurt everywhere, on Nick’s face, his hair, his arms, his bib, and all over the high chair. “Yeah, little Nicky is just showing us how a big grown up boy feeds himself,” Lucy said to a chorus of laughter. “Well it looks like he needs to let mommy take care of him a little longer,” the mother said as she waved good bye. “Oh don’t worry, Mommy’s going to take care of little Nicky for a long time,” Lucy said and Nick started to feel his stomach turn.

i don't like to mess either! I don't know that mommy has actually witnesses me wetting but she is very aware of my wet diaper. I don't know what i would do if she wanted me to wet intentionally. most of the time it would be to late to request a wet diaper as i have usually already wet.

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