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2.) Oh. I had expected a million different things on the other side of those double doors, but this was not one of them. There was electricity? There was music! Everything had a slightly warm glow to it and the floor wasn't covered in water, but a sea of carpet. Red carpet? Or was that just the lights? Did someone... live here...? "We should go," I mumbled and stepped backwards softly, scanning the room as I reached for Bridget's wrist. "No way! We should take pictures and lots of them." Of course, I had no bars down here it seemed, but we were in the basement and that made perfect sense. A shame not to be able to Instagram this place live, but what could you do? "Look, there's no water on the carpet from when we opened the door, and we opened them three times now." The only water, in-fact, were the footprints we left in the plush ruby carpet. "Look at the furniture..." This actually felt less like a room and more like the lobby to a theater. "I really don't like the look of this," I mumbled, pacing nervously around the room. I went back to the double doors and pushed them, maybe to see if the water would follow us in, but the door was stuck. It wouldn't budge. I tried pulling it instead but I couldn't get my fingers into the cracks. What the hell? "Help me with this." "Don't be a baby, we'll figure it out, it's probably the water pressure or something. There'll be other ways out, lets look around!" I was wandering away from her anyway, walking towards a door against one of the walls in the grand space, with a brass plaque that read Treatment etched into the pristine looking surface. "How is everything in here in such good condition? This is surreal, do you-" I looked over my shoulder, and Ria was still tugging at the door we came in. "Ria, come on, keep up!" I looked back at the door nervously and followed my best friend through the lobby and toward one of the other doors. My heart was racing. No such thing as ghosts, no such thing as ghosts... "There's lights on though, Bridget... were lights even a thing when this place opened?” Curse my lack of historical knowledge. "Someone obviously still comes here... we can't stay here." "Maybe the lights are just gas burning, we can't tell." They did have a warm, flickery glow to them, after all, and it was hard to tell from this angle. "If someone still comes here, then it's gotta be a secret that they do, and maybe we can become YouTube famous for revealing it." She looked less convinced than I sounded. "Here I'll film, you're cuter. Lets check out the Treatment room, okay? Sounds interesting.” She shoved me through the doors with her phone camera in my face. "And here we are, Ria and me, in the basement of Calhoun Gardens children's asylum! But look! Lanterns are on. Could someone be living here still? We're gonna get to the bottom of it!." "Narrate quieter," I urged. "We gotta be able to hear it for the fans, dummy!" This was weird, because the warm soft music from the foyer area was replaced with what sounded like a faraway music box and there were four large windows with four doors next to them, two on each side of the room we'd entered; like exhibits in a zoo of some sort. "So these look like cells, right? Man people used to be so messed up, right? And..." I was quiet. We were both quiet, because sitting on the floor in the first window we looked in was a girl. A girl our age. A girl we knew. Soren Jones. She'd moved out of town to a different college, suddenly, six months ago. And she was dressed up like an antique doll, and playing with blocks, completely oblivious. "Is that..." Now I was quiet. Now I whispered. I knew her. We both knew her. Soren Jones was a girl in our Childhood Development class last semester. In the middle of the term she dropped out. I never really thought twice about it, but seeing her here, now... I shook my head and went ahead of Bridget to glass window. That was her. That was definitely her! We she living here now? Without thinking, I opened up the door to her cell and went inside. "Soren?" There was no recollection on her face when she looked up, and she giggled and knocked over her block building, putting thumb straight to mouth. "Soren, hey," I'd put my phone down on a desk by the entrance to the room because this seemed far less like a fun trip now and more like something serious, and I knelt down beside her, doing a quick crisis evaluation. Hand on cheek, eyes looking into eyes. She looked at me dumbly. "Soren, it's me, Bridget, do you know where you are? What are you doing here?" She was dressed so ornately, in clothes I couldn't imagine outside of a LARP get-together, and she seemed entirely comfortable. "Are you hurt? Soren, listen to me." It was like she didn't even know who I was... or she didn’t even care. All the thoughts I had about Soren running away and hiding in this building started to fade away. She wasn't acting like herself. Dressed like that? In a place like this? I was starting to worry that this wasn't a very safe place after all. "Come on, Bridget. Let's get her up. We need to get out of here right now!" "Alright, uh, let me get my phone, and then I'll..." I knew I left my phone on that desk, and it was gone, just... gone. What? I felt my chest begin to swell with anxiety and marched out of the windowed cell back into the room outside, huffing. "This isn't funny! I'll use Find My iPhone to find where you are, so you should just give it back!" Nobody answered, though, nobody else was here... except, it seemed, as my heart sunk... there was another girl in another of the windowed cells. "Ria, there's someone else locked up here, too." I had managed to get Soren to her feet, but just barely. Luckily, she was very cooperative. She walked alongside me as long as I propped her up. We had just gotten out of the cell when Bridget called out about the other girl. Another girl, in another cell? This one, though... I didn't know who she was. I let Soren go and she immediately slid to the floor. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was going to have a panic attack if we didn't get out of here. "Just get her and let's go!" "Alright, okay." I pushed the door open to go inside, and the other girl - she was Japanese, or Korean maybe, I couldn't tell, but she was dressed just as stupidly as Soren was. And worse, there was an overwhelming smell of something in the room when I went inside, and I had no idea what it was until I'd picked her up and helped her to her feet; spying the very obvious diaper under her dress. "Gross..." The problem was, when I got her to the door... it wouldn't open. "Hey, it won't open! Can you open it from that side?" I tugged at the door, and Ria did the same thing, but in neither direction did it move. "Okay stay calm, um... take Soren, alright? Take her to the car and call 911 alright? I'll be right here. It'll be okay." But the nagging fact that the double doors to this wing of the asylum wouldn't open earlier wouldn't leave me.

I decided to go out and buy a can of kidney beans the other day since I read how much fiber was in them. About 23 grams for a 1/2 cup. There were about three or four cups in a can I think. I got a can of Hormel Chili and poured the entire can of beans in with the chili - Microwaved it and eat the entire thing. I was drinking a ton of water all night but nothing happened. The next morning when I woke up I was felling a bloated sensation in my intestines. I put on a diaper and went out for a large coffee. By the time I got home I was in agony from what felt like a tree trunk trying to push itself out. That was probably one of the worse, if not the worse blow outs I've had. I was standing up to avoid getting any poop on myself so the clean up would be easy. But I ended up bombing my diaper so bad it was cumming out the sides by the leg cuffs. Beans can be brutal. I would actually not recommend this unless you're home. I don't think any diaper will contain a blow from eating this many beans. The diaper was so destroyed, I just rolled it up and tied it in a plastic grocery bag and got it out to the dumpster as quickly as possible. Even if I put it in my garbage tied in plastic, It would have smelled the entire place up.

OK, I've cleaned up what I had already written and added some additional material, so this thread is back in business! -- Chapter 1 BEEP…BEEP…BEEP. I reach up and smack the snooze button on the alarm clock. I’m still sleepy, but I have to pee. Well, I’ve been wearing diapers for the last few weeks, I might as well get some use out of them. I wet myself and drift back off to sleep. “Jason…JASON!” I hear my mother calling. “Breakfast is ready! You don’t want to be late the first day!” That’s right. It’s the first day of school. I’ve been waiting for it with anticipation and dread. I amble down the stairs and start shoveling in the oatmeal that’s been placed before me and chase it down with orange juice. When I’m done, mom says, “You ready to get changed for school.” I think about that a second and then bear down and deposit a load in my diaper. This is one aspect I’ve not gotten used to since I started this. “Come upstairs, Mr. Stinky Pants,” my mother says. I hop up on my changing table, and she proceeds to remove the poopy diaper from me. She uses multiple wipes to remove most of the excrement from my butt, but I stop her and tell her I’m going to hop into the shower and do. After I emerge from the bathroom having showered, brushed my teeth, and the rest, Mom is waiting to put a new diaper on me, a disposable this time, but she applies a liberal amount of cream to me first. “I know you’ll probably go longer without a change at school, so we don’t want you to get a rash.” She chatters away about how exciting I should feel. It’s strange having her do all this to me, but I’m beginning to appreciate it. And yes, I am excited. I get dressed. New school clothes to fit nicely over the diaper. I grab two knapsacks and hop into the car. The larger one contains supplies to put in the changing room at school. The smaller, is my personal diaper bag, the one that I’ve been carrying since I intentionally failed the continency test. Yes, intentionally failed. I was well on my way to passing my remedial toilet training class which would have avoided me having to wear diapers to school this year, but I intentionally pooped myself right before it was over. Why might you ask? I pull into a driveway. Kim comes bouncing down the front steps and gets into the passenger seat. She lays a big kiss on my lips. “Excited?” she asks. Reason number one. I drive down to another house, and Kaitlyn hops in the back seat. She leans forward and gives me a long kiss with tongue. Then she leans over and does the same to Kim. I don’t know if they have a thing or if Kaitlyn is doing this just to get a rise out of me but it is working. Reason number two. The girls and I became fast friends in the toilet training class. Kim has always been incontinent, and the class didn’t change that. Kaitlyn had an aversion to public bathrooms. She had landed in the class when she wet herself avoiding using the ones at school. She decided to intentionally fail the test so she would be allowed to wear diapers. The girls pressured me to do the same to preserve our relationship. We became the diapered three musketeers. Entering the school building gives me a sense of foreboding. It is as busy as it has been in my dreams. In my dreams, I’m walking through the hall in just a diaper. I look down. Yes, I have my pants on. It will be OK. The girls lead me to the changing room, a place I’ve not been before. I check in with the aide there and stow my supplies. I’ll suspect I’ll be here sooner or later changing, but I’m hoping to make it through the day without that being necessary. I tell the girls I’ll see them at lunch and make my way to homeroom. It still feels odd having the diaper between my legs. I look around to see if anybody is noticing, but they aren’t. I get to homeroom, and the teacher hands me an envelope. It’s a note from my guidance counselor to drop by at my convenience. I stuff it in my pocket. The morning drags on as I go from class to class getting handouts on what to expect this year. Just before lunchtime, I can’t hold off peeing any longer. I suppose I could go figure out how to get out of the diaper discretely in the bathroom, but why risk it. I wet myself. I got to lunch and found Kim and Kaitlyn saving a spot for me. “How’s it going?” Kim asked me. “Not too bad,” I said. I looked around and spoke quietly, “I wet last period.” Kim and Kaitlyn had experience. Kim has worn diapers all her life. Kaitlyn wore diapers last year. I was the new kid. “Do you want to go to the changing room?” Kim asked. “Nah, I’m OK,” I said. “Besides, I got to go see Mrs. Johnson.” I made my way to the guidance office. I wasn’t too concerned. Mrs. Johnson always stuck up for me. “I just wanted to see how you were handling things,” she asked. Things most definitely were the fact I was now wearing a diaper. “I’m OK, really.” “OK, I can’t help you out of this one,” she said. Better for me that she couldn’t. It would be hard to explain that I did all this on purpose. The day wore on, and the wet diaper wasn’t too uncomfortable. I met the girls after dismissal, and we started home. “Why don’t we go to my house,” Kim suggested. It sounded like a good idea to me, and we headed there. “I better call my mom,” Kaitlyn said. I figured it was a good idea for me, too. I dialed my phone. “Mom, I’m going to be at Kim’s house a bit.” “Are you staying for dinner?” my mom asked. “Hadn’t gotten that far,” I said. “Can I speak to Kim’s mom?” “Sure,” I said and handed the phone over to Kim’s mom. They had a brief conversation. Our mothers were getting to be good friends as well. Kim’s mom, having the most experienced, had instructed Kaitlyn’s mother and mine on how to deal with the diapers. It made things a bit easier for my mom and me. Kim and her mother disappeared for a short time. I knew this was likely a diaper change. “How about you?” Kim’s mother addressed me. “I suspect you need one, too.” I blushed a bit, and she led me to Kim’s room and had me up on the changing table. I was getting used to having mom change me, but having someone else was still a bit embarrassing. I was changed and out and Kaitlyn took her turn. We were soon chattering about how our classes went and passed around our textbooks and talked about upcoming football games, pep rallies, and dances. I looked at the girls. Life was good, even if I did have to spend it in diapers. Chapter 2 I pulled into the parking lot. The girls hopped out of the car, and I followed. Darn, they were cute walking hand in hand with their cute little-diapered butts bouncing along. Diapered butts? Why weren’t they wearing anything over their diapers? A cool breeze blew through me. I looked down, and I was bare legged as well. I turned to run back to my car, but it was too late. A crowd had formed in the parking lot and was laughing and pointing. Beeeeeeeep. I opened my eyes. Another dream. These things were going to kill me. I was sweating like a pig. I got up and went downstairs and grabbed breakfast. I returned to my room and stripped off the diaper and got in the shower. I let the warm water wash over me for a good long time. I closed my eyes and imagined the girls there with me. Just us, no diapers. I toweled off and brushed my teeth and hair. Mom was waiting to put a diaper on me as usual. And as usual, she was chatting things up. “So what plans do you have today.” “Let’s see, Thursday. Math quiz tomorrow. Nothing much today. Oh,” I tried to add nonchalantly. “I was wondering if the Kaitlyn and Kim could come over tomorrow evening and stay the night. We’re working on our costumes for the Halloween dance.” I was hoping she wouldn’t take issue with this. Admittedly she did let me sleep over at Kim’s before. “That sounds nice. What are you going as?” “The Three Musketeers.” “Like the candy bar?” “No, Mom. Like Athos, Porthos, and Aramis,” I said with a little annoyance. “I’m just kidding,” she said. “I know what you meant. Sure you can have them over. I’ve been working on something with their mothers anyhow.” “OK,” I said. I got dressed and headed off to school. I met up with the girls at lunchtime. “Mom says you can sleep over tomorrow,” I said. “Yeah, my mom says it was OK,” said Kim “Mine, too,” added Kaitlyn. “There’s only one thing. My mom says she was working on something with your mothers.” “Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on, but my mom has been on the phone a lot with Kim’s,” said Kaitlyn. “And I think yours as well.” “This might not be good,” I thought aloud. Anyhow, Friday came. I picked up the girls on the way to school. “No luggage?” I asked. “Mom said she’d drop my stuff by your house,” Kim said. After school, we went home. My mother did the obligatory diaper changes when we first arrived, and we soon sat down to work. Kim showed us a pattern for a musketeer costume. “We only have to make the cape and tunic. We can buy the shirt. Shirts are harder to sew. Then you just need black pants and boots and a hat.” “OK,” Kaitlyn said. “I’ve got boots that will work. And I think I have a shirt. What’s Jason going to do for a shirt?” “The tux place will have ones that will match. I found hats on Amazon, too.” “Cool,” I said. We set about figuring out what we needed. Kim pulled out a tape measure and measured me and Kaitlyn and Kaitlyn measured her. She transcribed the measurements and made up a shopping list. “This is the fabric and stuff that we’ll need. We can go to the fabric store tomorrow.” We put our designs aside and had dinner and then settled down to watch a movie. Afterward, my mom came in and motioned to Kaitlyn. They disappeared, and she came back for Kim. Finally, it was my turn. She got me undressed and changed into my nighttime cloth diapers and plastic pants. Then she held out something for me to put my legs in. I slid my legs into the soft fabric, and my feet found my way into the ends of it. My mother helped me get my arms into it, and then I felt her zipping up my back. I looked in the mirror. It was like a little kid’s sleeper, feet, and everything. “Those nighties you wore last time are probably going to be a bit chilly for the current weather, and so is your current onesie.” I had to agree with that. Then it occurred to me. I reached back and tried to reach the zipper but couldn’t. “I’m not going to be able to get out of this thing.” “That’s the idea. When you need your diaper changed, let me know. Now go join your guests.” I headed down to the rec room and found Katelyn and Kim similarly attired. “Aren’t these neat?” Kim said kicking her feet up. Kaitlyn just rolled her eyes, “Yeah, if you’re three. Besides, I liked Jason better in the baby doll.” I had to admit this was probably better than that. We chatted a bit more and then got down to sleep. “I’ve got our sleeping bags set up,” said Kaitlyn. I looked down and noticed that there was one large one there. “I zipped two of them together. The third is underneath for padding.” I crawled into the center, and a girl joined me on each side. I could get used to this. I kissed one and then the other, and they snuggled in close. One, Kim, I think, put her hand on my crotch and I drifted off to sleep. I awoke slightly confused but quickly oriented myself. I was sandwiched between the two girls. Yes, this made wearing the diaper worth it. I had to pee but was unable to move. It didn’t much matter. I wouldn’t be able to unzip the sleeper by myself anyhow. I just relaxed and wet. I was getting better at being able to do this. Finally, Kim roused and turned and kissed me. “Awake?” she asked. I nodded, and we crawled to our feet. Kaitlyn moaned but started to get up as well. “Do you need a change?” Kim asked. “Yes, let’s go find my mom,” I said. We got down to the kitchen, and mom was cooking breakfast. We decided to eat first. “So what’s on your agenda for today,” my mom asked. “We’re going to the fabric store,” Kim said. “I’ve got the list of what I need for the costumes, and then we need to shop for hats and a shirt for Jason.” “Great,” mom said. As we finished breakfast, mom took the girls away for a change. Time passed, and they didn’t return. Then my mom appeared, “Your turn.” She took me back to my room and got me out of the sleeper and wet diaper. She then led me to the bathroom. The girls were already sitting in a tub full of bubbles splashing around. I was dumbfounded, and my penis was rapidly coming to attention, so I had no choice but to sit down in the tub as well. This was amazing. I had seen a bit of the girls’ bodies during class and diaper changes, but to be sitting with them completely naked. It brought me back to the fantasy of me showering with them. We played in the water and washed each other. Of course, my mom was watching the whole time and offering suggestions which was a bit strange. Eventually, mom produced towels, and we got out of the tub and dried off and wrapped the towels around us as mom led us back to my room to be diapered and dressed. We were about to leave when my mom, produced a small bag. “Look what I found when I was looking through the basement,” she said. It was a small light blue bag with teddy bears on it. “It’s was your diaper bag when you were a baby. I thought you might find it handy now.” She giggled, and so did the girls. “It’s so cute,” Kaitlyn said handling it. “Let’s go load it up. You can use it today.” I reddened a bit, but then I had to laugh too. We got into the car and headed off to the fabric store. Kim obviously knew her way around. She had explained that her mother sewed a lot and she had learned from her. She led us through rows and rows of fabrics, pulling out several bolts of cloth and some other things and made her way to a large table in the middle of the store. “Good morning, Kim,” the clerk said. “Hello, Mrs. Evans. How are you?” “Fine, how’s your mother,” she replied. “She’s good. “ “Tell her that we got some more diaper fabric in and the other things she ordered are here as well.” Diaper fabric? I guess those cloth diapers were homemade. I guess you can’t just go to the teenage cloth diaper store and buy them. “I’ll let her know,” Kim said. “I’m making our Halloween costumes. I need four yards of this,” she said sliding over the first bolt. The chit-chat continued as the clerk measured and cut the various fabrics. We then headed to the mall. We hit the formal wear store and found me a shirt with large sleeves. We found a costume shop had set up in one of the unused stores. We wandered through. “Look, they already have musketeer costumes,” I said. We looked at the bag, but Kim said hers would look much better. We wandered around the store and did find some hats that would work and some big feathers. Finally, we wandered over to the food court and got lunch. We got our food and sat down. “Have you given any thought about college?” Kim asked. “I’m thinking about Danielson,” Kaitlyn said. “Yeah, me too,” said Kim. “I visited there last year. It seemed like a very cool place.” I had heard about Danielson. An old-time, small liberal arts school. It was supposedly very good and very fun for the students. “It sounds interesting to me,” I said. “We should all apply then. Maybe we could be roomies.” Well maybe the girls could split a room, but what would I do. Would I continue to wear a diaper? Obviously, it wouldn’t be required, but it was only required now because I did it to keep on good terms with the girls. I’d need a single room if I did. I couldn’t see sharing a room with another boy wearing a diaper. We finished lunch. “I need a change,” Kaitlyn announced. We all did. We had left our diaper bags in the car. I went out and unlocked the car, and the girls got their bags. Kaitlyn handed me the little blue bag with the bears. “Carry your own,” she said. I was a little embarrassed as I slung the thing over my shoulder. Of course, someone would assume I had a baby brother around someplace, not that I was the one needing the diapers I hoped. We headed off to the family bathroom for a change. Chapter 3 Monday in homeroom I got another note from Mrs. Johnson, my guidance counselor to drop by when I got the chance. I swung in at lunchtime. “Hi, Jason,” she asked. “How are things going?” “Pretty good,” I stated. “How about the diapers? Any problems there?” “No, I’m kind of getting used to it.” “Good, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you this, but the school requires me to check up on these things. Can you drop your pants?” I stared at her a second and then slowly stood and slid my pants down exposing the diaper. It was one thing that my mom and the girls saw it, but this is the first time I had to show someone else since summer school. “OK, that’s fine. Sorry to have to do that. So have you figured out where you want to apply to college?” “Kim, Kaitlyn, and I were thinking about Danielson.” “Good, if you’re going to do an early decision, you need to apply by November 15. You can get the application forms from their website.” She flipped through a folder on her desk. “Your test scores are OK, and your grades aren’t too bad. You have a good selection of classes. Danielson wants well rounded rather than just high marks. You’ve got some student activities, good. You’ll need some letters of recommendation. I’ll write one. Find a favorite teacher and ask them for one. Now, one thing that they like to see is some community service.” I thought to myself how I could do that. November 15, that’s just over a month away. “You’re going to think this is weird, but I did have a community activity ask me for volunteers.” “What?” I asked. “The Metro Diaper Bank needs people to help with the collection. I guess you might be more qualified than most,” she said with a smile. I took the card. After school, Kim was busy sewing our costumes, so Kaitlyn and I headed over to the diaper bank. We met a college student named Kara. She explained what we needed. “We have a set of donation boxes at various places. Here’s the list. All you need to do is cruise by them from time to time and empty them out and bring them here. We’ll sort them and get them out to the people who need them.” This seemed simple enough. Kaitlyn and I hit the road. At the first store, I parked the car, and we went inside and got a few diaper packages out of the bin. "This is going to take too long,” Kaitlyn said. “Just pull up at the front of the next place, and I’ll run in and get them.” So we made our route. The backseat of my car was full of bags of diapers, and we headed back to the bank and unloaded. So far so good. “My diaper is soaked,” I told Kaitlyn. Let's find a place we can change. Your place isn’t too far. “No, let's go to yours,” she said quickly. “OK, suit yourself.” Thinking about it, I realized I’d never been inside Kaitlyn’s house. We’d been to Kim’s and mine a lot. “Is there some reason we never go to your house?” I asked. “Nah, just not that interesting of a place.” I let it go. Another week went by. Kim was just about finished with our costumes. It was time for Kaitlyn and I to do another round of the diaper donation boxes. I pulled up to the first drop off on our route and Kaitly ran inside. While I was waiting, I had to pee, so I wet my diaper. I realized that I’d been doing this a lot lately, partially because it was too much trouble to get to the bathroom and get the diapers down to go and partially because I was afraid that someone might catch me. Anyhow, the dampness reminded me that this was not the first time I had used the diaper today. I’d need a change soon. After the next stop, we had filled my car with diapers. “We better go drop these off before we go on,” I said. We got to the diaper bank and started unloading. I had to pee again, but the diaper I was wearing I knew was saturated. I’d need to change. They must have a bathroom here. I went to the trunk to grab my diaper bag. With dread, I looked in to see the only one I had was the one of my youth. I grabbed it and went inside. I found the bathroom and took the sodden diaper off and peed and then put a clean one on. There was a diaper genie in the bathroom, so I stuffed my wet one in it and washed up, and all I needed to do was get the bag back to my trunk. Kaitlyn and I headed out again and were able to finish the route. We came back in and unloaded, and we asked Kara if we could help her with the sort, and she showed us what to do. “So why did you guys volunteer?” Kara asked. I reddened a bit. “My guidance counselor says we needed it for our college applications,” I admitted. “She had your card on her desk.” “And she thought this would be a great fit for you?” she asked. I wasn’t quite sure why she was asking and then she turned to Kaitlyn. “Do you wear diapers, too?” Kaitlyn paused a second, and stammered a “Yes.” “Don’t worry. So do I,” Kara said. She tugged down the waist of her pants just enough to show a diaper. “That was a cute diaper bag you have there, Jason.” “Umm.,” I said. “I saw your used one in the diaper genie. Don’t worry. After you’ve worn as long as I have you spot these things.” “Oh, ok.” I thought it was OK. But this was the first time I’d ever been caught out. “Oh, and you’re not the first incontinent students that the school has sent me.” I was curious about why Kara was wearing diapers, but I avoided asking. I needed her letter of recommendation for my college application. We headed over to Kim’s house for a final fitting of our costumes. We put them on, and it looked like we were set. “I’ve got some plastic swords,” Kaitlyn said. “Cool,” said Kim. “That will round everything out.” I headed home then. I wanted to work on my application paperwork. I had already asked two of my teachers for recommendations. In a few days, I’d be ready to send it off. “Do you need a change?” my mother asked as soon as I walked in the door. I nodded, and she led me to my room and pulled down my pants. “How are things going. Are you having any problems with the diapers?” she asked while untaping the one I was wearing. “OK, “ I said. “I’m getting used to it.” It still seemed odd to be naked on the table taking with mom about all this. “I notice you’re wet a lot when you come home. Are you having problems there, now?” “No,” I confessed. “It’s hard getting the diaper off to use the bathroom, and I’m a little worried about being seen, so sometimes it’s just easier to wet them.” “Oh, OK,” mom said with a smile as she taped up my diaper. Chapter 4 I sat down at the kitchen table and laid out all my paperwork. I had filled out the application online and printed it and checked it over. I’ve written my essay. Got to get mom to proofread it for me. All, I need are my letters of recommendation, and I think I’m set. Oh, yeah, got to get mom to write me a check for the application fee. I call Kaitlyn; she says she’s in about the same shape I am in. She says Kim has already mailed hers off, not needing Kara’s letter as she had done volunteer work with her church. The Musketeers are ready to see what Danielson has to say! Friday came around, and Kaitlyn and I headed to Kim’s. We got into our costumes, and we looked good. Kim’s mom took pictures of the three of us, and we headed out to the dance. We got there, and as usual, they checked our student IDs at the door. They had problems previously with nonstudents sneaking in and causing trouble. They looked at our IDs and motioned us to the side. A woman told us to follow her, and we went into an office. “I need to check your diapers,” she said. “They’re dry,” Kaitlyn said. “I got changed right before I came here.” “No, I have to see that you’re wearing them,” she said. Not this again, I thought to myself. Reluctantly I pulled my pants down and so did the girls. “We’re the three diapered musketeers,” Kaitlyn announced. “Ok, Ok,” the woman announced. “Go enjoy your dance.” We pulled up our pants and headed out. We danced immediately and then went to get refreshments. Numerous people commented on our great costumes. We were having a blast. I almost forgot that I was indeed wearing a diaper notwithstanding our earlier diaper check. I eventually had to pee, but figured why not, and wet my diaper. The culmination of the night was the awards for best costumes. To our surprise, they announced the Three Musketeers as the best costume by a group. We gave Kim the honor of taking the plaque as she did most of the work. The girls each kissed me as we acknowledged the award. Yes, I was a lucky man. Kaitlyn and I were doing are usually weekly run of the diaper donation bins and returned to see Kara. I had grabbed my diaper bag to run to the bathroom to change. As I emerged, Kara handed us envelopes. “I’ve finished your letters of recommendation,” she announced. “Great,” I said. “We can mail our applications to Danielson now. I’m hoping this will help.” “Good,” Kara. “You’re good kids, and I’d like to see you get in.” I called Kim, and she said her application was ready to go. I swung by Kim and picked her up. I kissed her as she got into the car. Kaitlyn did, too. I always am struck by this when it happened, and I guess I was staring. Kaitlyn said, “Alright, you can have one, too,” and kissed me. We headed over to Kaitlyn’s house, and she ran in and got the rest of her application and came right back out. We drove over to my house. “Hi, mom,” I announced as we came through the door. “We’re finishing up our applications to Danielson and are going to mail them.” “Great,” my mom said. “Anybody need a change?” I told her I’d just changed at the diaper center, and Kim declined, but Kaitlyn sheepishly raised her hand. She admitted she had been wet but didn’t like changing in public bathrooms. My mom led her off. We laid out our application, our letters of recommendation, essays, and checks on the table. Kaitlyn returned, and we took turns checking over each other’s paperwork. It seemed like it was all good to go, so we started stuffing the envelope with everything. We addressed them, and I handed out stamps. We put two on each envelope just to make sure. “Let’s drive down to the post office and mail them,” I suggested. The girls and mom approved, so we headed out. We took a selfie of us dropping them into the box and then hugged and kissed for a good long time. “It’s out of our hands now.” “What are we going to do for spirit week,” Kaitlyn asked. “What’s there to do?” I replied. “Well, there’s dress up day, jersey day, school color day, and pajama day,” Kim counted off on her fingers. “And seventies day,” Kaitlyn added. “I guess I could wear a jacket and tie on dress up day,” I said. “I don’t have a tux.” “What about pajama day?” Kim asked. “Well, I’m not wearing that nightie, if that’s what you are getting at,” I said indignantly. “We could wear our long sleepers,” Kim suggested. “I’m not sure I want to do that,” I said. The next week came around. Monday was dress up day. I got my jacket and tie on. It took a few times with the tie to get it right. I headed over to get Kim. She came out in a really pretty dress. “That looks nice,” I said. “Yeah, and it’s long enough that my diaper’s not going to show. I have pantyhose on, too.” I reached up under the skirt and gave her silky thigh a squeeze. She mock swatted my hand away. We got to Kaitlyn’s, and she came out wearing a tux. Well sort of. It was too large for her, and the pants were cuffed way up, and so were the sleeves. “What’s that?” Kim asked. “My dad had this in his closet. It’s a little big.” “Looks cool,” I said. The next day I wore my black and gold number nine jersey of Drew Brees, my favorite quarterback. I picked up Kim, and she had an oversized Yankees shirt. “I took Kaitlyn’s idea and raided my dad’s closet.” We got to Kaitlyn’s, and she came out wearing a normal white t-shirt that had something printed on it. “What’s that?” I said pointing at the decal ironed on the front of it. “A map of New Jersey. Isn’t this Jersey day?” We all laughed. On seventies day I just wore an old polyester shirt taken from my dad’s closet. Thursday was pajama day. I hadn’t decided what I wanted to do. After I had got out of the shower, my mom was waiting to diaper me. I was surprised when she pulled a cloth diaper under me. “Shouldn’t I wear a disposable,” I asked. “Not today,” she said. She then held out my sleeper, and I got the idea. I was going to school like I slept every night: sleeper, cloth diaper, and plastic pants. As she zipped me in, I knew I was stuck using the diaper unless the girls could arrange to unzip me before and after. I picked up the girls, and sure enough, they were dressed in the same way. We got to school, and with great trepidation, I got out. However, walking down the halls, I didn’t feel too bad. There were lots of girls and even a few guys in one piece pajamas. Of course, most of them didn’t have feet on them that I could tell. At lunchtime, we sat together, and one of Kim’s friends came over. “Don’t you guys look like a set in your matching PJs,” she said. We all laughed. She looked at mine. “Don’t you have a hard time getting that zipper down?” she asked. “Yeah, I usually have help.” “Must make it hard getting to the bathroom…unless you’re wearing diapers underneath,” she said jokingly. She swatted my rear end as she said it. Then she reached out and felt my rear again. “Oh, my gosh, you are, aren’t you?” I turned red. I’d never been caught out at school before. Kim slid over and started whispering something into her friend's ear. Her mouth opened wide. Kim continued talking for a minute. She stood up, and her friend stared at her and timidly reached out and touched her and then jerked back. “Oh my gosh,” was all she could say and ran off. “What did you tell her?” Kaitlyn asked. “I explained that the school was making us because of accidents last year. Don’t worry. She won’t tell anybody else. I tried to feel more at ease. In science class, I had to pee, and I knew there was no practical way that I could use the toilet, so I wet myself. After school, I made my way through the building to my car. I saw Kim’s friend again. She was staring at me. More specifically, she was staring at my crotch. She came up to me and looked around to see if anybody else was looking and squeezed my crotch. “Is your diaper wet, baby boy?” she asked The redness of my face gave her the answer. “Well go get Kim to give you a nice change,” she said and patted my butt and then she was gone. Chapter 5 The weeks passed without much note. Even though we had our applications in, Kaitlyn and I continued to volunteer at the diaper bank. Kara hadn’t brought up the fact that we were all wearing diapers though I was intrigued by the fact that here she was, a young woman, also wearing diapers. I started to dream about Christmas coming up. I wasn’t sure I wanted anything, but I dropped some hints about a new computer. I could use a laptop at college, and the desktop I had been using was getting long in the tooth. Kaitlyn, Kim, and I continued to spend all the time we could together. Our parents didn’t seem to mind. More often than not we’d end up at Kim or my house in the afternoons. We’d talk or work on homework or just dream about college. If we could all just get in at the same place…. One day after school I was dropping off the girls at their homes, and we went to Kim’s first. “Hey,” I said. “That’s my mom’s car.” “And our car is over there,” Kaitlyn said. I knew our mothers were often in conversation with each other, but it felt odd that we would walk in on them all in a room at the same time. With trepidation, we got out and went inside. “Hi,” we all pretty much said in unison. “What’s up?” I asked. “You’ve all got letters in the mail today,” my mother answered. She held out an envelope. Kim and Kaitlyn’s mothers were doing similarly. I took the envelope. Danielson College read the return address. This was it. Were we in on early decision or not. “Well,” my mother pleaded. “Open them!” I opened mine. I read it. I blinked. I read it again. “I’m in!” I proclaimed. I looked at the girls. “Me too,” said Kim. We both looked at Kaitlyn who seemed stunned. “Well?” I asked. “Looks like the three musketeers are going to take on Danielson College. I’m in, too!” We kissed and hugged. This was fabulous news. After a minute our parents stepped in and hugged us as well. “I suspect you all need a change,” Kim’s mother said. The girls’ mothers dragged them off towards Kim’s room. My mother took me in another direction. She took me to a guest room and told me to get undressed. I slipped my pants down, and she pulled them the rest of the way off. “Shirt, too,” she said. Naked, except for the diaper, she proceeded to change me. With a clean diaper, she then held out a shirt for me to slip into. She helped me get it over my head. Standing up I saw in the mirror that I was wearing a Danielson College t-shirt. “There was no doubt in my mind that you’d get in,” she said. We returned to the family room, and the girls were similarly attired in Danielson shirts and their diapers. Mom took pictures of the three of us. “Kayla would love that shot,” she said. “Who?” I asked. “My friend Kayla,” she explained. “The one who thought you were cute on pajama day. She said she’d love to see your butt in a diaper. But don’t let it get to your head. She’s pretty disgusted with the idea that we use them.” “Why is it that every girl I meet just wants to see me in a diaper?” I asked. Kim and Kaitlyn broke into hysterical laughter. We settled down and reread our acceptance letters. It said we’d be receiving a packet of further information to complete our enrollment. Great, we were looking forward to the future! Christmas came and went. I did get my laptop, so I was happy. Right after the new year, I got a large package from Danielson. In it was a course catalog, information on housing, financial aid, my selection of a major, and how to sign up for first semester classes. There was a lot to take in. Kim, Kaitlyn, and I discussed housing. It sure would be nice if we could be together, though we didn’t know how to accomplish that. One item in the package was a form that had to be filled out by a doctor after a physical exam. I showed it to mom, and she said she would call for an appointment with our family doctor. A few days later she informed me it had been scheduled for Wednesday afternoon. Everything was moving along fine, and then it occurred to me. I’d have to take off my clothes at the doctor’s office. I went to my dresser and dug through the drawers. I could have sworn I had one last pair of underpants hidden there, but alas I couldn’t find it. My mother must have finally disposed of even that last set. I’d have to go wearing a diaper. My mother drove me to the office, and after a brief wait, I was shuffled into the examining room. My mom stayed behind in the waiting room. The nurse told me to get undressed down to my underpants and then left the room. “Well here goes,” I thought. I kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt. I unfastened my pants and dropped them to the floor. I piled everything up on the chair and sat down on the examining table in just my diaper. It felt very embarrassing to be sitting like this. A quick knock and the nurse returned to the room. She had me stand on the scale and computed my weight. She moved the bar to the top of my head and noted my height. She directed me back to the table and took my blood pressure and pulse. She scrawled all these down on a form and finally dropped it on the table and said the doctor would be in shortly. I was dumbfounded. She didn’t mention the diaper or even bat an eye. Did kids come in wearing diapers all the time that it wasn’t a big thing? A few minutes later the doctor knocked and entered. I’d been going to Dr. North for as long as I could remember. “Hello, Jason,” she said. “Hi, Dr. North,” I tried to say casually even though I was sitting there in a diaper. She started her exam. She looked into my ears and mouth. She listened to my back and chest. She had me lay back, and she pressed on my chest and abdomen. Was she going to ignore the diaper, too? I got my answer. “Could you explain this?” she said pointing to the diaper. I swallowed and told her about having the accident in school last year and that after taking the class in summer school, I was required by the school to wear a diaper and that my parents decided that if I had to wear them to school, I might as well wear them all the time. “I see. So, you’ve continued to have accidents?” she asked. “No, just the one,” I replied. “And the school makes you wear a diaper for one accident?” she said confused. “That just got me into the remedial toilet training class. The fact that I failed the continency test at the end was what sealed my fate.” “Then you did have another accident,” she said. “Well,…” I started. I swallowed hard. I couldn’t come up with a good lie. I’d just have to tell the truth and see where it got me. “I failed it on purpose.” “Why?” “There were two girls in the class. We became friends. They were going to have to keep wearing diapers, so they wanted me to do so, too.” “They must be some girls,” the doctor said with some amount of astonishment. She asked me more questions about my use of the diapers and my use of them. She asked if I could remove the diaper and I did, and she prodded and examined me down there. “Finally, she said I could get dressed.” I taped the diaper back in place and got my clothes on. The nurse came back and handed me my completed medical form to send to Danielson. She said I could go out front and wait. My mother was talking to the doctor. Was the doctor going to tell Mom what I told her? Mom came out, and we headed home. She made no indication that anything had changed. I guess the doctor maintained my confidentiality. Had I dodged a bullet? Chapter 6 Kaitlyn and I did our usual diaper bank run, and I dropped her home. As I was about to get out of my car I realized that Kaitlyn’s purse was still in my car. I said a quick hi to my mom and told her I would be right back. I drove back to Kaitlyn’s house and went up to the door. Kaitlyn’s mom answered. “Hello, Kaitlyn left her bag in my car. I figured she’d want it sooner than later,” I explained. Her mother just clucked, “Typical. Well go on downstairs, I’m sure she’ll be glad you have it.” I started down the basement stairs. I’d only been inside Kaitlyn’s house, and that was way back in the summer. I’d not been downstairs. A rec room, probably? I got down to the bottom, and my jaw dropped open. Sitting in the middle of the room, in a large pen, Kaitlyn was wearing a short dress that didn’t cover her plastic pants. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of me. I looked around. The room was one large nursery. A changing table like mine was on one side, but so was a large crib. An oversized rocking horse, a high chair, and other larger but toddler inspired furniture were the rest of the furnishings. Lots of toys, dolls, and teddy bears decorated the room. “You, um, left your purse in the car,” I stammered out She paused for a second and then swept around with her arms. “Welcome to my nursery.” I continued to stare. “My dad made most of this stuff. He’s quite a good woodworker.” “Why?” was all I could say. “Mom found out I wet myself on purpose and that I intentionally flunked summer school. She says if I want to play baby, I should play baby. This pretty much is my life outside of school and volunteering.” “Wow,” was all I could get out. It made sense. This is why Kaitlyn never wanted to have Kim or me over to her house lately. “How long has this been going on?” “Since right after pajama day at school.” “Does Kim know?” Kaitlyn looked at her feet, obviously embarrassed. “Yeah, I had to talk to someone about it. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to think I didn’t trust you.” “I understand,” I said, hoping I did. “Wow, does it bother you a lot?” I asked. “Well, I was already wearing diapers most of the time anyhow. This makes it official. I don’t mind sleeping in the crib and playing here. But it does make visitors hard. The baby food is often pretty disgusting.” “Baby food?” She walked over to the high chair and placed her and on it. “This is where I eat. Baby food and milk or juice in a bottle, or if I’m lucky a sippy cup.” My head started to swim. “Ok, I told my mom I would be right back,” I explained. “I was just going to drop off your bag. See you tomorrow?” Kaitlyn ran forward and gave me a big hug and a prolonged kiss. “Thanks, see you tomorrow,” she said. Kaitlyn, Kim, and I were eating lunch at school one day. “We’ve got a pair of teacher workdays coming up at the end of the Month,” Kim said. “Yeah, what are we going to do?” I asked “Dunno,” Kaitlyn said. “We should go down to Danielson for a couple of days,” Kim suggested. “They have a deal where you can stay in a spare dorm room if you want to visit.” “That’s neat,” I said. So we worked out the plans and got approval from our parents. We’d leave Wednesday after school, and since we had Thursday and Friday off, we’d have a long weekend to spend at the College. Kim called up the admissions office to make the arrangements. The morning of the last day I packed a bag. A pair of nice pants and some nice shirts and some jeans and more casual stuff went in. I wished I had some underpants to wear. Maybe I could pick some up on the way. Mom came in with another bag. “I packed you enough diapers here to get you through the weekend,” she said. “Thanks,” I said, hoping I could ditch out of them once we were on the road. I wanted to do college right. I picked up the girls, and they each had two bags as well. The day dragged on, but finally, at dismissal time, we hit the road. I broached the subject with the girls. “Do you mind if we stop at a WalMart or something?” I asked. “No, what for?” Kaitlyn asked “I want to pick up some underwear,” I admitted. “Oh, no,” Kaitlyn said. “I’m not letting you loose on Danielson with all those pretty coeds without having you wrapped up.” Kim made confirming noises, so I knew that option was not going to be permitted. We grabbed some drive-thru food for dinner and finally hit Danielson around 8 PM. I pulled up to a security guard at the campus entrance, and he directed me to park. We went inside, and he had envelopes for us. “Here’s a campus map for you,” he said showing me the contents of my envelope. “And a parking pass. I recommend you just park near the apartments. We’re primarily a pedestrian campus. Here’s the key to the apartment. It’s got two rooms with two beds each. You all can figure out how you want to divide that up,” he said with a smile. “Here’s an ID card that will also get you into any of our dining facilities. You eat dinner, yet?” I told him we did. “OK, well then you have an appointment at the admissions office at 9 AM tomorrow morning. They’ll take it from there.” We gathered up all the stuff we had been given and made our way to student apartments that he had marked on the map. The girls decided they would share one of the bedrooms and I took the other. We all set about changing diapers. I’d just finished when I heard a knock on the door. I answered it, and a guy was there. “I’m Jim,” he announced. “I just wanted to check to make sure you have everything you need.” “Jason,” I said holding out my hand. Just then the girls came out of their room. “This is Kim, and this is Kate,” I introduced. “Great. Have you eaten?” “Yes, we have.” “OK, if you want I can show you over to the student union. Let’s see; it’s Wednesday. That’s folk night at the Rat if you’re into that kind of thing.” “The Rat?” I asked. “Short for Rathskellar. Sort of a campus club. Music there many nights. Dancing sometimes. Pizza and stuff.” “Sounds like fun,” Kim said. We all headed over there. We listened to a few groups play, and then they had an open mike, and we stayed through some of that. We got back late and went to bed. We helped each other into our sleepers. “Do you think you’ll wear diapers next year?” Kim asked me. “I don’t know. I thought that I might want to make a fresh start,” I admitted. Kaitlyn started. “I’m not sure either, but I think I’ll continue wearing them. I’m still not overly fond of public bathrooms.” “Well, I’m still going to need them. Now you wouldn’t want to break up the three musketeers, would you?” Kim stated. “You have a point there,” I said. And with that, we headed off to bed. We got up and changed and showered. Jim told us we should get breakfast in the Commons, a dining hall right next to the apartments. We did and were at the admissions office promptly at 9 AM. They split us up between admissions officer. “Well, how do you like Danielson, so far?” my officer asked. “Yes, it’s quite nice,” I said. He started leafing through my file. “It looks like you’ve completed all the paperwork you need. That’s good. This morning we’re going to send you on a campus tour. Then after lunch, you’ll meet with an advisor from the computer science department. Don’t get wrapped up about the major. Many students change at least once. Then you have a meeting with financial aid, and then the disability counselor.” “Disability Counselor?” I asked The officer dug through my paperwork some more. “Hmm… yes, here it says that you are incontinent and the counselor will tell you how to handle that. We’re very proactive in making things as accessible as possible for our disabled students.” I took it in stride. I had never thought of having to wear diapers as a disability. The tour was nice, and we went to the student union and had a nice lunch. I met with an advisor, and we talked about what courses I took in high school, and he suggested what I should sign up for my first semester. He also indicated where and when some freshmen classes were meeting tomorrow so I could sit in if I wanted. We got back to the administration building and were routed to financial aid. He checked my FAFSA and suggested there were several things I should do to try to get some assistance. The three of us were then seated with the disability counselor. “I hope you don’t mind all meeting together,” she asked. “If you’re uncomfortable discussing this, I can do this with each of you privately.” “No we don’t mind,” Kim said. “We’re kind of all kindred spirits in this, and that’s why we’re together.” “I figured as much since you all showed up with the same disability. Well, you’re in pretty good shape.” She handed us each a disability handbook. We endeavor to make things as accessible as possible. This book tells you all the facilities on the campus. Most of our buildings have special bathrooms to accommodate disabled students changing diapers and the like. I assume you can handle your own changes.” We all answered in the affirmative. “That’s good. The housing may be interesting. There’s three of you and our units usually come in multiples of two, but I’ll see what we can work out there. Ideally, we’d like to find a compatible roommate to fill out the room.” We thanked her and left the office. “I guess we are officially going to be diapered students,” I said. “The Three Diapered Musketeers will take Danielson by storm!” Kim proclaimed. Chapter 7 We went back to the Rat. Thursday night just had a DJ, and we danced, and the girls were asked by some of the boys to dance. Everybody had a good time. We spent the next few days hanging out on campus getting a feel for what college life would be like. “I could enjoy this,” I said. “Yeah, well it’s probably a bit rougher if you have classwork to do. Besides, we still have four months of high school left.” “Yeah, but It’s good to look forward to,” I said. Finally, on Sunday afternoon we signed out of Danielson and headed home. I dropped the girls off and headed home myself. I pulled into the driveway and lugged my bags inside. Walking into the house, I immediately became aware that something had changed. I scanned the room. Square in the middle of the family room sat a playpen. Over in our breakfast nook sat a high chair. The scale looked odd. Then a sinking feeling hit me. I had seen similar sized items at Katelyn’s. These were sized for me. “Come, let’s get you changed before dinner,” my mother said taking me by the hand. Still, in a state of shock, I went with her to my room. This had been completely made over. The changing table was still there, but it was augmented by a large crib. Mom guided me up on the table and started to remove my clothes. My diaper was wet, so I did indeed need a change. She hummed along cleaning me up and fitting me with a cloth diaper. She pulled on the plastic pants, and I sat up. I looked around more; the walls were baby blue now. There was a mobile hanging over the crib. My desk was gone, replaced with some table with a hole in it that set low. “Arms up!” mom commanded. I raised my arms, and she slid something over my head. She gently pushed me back down and snapped the onesie in place between my legs. “OK, let's go into the kitchen and get dinner.” I was going to protest being dressed in just the onesie, but I decided that it wasn’t the time. I followed her into the kitchen, and she removed the tray from the high chair, and I sat in it, and she replaced it in front of me. She busied herself for a bit, and I just sat there wondering what was going on. Soon she returned with a bowl and set it down in front of me. She reached over and placed something around my neck. A bib! She sat down next to my chair and dipped a spoon into the bowl and propelled the contents towards my mouth. “Open wide!” she said in a teasing voice. I took the first spoonful. I couldn’t place it. Creamy, but it tasted like turkey. “What is this?” I asked. “Turkey and rice,” mom replied. It then occurred to me. It was baby food. Mom stuffed the second spoonful into my mouth. I swallowed and asked, “What is all this?” “Well, I discussed it with your father as well as Kim and Katelyn’s families,” she began. Since you all have decided to wear diapers for fun, we figured we’d take you the rest of the way. Mom knew. Somehow she figured out that we had intentionally flunked the test. I remembered my confession to the doctor. “Did Doctor North tell you?” “Oh, no. In fact, I was the one who told Dr. North before your physical, we suspected you faked needing diapers. She just confirmed it later.” Now I realized why it didn’t seem so surprising to them that I had a diaper on. “Now what?” I asked with some fear. “Simple, you want to play baby, you play baby. You can still wear big boy clothes to school, of course with your diapers underneath, but at home, you’ll play the part corresponding to your level of maturity,” she said with a smirk. She continued to stuff the pureed dinner into my mouth. She then wiped my mouth and led me to the playpen. She dropped the side, and I stepped in. She handed me a bottle full of milk. “Here’s your baba. You can watch TV for a while now,” she said turning on the TV. What could I do? I plopped down on my padded rear and started to suck. Tears began to well in me, but I finally tried to put it aside and watch the show. A couple of shows later mom came and released me from the playpen and led me to my room. She unsnapped the onesie and then reached a hand into my diaper. “Dry?” I nodded. “Let’s get your jammies on.” She helped me into the sleeper and then undid the side of the crib and let me crawl inside. “Good nite, Baby,” she said as she kissed me on the forehead. She shut off the light and closed the door. I laid there looking up at the mobile and pondered my fate. Was I going to be a baby for the next six months? I drifted off to sleep. I woke the next morning and had to pee badly, so I wet my diaper. Mom entered and took me back to the high chair. Some sort of porridge was stuffed into me, and then I was given a bottle. “Time to get baby dressed for school,” mom announced and led me back to my room. She pulled the sleeper off of me and put me on the changing table. To my surprise, she put another cloth diaper on me. I was about to comment when she said, “I told the school I’m switching you to cloth to be environmentally friendly.” Great, I thought to myself. These cloth diapers were a lot thicker than the disposables I had been wearing. Mom put a polo shirt on me and held out a pair of corduroys to step into. Upon pulling them up, I realized they weren’t normal. They had elastic for the waist instead of belt loops. Also, they had no fly. I pulled my polo shirt down over them and hoped they wouldn’t be noticeable. She handed me my diaper bag, the one I used normally, and told me she had put spare cloth diapers and plastic pants in them, and a bag to hold the wet ones. I got in the car and drove over to Katelyn’s. She was wearing a dress which was kind of unusual for her. I was about to comment, but she said: “Don’t start.” We drove in silence to Kim’s, and she had a matching dress. “Well I guess I’m fortunate I don’t have a matching dress,” I said. The tension was finally released, and we all laughed. “I take it we’re all babies at home now.” “Uh huh,” said Kim. “Even me, for my inability to stop wetting and my complicity In getting you guys in diapers.” I tried to nonchalantly look at my reflection in one of the office windows. Hopefully, this diaper didn’t call too much attention, nor the rather toddlers pants. About the only thing that could be worse if they had snaps on the inseam. Did I think about that a second, she wouldn’t have? I reached down and felt the gap and slid down and found a snap. She did. I got to homeroom without attracting notice. I plopped down on what normally would be a hard seat and felt the cushioning of my diaper. At least there were some advantages. By second period I had to pee. I came t the realization that unlike my slipping out of the disposable for a second to pee, I’d not get the plastic pants down, the diaper unpinned, do my business, and get everything done back up without attracting attention. I was going to resign myself to being dependent on the diaper. Everything seemed to work fine, but lugging the sagging wet cloth got to me, and I went to the changing room and changed. I dumped the sodden diaper in a plastic bag and put it in my bag. I’d have to remember to retrieve it before I went home or the thing would get ripe. I caught up with the girls at lunch. “Hows it is going?” I asked. “Not too bad. At least we didn’t have any of the same classes this morning, so it’s not like we were going around like the Bobsy twins all morning,” Kaitlyn responded. “I’m going to have to change more,”I said. “Aren’t your diapers absorbent,” Kim asked. “Yeah, but I used to cheat and use the toilet from time to time, and I don’t like sitting in the soaked ones,” I confessed. “Welcome to my world,” Kim said. The rest of the day fared pretty well. I dropped the girls off and headed home. Mom welcomed me home. “Need a change?” I had wet again, and I nodded. She led me into the bedroom and removed my pants all the way. I guess she wasn’t going to allow herself the use of the snaps. She changed the diaper and the plastic pants with fresh ones. She then proceeded to remove my shirt. “Let’s get you into some play clothes,” she said. She went to the closet and came back with a one-piece outfit. I stepped into it and pulled it up. It was some kind of romper with short pants and sleeves. But the design was definitely toddlerish. A cartoon dinosaur adorned the front. “Do you have homework?” She asked. Again I nodded. “She led me to the table thing and set me inside. My legs went through the holes, and a strap between them restrained me from sliding forward on the seat. She placed the knapsack with my school books on my table and announced she’d make me a snack. A few minutes later she showed up with a small bowl and a bottle. She put a bib on me and proceeded to feed me the stuff from the bowl. When finished she wiped my face and removed the bib. This was getting a bit silly. “How long is this going to go on for?” I asked. She looked at me with a smile. “For as long as you lived here. You wanted to play diapers with your girlfriends, here is your chance.” I worked until dinner and dinner were more of the same only in the high chair. After being changed into my sleeper and put in the crib, I reflected on this. I was hoping that I’d be wearing underwear again once I graduated. I guess that was not going to be the case. At least I don’t have to bring that subject up with the girls. The girls. I smiled and drifted off to sleep. The next morning after being fed, got me dressed. Again, I had a pair of pants with snaps in the crotch and no fly. Another polo shirt went on. Looking in the mirror, I detected a slight change. Rather than the usual alligator on the breast of the shirt, there was a small teddy bear. I hoped nobody noticed. In English, our teacher reminded us our papers were due the next day. I had started on mine, but it was kind of rough. I mentioned this to the girls at lunch. Kim offered to help me with it if I came over that night. We asked Kaitlyn, but she begged off saying she had stuff of her own to do. I opened my insulated lunch bag. Previously, I’d been buying lunch in the school cafeteria, but mom packed me a lunch this morning. I pulled out a sandwich and some cookies. I caught a glimpse of what was inside and shut the bag quickly. Kaitlyn gave me a strange look. I pushed the bag over to her, and she peeked inside and then shut it. “Your mom’s going to expect you to have drunk that,” she said. “Yeah, but I’ll do it later, in private.” I got up to throw my trash away when Kayla came up and patted my rear end. “Nice butt,” she said in passing. Great. It had not escaped her notice. After school, we got in the car. As I headed down the road, I reached into the lunch bag and pulled out the unconsumed item. It was apple juice in a baby bottle. Kaitlyn removed the top for me, and I chugged it down. “Thanks,” I said to her as I let her out at her house. She gave me a quick peck and told us she’d see us tomorrow. We pulled up at Kim’s and went inside. “Mom, I brought Jason home, we’re going to work on his English paper.” Kim’s mom came out and nodded approval. “Let’s get you changed,” she said leading Kim off. A few minutes later Kim returned. She was wearing a very short romper with short poofy sleeves. I thought she looked cute. “You’re next,” Kim’s mother said leading me into the bedroom. She took my pants off and removed my diaper and plastic pants. She put a new diaper on me and then rummaged in a drawer a bit and returned. “I’m sure your mother wants you out of your school clothes,” she said taking my polo shirt. She gave me a pink T-shirt. “This should fit, it’s big on Kim.” I put it on. “And you’ll need clean plastic pants. The ones you had on were a bit smelly.” She pulled a pair of white plastic pants over my diaper. I got up and looked in the mirror and then reached back and felt my butt. These had a ruffle sewn on the rear. I went out to the dining room where Kim was reading my paper at the table. She looked up. “Real cute,” she said. I turned to let her see. “Yours is cute, too,” I said. I sat down and felt the ruffle brush the chair as I did. We got to work. Kim’s mom brought us each a bottle was we worked, and we sucked and discussed the paper. Soon we had revised it sufficiently, and I bade them a goodbye. Kim’s mother handed me a paper bag. “Your school clothes and the dirty diaper are inside. You can bring back the stuff you’re wearing some other time.” I stood there dumbfounded for a second. She expected me to wear this getup home? Surely she had also talked to my mother so she would be waiting on the other end. What could I do? Kim sensed my predicament and came up and kissed me. “It will be OK,” she whispered in my ear. Then she gave me a longer kiss. I thanked her and headed out the door. I took a quick look around and started to my car. I breathed a little easier when I was inside, and the door closed. Still, I was sitting there in a T-shirt and diaper, a pink shirt and frilly diaper at that. I’d need to be careful driving home. I could imagine getting stopped like this. I got home without further incident. I looked around and carefully got out of the car and went inside. “Well, don’t you look, cute,” my mother said. “That seems to be the consensus,” I said. Mom told me dinner was ready and led me to the highchair and put the bib on me. I endured another feeding of mush and then allowed my mom to wipe my face. She gave me the bottle, and I sucked on it and thought about that long kiss from Kim. The good with the bad, I thought. The good with the bad. Chapter 8 Time passed, and I guess I got used to the being dependent on the diapers. No longer did I have a choice at home and even at school, it was just not practical to do otherwise. I’d wet and usually just stay in the wet diaper until I got home. Then one Wednesday, it hit me. A little rumble in my gut around second period and I knew I wasn’t going to make it through the day. My next class was way across the building, and I was figuring I could get in and get seated and try to stave it off for another period when just before the door a cramp hit followed my release into the diaper. The bell rang, and the teacher was motioning me inside as he was closing the door. I had little choice. Not only did I have a diaper full of poop, but I was going to have to sit in it for forty-five minutes. I got to my chair and gingerly sat down feeling the feces squish all over me. Here I am sitting in a pile of my own crap for no good reason I thought. Class droned on. As it did, I got the sinking feeling that I could smell that poop emanating below. When the bell rang, I raced from the room and headed for the changing room. I grabbed my bag and started cleaning myself up. Yuch. A dozen wipes later, and I was clean and in a new diaper. I stuffed the soiled diaper in a bag my mother had packed to contain the dirties and sealed it up. It still stank. I’d have to do something with this. I dressed and carried the bag into the hall. I could run out and throw it in the trunk of my car. I made for the door. About ten feet towards the parking lot, one of the assistant principals stopped me. “Aren’t you supposed to be inside?” I stammered but finally got out that I was putting the soiled diaper in my car. I held up the bag near his face, and he made a disgusting face. “Go, and be quick about it,” he said. Later, I related the situation to the girls. They cooed with sympathy. “By the way, I’m spending the night at your house, Friday,” Kim said. “You are?” I said. “Mom’s going to visit her sister, and I’m staying with you,” she said. “Kaitlyn, you should ask your mother if you can sleep over, too.” “OK,” she said. When I got home that day, I asked my mother about Kaitlyn. “Oh, yes. I was just about to tell you about Kim. If Kaitlyn’s mom is OK with it, she can stay, too.” The next day I confirmed with Kaitlyn that we were on. The Three Musketeers were going to have a sleepover. Friday came, and the girls and I were keyed up. We hadn't had a sleepover since last summer when we had fun at Kim’s. Now we were going to be at my house. We got in the car and headed directly to my house. Mom was ready for us, and she led the girls off for changes first. After a few minutes, Kim returned wearing a short dress with frilly plastic pants peeking out the bottom. Kaitlyn emerged soon after with a shirt with a kitten on it and a cloth diaper cover. I went back. Mom got me out of my school clothes and changed my diaper. She then put me into a onesie, and I joined the girls. Mom had set out some coloring books for us to play with and said she’d get us a snack. Not having anything better to do the girls and I sat down on the floor and started to color. Soon my mother showed up with bottles of juice and cookies, and we partook of those. We chatted and colored until I heard the doorbell ring. My mom went to answer it, and soon I heard her say “Could you put that right here on the counter.” I looked up and saw a pizza delivery person. He looked familiar and then I realized it was Mike who went to school with us. He looked down at the three of us coloring and did a double take. I’m not sure he fully comprehended what he saw. My mother tipped him, and he made a quick exit. “At least our diapers were covered up,” Kaitlyn said. “We might be kinda dressed funny, but hopefully he won’t put two and two together.” “What about the bottles?” Kim said. “I hope he didn’t realize what these are.” “Well, I don’t have high chairs for all of you,” my mom said. “So I guess we can eat at the big table. I figured the pizza would be a treat for you.” We moved to the table, and my mom did put bib’s on us all and give us bottles of milk. I was happy. This was the first adult food I’d had for dinner in weeks. After dinner, mom wiped our faces and put our the bibs away. We watched TV for a bit until mom announced it was time for bed. I didn’t know what was going to happen because there was no way the three of us would fit in my crib. Mom led us off and checked our diapers and put us all in matching satin rompers. It felt interesting around the exposed parts of my skin. After all of us were changed, mom led us down to the rec room in the basement. A mattress had been placed on the floor and lots of pillows and blankets placed on top. “I couldn’t put you in the crib, but I was afraid you’d fall off the guest bed so you can sleep on the floor.” We all got on the mattresses and pulled the covers up, and mom said her goodnights and turned the lights down. Kaitlyn moved over next to Kim and started a long embrace and kiss. I watched in fascination as their mouths opened. Kaitlyn was giving Kim tongue. “Hey what about me?” I asked. They continued for a second and then Kim broke off and started to kiss me. I opened my mouth, and Kim’s tongue entered mine. I felt a hand on my crotch. Kaitlyn was gently massaging it. I ran one hand over the satin fabric of Kim’s romper and another over Kaitlyn’s. We continued to take turns making out and finally took a break. “Have you given any thought about the prom?” Kim said. “Do you want to go?” I asked. “It’s my senior year,” she said. “Of course, I want to go. Just have to figure out with whom.” I pouted. Kaitlyn piped up, “If someone would just ask me.” I got the hint. “Kim, Kaitlyn, would you like to go to the prom with me?” “We thought you’d never ask,” Kaitlyn said. “Well, not really. We’ve got appointments to go pick out dresses next week,” Kim confided. “I wasn’t going to tell him that,” Kaitlyn said. We all snuggled together and drifted off to sleep. The next morning we were sitting at the table again, shoveling spoons of some porridge into our mouths. Kaitlyn reached over with her spoon towards my mouth but missed and deposited much of it on my face. I took a spoonful and shoved it into her mouth making sure to deposit some on her cheek. Then Kaitlyn and I looked at each other and giggled and took spoonfuls to Kim. We played like this for a bit until my mother came in. “It looks like you are done eating. Look at this mess,” she said. She wiped our faces and took our bibs off. Kim said, “Don’t forget you’ve got to order a tux.” “Tux?” my mother asked. “Jason said he’d take us to the prom. We’re going dress shopping Wednesday.” “That’s a wonderful idea,” my mom said. “We’ll take Jason to the formalwear store today.” It looks like I was going. My mom told packed up the girl’s bags and told me to take them home. We were still wearing our satin rompers, and I looked at mine. “Like this?” My mom just nodded. What could I do? I looked out the front door and bolted to the car, and the girl’s followed. I drove to Kim’s house hoping that nobody noticed the poofy satin sleeves that showed in the window. I then dropped Kaitlyn off and returned. Mom led me to my room and got me dressed for the day. She put me into a pair of short overalls and a baby blue shirt. After an hour my mom told me to get into the car, and we drove to the mall. I got out a little self-conscious about what I was wearing, but it wasn’t too babyish. We found the formalwear store, and I started looking through a catalog. I found a very elegant looking dark blue tuxedo that I liked. The clerk took out a tape and started taking measurements. She measured my shoulders and sleeves and around my chest. She then went around my waist and then my inseam. She paused for a minute and then padded my diaper. “That’s a lot of padding you have in there,” she commented. “Are you going to wear that under the tux?” “Yes, he has to wear his diaper all the time,” my mother volunteered. The clerk said that it would be no problem. After we were done, my mother announced that we’d go for lunch. We headed over to a McDonalds, and she left me sitting at a table while she got food. She returned carrying a tray with a box on it. “Great,” I thought. A happy meal. But food is food. I took the cheeseburger and fries out of the box (I had no interest in the toy). I started to eat when I noticed my mom had pulled a baby bottle out of my diaper bag. She proceeded to pour milk from a carton on the tray. She can’t be serious, I thought. But I knew she was. After finishing my food, I put the bottle to my lips and started to suck. I heard giggling and turned to see two small girls leaning over the back of a nearby booth laughing at the sight of a teenager drinking from a bottle. To make matters worse, I had to pee and given so much time in diapers I had gotten used to not waiting. Now here I was sucking a bottle nipple and wetting myself at the same time. I drained the bottle and mom put it back in the bag, and we headed out Further down the mall my mother asked if I needed a change. I told her I was wet, but it could wait. “Nonsense, we don’t want you are getting a rash,” she said. She led me to the restrooms, and there was a family bathroom. We went inside. This was larger than the one the girls and I had used before. There were two large stalls with doors and a large counter on one side and sinks on the other. My mother started spreading out a pad on the counter. “Hop up,” she commanded. I froze. In the one, the girls and I used, we used the changing table, but the room was smaller, and we could lock the door to the outside. I’d be doing this out in the open. “Come on,” mom said. With trepidation, I got up on the table. One at a time, my mother started unsnapping the fasteners in my crotch. I was hoping she’d get this done quickly. Suddenly the door opened. A mother and two children pushed in and went directly to one of the stalls and went inside. They didn’t seem to have noticed me. I prayed that mom would hurry up before they were done. She slid my plastic pants down and off and then unpinned the diaper. I sat there exposed while she carefully put these into the plastic bag in the diaper bag. She then commenced to wiping me down. Finally, she got a clean diaper and slid it beneath me. As this was happening, the children and woman emerged from the stall and went to the sink to wash up. The smaller of the two, maybe eight years old, saw me and she stared widely. Her mother turned and pulled her to the sink. “Mommy, why is that big boy getting his diaper changed?” she asked. “Because it was probably wet,” her mother said. “Why is he wearing a diaper,” she asked. “I don’t know,” said the mother. “But if you don’t stop wetting the bed yourself, you may end up wearing diapers all the time like that boy.” I felt for the girl. My mother spoke up, “Yes, he was having accidents at school, and we felt this was the best solution.” “Really,” the amazed mother said. “Isn’t that a lot of work?” “Well, the school pretty much insisted. It’s not that bad once you get used to it.” “See,” the other mother said to her daughter. “I should make you wear diapers to school just like that boy.” The girl looked towards me again and started to cry. “Especially, if you’re going to cry like a baby.” I felt for the girl. My mom had finished snapping my crotch up, and she moved over to wash her hands. The girl just continued to stare at me like I was the embodiment of her worst nightmare. And perhaps I was. I sulked the rest of the way back to the car. Chapter 9 Wednesday came, and I knew the girls were going shopping for their gowns after school. I thought it might be fun to come along, but Kim said, “No, we want you to be surprised.” I dropped them off and went home. My mom was waiting at the door. I thought she was going to lead me to my usual diaper and clothing change, but she just continued to look out the door. “Waiting for something?” I asked. “Yes, I am. I’m going with Kaitlyn and Kim and their moms to help them find prom dresses.” This was fine by me. I didn’t mind being alone. “OK, I’ll be fine by myself. I’ve got homework to do.” “Good,” mom said. “But you won’t be by yourself. I’ve got you a babysitter.” A babysitter? She couldn’t be serious. “Here she is now.” I looked towards the door. My sitter was here. It was Kayla. I was about to protest that I didn’t need a babysitter and certainly not Kayla when mom pushed her list of instructions to Kayla and headed out the door. She was gone before I could get a word out. I just stood there dumbfounded glaring at Kayla, and she stared back at me. Finally, she looked down at the paper and read. She dropped it on the counter and came forward and grabbed my hand and started for my bedroom. I didn’t move. She pulled. “Come on baby. Mom says I need to get you out of your school clothes and change your dipee.” I remained rigid. It was one thing that Kayla was here to babysit, but to change me? “You don’t want me to tell your Mommy that you were a bad baby while she was gone,” she threatened. I was defeated. I let her lead me to my room. I started to remove my shirt, and she swatted at my hands. “No, no, let Auntie Kayla do that.” Auntie Kayla? I let her unbutton my shirt and then take off my pants. She was smiling as she exposed my plastic pants. She patted the changing table, and I hopped up. She slid off the plastic pants and then looked at my diaper. “Wow, you’re really soaked,” she said, unpinning the diaper. She got it off and dumped it in the diaper pail. I was lying there naked in front of her and extremely embarrassed. Kayla pulled some wipes from the box and started wiping me down. I rapidly became erect. “So, I see baby like’s having his dipee changed,” she said starting to wipe my penis down with great vigor. I didn’t think I was going to stand it anymore when she stopped and got a fresh diaper. “I bet you love doing this with Kim and Kaitlyn,” she smiled. I did. We hadn’t done it much. Only when we were out shopping by ourselves. At school, we tended to ourselves and most of the other times our mothers changed us. Kayla pulled a fresh pair of plastic pants over my diaper. I was finally covered. She started searching through my closets and drawers, “Let’s find something for baby to wear.” She settled on a shirt with a teddy bear and a pair of shorts. She put them on me. As I hopped off the table and she patted my butt. “I do love that diapered butt of yours.” She led me back to the kitchen and picked up the instructions from my mother and busied herself in the kitchen. She came back with a plate of cookies and a bottle and set them down on the floor. “Sit down and have your snack,” she said. I plopped down and started on a cookie. She was munching a cookie as well, intently staring at me. Finally, I realized what she was waiting for, and I started sucking on the bottle. She grinned. She came closer and pushed me gently down on my back. I continued to suck on the bottle as she giggled. I just closed my eyes and continued to suck. It was quiet. I opened my eyes and looked towards Kayla. She was holding up her phone. “Hey, are you taking pictures?” I said, standing up in a flash. I grabbed towards the phone, but she pulled it away from my reach. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to show anybody. This is just for me.” I wasn’t sure I could trust her. I busied myself on my homework, and soon Kayla called me into the kitchen. She put me into my high chair and placed a bib around my neck. She then started spooning food from a bowl into my mouth, giggling all the time. I had to admit it was somewhat funny and started laughing myself. She started getting sloppy and soon I had turkey and gravy smeared all over my face. Finally, she got a wipe and cleaned my face up and removed the bib. She led me to the sofa, and she sat down and pulled me down as well. I rested my head in her lap and she gave me the bottle. Holding it while I sucked on it. At least she wasn’t taking pictures this time. It was oddly soothing, and I felt something growing in the diaper. Crap, I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. I already had two girlfriends who wanted me in diapers and now a third? Eventually, I sat up, and we watched TV. I was wondering when my mother was coming home. I realized that I was going to have to poop. I would try to hold it until my mom was back and she could change me. However, as time progressed, I got more uncomfortable. I got up and walked a short distance away and let it rip into the diaper. I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I went back and sat down next to Kayla again. A few minutes later Kayla started sniffing the air. “You gotta be kidding me,” she said with a frown. “I can’t help it,” I said. “You wanted to play babysitter.” Kayla let out a long sigh and stood up and led me by the hand to the changing room. She pulled off my shorts and then pulled the plastic pants off. She unpinned the diaper and unfolded it. She wrinkled her nose. I switched from being smug about Kayla having to do this to being embarrassed. I mean it was one thing for her to know I was using the diaper. It’s another to have her start wiping the poop off of me. She grabbed a bunch of wipes and started in on it. Eventually, she made headway and took the dirty diaper away and pitched the wipes in a covered trash bin. She took more wipes and went over me again. She then turned her attention to my erect penis. She worked the wipes repeatedly. I was growing more and more aroused by this. A dull pain formed deep within me and then suddenly, I erupted. Kayla waited a few seconds for things to stop and then cleaned me up. “Mom said I’d have to be careful that a boy might squirt during a change. I don’t think that’s what she had in mind though,” she said laughing. I turned red. Too much had just happened to talk. I waited as she put a diaper on me. “It’s getting close to bedtime, let’s put you in your pajamas.” She dug through the drawers and found the satin romper. “Is this what you sleep in?” she asked. “Sometimes,” I admitted. She helped me into it. She led me over to my crib and guided me inside. She shut the side. She had her phone out and shot another picture. I pouted, but she just smiled. She climbed the side rail of the crib and leaned over and kissed me on the lips. “Good night, baby,” she said and then headed out of the room, extinguishing the lights on the way. I just laid there not knowing what to think. The emotions were complex. I drifted off for a while. I woke a bit later to hear voices. It was Kayla talking to someone. “Oh yes, he was a perfect boy. I changed him and put him in the crib a short time ago.” I heard my mother respond. She told her that she would be glad to have her back if needed. Great. Just what I needed. Why was every female I come across from my mother to my girlfriends dead set on having me in diapers? Chapter 10 Things were moving quickly now. We had made plans for the prom. They would start at my house. We’d go out to dinner, then to the prom. We’d finish up at Kim’s. We’d have a sleepover In the basement. I was looking forward to the whole thing. I was also looking toward graduation. We only had a few weeks left of class as well. I wasn’t sorry to say goodbye to high school. College was a new horizon, and I knew I’d still have Kim and Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn, Kim, and I would chatter about it often. One day at lunch, Kayla came by at lunchtime and sat with us. “Hey, babies, how are you doing.” I bristled a bit at her words. “Just talking about college next year. We’ve got into Danielson,” Kim explained. “I’m going there, too. I’m going to study nursing,” Kayla said. “Cool, we’ll likely see each other, though we’re probably going to be in a different dorm. They’re giving us some special disabled student accommodation,” Kim explained. “Interesting. I’ll probably have some roommate I can’t stand in the regular dorms,” Kayla said. “I’m going to spend the summer there. They have a program to let us get some practical experience before we start. Just to make sure we like it.” “Sounds cool,” I said. “I haven’t even thought about summer plans. The next weekend, Mom announced that she had to go out of town. She suggested I stay at Kaitlyn’s. I mentioned it to the girls and Kim said that her mother had suggested the same thing. I hadn’t spent much time at Kaitlyn’s but I knew her house was set up for her to be a toddler. Still, I didn’t much mind as long as I could be with the girls. The night came, and I packed my bag, diapers, nightie, and such and headed over to Kaitlyn. Her mom sent me down to the basement playroom where I found the girls already busy playing a game. “We just set it up,” Kaitlyn said. “We hadn't started it for real. We were waiting for you.” I sat down at the table, and we started to play in earnest. After a while, Kaitlyn’s mom came down. “I have to go out,” she said. “I hope I can trust you all to behave.” We all nodded our assent. “Good,” she said. “Be nice for the babysitter.” The girls looked at each other and then at me. A second later our babysitter came down the stairs. “Hi, babies,” she said. Kayla. Kaitlyn’s mom said her goodbyes, and we just stared. “Now,” Kayla said to us. “Do the babies need a diaper change?” Without a pause she stepped forward and shoved a hand down my diaper. “Oh, this one does.” Kayla reached towards Kim. “I’m wet,” Kayla said stopping the intrusion. Kayla turned towards Kaitlyn. “OK, I could use a change, too,” Kaitlyn said. “Well come on,” Kayla said leading them to the bedroom. “Ladies first,” she said pointing at Kim. Kim climbed up on the table. “You’re going to be cool about this?” Kim asked. “Of course, I like my babies. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you,” she said smiling. She changed Kim and then Kaitlyn. I got up on the table with a little apprehension. Was she going to repeat what she had done before? She reached down into her bag and came up with something. After undoing my diaper, she placed a cone-shaped piece of cloth over my member. “It’s a pee-pee tee-pee,” she explained. “It’s in case you pee during changes. I had to special make it for a baby your size.” Kayla cleaned me up without much more fuss. “You babies go play while I get dinner ready.” The girls and I sat down to play. “What do you think about this?” I asked “I don’t know if I can trust her,” Kaitlyn said. “Mom had her babysit me. She took pictures. So far I’ve not had any problem,” I said. “Pictures?” Kim said. Kayla collected us and set us in the three highchairs set close together. She put bibs on us and brought out bowls and bottles. “I can’t feed you all at the same time so you’ll have to help yourselves. But first,” she said pulling her phone out. “No!” Kim protested. But Kayla had already snapped the photo. She came over and crouched next to me and held the phone out and shot a selfie. “What are you going to do with that?” I asked. “Nothing, it’s purely for my personal records.” We fed ourselves and sucked from the bottles while Kayla ate her dinner. She came and wiped our faces and removed our bibs. Kayla joined us after cleaning up. “You guys ready for prom?” she asked. “Yes, we’ve got our dresses and Jason’s got his tux,” Kim said. “So you three are going together?” “We’re the three musketeers,” Kim said with a smile. “I’m going with Matt Winston,” Kayla said proudly. We continued pretty normal talk. Despite my apprehension, Kayla was acting friendly. After a bit, she asked Kaitlyn to show her room to her. They left and Kim and I talked. “I hope those pictures don’t show up somewhere,” I said. “Me too,” but Kayla seems pretty cool. A while later Kayla came back and got the two of us. We got to Kaitlyn’s room and saw she had the nighty on that we had worn the first time we had a sleepover. “She found it is going through my closet,” Kaitlyn said. “She wanted to know why I had three of the same thing and then figured it out for herself.” “OK, Kimmie, you’re next.” Kim let Kayla take off her shirt and pants and help her into the nightie. She then turned to me. I felt embarrassed. I had worn this before, and Kayla had seen me naked, but it still seemed to be odd having her dress me. “You three are so cute together,” Kayla said and whipped out her phone for another picture. Eventually, we were put down to sleep. When I woke up, Kim and Kaitlyn were still there, but there was no sign of Kayla. I looked out and saw Kaitlyn’s mom’s car back, so I guessed Kayla went home. I stood there for a minute thinking. Without realizing it, I wet myself. I decided to try to get some more sleep when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Kaitlyn’s mom. “Everything, OK?” she asked. “Just seeing if Kayla went home,” I said. “Yes, she left a while ago. Do you need anything? Does your diaper need changing.” I was going to say no, but then Kaitlyn’s mom did what Kayla had done earlier and thrust her hand in my pants. She smiled and told me to follow her. She had me up on the changing table and started to work. “Do you think you’re going to keep this up next year at college?” she asked. “What do you mean?” “Well, we all know that you and Kaitlyn are faking it. Only Kim really has a problem.” I hadn’t thought about changing things. I guess nothing would prevent us from shedding our diapers once we got to college. I had no great love of diapers and was even less fond of being babied, but the bond with the girls was strong in our situation. “I guess someday I might grow out of it, but it does give me a connection to the girls, and it is getting us some special consideration on the dorm room.” “So you’ll have to keep living the lie,” she says as she finished my change. I guess I would. Chapter 11 Prom came quickly. My mom decided that I shouldn’t drive and arranged to have a driven car (a sedan, not quite a limo, but it was black) take us. I got into my tux and packed a diaper bag. I grabbed this, and the two corsages and my mother drove me over to Kim’s where the girls were getting ready. We stood in the living room waiting for the girls to come out. A few minutes later the girls came out looking fabulous. I placed Kim’s corsage on her, and she gave me a little kiss, and I did the same with Kaitlyn. Kim presented me with a flower for my lapel. “This is from both of us,” she said. Kim’s mother got a camera and took all our pictures. The doorbell rang, and it was our driver. We were off. We arrived at the hotel, and the driver came and opened the door for the girls, and they got out, and I followed. We found our way to the ballroom and checked in at the desk outside. “Two girls and one boy?” the chaperone commented. “I’m a lucky guy,” I said smiling. “There’s a note by your name. I need you to step aside for a minute.” I looked at the girls confused, and they didn’t seem to know either. A minute later the assistant principal led us into a side room. “I hate to do this, but the rules are that this is a school function and you have to comply with the same rules as a school. Can I see that you are diapered?” I unzipped and opened my trousers to show mine. The girls gathered up their skirts and showed theirs. “Good,” the AP said. “You can go on inside.” I helped the girls smooth out their skirts again and off we went. We got our pictures taken again, and we found a table to sit. Kayla came over with Matt and asked to sit with us, and we agreed. The music started, and Kaitlyn grabbed my hand. “Kim and I tossed a coin. I get the first dance; she gets the last.” We headed out on the dance floor. The evening was fun. We had small snacks to eat and punch. I took turns dancing with the girls. At one point Kayla asked me to dance, and Matt asked Kaitlyn. “You’re not getting a rest with so many girls to dance with,” Kayla said. “It’s not a rough burden.” As the song ended, Kayla reached down and gave my rear a squeeze. “Just checking,” she said as she walked back to the table. All too soon it was over. I got the last dance with Kim, and we headed out to wait for our car to make its way up to the entrance. Kayla pulled away from Matt a bit and came up to us. “Did you guys make it through the entire evening, or do you need a change.” I looked around to see if anybody had heard the question, but it seemed no. “I can wait until I get home,” I said. “Matt and I have a room here. I can take you up and change you.” “Thanks, but no,” Kim said. “We’ll wait until we get home.” We got into the sedan, me in the middle and the girls to either side and headed off. Kaitlyn turned my head towards hers and planted a long kiss on me. Then Kim got her turn. I had my arms around both girls. I was the happiest guy in the world, at least except for the rather soggy diaper I was sitting in. When the girls took a break, I looked at the driver’s face in the rearview mirror. He was smiling. We dropped Kaitlyn off first. I got out of the car and gave her a long kiss before walking her up to her front door. She kissed me again as she stepped inside. I returned to the car and Kim grabbed me. “I have you all to myself.” We kissed passionately until it was time to drop her off. Again, I escorted her to her door. I got back in the car, and the driver took me home. I got up to my room and stripped out of the tux. Mom came in and started the diaper change. “How was the prom?” she asked. “Perfect,” I said. She got me into a sleeper, and I crawled off into bed. I had dreams of being between the two girls as I drifted off to sleep. Monday morning we were back at school. There was a palpable buzz. The end of the school year was rapidly approaching for all. We, seniors, were graduating, but everybody was looking forward to the summer at any grade level. Seniors practiced the graduation march, and everybody was talking about summer plans. “I’d like to go to the beach,” Kaitlyn said in passing. “Me, too,” Kim said. “Sounds good. We can do that anytime during the summer,” I said. “When’s your birthday?” Kim asked me. “Coming up a week from Monday,” I said. “I don’t remember you ever mentioning yours. When is it?” I asked. “Mine’s the same day as graduation,” she said. “Mine’s a week from Sunday,” Kaitlyn said. “Wow, the three musketeers have successive birthdays.” “Maybe we can have a combination birthday and graduation party.”

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First and foremost, thank you @Selpharia - author of the amazing "Of Capes, Cowls, and Cuddles" sci-fi epic - for sponsoring this story. Her interest in our work enabled and inspired Pudding and I to create this wonderful tale. The fact that Pudding's main character in Nightmare Asylum and Selphie's main character in C3 have the same name is purely coincidence! Or is it? *evil laugh* Pudding and I called this story 'Spoopy Nightmare Asylum' for like three months, so it's only fitting that Nightmare Asylum is the official name. I might be a little slow to update this one through because we literally just finished it and it has a ton of editing that needs doing. Anyway, I hope you like it! Disclaimers: diapers, wetting, messing, hypnosis, little, regression ------------------ Nightmare Asylum by: Sophie & Pudding 1.) ”A haunted house?" "No, dummy, a haunted children’s asylum from like old movies. You know, back before kids were drugged up all the time.” On the one hand, it was hard not to be interested, because we were both studying children’s psychology at the university, Ria and me, but on the other hand it was hard not to be disgusted because we were studying children’s psychology at the university. "You're not chicken are you? I mean I guess I can go and ask Cat Stone if she wants to go with me instead? You know that lil' closeted rug muncher's wanted to spend time alone with me for, like, ever..." I didn't like girls. Ria did. I didn't have a crush on her, but boy did she have one on me. And okay, I was a little manipulative. So? "Don't even say her name!" It wasn't that I had anything against Cat, it was just... well, she was prettier than I was. I hadn't quite let go of my high school self-consciousness issues. "Fine. You want to go into the stupid asylum? Then let's do it. I'm not afraid." Though I was notoriously afraid of everything. Bridget, on the other hand, wasn't afraid of anything. It was so annoying sometimes! And so sexy other times... Wahaha. Bridget strikes again! Calhoun Gardens wasn't even that far away, either, so the biggest issue was just waiting for it to be dark enough to be scary. Ria wanted to leave early, so we stopped at a Wendy's on the way to waste some time. Sometimes I felt like our movements with one another were a game of tug-o-war, or the world’s most childish game of chess; always trying to outplay one another. But we'd known each other since Freshman year, and had been untouchably close ever since. We just had... a dynamic. "Are you gonna eat your potato?” I waved a fry at my best friend, eating the way I usually ate: like somebody who'd never been an ounce over 130lbs despite a horrendous diet of fries and Mountain Dew. Genetics, am I right? "No, you can have it." I'd barely ate anything on the ride up. We were parked outside the gates of the building - tall and looming - and the sun had gone down twenty minutes ago. I was so nervous that I could feel it in my fingertips. There was a sign on the gate - readable even from here - that said "Keep Out". "What if we get caught? We'll get arrested. This is breaking and entering. We'll get expelled." "We're not athletes, you dummy, and we go to a state college; our behavior outside of school hours isn't some media spectacle." I rolled my eyes. I wiped my hands on a moist towelette a little too obsessively - because eating food with my fingers was somewhat of a breakthrough that Ria had manage to make with me in the time we'd known each other, but I still didn't like messy hands - and balled up the Wendy's bag to toss in the back of the car. "Okay it seems acceptably dark and spoopy outside now. You got charge on your phone?" I regretted that this wasn't the 1980's where we'd have flashlights and cool stuff like that, because everything we needed was on our phones. "Or, or, or! We could say we went in. And you know. Not go in. I like that plan." "You really are scared, huh?" Bridget sighed. "And here I thought it was sort of sexy, how you were willing to go into the scary dark asylum..." I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest, feeling warm inside. Damnit... "Let's go," I mumbled. Hahah! Bridget: 1. Ria's sense of realistic fear: 0. "Alright, let's go." When we got out of the car, Ria fumbled to lock it and I watched her, frowning. "Who's going to break into our car, you ditz? A ghost? Besides we might need easy access to the car if we're being chased by deranged spirits! She frowned. And quick like a bunny, I scampered up over the heavy iron gate that blocked our path. "There's a hole in the fence..." she quipped at me, as I landed, and I stuck my tongue out. "That's less dramatic. Come on!" I opted for the hole in the fence. I was never a very good athlete and that gate was awfully high. Once we made our way quietly across the parking lot, we came up against the side-entrance to the building. The asylum was huge - at least five stories. It took up half the block. "There is no way we are getting in. Everything is boarded up." I turned on my heel and started back toward the car. "Oh well, we tried!" "Yeah, I mean, I guess there's no way in." With a grunt of effort I pulled up the doors to the basement, angled against the side of the building, and waved my hands at the ensuing staircase down into the bowels of the sublevel. "This is so cool, can you imagine what went on here? I'm really curious. I bet it was horrible, though, and that makes for angry ghosts. I hesitated at the entrance. "Stop being a baby. Get down here." So I followed Bridget into the small, dark sublevel of the facility. I didn't even know how old this asylum was. But hysteria must have been a pretty big thing, right? Oh, I should have paid more attention in my psychology class... I fumbled for my flashlight on my phone. "Really? Selfie Light 2017? Don't you have any apps on your phone that aren't for taking your own picture?" I shouldn't tease, honestly, because Ria had the kind of confidence-issues in her appearance that few girls would ever muster, even at our age, and it did nothing to offset how much of a nervous nellie she was in every other area of her life. But hey, taking pictures helped her, right? "Hey the stairs are wet, be careful." That clumsy girl could trip over a strong breeze, so I was amazed we made it down to the bottom in one piece. The only problem was... "Ew..." We were standing in like two inches of stagnant, smelly water. "I am not going any further." "Stop being a baby," Bridget reiterated, but I shook my head. "These are new shoes. I am not going in there. No way, no how." "Then leave your shoes behind." "And step on a rusty syringe and die of poison?" I refused to go down the bottom step, even though the water didn't look that deep. "It's just water, and the sooner we get to the stairs to go up, the sooner we'll be out of it. And look it's not very deep so that means there won’t be any water upstairs, right?" I was pretty good at seeing the positives in things, almost annoyingly so, but she puffed her alabaster cheeks out in defiance anyway. "I'll piggy back you." Which I'm sure would go just fine given the fact she had four inches and twenty-five pounds on me, but hey, I was trying at least. "I don't need you to piggy back me!" I sighed and looked down at the water. Ugh. What else could I do? I'd have to wash my shoes the second I got home. I slowly put my foot down in the mucky water and followed Bridget through the dark corridors. Where were the damn stairs? It was hard to see, even with the flashlights on our phones, and to make it worse the ground beneath the water wasn't exactly smooth either. "Hey, look!" Stairs, at last! But as we got closer there was something just past the stairs... Troubled Patient Wing. We both stared at the doors with the faded paint and brass plaque, and shared glances. "Well we can't not go in there..." "Yes we absolutely can't!!" I went right to the stairs and got my feet out of the mucky water. Already I was regretting this trip. All it needed now was a spider or a ghost or a zombie child. I brushed the cobwebs off my jeans. But when I looked back behind me, Bridget wasn't there. Uh... "Bridget...? Bridget? This isn't funny... where are you?" "You have got to see this." Ria just about jumped out of her skin when I put my hand on her arm, and she shook her head quick as could be. "I promise if you don't want to stay when you see it, you can go, but you have to see it." She frowned. I grinned. I made sure I won. And just like the first time when I'd pushed through the double doors into the Troubled Patient Wing, things changed. There was plush red carpet beneath our soggy feet. Lighting. Soft music. A warm and inviting atmosphere. Like we'd stepped into a totally different place. ----------- The first five chapters are up on our Patreon! Please consider supporting us!!

So, I've lurked a bit over the years. Wrote this over a weekend a few months ago, but figured I should share it somewhere. This isn't anything you haven't read before, but if it's considered any good, maybe I could write some sort of sequel or something. A Much Needed Break From Adulthood by X Chapter 1 – Getting Ready For Date Night After a week of late nights in front of the computer monitor and early mornings filled with nearly-missed deadlines, John was happy to start his engine, put the car in drive and head home for the long, four-day weekend. With another week before his next feature was due, the 32-year-old was grateful that he wouldn’t need to check his work email before Monday. For the first time in days, he let a smile creep over his face as he scrolled through his car’s call history to redial his wife’s number. Paula was at home, impatiently waiting for the inevitable phone call that John almost always made on his way back from the office. With the night off from her job as a bartender, Paula looked forward to surprising John with a couple’s night out, even if he had been a miserable asshole for the past few days. Her eyes darted to her phone as it buzzed on the counter. “Hey babe,” Paula said, clicking on her speaker phone. “Hey, I’m on my way home. About 20 minutes away. Did you take anything out for dinner?” John asked. “No, I thought we…” “Dammit Paula,” he said. “You’ve been home all day and you couldn’t even take out some chicken or something?” “If you’d let me…,” she tried to get out. “Whatever,” he interjected, as he reached for the red hang up button on his steering wheel. “I’ll be home soon.” Click Furrowing her brow and pursing her lips with anger, Paula took a long, deep breath and hoped to exhale out some of her frustrations. She had already made up her mind about tonight, but her brief phone call with John only served to further convince her that she was making the right decision. As much as she loved her husband, John’s grumpiness had soured their relationship for the last week and she knew he needed some tough love. Though it was really more like an attitude adjustment. She continued to apply her makeup in the mirror and was just finishing up when Alicia shouted from downstairs. “She’s eating dinner, Paula!” screamed Alicia. Alicia had been their babysitter for the past year, and although she wasn’t too bright, she was good with their toddler. “That’s great!” hollered Paula. “I’m almost done, but send John up when he gets home. He needs to get changed before we head out.” Paula couldn’t help but giggle to herself at that last line, as she put the finishing touches on her outfit. Chapter 2 – A Surprise Evening Out John hit pause on his podcast. After rewinding the last minute three times and still not registering what had been said, he decided to make the rest of the trip in silence. Just a few blocks to go. Why did I have to talk to her like that? John asked himself angrily. He had a notoriously dogged habit of being short with Paula whenever he had a bad day at the office. John and Paula had been together for nearly half of his life, high school sweethearts. She was a sophomore, he was a senior and they were inseparable. Although there were some marital struggles shortly after the wedding, the last five years had been their best stretch by far, especially since their child was born. The short temper that John had displayed had been a momentary regression to his first days as a new husband, and he hated himself for it. With some newfound humility, he made up his mind to immediately apologize for his behavior once he walked in the door. He didn’t want to ruin what could be a perfectly pleasant weekend by being stubborn. As his car pulled into its space and he killed the engine, John rehearsed his apology, and readied himself to make dinner as well. He figured it would at least get her speaking to him, if not take him out of the doghouse entirely. “Before you saying anything, I just want to say I’m…” John started to recite as he pushed open the door. “Hello,” said Alicia, as a cartoon blared on the television behind her. “Paula is upstairs getting ready. I’m just finishing up dinner with her.” John was thrown off by the presence of his daughter’s babysitter. Must be date night, he thought. Suddenly, he felt even worse about his pre-dinner tantrum. “She told me to send you upstairs to get changed once you got here,” Alicia instructed. “Thanks,” said John. Changed? He asked himself as he climbed his staircase. What was wrong with the jeans and T-shirt he was wearing? Sure his shirt was a little childish, featuring a couple of Star Wars storm troopers, but it should be fine for dinner and a movie. “I hope we’re not going anywhere too fancy,” he muttered to himself. Then again, he did act like a jackass, so perhaps he would just bite the bullet and wear whatever she had picked out. Chapter 3 – She Takes Control Paula readied herself on the bed as she heard her husband bound up the stairs. She needed to get herself into character if she was going to pull this night off. As nervous as she was, she was also excited to give her husband exactly what he needed. John, on the other side of the closed master bedroom door, paused momentarily to humble himself before reaching for the knob. As he entered, he managed to get out the words, “Babe, I’m sorry I was such a jerk,” before the sight of his wife took away his ability to speak. Paula, wearing her skimpiest, black lace dress, sat cross legged on the newly-made bed, leaning back with her arms supporting her body behind her. At 30 years old, she was in fantastic shape, having bounced back from her pregnancy incredibly quick. Although she wasn’t as thin and toned as she had been back in high school on the school track team, she was perfect in every way to John. Paula had the exact body type that John lusted after. Soft curves on light skin, with a round, plump ass that begged to be slapped regularly. He could make out her breasts behind the straps of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, he noticed, and appreciated. If he had known then that she also wasn’t wearing any panties, he might have already had an erection. “You were a jerk,” said Paula, cutting into the tension. “But you also need a night out tonight, so I got Alicia at the last minute.” “Thanks,” John replied. “I do think I need a night out. I’ve been so stressed out lately and I took it out on you. I’m really sorry about all of it. So are we going somewhere fancy or what?” “We’re going where I say we’re going!” said Paula, jumping to her feet and closing the door behind me. She sauntered up behind me and whispered into my ear, “In fact, I’ve planned our entire evening, and you WILL do as I say without any complaints. Think of it as your punishment for acting so childish lately.” John couldn’t help but feel his cock stir in his jeans at his wife’s sudden show of authority. He was normally the dominant one in the relationship, even though she really pulled all the strings. This aggressive side was rarely seen and almost never incorporated into their bedroom play. “Well I need to know where we are going so I know what to wear,” he snapped back. Perhaps he hadn’t quite accepted his role for the evening yet. “Strip down and sit down on the bed. I will pick out your clothes for tonight,” demanded Paula as she crossed the room to the far corner in front of the bed. Works for me, thought John, as he shed his clothes on the ground and hopped into bed clad in only his boxer briefs. “No,” Paula said sternly. “Take it all off.” And with that, she lifted up the lid of their bedroom trunk, revealing John’s secret stash. John suddenly realized just what Paula had planned for him. He swallowed hard, terrified at what he knew would come, but once again, his cock betrayed his thoughts, slightly stiffening beneath his soon-to-be-removed adult underwear. Chapter 4 – Correcting A Bad Attitude Paula could see her husband was at a loss for words. She could also see his mind race as he tried to piece together her full intentions. She decided to be bold, and spell it out for him as clear as day. “You’re going to be diapered tonight, babe,” she started, hoping to correct any confusion right off the bat. “Based on how you’ve been acting lately, you definitely don’t deserve this, but I think the timing has never been better to grant you your ultimate fantasy and hopefully take you out of that funk you’ve been in.” John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Here he was, thinking he’d need to beg for forgiveness in order to get any action tonight, and instead, his beautiful wife had taken the initiative to make his sexual dreams come true. “Thank you,” the lucky man mustered meekly. The couple was honest with each other about their respective kinks pretty early on in their relationship and for the most part, had been willing participants. John was so nervous when he told Paula about his adult baby side that he could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he strung the words together. “I enjoy adults who wear diapers,” John had plainly stated at the time. “I like to regress and wear diapers, and I also like women who regress and wear diapers.” To her credit, Paula had managed to maintain her composure despite being shocked by the admission. It helped that she had some pretty out-there fetishes of her own to fess up to, including an attraction to rope play, rough sex and other aspects of the bdsm scene. From time to time, she’d even appease John by participating in his role play sex games as a baby herself, complete with diaper and pacifier. But Paula was a natural submissive. Never before had she seriously taken on the role as the top, and she had certainly never done so when it came to John’s age play. As much as she liked to keep John happy and indulge him from time to time, it was hard to stomach the idea of her man in diapers. John was 5’11’’, and pudgy at 215 pounds, but he had the physique of a former athlete and you could easily make out some muscle underneath his soft belly and arms. Paula had always been into bigger guys, and loved it when John mounted her from above, feeling his full weight on her. John was usually her big strong protector, not a helpless infant desperate to nurse at her breast. Still, she loved him enough to try, even if she wasn’t very confident that she could keep up her made-up motherly tone. Chapter 5 – Getting Changed For The Night “I said take it all off,” she demanded once again before walking over and ripping down John’s underwear past his ankles. “Now, which diaper will you be wearing tonight?” John had his favorites. He had loved the Bambino Classic line when they first came out, but since then there have been many more additions to the industry and his current favorite was a safari-themed disposable from Rearz. “The safari animal one,” John answered, already blushing from shame. Paula grinned. Her plan was working perfectly as John was all too happy to go along with his so-called “punishment.” With him firmly on board, eager even, she decided to step it up a bit. John loved to regress and he had always wanted Paula to play that motherly part for him, but she also knew that John also loved to be teased, if not outright humiliated. This was her chance to test the waters. “I don’t know about the safari print for YOUR diaper,” she said, putting extra emphasis on her last two words. “How about these pretty pink princess diapers instead?” John knew she was just kidding, holding up her own usual diaper, but he couldn’t stop his cock from flinching at the slightly emasculating comment. He had no interest in being a sissy, but he loved that his wife was using the threat to stay in control. “Ummm, no please,” he responded. “That’s a girl’s diaper.” “Really?” she asked. “I don’t see any reason why you couldn’t wear it. In fact, I think my little boy might like the pink diaper more seeing how hard he got when I mentioned it.” The blood drained from John’s face as he heard his wife’s words. She was right, he was rock hard. Thankfully, she spared him the further embarrassment by tossing the princess diaper back in the trunk. She grabbed the safari print and some dinosaur plastic pants and walked over to the bed. “Butt up,” she instructed. John complied, lifting his butt into the air so Paula could slide the diaper under him. When his cheeks touched down on the soft inner lining, he knew it would be difficult to get the front of the diaper on over his rigid member. As if she was reading his mind, Paula then raised the diaper up over John’s cock, holding it tightly in place as she began to lay out the ground rules for the evening. “If we’re going to do this tonight, then you need to agree to some rules,” she said. “You will use your diaper tonight as it is intended. Furthermore, when you have to go, you will ask me for permission. You will do as I say. If you disobey a direct order from me or protest anything, then I will make you regret it.” Paula’s vague list of rules and her final threat worried John, and as a result, his throbbing hard on had been reduced enough to allow her to securely fasten the tapes on her husband’s diaper. Suddenly, his excitement was cut with some apprehension. After she had finished pulling up his dinosaur-print plastic pants, to which she affectionately referred to as his “plastic panties,” Paula pulled her husband up and told him to put on the same clothes he was wearing earlier. “The Star Wars shirt will be perfect for my little baby boy,” she said. John’s normally tanned face was tomato red and he could feel the heat as Paula continued to poke fun at his condition. Although he liked his Star Wars shirt, he was a little worried at how short it was. He was wearing a high-waisted diaper that stood out above his jeans. If he was forced to bend over or reach for anything, his secret might be revealed. The thought of being caught in his diapered state nearly made his knees buckle. Paula brought him back to reality. “Go downstairs and say goodnight to your daughter,” she instructed. John did as he was told. Meanwhile, Paula loaded up her makeshift diaper bag. She briefly flirted with the idea of throwing in the pink princess diaper, but eventually settled on a Tykeables disposable in a blue pattern. She also threw in some baby wipes, and for laughs, a blue pacifier and an empty sippy cup. Chapter 6 – A Rocky Start John’s heart sunk to his feet when he saw Paula making her way down the steps. The bag she had selected for their night out did nothing to hide the blue diaper poking out from the top. With the quickness of a cheetah, John ushered his wife out the door before Alicia had a chance to get a good look. Alicia was curious why John went upstairs to change, only to return in his original outfit. She also thought she heard a light crinkle sound coming from his direction as he scurried out of the house, but quickly dismissed the idea from her mind. In the driver’s seat, an amused Paula smiled to herself while John’s panicked breaths filled the silence. When he could finally manage the words, he blurted out the question, “That bag is a little obvious don’t you think?” Except, what came out sounded more like, “I can’t believe you were so obvious with that bag! What were you thinking? The babysitter might have seen it!” Paula almost immediately slammed on the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road in their small, residential neighborhood. “Someone has already forgotten the rules, it seems.” John immediately regretted his choice of words. “I’m not so sure you should be talking very much at all right now.” Paula then reached into her husband’s diaper bag and pulled out his pacifier. With a single thrust, she pointed it nipple first at John’s mouth. His eyes grew big, but John knew enough to not resist this demand. He slowly opened his mouth and let his wife pop in his infantile soother. He was feeling pouty at the moment, despite getting his wish fulfilled. Looking out the window, he knew it was dark enough outside that most of the neighboring cars wouldn’t be able to see. Even still, he hung his head in shame below the window’s frame, just in case. Almost instinctively, he began sucking. “There you go,” Paula said. “Now my baby won’t be so fussy.” With a look of satisfaction, she put the car in drive and pulled back onto the road. It wasn’t long before they reached the restaurant. Chapter 7 – Dinner John was starving by the time they reached the restaurant, his favorite Thai spot, but he was nervous he would be found out. He certainly didn’t want to get out of the car still sucking on his pacifier. Luckily, Paula let him remove it before unbuckling him from his seat. “Now, I want you to behave when we’re inside,” she instructed. “I want to keep this fun for you, so I’ll take care of everything, but if you question me again like you did with your diaper bag then I will make sure you are thoroughly embarrassed before the night was over. Do you understand?” “Yes,” John replied. “Yes, what?” demanded Paula. “Yes… mommy,” said John. He could feel his diapered crotch strain against the front of his jeans. Paula was surprised by how easily she was taking control. In truth, she was beginning to like it. As her husband walked, more like waddled, in front of her towards the entrance, she could just make out the sound of the top of his diaper rustling against his t-shirt. With nobody watching, she reached down to the hem of her dress and slowly worked a finger up towards her slit. She was soaking wet, proof that her husband’s regression was something she could get off on, even if she did usually prefer him to be the one doing the heavy lifting. After being greeted by the hostess, John was relieved to see a relatively empty dining space in front of him. There were just three other tables occupied in the whole restaurant, two by other couples and a third by a group of four girls, most likely from the nearby university. John and Paula were seated in a booth, placed in the corner. It was far enough away from the sorority table that it was difficult to make out more than small bits of the conversation, but it wasn’t completely private either. John picked up his menu, only to see Paula snatch it from his hands. “Mommy will order for you,” she explained, a little too loudly for John’s comfort. When the server appeared, Paula ordered two Kirin beers, a couple of waters, some red curry, garlic noodles and crab wontons. She knows me well, thought John, mentally complimenting his wife on her order. He wasn’t surprised that she was encouraging him to drink his beer so fast. He knew that she wanted him in a wet diaper sooner or later, and he happily did his part, downing not only his beer, but his glass of water and half of hers as well. Taking care to not flood his diaper and cause an embarrassing leak, John slowly let his bladder go. The spicy food led to even more drinking. In fact, Paula had to visit the restroom twice before she finally asked John about his bathroom needs. “I already went,” said John, feeling satisfied with himself. “I told you that you had to ask for permission before using your diaper,” Paula annoyingly countered. “Oh yeah,” he said. He had forgotten about that part. But he was being a good boy otherwise and he hoped that she would let it go. “We’re going to try again, so keep drinking,” she said. “This time, when you have to go, you ask mommy if you can pee in your diaper.” She had said the last sentence much too loud for John and the girls were now staring in their direction. “Keep your voice down,” he whispered, practically begging. That was the opening she needed. “How dare you tell me to keep my voice down,” Paula said sternly. “I am in charge here and you will do as I say.” With that, she reached for the diaper bag she had placed on her concealed side of the booth and slowly moved it over to the visible side. John looked on in horror, seeing his blue Tykeables diaper peeking out of the top of the bag, now perceptible to anyone who might glance over in their direction. Then, Paula removed the sippy cup from the bag, filled it with John’s beer, and served it to him. “I’ll put it away once it’s empty,” she explained, biting her own lip anxiously at her sudden brashness. John was mortified, but his only choice was to comply. He quickly chugged his sippy cup and immediately handed it back to her. “Good boy,” she said, slowly putting the cup back into the bag. John couldn’t help but hear the snickers coming from the sorority table, but he didn’t dare look up in their direction. Instead, he glanced across the room to one of the couples on the far wall. Much to his disappointment, they too had noticed his choice of beer glass and were outright laughing. Fearing she may have gone a tad too far, Paula asked for the check, left a wad of cash on the table and dragged her husband out of the restaurant and to the parking lot. Chapter 8 – The Night Continues They made it back to their car without further incident. Paula was sure that John would call the whole thing off right then and there, but to her surprise, he looked thrilled. “Are you okay?” she asked tentatively. “Yes, I’m okay…. Mommy,” he replied sheepishly. In reality, he was better than okay. He felt exhilarated. As much as he had been ashamed in that booth to be in his regressed, infantile state, he couldn’t ignore just how excited he had been by the whole ordeal. More importantly, all of his work-related stress was gone and he was solely focused on their outing, ecstatic that his wife was willing and able to help. “Mommy, I have to go potty again,” John said softly, facing away towards his window. Paula, happy to see her husband not only playing again, but following the rules, let her hand slip towards her lap when she heard her husband’s words. “Okay, baby boy.” She could be as loud as she wanted to be in the closed car of an empty lot. “Unbutton those jeans and pull them down slightly along with your panties. Mommy wants to see how wet you are first.” John did as he was told, even with the disparaging comment about his “panties,” but he knew his diaper would still hold a few more accidents. While his yellowed crotch was a sure sign he had wet, his plastic pants were actually doing a good job of keeping his diaper from sagging. Without saying anything, Paula reached across John’s lap and pulled the lever to recline his seat. With him now laying back, her right hand found the front of John’s soiled diaper, feeling it’s heavy bulk. With her left hand, she took two digits and slowly pumped them in and out of her own wet, hairless cunt. “Go ahead and wet your diaper for mommy, baby,” she instructed. John was already bursting at the seams so it didn’t take long before he flooded his diaper with another stream of hot piss. The fact that his mommy was there to feel his crotch as he did it only made his pleasure more intense. If she wanted to, he would let her mount him right there. Instead, Paula removed her hands, pulled up John’s plastic pants and jeans and returned his seat to its normal position. John was frustrated, but also happy that his adventure was to continue. He didn’t even bother trying to hide his smile when Paula popped his paci back in his mouth. Chapter 9 – Hard To Focus On The Movie Paula was quite pleased with herself as she drove to their next stop, a luxury movie theater on the other side of town that had grown popular in recent years thanks to reclining leather seats and beers on tap. John was happy to see them pull into the theater lot. He had wanted to see the new Marvel movie for a month. Once again, Paula got out of the car and walked around to John’s passenger side. She unbuckled his seat belt and removed the pacifier from his mouth. As she did, she felt some slight resistance from John as he tried to continue sucking on his paci. She made a mental note of that, reminding herself to let her husband indulge his oral fixation more often. They got out of the car and this time, she left without the diaper bag. “Hold mommy’s hand while we cross the street,” she said. “It’s dangerous to cross without an adult.” John blushed a bright shade of crimson, but looked around and saw no one within earshot. Paula took John’s hand in hers as they crossed the lot. He felt smaller than ever when Paula took his hand. She didn’t interlock their fingers like she normally did. Instead, she led him like she was the one true adult in the relationship. They picked up their tickets and then a couple of beers before heading to their seat. John was happy that Paula chose the seats in the very back of the theater. Once the lights came down, Paula immediately dug two fingers back into her sopping wet pussy. The entire night had been a surprising turn on from the start and she needed a small bit of relief. Who knew that taking control would have this effect? John noticed Paula almost immediately, but didn’t say anything out of fear that she would make him use the pacifier during the movie. Instead, she took her other hand and reached inside his jeans, feeling his swollen member through his very wet diaper. John thought he was going to get a hand job out of this, but Paula never increased her tempo. It was almost as if she was just teasing his cock and getting off on being withholding. It only took a few circles around her clit to cum, which she managed to do in relative silence. Fortunately, the movie was action-packed and therefore loud. Plus, it had already been out for a while and there wasn’t many people in the audience. Paula sat in post-orgasm bliss for half of the movie when John suddenly leaned over. “I have to go potty again,” he said quietly. Paula’s ears perked up. “Go ahead and use your diaper baby,” she whispered. “That’s what your diaper is for.” John loved hearing his wife talk about his diaper. The phrase “your diaper” was simultaneously arousing and belittling at the same time and he couldn’t help but get off on it. Even though he hadn’t technically cum yet tonight, he was thrilled to see his wife enjoying herself so much. Even if she wasn’t a huge fan of the diapers he knew that it was ultimately beneficial for her to be the dominant one once in a while. It was a pleasant thought that quickly left John’s mind once he let go of his bladder. It didn’t take long to realize that his diaper wasn’t going to hold the full load. Hopefully his plastic pants would their job, but John wasn’t optimistic. Paula could tell something was wrong, so she leaned over to ask. “I think I leaked,” answered John, with panic growing in his eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “You don’t know anybody on this side of town anyway.” When the movie finished, John and Paula waited until everyone had left the theater before surveying the damage. John stood up and turned around to give his wife a good look. “Yep, you leaked alright,” she confirmed. John had dark urine streaks on his jeans extending down his inner thighs below his diaper line. Paula then stood up and pulled John’s shirt up, hoping to get a better view of his backside while simultaneously exposing the top part of his disposable diaper and plastic pants. “Excuse me,” came a voice from beside them. Neither John nor Paula had noticed the theater worker in the aisle, coming in to sweep up popcorn and throw away the empty paper cups. She couldn’t have been older than 16, but there was no doubting that she fully understood what she was looking at. This was a grown man, having his leaked diaper checked by his wife. John nearly died on the spot. Paula was also embarrassed, but figured she might as well double down now that they had already been caught. “I’m sorry,” she said. “We’ll be out of the way in a moment. My husband here just had a small accident.” Now jelly-legged, John had to sit down before he fainted. The theater worker only let out a small chuckle before on moving to a different row. After a minute, John regained his composure and the two of them exited the theater, with many eyes planted firmly on his wet backside. Chapter 10 – A Much Needed Change John made it to the car about thirty paces ahead of Paula. He was pitching a very large tent in his diaper, but he wanted the embarrassment to end. He tugged at the door handle only to see it was still locked. “Can you please unlock it?” he pleaded. “Wait for me,” she answered. “You’re not getting into the car with those wet pants.” “Well what do you want me to do about it?” he asked. “It’s not like we brought a change of pants.” Paula took a deep breath and readied herself for John’s jaw to drop. This is where he got his ultimate wish fulfilled. This is the mental image that he had been jerking off to for years in the shower. Paula took her keys out and unlocked the trunk of their SUV. The pop of the latch put a lump in John’s throat. He knew where this was going, so he took a second to survey the parking lot. Luckily, Paula had anticipated this scenario and parked in the last row along the far back retaining wall. The SUV’s hatch back pointed towards the wall, limiting the car from view and most foot traffic. Still, they would have to work fast. “Up you go,” Paula said with a point towards the flat bed of the trunk. “Are you sure about this?” John asked uneasily. “You know you want to,” she countered. He knew she was right. “Besides, little babies don’t care where they get changed or who sees them.” John sat down in the back of the car, his legs hanging out over the rear bumper. Paula removed his sneakers, which was easy since he never bothered to tie his laces. Then she took off his socks. They had been yellowed by some runaway urine. Next came the jeans, which she balled up and threw in the back seat, leaving John exposed in just his plastic pants, diaper and t-shirt. When she looked up, she made eye contact across the lot with another mother and her young son as she dragged him to the van. The mother gave her an acknowledging nod, not able to see that the boy Paula was changing was actually a 32-year-old grown adult. Paula didn’t bother telling John about the woman because she knew it would only worry him and ruin the moment. Instead, Paula bent over, lifted up John’s shift and blew a raspberry kiss into his belly. John was extremely ticklish and couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, which easily gave away his age to the mother now getting in her car. The mother looked back with a disgusted look, but Paula paid it no mind. In fact, exposing her husband’s secret, especially without him realizing it, had made her wet once again. With the van now out of the lot, Paula continued with the change. She unsnapped John’s plastic pants and set them aside. “I don’t think we can use these panties again,” she said condescendingly. John’s whole body temperature went up as she emasculated him again. “Let’s see what’s in this diaper now shall we?” Paula slowly removed the tape panels from John’s diaper and was greeted with the slightly unpleasant smell of urine. “At least it you didn’t go stinkies for mommy,” she joked. It was only then that she realized that John’s diaper bag, and replacement diaper, was still in the back seat of the car. “One second,” she said, leaving John laying spread eagle on an open, wet diaper while she went around to grab his dry backup. It only took a few moments, but it felt like hours to John who laid there exposed for all the world to see. He felt small and unimportant, but he simultaneously felt happiness and love. Paula returned with his diaper and the wipes, not bothering to hide them from sight. She lovingly wiped down John’s shaft, balls and crack, making sure to remove any traces of urine. She made sure to pay extra special attention to the head of John’s cock, which he liked, and his taint under his balls, which he loved. He was once again rock hard. “Lift your butt,” she said. John did as he was told while she removed the soiled diaper and laid down the new one. Paula made sure everything was lined up properly before taking John’s rod into her mouth, teasing him with a few light sucks before securing the new diaper in place. John was starting to get blue balls, but there was no taming his erection after what happened next. Just as Paula finished applying the fourth and final tape across her husband’s diapered crotch, she heard a familiar voice behind her. Chapter 11 – A Friendly Run In “Paula, is that you? Paula knew who it was instantly. It was Charlene, her good friend from the bar who worked as a server. Charlene was just a couple years younger than her, single, no kids and in great shape. Paula had always thought she was hot, as did John. This time, it was Paula who was humiliated, but as she turned around to confront the situation, she decided to just be up front about it. “Hey Charlene,” she responded. “Is that John in the car, wearing a diaper?” Charlene asked incredulously. John could only bury his face in his hands. He couldn’t even cover up since the only other things in the trunk with him were his wet diaper and plastic pants. “Yes, that’s John,” Paula admitted. “Listen Charlene, I hope you can keep this between us. John would just die if anybody found out about his fetish.” John felt like he was going to pass out. “Oh, I just assumed he was incontinent. It didn’t occur to me that he just liked acting like a little baby,” said Charlene. That would’ve been a better excuse, thought Paula. “Yes, he likes acting like a baby,” continued Paula. “He likes being my little baby boy. If you had gotten here just a little earlier, you would’ve witnessed me changing his very wet diaper.” “Hey, whatever keeps the fire burning, right?” said Charlene, awkwardly. “Your secret is safe with me. See you at work tomorrow.” With that, Charlene rushed off, leaving Paula to compose herself and John on the verge of tears. He hadn’t uttered an entire word during the grownup conversation, because he felt like he couldn’t. As ashamed as he was in that moment, his cock told a different story. “Get down and get into the car,” ordered Paula. John didn’t have pants, but he also didn’t protest. Things couldn’t get any more embarrassing for him anyway. The trip around to the passenger seat took roughly five seconds and nobody was left in the lot anyway. Paula joined him in the driver’s seat just a few seconds later. Both looked at each other, smiled and then burst into laughter. This was some of the most fun they’d had in years. Chapter 12 – Some Fun On The Way Home Paula started up the car and set them in the direction home, but she wasn’t quite ready for the night to end. She reached into her husband’s diaper bag and gave him back his paci. He impatiently accepted it and began sucking right away. Moreover, he now had his hand on his diaper and was subtly trying to rub himself against the seat cushion. He desperately needed a release. That gave her an idea. “Does mommy’s baby boy need to make cummies?” she asked, already knowing the answer. John could only nod affirmative, his furrowed brow clueing her in to the blue balls in his diaper. “It’s okay,” she reassured him. “Mommy will make you feel all better very soon.” Paula was just a few miles from the house when she pulled off the main highway onto a dirt road. John wondered where he was being taken as the street lights disappeared and Paula pulled over into the darkness. “Get in the back seat,” she ordered. John didn’t need to be told twice, jumping his diapered butt into the air and hopping over the center console. Paula just laughed as she got out of the car and entered from the more dignified back door. “Someone’s impatient.” Paula sat down and patted the seat, asking John to join her. She swiftly turned him in the opposite direction and pulled him backwards onto her lap, dressed only in his Star Wars t-shirt and diaper. She lowered the left strap of her dress, releasing her breast, and pointed her nipple at John’s awaiting face. John hungrily pulled on Paula’s tit, making her moan in ecstasy. While his tongue danced circles around her areola, she lowered her right hand to his diaper, slowly stroking his cock through the padded crotch. They continued to embrace in this manner for several minutes, forming a closeness as lovers they had rarely explored before. After hearing John’s rapid breathing pattern and recognizing that she was also getting short of breath, Paula announced a position change. She instructed John to sit down in the center of the back seat. Hiking up her dress around her waist, and lowering her other strap to expose both of her full breasts, she mounted John’s diapered lap. John hastily went to back to work on his wife’s tits, now that they were at eye level, while Paula’s bald cunt grinded aggressively against the lump in his diaper. After another minute of teasing, Paula reached down and finally released John’s cock by un-taping his diaper. “Do you want to play with my toy, mommy?” John asked. “Yes, give mommy your toy,” Paula said, sliding John’s throbbing member inside her. “You make mommy feel really good baby. You’re going to make mommy have an accident of her own.” With no more than a dozen strokes, Paula was screaming with her second orgasm of the night. She grabbed her husband’s head as she impaled herself deeply over and over again on his dick. Now it was John’s turn, and she knew just what would set him off. “Grab the diaper and pull it up around us,” she shouted. John loved it when she asked for that. On the rare occasions when she did consent to diaper play, she would often throw in this move, knowing that John wanted to feel the diaper as well. This time, it was his diaper that they were sharing. Paula grabbed the pacifier and again put it in her husband’s mouth. She then leaned down, pushing her face against his and began passionately kissing his cheeks, which she knew drove him crazy. She started in on the dirty talk. Being in the middle of nowhere without another soul in sight, she could be as loud as she wanted. “Do you like it when mommy’s shares your diaper? I bet you do. You love it when mommy plays with your pee-pee. Are you going to fill up mommy with your special cummies? Be a good boy and make cummies for mommy in your diaper.” With her last words, once again emphasizing “your diaper,” John’s cock finally erupted, shooting forward a seemingly endless stream of cum into his gorgeous wife, er, mommy. Completely drained by the experience, he was surprised when Paula hopped off and reapplied his diaper tapes. “You still want me to wear it?” he asked. “No sense in letting it go to waste,” she explained. “Besides, you still don’t have any pants, and you’ll need something to get inside the house. I’ll do my best to distract her, but I can’t guarantee that she won’t catch a glimpse.” John broke into a nervous sweat. He had totally forgotten about the babysitter.

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A big thank you to everyone who reads and comments on my work and a super huge thank you to everyone who supports me through Patreon: Dannydazzler, Lena S, Jerry J, Kyle L, Kian R, Mario, Frank S, Charlie S, Alex B, P, James S, Orion F, John, Diapering Daddy, Eric C, Paul E, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, LB Iceland, Liv, Cyatommorrow, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S, James B --- Out of Their Depth By Elfy “This park better be worth it.” Jack said as he slumped against the wall. He was in one of the only spots of shade in the long queue. There must have been hundreds of people in this queue outside of “Wild Rapids”, the brand new water park that had only opened a month or so beforehand. The queue was full of kids of all ages as well as older people. The water park advertised itself as being for all ages, as well as the exciting and fast paced rides aimed at the older crowds, there was also a separate area of the park that was designed for small children. It was this area of the park that was gaining most of the media attention and it was also the reason why so many families were in the queue. “It definitely is!” Ben replied with enthusiasm, “This park is amazing.” “Have you been here before?” Jack asked. “Well… No.” Ben admitted, “But everyone says it’s really cool and super high-tech.” Jack rolled his eyes. He was not a big fan of theme parks, he hated the heat, the crowds, the overpricing and all for a few minutes on a rollercoaster. Jack wouldn’t have gone if it wasn’t for the fact that this was Ben’s 18th birthday. Even then, it had taken Ben promising to pay for Jack’s ticket for him to agree. The two of them were in the final weeks of high school and were considered to be loners of a type. In reality they were just rather introverted, they were part of a small circle of friends who had known each other for a long time. They talked with each other a lot but rarely initiated conversation with people they didn’t know. It was early in the morning and the park had only recently opened the doors but already the queue to get in was stretching as far as the boys could see behind them. They had arrived an hour earlier, much to Jack’s annoyance, but now he could see why. Jack couldn’t believe how far back the crowds stretched. He couldn’t even see the back of the queue, he wondered what it was that made this park so special. Not helping the mood of the situation was the terrific heat, with not a cloud in the sky the sun was burning down on everyone and if anyone had forgotten their sun cream they would know about it later. The queue started moving to the entrance at an agonisingly slow pace. Ben was practically bouncing up and down in excitement but Jack was just impatient and wanting it to hurry up. The longer he spent baking in the sun the more he regretted agreeing to come on this trip with Ben. “I can’t wait to see the robotic helpers.” Ben exclaimed, “I wonder if they are as lifelike as I’ve heard. They say that 90% of the park is automated!” Jack didn’t respond. He was just happy that the entrance was finally in sight. Slowly but surely they inched closer to the gate and to the promise of fun and excitement beyond. Jack had a headache from the screaming kids and knew he wouldn’t get much relief when inside, he just hoped there was a quiet corner somewhere. “I don’t believe it…” Ben suddenly said with wide eyes. He quickly hid himself behind the people in front of him in the queue. “What’s wrong?” Jack asked as Ben ducked down and looked rather crestfallen. “One of the people working the gate!” Ben whispered as if anyone else cared, “It’s Brick from school.” Jack’s eyes also went wide. Brick was obviously not the guy’s real name; his real name was in fact Bill but everyone called him by the nickname “Brick” given to him due to the fact that he was the toughest person in school and was afraid of no one. People compared getting punched by him to having a brick thrown at them! “Relax, relax…” Jack replied, “There are a bunch of gates, we probably won’t see him and even if we did, what is he going to do? Out here in public, he can’t touch us or he’ll get fired.” Ben nodded but was still clearly worried. Both of the boys, as well as their whole circle of friends, had suffered from bullying thanks to Brick but it was Ben in particular who seemed to get it the hardest. Jack understood Ben’s reservations and he too hoped to avoid that particular entrance. Fate always seems to like to play games and sure enough as they finally approached the entrance they were sorted into the queue heading straight for Brick’s turnstile. “Great…” Jack said sarcastically, “Calm down Ben, we will get in and you won’t have to worry about him.” “Well, well, well.” Came Brick’s deep voice as he saw who was walking towards him. A smile curled the lips of his rough face. “Hi Brick.” Jack said cautiously, “We don’t want any trouble.” “Trouble?” Brick asked innocently, “Whatever do you mean?” “Nothing.” Jack eventually said deciding that he didn’t want to antagonise the much larger bully. “Thought so.” Brick replied with a sneer. “Can we just get two tickets please?” Jack asked the man in the ticket booth. “Of course.” Brick didn’t intend to cause any trouble. He really couldn’t afford to; he was working at the park part-time to save up for a new car. Brick looked down at the cash register which was labelled for each of the different tickets and he suddenly came up with an idea. He suppressed an evil grin when he looked back up at the scrawny Jack and the even smaller Ben. Brick intended to make this a trip to the park that neither of them would forget. “I’ll tell you what.” Brick said as he looked up from the register with his best poker face, “I feel bad about the way I treated you both. Let me make it up to you.” “It’s OK, Brick, we just want to go inside.” Jack replied cautiously. He had experienced enough of Brick’s surprises to know he didn’t want one of them at this park. “I insist.” Brick said with his best impression of a sincere voice. Jack and Ben looked at each other with trepidation. They knew Brick couldn’t be trusted but neither of them wanted to speak up to tell him no. “Ali!” Brick called out behind him causing another young man to run over, “Look after the booth for a few minutes.” Brick walked out of the ticketing booth and beckoned for Jack and Ben to follow him around the outside perimeter of the park. Jack and Ben were both nervous but felt too overawed by the bully to say no. Maybe the guy did want to make some amends, maybe they would get the line skipping VIP experience. Jack was the first to move and he hopped over the barrier and started following Brick. Not wanting to be left alone, Ben ignored his gut feeling and started following his best friend. “I really don’t like this.” Ben whispered to Jack when he caught up. They were several feet away from Brick and felt confident that he couldn’t hear them. “Relax.” Jack said. He tried to project confidence but his voice wavered slightly, “What could he possibly do in front of all these people?” Ben thought that he could think of more than a few things that Brick might do to them but he kept his mouth quiet in fear of being heard. They walked for a few minutes. Slowly the loud noises from the crowd faded away as the boys followed Brick around the large perimeter. It was just as Jack was about to speak up and ask where they were being taken when Brick finally stopped and took a key out of his pocket. He started unlocking a non-descript door and motioned for Jack and Ben to follow him. “This is just a back entrance.” Brick assured the boys when he saw them hesitating, “Go through here and tell the person at the other end that Brick sent you, he can give you both the special treatment.” “R-Really?” Ben asked in disbelief. He had been quiet until now but he couldn’t help but speak up. The promise of special treatment intrigued Ben despite the fear of what that meant. “Yeah.” Brick said, “We get to give out a few VIP passes a month and I have no one else to give them to. You might as well use them.” “I don’t trust him.” Ben whispered in Jack’s ear as Brick spoke. “Man, we should just go for it.” Jack replied, “Skipping the queues will save so much time. We could go on all the rides and then get home with some of the day still left.” “But it’s Brick!” Ben replied earnestly, “We can’t tru-” “Thank you very much.” Jack replied loudly to Brick and he walked through the gate. Ben bit his bottom lip and shook his head but followed his friend in. Whether good or bad, he couldn’t let Jack go in alone, Ben had nowhere else to go now anyway since they had obviously lost their spot in the entrance queue. “I hope you both have an unforgettable time.” Brick said as Ben walked past. The statement seemed so suspicious that Ben was going to turn around and maybe not go into the entrance but the door was already closed and Ben heard the key turn in the lock securing the gate yet again. Ben and Jack were left in a very strange part of the park. There was a tall wooden fence to both the left and right of the path. It was imposing and the walls went so high that it created a very dark and shaded area. The sounds of splashing and laughing children died away. It was as if this little pathway was in a totally different realm to everything around it. “Brick!” Jack yelled, “Come back!” There was no response from the other side of the heavy door and as far as Jack and Ben knew they had been left completely alone. The dark path had only one other doorway and it was at the other end of the alley. Jack, realising Brick was not going to return, started walking down the shaded pathway. At least it was a little cooler in all this shade even if it seemed incredibly dodgy. “You’re not going to just walk through there are you?” Ben asked incredulously as Jack started towards the doorway at the other end of the path. “Where else are we going to go?” Jack asked back with a shrug, “Come on… I mean, Brick is a bully but this isn’t school. He can’t do whatever he wants here and get away with it.” Ben cautiously followed Jack to the other end of the alley. He had a really bad feeling about this but saw no other option. Brick had locked the door at the other end and had given them little choice but to take the only other exit. The other door was marked “Staff Only” and was set into the back of a large building. Nothing from the outside gave a hint as to what the inside would hold, it looked very non-descript but also very large. When they reached the door they found it was unlocked already and it creaked open when given a small push. The room inside was very cosy looking with a large television and lots of couches. There was one single person sitting on one of the couches who was reading a newspaper and looked up when the two boys entered. “What are you doing here?” The uniformed man asked rather authoritatively, “This is a staff only area.” “Brick sent us?” Jack said with little confidence as Ben hid behind him. Maybe Brick had set them up to get in trouble after all. “Brick?” The man asked in confusion. “Bill. He works on the gate.” Jack clarified as he remembered that Brick probably didn’t use his nickname at work, “He said he would arrange for us to get some special treatment. We know him from school.” “Right…” The man on the couch said as he stood up, “Give me a minute.” The man retreated around the corner of the room where he could still keep an eye on the two intruders and grabbed the radio from his waist. He fiddled with the dial to change the frequency before raising it to his mouth. “Turnstiles this is Alan, over.” The employee said quietly so as to keep the boys in the dark about what was happening until he could check out their story. Jack and Ben stood awkwardly near the door they had come through and started to really hope that they hadn’t been set up. Trespassing at a major park like this could get them in some real trouble. “This is turnstiles.” Crackled the voice at the other end of the radio. “Is Bill there?” Alan asked. “This is Bill, what’s up?” Brick’s voice came through so loud and clear that Alan had to turn the volume down on the radio so that they weren’t overheard by the two trespassers. “Did you send a couple of guys down to the staff room?” Alan asked the bully on the gate. “Yeah, yeah…” Brick replied, “Hold on a minute.” Alan listened to the sounds of Brick moving away from the crowd of people until the only thing coming through the radio was static. “I want you to give them “The Treatment.”” Brick said quietly. It was an innocuous sentence but one that caused Alan to wince. “Are you sure?” Alan asked hesitantly, “I mean… If we get caught, we could get worse than just fired.” “Do I need to remind you of three months ago?” Brick hissed threateningly, “The scumbag who was hitting your Mom. You came to me and I dealt with it, we got the blackmail pictures and now he isn’t a problem.” “I know…” Alan said as he put his hand to his forehead. “Well, now I want you to do the same to my two friends here.” Brick continued, ”It’s already all set up. You just need to start the process.” Alan didn’t respond. “Do you hear me?” Brick said, “If you don’t do it the police may find some interesting evidence about what you did to your Mom’s ex-boyfriend.” “But that was you!” Alan tried to keep his voice down but he was getting understandably upset. “The photos make things look a bit different.” Brick hinted. “Fine.” Alan said angrily, “I’ll do it but after this we are even.” Alan put the radio back on his belt and took a moment to compose himself. Everything Brick had said was true, Alan had asked Brick to find a way to make the man disappear and by using blackmail Brick had done just that. Alan had assumed it was all over after that but now Brick was calling in the favour. Alan angrily cursed his own idiocy for talking to the bully in the first place. Shaking himself to regain his composure, Alan walked back into the main room to find Jack and Ben still awkwardly standing by the door. He felt bad for them, he had no idea what these guys had done to evoke Brick’s anger but it didn’t really matter. Alan had no alternative but to do as Brick had asked. “Follow me.” Alan said with a sigh. “Everything’s alright?” Jack asked. He had to admit to some surprise, “We get special VIP treatment and stuff?” “Sure.” Alan said with a forced smile, “Just follow me.” Jack looked at Ben and both boys smiled. Maybe Brick wasn’t such a bad guy after all, maybe he was really doing them a favour.

I’ve become a DL as the result of long-term incontinence. However, I wear only plain diapers. Diapers with babyish prints are a bit of a turn-off for me.

White on the outside, yellow on the inside and once in a great while maybe some brown inside as well.

Lots of times I read forum posts from members who are interested in bringing the AB/DL lifestyle into the forefront so the public will be more understanding and realize we are not a bunch of weird pedofile sex freaks who mess around with children. We would do ourselves a WHOLE lot of good with the public by letting underage kids and teens in here! NOT!

I've moved Issue 2 to after the new expanded Issue 1

great start, i hope the babysitter sees his diaper

I would definately take advantage of the situation but have the diapers shipped to a UPS store or a FedEx center.

Not a good idea at all. The legal ramifications of adults interacting with minors on a fetish/sex board, even if the internt gods would let you, would ensnare any entity in a web that is so tangled and complex that we would lose the whole ABDL internet structure. Nobody of any intelligence or sanity would go near the sites that allow the interaction for fear of being caught up in it. It did not take long for DPF to go under once they started publishing letters from minors and allowing general interaction between adults and minors. They started to include minors but in a very restricted way, then the restrictions were loosened and it was not long before they were gone. DD also lost people when the tiger underwear and related things came up about a decade ago

I believe pubescent or young teens need this resource more then ANYONE. Its so confusing when you are young. Sadly, our society is so freakin nuts over this magic age of 18 and pedophiles online that it makes it dangerous for anyone to host something like that. By the way, legal age is still 16 in some states, and for a good reason. Oh, and a study was conducted by 50 state attorney generals and search engine operators.....Guess what? They found kids are NOT meeting adults online for sex. SURPRISE! Adults do meet Adult Cops online There are good LGBT sites for kids, but I doubt they get much into diapers. Could probably be done, but in today's hysteria it would have to be a carefully run separate site I think. Too bad.

It will indeed! It will save me delving through lots of old files. I will get on with it on Wednesday. Thankyou!

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A big thank you to all my Patrons: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Lena S, Britnee L, Sith, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, Cameron, Cole T, Dorian G, LB Iceland, BabyBB, J Land, Tim F, Cvsflip105, P74_1986, Chris B, Ron N, Jerry J, Frank S, Charlie S, P, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, THomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, James B, A Random Patreon, Tsidt, Eric C, Ben R, C Dom, Lin J, Ben F, Liv, Cyatommorrow, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S --- Immediately, the robot caretakers began shepherding the kids to various parts of the room and before long toys and activities were being set up everywhere. It was loud and it was chaos as the children ran around like bats out of Hell. In the middle of the room, utterly mortified to be in the position they were in, Jack and Ben watched as the room filled up. If they thought their situation was bad before it was now ten times worse. The boys were obviously attracting attention from some of the kids who could clearly see the older boys in the room. “This can’t be happening.” Jack whispered as he stood next to Ben. He could hear the crinkling around his waist and noted with a pang of embarrassment that most of the kids weren’t padded. The robot caretakers were now moving rapidly around the room and chasing the little kids who were slowly being brought under control at various different stations that each had a different activity. “The technology ith thtunning…” Ben lisped. “Can you stop admiring this horrible place and start devising a way out.” Jack angrily hissed, “You know computers… What’s going on here?” Ben thought about what he was seeing and tried to make an educated guess as to what was going on. It had to be some computer software. Obviously Brick or his lackey had altered the settings and the automated system running the place saw them as little more than helpless toddlers. There must be no human supervision, Ben reasoned, otherwise that supervision would have come to help them. “Are you wearing a diaper?” came a small voice suddenly behind Jack. Jack spun around and looked down to see a very young girl with her head tilted and smiling up at him. “I… Well… Maybe but…” Jack could feel the redness rising in his cheeks and his frustration rose with it, “Oh, shut up, kid!” Almost immediately, the little girl who couldn’t have been much older than six-years-old burst into tears. Jack’s eyes went wide and he looked at Ben as if looking for support. Ben just shrugged and almost immediately one of the caretakers hurried over to see what was happening. “I swear I didn’t-” Jack started. “Quiet.” The nursery robot said cutting the young man off, “Sally, what happened?” “He… He… He yelled at me!” Sally tearfully answered as she ran behind the nanny’s metal legs and hugged them, “He told me to shut up!” What happened next was very swift. One of the robot’s mechanical arms suddenly reached and securely grabbed Jack’s wrist. Jack didn’t have time to react and his eyes flew wide open as he wordlessly shook his head in useless denial. Jack was swiftly pulled over to a nearby chair. The robot sat down and pulled Jack over it’s lap. Jack only realised what was about to happen at the last moment and he started pleading just as the first swat hit his padded backside. Smack. Smack. Smack. The hits came raining down on Jack’s diaper and he was left in shock at what was happening. He could feel his eyes filling with tears, not because of pain but because of humiliation. He could see that a lot of the kids in the room were watching what was happening with curious looks. He saw Ben who was trying to look away from the embarrassment but his friend kept looking back as curiosity won the battle in his brain. Eventually the spanking ended and Jack was released. Despite the padding around his waist he rubbed his sore bottom as he walked back over to Ben whose eyes were as wide as dishes. “Are you OK!?” Ben asked when Jack came back over. Jack didn’t say anything. He was worried that opening his mouth would open the floodgates of tears, instead he rubbed his eyes as nonchalantly as possible and just nodded his head. He felt a lump in his throat and looked at the Robo-Nanny with a very sullen face. “They can’t get away with thith…” Ben lisped around the pacifier as he looked around the room, “Thith ith inthane. Forget getting them fired we thould get them arrethted.” Ben and Jack suddenly noticed all the kids were running to the back of the room where a door had opened up and a bunch of the robotic caretakers were stood. The kids were in some semblance of a line and seemed eager to pass through. There was a lot of excited shouting. “I think we have to go with them.” Jack said quietly. Ben looked sideways at Jack and then followed his gaze behind him where the remaining robotic nannies were looking at them. Ben nodded and took the first step forward, he blushed mightily as he heard the crinkling coming from the diaper and locking pants that he was wearing. He just prayed that wherever they were taken, it would remain private. This was bad enough but if word got out about what had happened here Jack and Ben would have to move to the other side of the country just to get away from the laughter! The two boys joined the back of the line and were the last to reach the front. They were still getting a lot of funny looks and giggles from the children around them so they tried to keep their distance as much as possible. “Lift up your arms.” The robot at the head of each queue said when the boys reached the front. They did as they were told and found a cold, thick liquid squirted on their chest and back. Before being able to react, the robots reached forward and rubbed the liquid into their skin. It covered all of them… Legs, arms, chest, back and face. The robots only stopped when every inch of the two boys were covered up. It was clearly sun tan lotion which didn’t seem so bad at first. It was only when Ben thought about the implication that he realised the problem. If they were being smothered in sun tan lotion, then they must be going to be exposed to the sun. They were being taken outside. They were forced forward though. The robotic caretakers allowed no room to retreat back into the main room and they pressed forward forcing Ben and Jack to continue out of the door. Shielding their eyes from the suddenly blinding light, Jack and Ben stepped into a walled off outside area. Already it was loud from the excitable kids, there was little area for shade and it felt more like a prison yard than a place of fun to the diapered 18-year-olds. There were tall walls on either side so that no one could see into the play area. There was one small pool with a lot of the very young children in and a bigger pool that the slightly older kids were jumping into. There were a variety of slides and other activities dotted around, screaming children were climbing all over everything and running around like maniacs. Keeping an eye on them were more robots, the ones out here looked exactly the same except for the letters “LG” painted in red on their chest. It presumably stood for “Life Guard.” Despite all the children having fun, it felt sinister. It just felt so unnatural and rather than fun, the boys’ first emotion was fear. The high walls meant isolation and containment, it was quite ominous even if the kids didn’t seem to care at all. “Take a drink.” Came a voice from beside the boys causing them to turn their heads. Just outside the door they had just stepped through was a table with another of the robots behind it. On the table were various drinks. Some were in baby bottles, some were in sippy cups and others were regular cartons with straws. Ben and Jack approached the table slowly and reached out for two of the cartons. It was the least infantile of a bad selection, hardly ideal but in the heat they would need some kind of drink. As they both reached out, the robot behind the table grabbed hold of their wrists. They looked up and it slowly moved their hands across to the bottles. They were clearly supposed to take an age appropriate drink and the robots, for whatever reason, thought they were in the most infantile group. Deciding the point wasn’t worth fighting over, Jack picked up one of the bottles and then handed another one to Ben. He scowled at the robot behind the table but didn’t otherwise protest. He started walking away from the table but Ben stayed rooted to the spot. “I can’t drink with thith.” Ben lisped to the robot around the soother still tied to his mouth. The robot stared at him for a second and Ben stared back with narrowed and angry eyes. Ben was just starting to wonder if the robot planned to do anything when he suddenly felt the gag slacken off. Ben pulled it out of his mouth and put it on the table, he looked behind him just in time to see another of the caretakers walking away from him. “Thanks.” Ben said sarcastically as he rubbed his jaw. He quickly moved away from the table and ran up next to Jack again. Jack looked at the bottle without appetite when Ben arrived alongside him. The two of them stuck out like sore thumbs in amongst the crowds of screaming children and babies. It was loud, it was hot and it was annoying. That wasn’t even to mention the humiliation of being padded and chained up. “This is bullshit.” Ben said as he caught up with Jack, “What are we going to do?” “Don’t worry.” Jack replied, “You see that lifeguard robot thing over on that chair? He looks a bit different to the rest, maybe whatever glitch is causing these robots to think we are just babies won’t affect the ones out here.” “You think this is a glitch?” Ben asked, “Me and you differ on that idea.” Ben was sceptical but with a lack of promising alternatives he just shrugged his shoulders and went along with his friend’s plan. He was sure Brick had something to do with this though. Things like this don’t just happen. “But first…” Jack said as he stopped and looked down, “We should grab some of those towels, wrap it around us and try to get these stupid diapers off.” Jack and Ben walked over to the towel racks and tried to break the chains on their plastic underwear. They pulled, they twisted and they did everything they could to free themselves of their restraints but found it impossible to break the metal. Even the cloth material was proving to be very sturdy and wouldn’t rip. “What is this stuff made from?” Jack asked as he pulled his hands away without having made any impact on the underwear, “I can’t break it!” “I have no idea.” Ben replied as he also gave up. “Screw it…” Jack said. Jack strode purposefully over to the robot sitting on a chair and staring at the swimming pool in front of it. Ben followed meekly behind, he looked around at everyone else in this area and blushed. He could see groups of small kids staring at him and Jack and he couldn’t blame them, they stuck out incredibly against all the little kids. “Excuse me…” Jack said to the robot. He tried to sound strong but his voice wavered just a little bit. The lifeguard robot didn’t respond, it didn’t even move and Jack had no clear idea if it had even heard him. “Excuse me!” Jack repeated, this time with more urgency and volume, “There’s been a mistake here. Me and my friend, we aren’t kids… We don’t need to be here; we should be in the main park.” “Scanning.” The lifeguard didn’t turn away from the pool but a small metal flap opened on the side of his head. Jack and Ben stood still as they were creepily stared at by this unexpected camera. After just a few seconds the flap folded back down and it was as if nothing had happened. “There is no mistake.” The lifeguard said in the same monotone voice, “You are 18 months old and are receiving correct care.” “This is mad!” Jack shouted, “Look at us. We are not little kids!” “Stop shouting.” The lifeguard ordered as Jack got right up into it’s metal face. “Or what?” Jack asked threateningly. “You will be punished.” The robot replied without emotion. “Punished?” Jack looked at Ben and laughed, “How is this for punishment…” Jack swung his fist back and started bringing it forwards. It looked like he was going to strike the lifeguard in the face when all of a sudden he felt his arm get stopped in mid-air. Jack looked to the side to see the robot had, in a flash, extended his own hand out and grabbed Jack. Ben sighed. He could see where this was going before even Jack could. He watched as the lifeguard pulled Jack across it’s lap and started wailing on his behind with it’s gloved hand. Jack yelped with each and every spank as the robot punished Jack for his disobedience. Ben tried to hide his own battle that was going on at the same moment. Turning around, Ben did something he never thought he would do and relaxed his body. A small trickle of warm urine soon came out and started warming the front of his diaper. He blushed but closed his eyes until the stream finally ended and turned back around just in time to see Jack climbing off of the robot’s lap. “Well that didn’t work.” Jack said when he got back to Ben. Ben was a bit nervous that somehow his friend would know what he had done so he didn’t say anything. His eyes darted around the pool area. “Are you OK?” Jack asked his distracted friend. “What? Oh, yeah. I’m fine…” Ben replied as he felt the warm area of his diaper spreading between his legs. He certainly hoped the diaper wouldn’t leak, if there was one thing that would make this more embarrassing, that would be it. Ben could feel the warmth all over his diaper and he was almost certain it was going to leak. There was no way he could let Jack see him leaking, he had to think of something to hide what was happening. Looking around there was only one thing he saw that he felt could help him. Despite having second thoughts, Ben took a couple of steps towards the small child’s pool and jumped in. The water was pleasant and warm. “What the hell are you doing!?” Jack asked as Ben surfaced in the shallow water. He couldn’t understand why his friend would suddenly try to join in with the infants like this. “I’m, erm…” Ben had to think of an excuse. Saying that he had jumped in the pool to hide the fact that he had soaked his diaper would be no good, “Well, we are stuck here, right? Might as well make the best of it.” Jack gave Ben a quizzical look but he understood where he was coming from. They were stuck in this baby area of the park for the moment and there was really nothing either of them would be able to do to get out. With a sigh, Jack gently lowered himself in the warm water. It barely went above his belly button so he squatted down. The more of his body that was under the waterline the better. “Pretty good thinking, Ben.” Jack said, “It’s less obvious how much we stick out like this.” Ben smiled and sighed a silent sigh of relief. He was delighted that the real reason he had jumped into the pool remained hidden. The baby pool was rather sparsely populated. There weren’t many people in it besides Jack and Ben so they started doing some lengths, splashing each other and generally having some fun. The few other babies in the water each had a robotic guard helping them. Ben theorised that because he and Jack had displayed good swimming technique that the lifeguards didn’t bother them. A small mercy in an otherwise traumatic day. The two boys even ended up enjoying themselves a little bit. Once they were in the water it was quite easy to forget that they were trapped, it felt almost like a regular day at the swimming pool. They had a few races and played some other games as they attempted to make do with what they had. It was just after Jack had suddenly raised his head from the water after winning a contest with Ben to see who could hold their breath the longest that he realised all the other kids were being gathered together near the entrance of the building. “Where are they going?” Ben asked when Jack had got his breath back. “Come on, babies.” One of the robot nannies said, “Time for lunch.” “It’s lunch time already?” Ben said with shock. They had clearly lost track of time with all the fun they had been having. He started wading towards the edge of the pool when he felt Jack grab his arm. “Wait a minute…” Jack said. His eyes were narrowed and it seemed he had a plan. “What?” Ben asked in confusion. “What if we just stay in the pool?” Jack asked his friend hypothetically, “We’ve seen nothing which suggests they can make us get out.” “You don’t think they will be able to get us out one way or another?” Ben asked sceptically. “I don’t know.” Admitted Jack, “But it seems worth the test.” Ben wasn’t sure. He didn’t think these robots would let him just stay in the pool but maybe Jack was right. Like prisoners of war they had a duty to resist, anything was worth a try because going back in the main room with all the kids would only bring further misery. “Fine.” Ben conceded, “We’ll try things your way.” Both Ben and Jack folded their arms in front of their chests and presented a show of defiance to the machine that was still waiting for them to get out. It stared at them with it’s unblinking gaze for a full minute before it decided the boys were ignoring the request. Ben and Jack were just starting to think their plan of staying put was going to work when their hopes were suddenly and completely dashed. The boys felt the bottom of the pool vibrating and, very suddenly, small holes opened up all over the bottom. They looked down in confusion as all the water was drained out of the pool within a minute and left Jack and Ben standing in on the floor of the shallow, empty pool. It was quickly becoming clear that there wasn’t a scenario this place wasn’t ready to handle. With a great shuddering that knocked Ben and Jack off of their feet, the bottom of the pool began to lift up. The floor literally raising up until it was level with the ground outside of the pool. Both of the boys felt their saturated diapers leak some of the huge amounts of water they had sucked up. As Ben and Jack were raised up on the floor of the pool, they felt their padded bottoms squishing, both of them had fallen as the pool raised up and the water that had been absorbed into their underwear was squeezed back out. They dripped a lot as they slowly started trying to get back to their feet. When the pool bottom stopped rising and it was level of the ground around it and the boys were left wondering what would happen next. When they saw the life guards around the pool start advancing on them they felt another swell of panic. “Run!” Jack yelled with wild eyes. Jack and Ben scrambled to their feet and looked around for somewhere that they could go. The whole place looked like an impenetrable fortress, the walls were high and solid. “There!” Ben pointed over to a corner that was partially hidden. He could just make out a fire exit sign and that meant an emergency exit. It would mean potentially getting seen by many dressed like a baby but they had to get out one way or another. In their adrenaline filled bodies, they felt like they could run so fast that no one would even notice their strange attire. The boys could each feel their soaked diapers hang low between their legs as they ran as fast as they could towards the exit. Jack, being the more athletic of the two, was the first to reach the door and he began pulling on the handle as hard as he could. The door budged slightly but it was far too heavy to move alone. “Ben, help!” Jack yelled as Ben caught up and grabbed the handle as well. The two of them pulled on the door desperately but found it was immovable. It didn’t stop them trying though and they continued pulling on the door like their lives depended on it. Just beyond the door they could hear people running around and having fun, escape was tantalisingly close and yet this door just wouldn’t open for them. What kind of emergency exit couldn’t be easily opened? “Help!” Jack shouted through the tiny crack in the door, “We’re tra-” Jack was suddenly cut off when he felt something hit the back of his knees and caused him to fall backwards. At almost the same time, Ben felt a similar problem and fell backwards too. Both boys landed in what seemed like chairs at first but they sank down into them. “What the…” Ben exclaimed as he looked down. The straps on the chair wrapped around the boy and he looked across to see Jack having similar issues. By the time the straps were done up, both boys were very securely held down. Ben shuddered as he felt himself pushed further down into the seat of the chair. He could feel some of the water absorbed by his diaper earlier get squeezed out from the pressure. It was only when the chairs started moving, on their own power, towards the nursery room that Ben realised that the chairs had wheels. It was then that he put all the parts of the equation together and he realised these were a pair of very large strollers. Ben watched as Jack was wheeled past him. Jack was struggling as he always did but it was no use and the chair automatically began carrying him back to the main room. Ben’s chair followed close behind, unlike Jack he didn’t put up much of a fight. He knew it was a pointless endeavour, he just let the stroller take him where it wanted to go. When the boys re-entered the nursery they were shocked to see that much of the room had changed. All the toys and activities had been put away and the floor space was now covered in cribs and small beds on one side and tables on the other. Ben blushed when all the kids in the room turned to face him as he was wheeled back in. The robotic caretakers were very busy preparing and dishing out the food that was being served. The strollers paused for a brief second and then started taking both Ben and Jack over to the feeding area. Ben felt his stomach drop when he was rolled past the tables that a majority of the children sat at and was taken towards the high chair area. In hindsight it seemed inevitable but as he and Jack were taken to the most infantile seating it felt like another deep humiliation. The other children were all excitedly babbling as Jack and Ben were lifted out of the strollers and dropped into the high chairs. The straps which had wrapped around them in the push chairs had stayed on them, constricting their movement and holding the boys’ arms at their sides. As the trays were lowered and locked, both of the boys were trapped and watched the strollers rapidly reverse out of the nursery to wherever it was they had come from. They weren’t distracted for long though as two bowls of mush were placed in front of them. It didn’t look very appetising but that seemed to make no difference to the robots who were positioning themselves with spoons. “I’m not eating this…” Jack said immediately. “You will eat your lunch.” The robot in front of him replied firmly. “I’m a fucking adult not a…” Jack was suddenly cut off. Jack’s high chair suddenly moved in a way that forced Jack to lean forwards. The seat sloped down, the tray moved further away and the back of the chair folded down on itself. As the bowl of food slid forward the robot with the spoon picked it up as another positioned itself behind the suddenly flailing boy. Jack was left bent over and stuck. Ben knew exactly what was about to happen. Spank… Spank… Spank… For the third time that day, Jack found himself being spanked firmly on the rear. He yelped with each hit as the rest of the dining area fell silent to watch. He was going very red in his bent over position and his eyes had tears in them. Thankfully, the spanking was short and soon the chair had reassembled itself and his food was placed back on the tray. Ben felt embarrassed for his friend. Their cold and soaked diapers were starting to get uncomfortable now and he just wanted to eat and get it over with. Jack looked very upset as he sat back up straight with a red face and tearful eyes. “Are you alright?” Ben asked his friend. “Just… Shut up…” Jack replied. His voice shook slightly and he sniffed loudly. He was doing his best to stop himself from blubbering like a baby.

Take care of your family, Mikey. It's the most important.

Here is the second part of "Out of Their Depth" which has been available on my Patreon for the last week. For $5 you can get early access to my stories and for $10 you can get access to exclusive stories. There are other rewards and tiers you can support me at as well and they can all be found on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A big thank you to everyone who reads my stories and comments on them but an extra special big thank you to those who support me financially: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Lena S, Jerry J, Kyle L, Kian R, Mario, Frank S, Charlie S, Alex B, P, James S, Orion F, John, Diapering Daddy, Eric C, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Diapcapo, Butters11, Ben F, LB Iceland, Liv, Cyatommorrow, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S, James B --- Jack lead the way as usual as he and Ben followed Alan through a door to the side of the staff room and started walking down the hallway. Alan kept up a fast pace and Jack and Ben had to walk quickly just to keep up. Ben was feeling very nervous as he followed the park employee deeper and deeper into the building. He had no idea what was going on or where they were going. Wouldn’t VIP treatment just mean getting passes that allowed them to skip the queues? Eventually, after passing through a maze of doorways and corridors, Alan paused outside one door in particular. It was at the end of the corridor and there was also a door to the right. “You just need to go through here.” Alan said as he turned to the two boys, “Everything you need is just through there.” Jack immediately put his hand on the door to push it open but felt Ben’s hand on his other shoulder. He turned around and saw Ben’s nervous face. Jack sighed in slight annoyance, he loved Ben but sometimes he couldn’t stand Ben’s eternal timidity. “Don’t worry about it, Ben.” Jack said as he shrugged off Ben’s hand, “You were the one who wanted to come here so let’s do things in style.” Jack pushed open the door and walked through. Ben followed with some trepidation, he was worried of what might be coming but he was even more scared of being left alone. As Ben walked over the threshold he frowned in surprise. He looked around the room and couldn’t work out why he and Jack had been taken here. He was about to speak up and ask when he suddenly heard a slam behind him. Both he and Jack spun around to see the door they had just walked past get slammed closed and locked. The door fit in so well with the white walls around it that once it was closed it was almost impossible to tell there was a door there at all. “Hey!” Ben shouted. He quickly tried to pry the door open again but it was pointless, it was clearly locked and not designed to open from the inside. “Sorry…” Alan shouted from the other side. His voice was very muffled, “I have to do this.” “Do what!?” Jack shouted back. When there was no response he slammed his fist against the door in frustration. Ben stepped into the room a bit and started looking around at the strange place they were now trapped in. The room was square in shape but with a high curved ceiling almost like a dome. The walls curved into the ceiling with no discernible point where one became another. It was like a sphere that had been cut in half. The carpet was a dark grey colour and the walls/ceiling were white. The room was far from bland or empty though as there were a lot of colourful objects and things dotted all over the room. It was these objects that made Ben’s eyes fly wide. “Jack?” Ben asked hesitantly as he continued to look out into the room. “Not now.” Jack said back through gritted teeth before shouting, “Come back! Let us out!” Ben walked further into the room and frowned at everything he was seeing. There were small tables everywhere with activities on them. Colouring books, Lego, soft toys, an easy bake oven… The room was full of toys for people a lot younger than Ben and Jack. At the back of the room was what looked like a baby’s changing table and also a bunch of cribs and small fold out beds. They were all neatly made and ready for use. There was a kitchen area to the right that had everything you would expect in a modern kitchen and just in front of it were a collection of high chairs and small tables and chairs. It was all very colourful. “Whoa…” Ben gasped as his eyes fell on a strange clear tube next to the kitchen. There were clear glass tubes dotted against the walls all over the sides of the room and Ben walked slowly forward towards one now. “Let us out!” Jack screamed behind Ben, “For fuck’s sake, you can’t lock us in a room and leave us here!” Ben walked over to the nearest tube and stared open-mouthed at it. This was what had attracted Ben to the park in the first place, the super advanced robots that ran certain areas of the theme park. The young adult pressed his face to the glass and looked at the mechanical person in wonder. It was quite lifelike and yet unmistakably mechanical. There was more than a hint of uncanny valley about the way it looked, it gave Ben the creeps. “I’m sorry!” Alan yelled through the door, “I don’t have a choice…” Alan pulled away from the door and, with his head hanging low, he walked through another door into the room next to the main one. He could see the two unfortunate visitors on the security cameras and through the one-way mirror. He sighed as he walked over to the computer and logged into the system. He had to get this sorted before anyone else arrived, it became a lot more complicated with more people in the room. Whilst waiting for the computer to boot up, Alan watched the two unfortunate guys on the security cameras. Alan had no idea what those two had done to get Brick mad at them but this was just the worst thing Alan could imagine. His mind went back to when they did this to his mom’s boyfriend and he shuddered. “Two people detected.” The computer finally said as it finished the scan. This computer was one of the most advanced computers in the world. It could basically run the park on its own if it had to. Frankly, it was quite scary to Alan who used it on an almost daily basis. He worried about what this thing was truly capable of doing. “Detect age.” Alan said out loud into the microphone. “16-25.” The computer responded. It was designed to detect all sorts of different life signs to determine a rough age. It was rarely wrong. “Change age status of detected people.” Alan commanded producing a very brief loading screen from the computer. “Please enter new age.” The computer responded. “18… Months.” Alan said with hesitation. He closed his eyes as he said it, he knew what he had just done and he knew that reversing the process now would be very difficult. “Confirmed.” The computer responded. “Good luck…” Alan said quietly as he watched the two boys on the monitor. He turned away before seeing what came next he was fully aware of what the fully automated nursery would do and he didn’t want to watch. --- “Well this is great…” Jack said sarcastically as he turned to face the room, “What do we do now?” “I know where are.” Ben finally said as he looked away from the robot and glanced once again at all the other objects in the room. “Where are we then?” Jack asked impatiently. “The nursery.” Ben answered simply, “One of this park’s most famous features is it’s fully automated nurseries. Parents drop their little brats off in here and then go off and enjoy themselves.” “So how do we get out?” Jack asked as he looked at one of the imposing robots. “Well… I guess, the robots will come online and will see we aren’t babies.” Ben theorised, “Then they will let us our… Hopefully…” As if on cue there was suddenly some whirring noises coming from around the room and each of the tubes started showing signs of life. The tubes began opening with a whooshing noise similar to the sound of sliding doors in all those science fiction films. The robot in the tube nearest the boys opened its eyes and stepped out. It was remarkably lifelike, the only two things that gave away the fact that it wasn’t a person was the rather dead look in its face and the mechanical way in which it moved. It moved with precision, there was no human error, it knew exactly what it was doing and right now it was locking its sights on the two people in its room. “Hello. My name is Nanny Abigail.” The robot said. Its voice was remarkably human-like, “What are your names?” “Erm, I’m Ben.” Ben said as he looked into the rather creepy face, “And this is Jack. There’s been some kind of mistake, we aren’t suppo-” Ben was cut off as the robot took a step forwards and with no apparent difficulty it picked Ben and held him against her chest in the way a mother would hold a small child. At virtually the same time another robot did the same to Jack. All around the room more and more of these machines were coming to life. “What’s happening!?” Jack yelled as he was lifted up effortlessly by another very human-like robot. “Put me down!” Ben yelled as he tried to force his way out of the impossibly strong grip. “Calm down, children.” Nanny Abigail said, “You must be properly dressed.” The two boys were carried over to two of the changing tables and placed down on their flat but soft surface. Both Jack and Ben wriggled and struggled to free themselves. Every time they half crawled off of the table, the Nanny-bots picked them back up and laid them back down. They both shouted for help but none was forthcoming. “You are being unruly.” The Nanny-bots said simultaneously. A couple of the other robots walked over to the tables and assisted in holding the boys down. Their wrists were held above their heads with the same strong grip that the boys were unable to escape before. More Nanny-bots grabbed their ankles and held them splayed open. The Nanny-bots were clearly experienced with unruly children as they quite expertly undressed Jack and Ben. Firstly, their shoes and socks were pulled off, then their shirts were removed leaving them bare chested on the changing tables. The Nanny-bots were very careful to maintain a strong grip on the guys as they moved themselves to efficiently take their clothes off. “Stop!” Ben yelled as he continued to pull against the strong grip. “Brick!” Jack yelled as loudly as he could, “Let us out!” Ben’s eyes flew wide open as he now felt his pants and underwear pulled down and removed from his body. He gasped in shock at being suddenly naked and felt a deep red colour raising in his face. He glanced over to the other table and saw that Jack was now similarly naked and seemed to be in shock as well. “No!” Ben shouted. He started screaming incoherently until he suddenly felt his mouth filled by a strange rubbery feeling. Ben’s eyes had been closed and he now opened them to find one of the Nanny-bot’s placing a large baby blue pacifier in his mouth. The pacifier was attached to a strap that went around his head and Ben heard a small click as the pacifier suddenly got a little tighter, it didn’t take Ben long to realise that it had just been locked to his head to shut him up. He tried to shout but now found his voice was left much quieter by the rubber pacifier. Jack, who had been looking over at his friend saw the pacifier and quickly stopped making a noise when he saw the Nanny-bot’s looking at him in a similar way. His eyes were filled with tears but he willed himself to keep his composure. He didn’t want a pacifier strapped to him. The Nanny-bots at the feet of the changing tables reached down and brought up a couple of disposable diapers. They were moving almost in unison and when the diapers were held up the two boy’s hearts sank. After seeing everything else, it kind of made sense that the diapers were being brought out but it didn’t make it any easier to accept. Ben silently shook his head and felt tears fall down the sides of his face as the diaper was unfolded. Jack made sure to remain quiet but he gritted his teeth and tried to break the strong grip that kept him held against the table. The diapers were just like baby diapers in design. They were white and had happy little pictures of smiling fish and submarines on them, appropriate for where they were. The diapers had two tapes at either side and appeared to be covered in a thick outer plastic. “Upsy daisy!” The Nanny-bot’s said simultaneously. Jack whimpered as both his and Ben’s legs were picked up and lifted above the boy’s heads leaving them both very exposed. His cheeks blazed red as he looked to the side and saw Ben in the same position and looking back at him with tears in his eyes. The boys were lowered back down and could feel the softer padding placed directly under their butts. Before they were able to offer any protests the front of the disposable diapers was pulled up between their legs and taped closed. It was clear straight away that the diapers wouldn’t be easily ignored. They crinkled loudly with the slightest movement and although they weren’t too thick they certainly would be noticeable between their legs. “Take theth off!” Ben lisped around his pacifier gag as his face blushed a deep red. “This is ridiculous!” Jack added, “We are adults! Let us go!” “Stop resisting.” The Nanny-bots replied, “This is for your own good.” Ben and Jack continued trying to pull free with renewed vigour. They strained and twisted their bodies but it was all to no use. The only thing it seemed to do was make the Nanny-bots change their plans. They paused for a moment before moving again, a couple of them withdrew across the room and then returned carrying what looked like regular underwear. As the boys watched the robots return they actually felt a little surprised, had their protest worked after all? Were the robots going to put them back in regular underwear? “Restraints authorised.” The Nanny-bot holding Ben’s legs said. These new pairs of underwear were pulled up the boy’s legs over the diapers and it was only when they were up around their waists that the boys realised what was happening. What had looked like underwear at a distance were a lot more sinister when shown close up. They were covered in childish pictures of little sail boats. Just like the diapers they looked perfect for the place that they were. The main colour of both pairs was a baby blue and they were coated on the outside with what Ben recognised as the same water resistant material that swimming trunks were made of. Even more noticeable and worrying than all of that was the small chain that ran through the waistband. When the swimming trunks were pulled up, the chain was pulled tight and a small lock held them in place. Their main purpose became very clear; they were designed not to be taken off. They were designed to make sure the diaper underneath stayed on and did its job. When the boys were stood back on the floor they wobbled unsteadily and immediately tried ripping off the new underwear but it was to no avail. The material was very strong and the chain didn’t give way at all. “Thith ith bullthit.” Ben lisped around the pacifier. Just as Jack was about to respond there was a loud noise of a door opening and suddenly a whole bunch of high pitched voices could be heard. There was the sound of a door closing and then a door entering the nursery opened up and brought in a huge gaggle of children of different ages from babies in mechanical push chairs to older toddlers who came running into the room.

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