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Before reading this story, it is highly recommended that you read the first two stories in this series: Daddy's Cabin: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/51692-daddys-cabin/ Daddy's Cabin 2 - Connor's Story: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/57670-daddys-cabin-connors-story/ --- This is the first part of the third and (as things are) last instalment of the Daddy's Cabin trilogy. This has been available on my Patreon for the last week and if you want early updates to every story I post then it costs a $5 pledge. If you want the above and access to exclusive stories it costs a $10 pledge. There are more tiers and rewards available on my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A big thank you to everyone who reads my stories, a huge thank you to everyone who comments and a super-duper thank you to all of the people who support me on Patreon: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Lena S, Tsidt, Scy Tali, 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, Eric C, Ben R, C Dom, Lin J, Ben F, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S --- Daddy’s Cabin 3 By Elfy “Quiet down. Let the drugs work, fighting it will only make it worse…” Connor sighed as he sped along the dark highway towards the cabin. The sounds of struggling from the backseat only intensified as the college age woman frantically pulled against the ropes restraining her without much success. Connor was sure she would be screaming if it wasn’t for the gag in her mouth. Connor yawned as he looked out of the window. He hated this job, it had caused him to become cold and detached from people and even his friends had asked him what was wrong. Connor could never tell the truth though, how could he, he had to play the grieving friend who had lost Tyler and could never admit his own role in that disappearance. Turning off of the main road, Connor started navigating between the trees towards the accursed house of Daddy. He had the route memorised at this point. When Connor started working for Daddy it had been suggested that he wouldn’t be called very often, that Connor would only be needed every few months to bring a new hapless victim to Daddy but it quickly turned into an event he was having to take part in a couple of times a month. He had no idea how Daddy was conditioning and moving these people on so quickly. In the last three months, since Connor had left Tyler at the cabin, Connor had brought ten different people to Daddy. By the time Connor pulled up in front of the old shack the woman in the backseat of his car was out cold. Connor stepped out of his driver’s seat and knocked on the cabin door, it swung open after a few seconds and the huge, hulking figure of Daddy appeared in the doorway. Without a word, Daddy and Connor walked back to the car and manhandled the woman out of the backseat. She wasn’t too heavy but an unconscious body was never easy to carry. As Connor carried the body into the house his mind went back to the situation that led him here. He remembered Tyler, his best friend, making a mistake. Connor remembered tricking Tyler into coming to this discreet cabin and then what happened next. Tyler would have been sold into babyhood slavery by now. It had been a few months since Connor had last seen Tyler but he found that his old best friend was increasingly on his mind. “I’ve got another target for you.” Daddy grunted as they dropped the unconscious woman’s body into the crib. “Already!?” Connor exclaimed, “What about her?” “I’ll have a couple of weeks with her and then move her on.” Daddy replied with a shrug, “Business isn’t going well. Prices are through the floor and demand is dwindling. The people I work for need more and more bodies just to keep even.” “But surely you need longer than a couple of weeks to… Do your stuff…” Connor was very careful about how he referred to Daddy’s role of regressing the captives. “I do what I can.” Daddy grunted simply. For the first time, Connor looked up into Daddy’s face and saw an old man. Daddy looked tired, he looked like the passion he once had for his work had ebbed away. “Who’s the target?” Connor sighed. He had been told he would be used sparingly and yet seemed to be called upon very often. This isn’t what he had agreed to, not that he had much in terms of negotiating power. Daddy handed a slip of paper to Connor and started restraining the woman in the crib. He had already stripped her down and had a diaper ready for her. “Trevor Smith!?” Connor exclaimed as he looked at the details of his target. “You know him?” Daddy asked haphazardly. “Sure…” Connor replied as he continued reading, “He was the high school quarterback. He was destined for huge things, had all the top colleges scouting him. Hell, he had NFL teams following him closely already.” “They did say they wanted more high profile targets.” Daddy said, “What happened to him if he was so promising? Looks like he’s homeless in that photo.” “Double leg fracture.” Connor said with a hint of sadness, “A nothing play at the end of a blow out game. He’d just broken the record for most yards thrown in a single game at the high school when he got sacked and fell awkwardly. Snapped his leg in two places…” “Ouch.” Daddy grunted. “He could still have come back and had a career.” Connor continued, “But he became addicted to the painkillers he was given. He stopped rehabbing his leg, stopped showing up at school… Last I heard he was basically drifting through houses he could squat in. He used to be a friend but we lost contact.” “Well evidently someone still sees value in that quarterback.” Daddy replied, “They are offering a decent amount for him. I need him by the end of the week.” Connor sighed deeply but nodded. He knew this was an order and not a request so he didn’t argue, he simply took the paper with the details and walked back out to his car. --- “Aren’t you… Trevor Smith?” Connor was walking down the street when he saw his target. It had taken Connor a week just to find the former quarterback, he knew that he was cutting it very fine in regards to time. Trevor looked in a rough state. His muscled physique had wasted away and now he was stood hunched over in an alleyway. He looked a little lost and his wildly unkempt hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a while. “Who the fuck are you?” Grunted the homeless man. “Connor… Remember from high school? We used to hang out sometimes.” Connor replied as he took a step into the alley. “Connor? Right, how are you doing? You got any spare change?” Trevor’s eyes squinted as he looked at Connor. Connor wasn’t sure whether the former star football player remembered who he was at all. It made no difference to Connor, his job remained the same either way. “I haven’t got any change…” Connor started. “Then what use are you!?” Trevor stumbled backwards slightly. He seemed more angry than happy to see Connor. He clearly saw anyone who didn’t have something for him as a nuisance. “I do have some stuff in the car though…” Connor continued, “Some drink and stuff, was thinking we could go on a drive and catch up.” “You have booze?” Trevor repeated as his anger melted almost immediately. “Sure, got some other stuff too if you are interested.” Connor replied with a small smirk. “Then what are we waiting for!” Trevor flashed a wide smile. His yellowing teeth contrasted with his former million dollar smile, “Connor, right? You were always my favourite friend.” Connor knew that was a lie. They only tangentially knew each other, only at social events did their two circles of friends interact. But he smiled and indicated for Trevor to follow him, his car was parked very nearby and they were soon piling in. Trevor took the backseat as the front passenger seat was covered in various items. “Where’s the stuff?” Trevor asked immediately as soon as the door closed. “Hold on.” Connor said as he reached over to his glovebox. Connor pulled out a non-descript prescription bottle filled with little white pills. He placed them on the passenger seat and then pulled out a second bottle of very similar pills. “Good shit.” Trevor smiled as he watched Connor, “This is all temporary though, you know?” “Is it?” Connor asked distractedly. He wasn’t really listening all that much, he was busy trying to find the cheap plastic cups he had brought with him. “Yeah man…” Trevor said wistfully, “I’m going to clean up and go finish college.” “Sure.” Connor was sceptical. It sounded like a typical thing for a drug addict to say, they rarely followed through though. When Connor had found the cups, he put them on the seat and turned the engine of the car on. He quickly pulled out and started driving towards the edge of the city. “Aren’t we going to take the pills?” Trevor asked as they pulled away. “Sure we are.” Connor replied, “I know a good quiet spot where we can go though. No chance of cops.” “Sweet.” Trevor replied as he relaxed and sat back in his seat. For five minutes they drove in relative silence. The city gradually thinned out as they were heading towards the city limits. “You were best friends with Tyler, weren’t you?” Trevor eventually said to break the silence. Connor felt a feeling like an icy dagger stab his heart. He hadn’t expected this to be brought up and he wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about it. “I… Yes, we were best friends.” Connor replied shortly. “Did they ever find out what happened to him?” Trevor asked, “I remember there were news articles and stuff.” “He just disappeared.” Connor replied, “Vanished off the map.” Connor’s hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white. The guilt and regret of handing Tyler to Daddy burned inside him, he wished more than anything he could take it back. “Shame.” Trevor replied, “He was a good kid.” “How about we sort this stuff out.” Connor said to change the subject. He pointed down at the pills as he continued driving down the quiet country back road that headed towards the cabin. As Connor continued to drive he set the two plastic cups in the two cup holders and roughly filled them with water. The road was practically deserted so he didn’t have to worry too much about doing this on the move. Connor opened the bottle of powerful sedatives. He dropped a couple of the pills into one of the drinking vessels. Trevor made a noise of approval from behind Connor. Connor then opened the second vial and poured a couple of the pills into the other cup. These were harmless sugar pills, a pill that wouldn’t impair Connor at all. “Yeah!” Trevor called out excitedly. He reached forward and picked up the two cups. “Woah man. What are you doing!?” Connor asked suddenly. The plan was for Trevor to drink the spiked cup, now Connor had no idea which one that was. “Getting ready for a party!” Trevor laughed. “Which one of those cups was the one nearest me?” Connor asked urgently as he tried to split his attention between his companion and the road in front of him. “Erm…” Trevor looked down at the two identical cups. His short-term memory was rather hazy and he couldn’t honestly say for sure which drink was which. “Jesus, Trevor!” Connor yelled. “Relax, dude.” Trevor replied, “It was this one… I think.” “You think!?” Connor continued. They were getting near to the edge of the forest now, he needed Trevor drugged and sedate as soon as possible. “It doesn’t matter, man.” Trevor said, “A pill’s a pill!” Connor couldn’t waste any more time or give Trevor any idea that something was going on. He reached back and took the cup that Trevor was handing him and he looked into it. There was no way to tell whether these were the sedatives or not, the pills looked the same. “Bottom’s up.” Trevor said. He threw his head back and swallowed the pills and the water in one go. Connor murmured something in return, he put the cup to his lips and swallowed the drink. There were no immediate effects and Connor breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed like he had got lucky. It was almost as soon as Connor hit the treeline that he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. His eyes were growing heavy and his limbs seemed to be responding slower. “I’m not feeling a thing…” Trevor said with disappointment, “How about you?” “Ugh…” Connor tried to respond but he was having trouble getting his brain and body to co-operate. “Are you feeling OK?” Trevor asked. Connor was swaying slightly in his seat. The world around him seemed to be spinning around him, his clouded mind knew just one thing, he had to get to the cabin. “Shit man, you don’t look so good.” Trevor said as he leaned around the seat, “Where are we?” “C… Cabin…” Connor mumbled. The car came to a rolling stop and with difficulty, Connor pointed out of the side window. The cabin was just visible. “You need some help, bro.” Trevor said as he stepped out of the car, “I think you are having a bad reaction.” Trevor opened the driver’s door and lifted Connor out, he was limp and his eyes looked permanently out of focus. Trevor lifted Connor up and started struggling towards the cabin. When they got to the front door, Trevor found it unlocked and he walked right in. He found the living room and laid Connor down on the couch with a look of concern. “Shit, man… I think we need an ambu-” Trevor suddenly stopped mid-sentence and fell forward. Connor’s vision was fading badly but he could just make out the hulking frame of Daddy with a small club in his hand. Connor finally gave in to the drugs coursing through his system and he blacked out. --- Connor felt groggy but he woke up as Daddy carried him into the nursery and sat him in the rocking chair. He felt utterly powerless as his muscles were paralysed by the drugs in his system. He was just dead weight that an angry looking Daddy propped up in the seat. Connor wanted to say something to Daddy but was utterly unable to speak. Daddy was muttering darkly as he walked out of the nursery and then came back a few minutes later with the semi-conscious body of Trevor. “You really messed this one up…” Daddy muttered as he laid Trevor down on the changing table. Daddy rapidly stripped Trevor down leaving him naked on the table. Trevor’s head rolled from side to side as he slowly woke up from the hit he had received a little earlier. Without wasting any time, Daddy got a cloth diaper from the shelf above the table and unfolded it. He easily lifted Trevor’s legs and slid the cloth diaper underneath him, Daddy pinned the diaper closed quickly and easily. Connor watched through eyes that struggled to stay focused as a slightly more conscious Trevor was then carried over to the crib and some plastic pants were slipped over the padding. As Trevor started moving a little more, Daddy began to restrain him. Trevor’s wrists and ankles were tied to bars and a couple of straps across the chest rendered Trevor almost completely immobile. “What… What’s going on?” Trevor pulled against his bonds, “What the hell!? Help!” Daddy quickly retrieved the pacifier gag from the shelf and shoved it into Trevor’s mouth. He fastened it tightly closed to muffle the screams of the new captive. When Daddy was certain that Trevor was safely tied down he turned towards Connor. Daddy was furious. “How the hell did this happen?” Daddy asked Connor who was starting to regain some of his senses. “I drank… Spiked drink…” Connor managed to say as he tried to keep his eyes open. “God damn it.” Daddy hissed as he shook his head, “Does anyone know what happened? Are we in danger?” Connor loosely shook his head as he felt the tiredness threatening to overtake him again. He tried to shake some life back into himself but the drugs were just too powerful, he had used an extra strong dose because he assumed Trevor would have a tolerance built up to them. Daddy looked around for a second as if deciding what to do. He seemed to suddenly come to a decision as Connor watched him leave the room. He returned a minute later with the baby swing that he attached to a hook on the ceiling of the nursery. Connor could only watch all of this with confusion as his drugged state wouldn’t let him ask what was going on or try to stop what seemed like a bad situation. “Do you have any idea what might have happened?” Daddy asked hypothetically as he rounded on Connor. His eyes were wide and shining, he reminded Connor of a wolf. “Relax…” Connor slurred. It was all he could manage but he could instantly see that his words were not having their intended effect. Daddy advanced on Connor and lifted the young man up with ease. He carried him over to the changing table and laid him down, his strong arms held Connor’s weak body in place and began removing his clothes. “What… What…” Connor was having trouble processing what was happening. He tried to pull his limbs away from the table but he was still too weak. “This was too close.” Daddy stated angrily, “You could have blown the entire operation. We are already struggling, the last thing we need is you causing us even more problems.” “Stop!” Connor’s voice was weak and it was about all the resistance he could put up. Daddy took another cloth diaper from the shelf above the changing table and unfolded it. He slipped it underneath Connor who could do little to resist. Connor knew he had made a mistake and now he was wondering how much it was going to cost him. He fearfully thought back to when Tyler would’ve been in this same position and wondered if he had been as scared as Connor was right now. He suddenly felt a huge amount of empathy for his missing friend. The diaper was pulled up and pinned closed, a pair of plastic pants followed before Connor was put into the baby bouncer in the middle of the room. Daddy adjusted the height so that Connor could just touch the ground with the soles of his feet. “Time to learn a lesson.” Daddy growled. Connor turned in his swing to see Daddy closing the bedroom door and leaving him in the nursery with Trevor who had spent this whole time trying to scream through the pacifier gag. Connor felt the drugs overpowering him again and he slumped forwards in the swing, the room went black again as the sounds of Trevor’s struggling filled the otherwise silent room.

The only diaper dreams. Have are ether me in a diaper embarrassed or I'm in a thrift store or medical store and they find a bunch of rate or imported diapers but I never get to buy them or they are the wrong size lol

We expect to start shipping the Supremes with rear elastic waistband within 2 to 3 weeks.

The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 18. I had taken my medicine and predictably slipped into a restless sleep. I had a sense of time I don’t usually have while napping. I kept surfacing enough to open my eyes but not clear the fog in my head. Twice I vaguely remember wetting my diaper and simply drifting back to sleep. I kept hearing random sounds from the living room causing a shallow fear for my house to flutter around the edges of my mind. I wake up around four in the evening still exhausted. I itch to get out of my bedroom and do something... anything really. At the same time, I’d love to just fall back to sleep if I could guarantee it would be a restful one. Hell, I’d be happy to be stuck in traffic bringing Molly home. Argh! I can’t believe myself. One day! One freaking day and I’m going nuts… I have no patience! Cell phone to the rescue! I grab my phone and open Facebook. As I start to browse, I feel a small pressure on my bladder. It’s a small thing, like a whisper behind a door. I let out a relaxing breath and reminded my body I was in a safe place to go. I feel that I can stop it if I choose to, but I don’t and release a small wetting into my waiting diaper. It was like “permission to evacuate… over”. Then I authorized it on routine. “permission granted… over”. I mean it’s like sitting on the toilet with your pants down. You just go, ya know? There’s no conscious action. Just get your body in the right spot and in the right condition and it just goes. Apparently, my mind has filed anywhere as viable as long as I’m diapered, at least I hope. After all, when one is diapered Let it go sort of becomes theme. Damn It! Now I have that damn song in my head! I bitch internally. Frozen was fun once and only the once… [Me] I’m soggy and thirsty… [Allen] and awake. We need a few more minutes out here… [Me] *gasp emoji* I’m super wet, what if I wet the bed? [Allen] Just hold it woman, geez. I’m workin here! I feel a sudden burst of mischievousness. [Me] but Daddy! [Allen] Don’t Daddy me! I’m almost done. [Me] but… I gotta potty!!! Rolling with the juvenile train mood I wake up in, I begin to yell at the living room at the top of my lungs. I escalate the situation, “Daddy!” I yell! “Baby! I’ll be there in a minute!” Daddy yells. “Minute Mommy!” Molly yells. “Daaadddyyyy!” I below loud enough to wake the dead. I yell so loudly that my voice cracks. I feel like I’m sitting in my own personal swimming pool here... I’d just wet so my diaper is warm and not totally uncomfortable. Still, I want a clean diaper and my loving husband said he’s the one to change them for me. I shift up the bed where I can sit up against the head board. I reach down unsnapping the crotch of my onesie. Wiggling my hips, I slide the top up my back where it no longer blocks my view of my diaper. I cup my crotch pressing the thick gel filled diaper into my pussy. It is a unique feeling that I’m beginning to treasure. I pinch and prod my diaper to see how full it is. I’m super squishy right where I expected I would be and a bit gelly halfway up to my waist on the front and totally wet on my back half. It’s totally retarded how happy this super wet diaper is making me. I don’t care why anymore. I love this! Not much later, I hear them trundling down the hall and quickly yank the comforter back over me. Molly enters first. She’s a quick big little-girl-thing. Molly remembers my leg situation and approaches me from the floor this time. She leans in and kissing my head. “Mommy is you hurt’in?” She asks sweetly moving my hair from my face nurturing me as I have her hundreds of times before. “Oh Molls, you’re gonna be a terrific Mommy someday.” I sniff wiping a tear away at her natural bedside manner. “Yeah, but how are you feeling Momma? Molly had a good question.” Daddy refocuses us. “Well, I feel like I wanna go for a jog but I can’t. A swim would do, but it’s too cold for that anyway. I’m itching to move around, but it still hurts. Not like it did yesterday though. I hate this stupid boot, but I guess it’s helping.” I admit. “Think she’s ready Punkin?” Daddy asks Molly. “Yup! Let’s pick her up Daddy!” Molly says taking my hand. “Uh, Doodlebug… I need a minute with Daddy before I come see my surprise.” I tell my husband. “…, Punkin, can you go put some juice in Mommy’s sippy?” Daddy asks her. “Uh huh!” She nods emphatically. “Daddy… is that a good idea?” I ask insinuating that it isn’t. “Molly is nearly four. She’s practically a grown woman. She can handle it. Rinse out the cup first. K, Punkin?” He looks at her for confirmation. Allen loosens the lid of my Princess Leia sippy cup and sends Molly on to the living room with a loving pat to her diapered butt. I smile knowing that will be in my future too, frankly, I can’t wait! Loving-diaper-swats seems to me to be a heartwarming thing to receive! Well, it will be… you know… when I can walk again. “You know she can reach most everything you can already!” Daddy barbs at me. “What’s the odds this diaper change is going to cost me some clean up in the kitchen?” I ask Daddy… er Allen. I have to stop calling him Daddy in my head at least! “Why?” Cause that’s weird and my real Daddy is gone. I don’t like thinking about him not being around for Molly. “What the hell does Dad have to do with it?” I gap at my own counter thoughts… What the fuck? “No wait, I’m serious. You know who our Dad is.” Sure “You know where our Dad is!” Well, yeah I mean… “We believe we’ll see him again right?” Right “Then quit fucking around! Allen can be our Daddy without taking Dad’s place in our heart. Shit, it’s like finding a whole new way to love Allen. He’s ours!” I’m not fucking around. It’s perfectly natural to… “Enough! You know this whole situation probably says more about you that it does our sweetheart.” I don’t know how to be comfortable. I’m supposed to be a big girl! “Why?” Will you stop Socrates-ing me! “No.” I love Allen as a man. He’s an amazing provider, but I’m better. I don’t need him in that way. “Your right! Finally!” Huh. “You don’t need him to provide for you, but you still WANT to need him. This way will work!” I… Uh… Maybe… “Where did you go there? Anyway, I’m going with 50/50. I think she can do it. The apple juice jug is less than half full. I make her help me with the dishes every time I do them cause I want to pass that chore off sooner than later!” He laughs putting a fresh depends under me before he takes off my wet one. “I’m not likely to pee on ya babe.” I tell Daddy. “That’s Daddy to you Princess.” Daddy corrects. “I guess I’m already thinking of you as Daddy, but it’s sort of weird still. Well, the nick name anyway. I will allow you the privilege of changing my diapers. I will even drink out of a sippy cup for you.” Not that that’s a big sacrifice for me… hehehe “I will try to call you Daddy, but I want a sexy husband not just a Daddy. Oh! Don’t forget my hair. I loved that.” “That’s a terrific start Baby.” Daddy smiles unfastening my diaper. “Your gonna need a bath after playing around outside inside the house.” “I’m excited and terrified what I’m going to find…” I hedge. “Well, it’s not like you can do anything about it, Daddy and Punkin will have to sort it out after all. So there’s no use in getting too worked up over it.” “A girl could get used to this ya know.” I smile at him while he removes the old diaper and wipes me clean. “Don’t forget the oil!” “This isn’t my first rodeo little girl. I got this.” “I know Daddy.” I say suddenly finding myself terribly embarrassed covering my face with my pillow. Saying it out loud on purpose is fucking weird. “We’ll adjust!” Daddy yanks the pillow away, “No hiding from me Princess. I’ll always take care for you. This is what I want.” “What is?” I ask. “I want to make you smile. I like it when you squirm in embarrassment too I think. You supported all of us while I got my degree. I get to design buildings because of you! You’re sort of my hero and my knight in shining armor.” Daddy says lovingly. “I still make more money than you.” I smirk. Allen swats my ass, “I know, and that’s fine with me too. We could get by on my salary alone, but I don’t have to be the primary bread winner to be the Daddy around here.” “Gasp.” I literally say. “There will be no manhandling of this Little Princess!” I scowl. “Well, I don’t think I care for that either.” Daddy admits. “We’ll figure it all out as we go. There’s precedence for this in the internet ya know. Give ya something to read up on tomorrow while you’re all bored. We’ll call it homework.” He nods sagely finishing up my diaper change by snapping my top closed. “I want to do things for you. You do everything around here and work too! I want to brush your hair every night sitting on the sink or whatever. It makes my hart warm to care for you and my other parts of me hard.” Allen hip thrusts the air like Jim Carrey. “Daddy, can I have my Hulk jammies and a white onesie? This blue one won’t go.” I purposefully bat my eyes exaggeratedly. “Of course Baby. Everything for you.” He says dressing me shortly after. What a bold and corny line! “Pfft! You fucking loved it though!” Yeah... I wipe the tear from my eye. He picks me up and we make for the living room. I can’t believe what I’m looking at. Daddy’s recliner is surrounded by some huge ferns from the front yard and some potted trees from the front porch. There is some shallow tupperware containers with dirt and grass in them in front of the chair. They’d even gone as far as pulling up all the blinds and tucking them away so that the corner of the living room is all windows. Daddy had two lamps over there too. One pointing up with a bright light radiating off the ceiling and anther pointed right at the chair. My laptop, phone, and tablet are all sitting next to the recliner safari. They had daisy chained several extension cable and had a couple of surge protectors supplying power to all my stuff. I appear to be set for a good long while. “Wahahahahaha!” I laugh. “Does you like it Mommy?” Molly asks. “Do you like it?” Daddy corrects her. “Do Mommy likes it?” Molly tires. “Better Doodlebug, but not quite there yet. I do like it guys! Where did you get the grass?” I continue to laugh. “We slipped out for the lamps and the home improvement place had some sod samples. I thought it’d be fun to put your toes in the grass.” Daddy laughs shyly. I reach up and kiss his cheek letting him know I approve and that I find everything sweet. Molly tugs us over to his recliner forcing Daddy to put me in the chair. I thoroughly enjoy rubbing the sole of my good foot in the thick carpet of grass, but end up having him turn off the lamp facing me. It is just too much light. “This is amazing guys. Daddy, Doodlebug thank you guys so much!” I gush loving this gesture and enjoying this little bit of outside inside. “Mommy Molly love u pants!” Molly says feeling the flannel green material. “Mommy Smash!” She giggles. “Punkin, where’s Mommy’s sippy?” Daddy says. “I get it!” She says zipping off to grab it. “You go with her Daddy. Make sure there isn’t two messes just this one.” I tell him pushing on his arm. Daddy kisses me and runs off after Molly. I take a deep sniff of the air and sneeze. I giggle at the outside messing with my nose inside my house!

Part 4 Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle Coming down the stairs was a cacophony of crinkles and rustling. Every step he took announced the presence of his very noisy pants and he loved the sound. The fact that they were so babyish, with their cartoon creations embellished all over them, only added to his pleasure as he finally arrived at the table. Amid more noise he sat down whilst his mum appeared with his meal and another surprise. His lasagne was delivered on a small, brightly coloured, plastic plate festooned with Disney characters, a matching plastic spoon and sippy cup completed his new ‘crockery’. He looked stunned. “Muuummm.” She just raised her eyebrows. “My little boy is going to enjoy his din-dins… or he’ll get his little botty smacked.” She kissed the top of his head and smiled at her son’s look of disbelief. Then, to get things underway she picked up his spoon, scooped up some food and aimed towards his mouth. “Muuummm, I don’t need fee…” but his conversation was stopped as his mother spooned in his first piece of lasagne. He swallowed. “OK mum that’s enough I can feed myself thank you… I’m not a baby.” He suddenly realised that he was sitting at the table wearing a nappy, plastic pants and a t-shirt that hardly covered his belly, so to all intents and purposes that is exactly what he was. He quickly calmed down and looked at his mum with pleading eyes. “I can feed myself but… thank you for… well… understanding.” His mum left him to feed himself and went to sit and eat her own meal. For a couple of minutes they ate in silence but his mother had a smile on her face as she watched him eating from his Disney plate that she’d bought that day. He was even drinking juice from his sippy cup, another one of her purchases, the rest she would add over time. However, when a drop of sauce dripped onto his clean t-shirt she got up, went into the kitchen and returned with a matching plastic Disney bib, which she hastily fastened around his neck. Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle. He wriggled noisily in his seat as he began to enjoy his new position in the household; no longer the loner son who had secrets, but a little boy whose mummy loved and was determined to look after. “Thanks… mummy.” He said in a quiet and almost childlike voice and spooned in the rest of his meal. “There’s a good boy. Mummy knows what’s best for her baby,” she beamed at how easily he’d cooperated and taken to his new role. Well, perhaps it wasn’t a new role exactly, more of an expansion to one he already held but now his mother was going to be in charge and he could live the life he secretly desired but now… not in secret. Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle. The wriggling around was now of utter contentment… but, as his mother quickly pointed out… there would be some new rules for her ‘little one’ that, if he didn’t want to feel the hairbrush on his pretty little backside, he’d better learn… and learn quickly. +++++++++++++ Ryan didn’t quite know why his mother kept mentioning getting spanked with a hairbrush. Neither his father nor mother had, even as a child ever threatened to lay a hand on his bottom by way of chastisement. Despite this he was very happy with the way things were turning out. He never thought he’d be able to wander around the house wearing a nappy but, here he was – loud and crinkly. His mother filled up his sippy cup with more juice and told him he could go and watch some TV before bedtime. Ryan wasn’t paying much attention to the last bit of that conversation and missed that soon it would be bedtime so waddled over to the sofa and sat down to watch one of his favourite soap operas. His mummy was halfway through clearing the dinner table when she realised the programme her little darling was about to watch was really not appropriate. She waltzed in, picked up the remote and much to Ryan’s amazement, switched it to the children’s channel. “I’m not letting my baby watch that awful programme it’s far too grown-up for him.” “But mummmm.” He moaned. “No argument… unless you want to feel that hairbrush on your bare botty sooner rather than later.” She appeared very serious, which surprised her son who immediately wasn’t sure if he was happy with this new arrangement after all. She walked back to the kitchen to finish washing up with the remote in her pocket so he had no option but to watch what she’d ordained was suitable. Ryan desperately wanted this ‘agreement’ to work so decided that, as his mother was doing her best to give him what he wanted, he should also be prepared to go along with her suggestions. If he wanted his mummy to take charge, he couldn’t object when she did. Once she had finished in the kitchen she went up to Ryan’s bedroom, grabbed his new fleecy blanket and teddy and brought them downstairs. She spread the blanket out in front of the TV and shoo-ed her son off the sofa and onto it. “Aw mummmm.” He whined again. His crinkly pants seemed to add to the fact she now regarded him as just a baby. “From now on, unless mummy says you can… you don’t get up on the sofa or chairs… you sit on your blankie.” His plastic pants rustled noisily as he got himself comfortable and eventually he found that lying on his stomach, facing the screen, was the best position. “Good boy… now let’s enjoy these lovely colourful characters in their adventure.” She patted his padded bottom and passed him his sippy cup and teddy to watch the show with. ++++++++++++++ At seven thirty his mum told him it was bedtime. He looked at her in disbelief and shook his head. “Mum… er… mummy, it’s far too early.” He tried the sweet innocent voice he hoped would make her respond to his pleas. “Not yet, I can’t go yet I’d never sleep… I…” “No arguments babykins” and she grabbed his hand and began to lead him to the stairs. He pulled back and petulantly said “No”. However, his mother was equally as adamant. “You will go to bed now or there will be no more nappies or… any of this” She pointed to his outfit and seemed determined that whatever he may desire, it was to be done on her terms or not at all. He was caught off guard by this threat and found himself being almost dragged up the stairs and into his room. There his mother pulled down his crinkly pants, yanked down his disposable and smacked his bare bottom with her bare hand. Ryan wasn’t a tough man, indeed he was fairly scrawny and his mother’s determination, speed and power meant that he had to endure his bottom being swatted for a couple of minutes. There was no denying it… his bottom hurt. His mother had made sure that each slap hit his rosy cheeks and that he’d know he’d been punished. “You never argue with mummy.” Smack. “You never fight mummy.” Smack. “You do what you’re told,” Smack “when you are told.” Smack. “Does my little baby understand these rules?” Smack. “Yes, yes, yes… please mummy no more…” Ryan held back real tears from both shock and the surprising ability his mother had to inflict pain. “I’m sorry mummy…. I’m huuhh… sorry.” He sobbed. “Good boy,” and she cuddled him tightly, “Mummy knows what’s best for her sweet baby boy so…” She patted his red bare bottom. “He’d better do as he’s told - when he’s told or there will be more rosy little botties in future. Have I made myself clear?” “Yes - sob – mummy – sob – I’m sorry- sob – mummy.” He cuddled her tightly and hoped that she’d forgive him. They stayed like that for a few minutes and until Ryan felt the heat beginning to ease from his bottom. “OK young man… let’s get you ready for bed.” A cowering, sobbing, naked and red-bottomed 24 year-old stood waiting for his mother’s instructions. She gathered a nice big piece of material and shaped it into a triangle and then got her timid son to lie out on it. She could see that after the spanking he was a bit scared but to lighten the process tickled his tummy as she rubbed in baby lotion. Ryan nervously giggled but stopped when he saw she was adding a couple of extra thick pads. He wasn’t too sure and wanted to say something but his bottom still hurt so he decided to stay silent. She pulled and pinned it all together and the bulky nappy felt completely different to the nappies he’d put on for himself. Not only that but the softness had eased his smarting bottom so when his mummy slipped a pair of clear plastic pants over the lot, he didn’t say a thing. The soft crinkle and rustle making him accept his fate and enjoy what his mother was doing for him. She got him to stand up so she could check that it all fit and tucked the cuffs of the pants into the nappy to make sure nothing leaked. She added a sweet new green t-shirt with a rabbit wearing a nappy on the front that any one year-old would be proud of and guided him to his bed. “Now sweetheart this is how it’s going to be from now on.” She let him snuggle down and make himself comfortable. “It’s almost eight o’clock now and that’s not good enough. Seven thirty is your bed time… if you’re not in bed by then… it will be the hairbrush.” She kissed her sons furrowed brow. “Have we got an agreement?” Ryan had to think for a brief second – did he want this or was it all too much, too soon and had things gone too far? He nodded his head. “Yes mummy… and thank you. I’ll be a good boy…” “A good baby boy I hope,” his mother added as she stroked his hair. “Yes mummy… a good baby boy… who loves his mummy lots.” “OK sweet pea… just remember there’s no getting up in the night. If you need to go potty… you do it in your nappy. I don’t want my baby hurting himself wandering around in the dark. OK?” Ryan snuggled under his blanket and surprisingly yawned, “Yes mummy… Ryan’s a good baby boy.” +++++tbc+++++

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Kirsty could see that even George found it hard to look at Sarah at this moment, he was looking at the ground and seemed embarrassed for the poor woman. “We had better get you changed.” Kirsty eventually said quietly, “George, take Sarah up to the nursery and wait for me please.” George nodded to his mommy and hopped up to his feet. He crinkled over to Sarah in his clean nappy and gently took her hand. “Come on…” George said softly as if talking to the victim of some trauma. Without looking up from the floor Sarah followed George past Kirsty and towards the stairs. She never once looked at her friend, she was too ashamed of her stinky padding, too ashamed to have turned up at Kirsty’s needing a babysitter and too ashamed by the smell she was leaving behind her. Kirsty watched Sarah and George start heading up the stairs. The smell got worse as Sarah got closer and once the pair of them had walked up the stairs, Kirsty picked up the air freshener and sprayed a liberal dose in her living room as well as opening the windows. It was a familiar smell for Kirsty’s house and she was well-prepared to combat it. Kirsty had long ago started keeping a lot of air freshener around for just this reason. Walking through to the kitchen, Kirsty poured herself a glass of water. The last few minutes had been like a rollercoaster. Nick acting like he owned the place, Sarah going from confident and dominant to messy and submissive… Kirsty felt like she had fallen through the looking glass. It was unbelievable how her friend and their husband had messed up their relationship so badly. She knew that Sarah had a kinky side and she just needed some encouragement to bring it to the surface. Kirsty assumed that Sarah would have done her research but apparently not and now everything was out of control. Kirsty blamed herself. She should have taught Sarah more about the power aspects to stop her overstepping the bounds. She had overlooked teaching “BDSM 101” and now everything was on the rocks. Once Kirsty had drained the glass, she turned and walked back through the living room. She climbed the stairs rather wearily and walked through to the nursery. The scene was the definition of awkward as George stood with his hand firmly against his sides by the window and Sarah was hunched over in the centre of the room. The smell was rather overwhelming. “Come on, Sarah.” Kirsty said quietly to her friend. She walked forward and put her arm around Sarah to guide her towards the changing table. “I… I can clean myself…” Sarah replied weakly. Even as she complained she allowed herself to be walked to the changing table. “I know you can.” Kirsty said placating her friend, “Just let me help you, OK?” Sarah nodded but continued to look at the floor. She shuffled to the table and then hopped up when she reached it. Sitting down on the messy padding was a nasty experience that caused Sarah to wince. The squishy padding acted like a sponge and she could feel the mud-like mess spread and look for space inside her diaper. As Sarah laid back on the table she felt embarrassed that her best friend was going to be changing this disgustingly messy nappy but she was grateful for the help. She was in a state of shock that made her extra compliant to her domineering friend’s wishes. “George, could you get Mistress a new nappy, please.” Kirsty said. It was more of an order than a question. Sarah’s head lulled to the side as she watched the sissy scamper across the room to open the drawer. She had been hoping there wouldn’t be another nappy. “Wait, Kirsty… I need your help to-” Sarah began. “I know.” Kirsty replied quickly, “We can discuss it afterwards.” Sarah didn’t know if her friend was just humouring her or not. Surely Kirsty wouldn’t be siding with her rather than Nick, if she wasn’t going to help Sarah out of this mess then Sarah didn’t know what hope there was left. The tapes were removed and the front of the nappy was lowered, Sarah felt a rush of cool air hit her private area and blushed. She was embarrassed that her friend was seeing her private area like this but when she was coated in her own excrement Sarah decided that being exposed was far from the most embarrassing thing about the day. Kirsty wiped Sarah clean in silence. It took several minutes to clean off most of the poop and by the time the used diaper was balled up and the cleaning finished Sarah had calmed down quite a bit. “Throw this away for Mistress.” Kirsty told George as she dropped the stinky diaper into his outstretched hands. When Sarah saw George’s disgusted look she couldn’t help but laugh a little. As soon as she saw Kirsty’s stern face she stopped herself. “How did we get here?” Kirsty asked rhetorically as she unfolded a new disposable and slipped it underneath Sarah. “The last week has been Hell.” Sarah replied, “Nick is acting like Caesar and I can do nothing to stop him.” George returned to the nursery and walked inside. His nose was still a little wrinkled from disgust at what he had just been forced to do. He didn’t like dealing with his own messy nappies yet alone other people’s. Kirsty nodded sympathetically as she taped the new nappy up. She wanted to keep Sarah padded up until she had decided what to do, if she didn’t keep Sarah in nappies she risked not being able to see her friend again. Not to mention George, Kirsty wasn’t sure where his loyalties lay. When Sarah was safely padded up again she hopped off the changing table on her own. She smoothed her childish dress down over the nappy underneath to try and maintain some semblance of dignity. There was a moment of hesitation as no one quite knew what to do next. “Want a cup of tea?” Kirsty offered. “I’d kill for one.” Sarah replied with a sigh. All three of the house’s occupants headed down the stairs. Kirsty was in the middle of the two padded people and had to supress a smile at the crescendo of crinkles that was coming from all around her. Under other circumstances she would find her best friend adorable but she had to supress her domineering instincts in these circumstances. Sarah sat with George at the dining room table whilst Kirsty went out to make the drinks. There was an awkward silence as neither of the padded people quite knew what to say to the other. George was aware of what Sarah had done when Nick spent the night with him and Sarah knew what Nick and George had got up to. It was like an awkward meeting of Nick’s lovers, there wasn’t any dislike there but they didn’t really have anything to say to each other either. Kirsty came back into the room after a few minutes with a cup of tea and two sippy cups, one for each baby. “Seriously?” Sarah asked when Kirsty pushed the toddler cup over to Sarah. “Until I know what I’m doing I’m going to do as Nick asks.” Kirsty said with a shrug, “I don’t want him finding out that I did something I shouldn’t have.” Sarah watched Kirsty’s eyes flick to look at George as she spoke. George was drinking his tea with apparent relish, Sarah got the impression that he didn’t get to enjoy these adult drinks too often. The sissy missed Kirsty’s little gesture of warning, he was looking up at the ceiling as he drank. Nodding in understanding, Sarah brought up her own drink of hot tea and tilted the sippy cup back. She blushed a little from the humiliating way she had to drink but she understood the reasons. If Nick found out Kirsty couldn’t be trusted then the two would likely not see each other again. “Now tell me.” Kirsty said as she leaned back in her chair, “How did this happen?” “When we got back from here last week I thought he was going to leave me. I thought Nick was going to walk out and I wouldn’t have blamed him.” Sarah admitted, “Then he told me he wanted me to know what it was like to be him, he said I had to be treated like him.” “Mmhmm.” Kirsty mumbled as she drank her own tea. Sarah paused as she realised how strange it was to be seemingly having a conversation with Kirsty in the same way she always had, at the dining room table with a cup of tea, and yet the circumstances couldn’t be more different. “Well I had to agree.” Sarah said with a shrug, “To save the marriage.” “You wanted to save it then?” Kirsty asked rather frankly. “What!? Of course!” Sarah looked shocked and offended at what Kirsty was implying. “Well, sorry.” Kirsty replied as she put her hands out in an apologetic manner, “But I’m just calling it as I see it.” “I was wrong to do what I did.” Sarah admitted, “I told Nick that and he forgave me. I agreed to take his place and do what he asked but he’s been a nightmare.” “A nightmare?” Kirsty repeated. “The power went straight to his head and he’s spent his whole time humiliating me and making me be his slave.” Sarah complained bitterly, “I have no say in anything.” Kirsty held her tongue despite wanting to remind her friend that she had put Nick in that same situation. She was sure that Nick did take advantage of the situation though and Kirsty had no doubt that Nick would take things too far. Kirsty looked at the Sarah in front of her combined with the way Nick swaggered about everywhere and knew that this balance of power couldn’t last. “I have no doubt that things aren’t pleasant for you.” Kirsty said sincerely, “But I don’t know what you want me to do about it. This is between you and him.” “Come on Kirsty…” Sarah said as she threw her hands up, “You must have something, some sort of trick to turn the tables again. I’m desperate.” “Geez, I don’t know…” Kirsty was reluctant to interfere any more than she already had. In many ways she regretted encouraging this process in the first place. “Please!” Sarah begged again. She shuffled forwards in her chair causing her nappy to crinkle loudly, “I’m not meant to be like this. I’ve learnt my lesson, I will be better as a care giver, I just need help to get there again.” Kirsty threw her head back and stretched her neck muscles as she tried to work out what the correct course of action would be. She wanted to help Sarah but she wasn’t sure if she should. Even with Kirsty’s distaste of Nick, she couldn’t deny he had every right to take some liberties with Sarah after what she had done. “Remember when we were still at university?” Sarah said as she leaned back slightly and smiled, “You were getting into your whole dominating thing and the university found some rather explicit things in your room? Things you weren’t allowed?” “Sarah…” Kirsty said wearily. Indeed, Kirsty did remember this incident and she knew why Sarah was bringing it up. “And it wasn’t the first time you were in trouble was it?” Sarah continued, “If I remember correctly you were one strike away from getting thrown out. Am I right?” Kirsty rolled her eyes and nodded. It was true, she hadn’t been a goody-two-shoes like her friend and she had got in trouble a little too often. It didn’t help that Kirsty was usually unrepentant when she was caught. She was paying to be there, she should be able to do whatever she liked was her state of mind. “Then you’ll remember that just as they were about to throw you out” Sarah went on, “I stepped in and took the blame. Ruined my perfect record to keep you, my best friend, in college.” “Aright, alright… I get it.” Kirsty cut Sarah off, “You want me to help you as payback?” “You told me you would help me out whenever I needed it.” Sarah finished before repeating, “Whenever I needed it.” “OK. Fine. I’ll help.” Kirsty almost shouted to emphasise she had got the point. “Good.” Sarah replied, “How do we do it?” “I have an idea…” Kirsty replied as she looked at George. It was the first time in a long while that either woman acknowledged that the sissy was in the room. George looked from Sarah to Kirsty and gulped in worry.

Quinn waited for what felt like a hour to have the stupid thermometer removed from her arse and was relieved when it finally came out. "I'd be glad to get out of here." stated Quinn, "mhm I don't feel that ill? So I guess it must be unless its just getting started?" questioned Quinn lightly only to feel sprinkles on her bottom causing her to blush. The sweet smell of baby powder filling the air. Quinn does her best to ignore all this. The crinkle of the diaper, the powder and the loud rustling of plastic pants going up and securing her once more. Quinn chuckles and nods. The smell of food hitting her but she didn't feel terribly hungry cause of earlier but she'd never pass up a opportunity for food when its going. Quinn couldn't help but whine softly from having her thumb removed and pouted slightly, "Okay," replied Quinn resting her head on Paladin Stone's shoulder doing her best not to suck her thumb at all but it was hard, "this should be fun." mumbled Quinn with a slight grin at the thought of briefing the troops despite being carried on Stone's hip with her legs dangling freely while one of her hands clutched the back of the Paladin's shirt.

GE 2880 B and no headphones required. You young'uns wouldn't understand the appeal Bettypooh

Actually with this catheter stent or the homemade airline stents when laying down you will likely stop leaking but when you stand the flood gates open. More that once after raising from a nap I have run to the bathroom knowing my diaper was about to burst!

Chapter 18 - Nurse’s Office “This is no small accident she pooped all over herself look at her bottom!” The office nurse was beside herself pulling your diaper back and peeking in under your held skirt. She lets it snap closed and the fabric fall. “I don’t know why she would lie to you about having a messing accident of that size. There’s no hiding it.” “Me neither Nurse Matthews.” Caitlyn sang from the doorway to the office playing with her necklace,smiling, having just delivered you from her patrol of the hall. She’d popped your pacifier in, so you were stuck silently suckling, and had threatened that any twitch you made to try and explain the source of your accident would prompt her to press her special necklace again. Turns out, she presses it anyway, you cramp, a look of betrayal and discomfort scrunching your face before you push more and expand your diaper even up into the front. The nurse, knowing that face, quickly hurries to lift your skirt, just in time to watch the final patch stretch into your crotch, then be accompanied by a darkening spread of pee. “What has gotten into your kind lately?!” She exclaims, simply exasperated. “We need to check the cafeteria food. This is the fifth messy accident I’ve had to deal with this week! It’s an epidemic!” Rant over, she drops your skirt and picks up your permanent record file from her desk to make her assessment. “Pooping your pants is an age reduction offense little lady.” She writes. “Back to bottle feedings and everything else for a while until you think twice before letting go.” Her signature seals your fate. “Ooo, Can I help?!” Caitlyn raised her hand. You glare and Caitlyn smiles innocently. “They were right when they said the new big girl was going to be a handful.” The nurse files her report away. “I don’t see why not Caitlyn; your poor dorm nurse will need all the help she can get.” * “This is so going to be so much fun” Caitlyn beams down at you, half-naked on top of the nurse’s table, skirt pulled up past your waist with a clean white diaper under you. “I’ll get to help change you, dress you, feed you, bathe you...everything just like my baby dolly!” She giggles as the office nurse returns from disposing your wrapped dirty wipes and diaper. “But I’ll let the grownups handle the icky parts.” She winked. The nurse applied large helpings of the unfortunately branded ‘butt paste’ to you thinking you would need it to sit through classes, since she guessed you wouldn’t be able to make it and would be inevitably wet for long periods of time. The nurse lifted a baby powder bottle and Caitlyn begged to help. She was soon over you with a malicious grin upturning the bottle and squeezing stream after stream of powder onto you. You barely even flinch as it accumulated like spilled flour, but instead never took your eyes off Caitlyn. You search for signs of an ear bud something that might keep her immune and her pants dry. If the resistance could only learn how that worked, a way to launch a targeted strike. The flow of the power struggle would shift dramatically, namely into the pants of your oppressors. Loud rustling and the thick absorbency padding of your changed diaper distracts you and soon you are ready to return to your scheduled classes. quick note: I wonder what Caitlyn has against you in particular...And thank you didldum!

chapter 5 After the day Bab had I gave her the bead again as soon as we got back. “If I see Marvo before we leave I'm frying his ass,” Bab said as she slowly began to regain body function. “Language little girl,” I told her as I took a seat next to her. “Shut up. No one understands me,” she told me. “Still kids shouldn't cures,” I tell her “I'm not a fucking kid.” she snapped at me before rolling over and ignored me. I just sighed leaving it as is and began sorting the items we got. I then looked over at my bag, all this over a stupid bag? “I get my stuff might be rare but is it really necessary to go that far?” I asked out loud. “Gun.” bab replied. “Gun?” “There have been others who have bought stuff like that into this world. Stuff that can make people feel good when burned. Stuff that can help the sick.” bab explained without looking at me. “But you guys have magic. You can shoot lightning, Noah held us not too long ago.” I tell her still not getting it. “Ya, we use magick. How many people in town have you seen wearing this?” Bab asked and raised her bracelet up. Now that she mentioned it, I have not. The only people I've seen so far has been Sherry, Noah and the guys that attacked us. “80% of people who get the bracelet die with it. Eather by a monster or the curse. So most people don't risk it.” Bab explained. “Why did you put one on then?” I asked her. For me, I want to go home and this is the only option I had, but Bab? She still won't tell me why she forced a bond. Even now she just ignores me again. She didn't move from that spot at all until it was time for dinner. Which she quickly ate, drank her bottle, and shoved the pacifier in her mouth before laying back down. I still don't understand why she’s so mad. I decided to leave the wind cracked a bit just in case before I went to sleep myself. Hoping tomorrow will be a lot better. ******* The next morning I was greeted with a full diaper and a knock on the door. Bab’s reaction was just full of fear. She really didn't want any more people than necessary to see her in a diaper, let alone a full one. “Who is it?” I asked without opening the door. “Its sherry, I came to invite you both to breakfast.” sherry said threw the door. “Cool, we’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes, where getting dressed right now,” I tell her hoping that would buy us enough time to change a diaper without her knowing. “Ok I'll meet you downstairs,” she said and we hard her leave. After a quick diaper change for Bab and quickly packed my stuff we both went downstairs to meet Sherry and check out of the inn. Sherry took us to a small restaurant where we meet with Noah. they were even nice enough to pay for breakfast. “So we wanted to know what your plans were?” Sherry asked. “To be honest we don't know. I was told if I can find enough magick users I might be able to go home.” I tell them “No one's been able to do that in years. But if you're determined to do it that may I make a suggestion?” Noah asked. “Go ahead.” “Go north to Omorashi city. There you should be able to find a gild or something to help” Noah suggested. And that actually wasn't a bad idea. “There's just one problem.” sherry commented. Of course, there was. “The further north you go the stronger the monsters. So I recommend going to Pa’a kingdom first.” “The what kingdom?” I asked. “The Pa’a kingdom they are one of the kingdoms of the world. Each kingdom was made after a dark crystal was destroyed making the one who destroyed it, king or queen.” Sherry explained and pulled out a map. The kingdoms are Pa’a, Parïtet, altabuul, on Misae, and Pariti, and Paridade on Guadalupe. Parïtet was the furthest south on Misae and directly west of us. Above them was Pa’a and further north than that was Altabuul. “The kingdoms all have people who are very powerful and Pa’a has some of the best trainers from all over,” Noah told us. “Trainers?” I asked. “They are veterans who have been fighting for a long time and have retired. To make money they help train people to get stronger and teach them new ways of killing monsters.” Sherry explained. “What do you think Bab, should we go to Pa’a?” I asked her. She just nods in agreement. “By the way have you picked a class you want to be?” Noah asked. I did actually. I had to think long and hard about what I wanted to be. Out of them all, I took out mage, bow, and rogue. They just wouldn't suit me well. Tamer was a good option since I could possibly get a good monster to team up with. But it would basically be a big pet and right now I don't have the money to take care of one. I was stuck between fighter and hunter for the longest time. The fighter was the better balance of stats, while hunter focuses on speed and regen. Fighter also has more classes they can turn into later while hunter only has one after it. But in the end, I knew what I had to be. Alexander March Stats- lv1 HP-60 (+4) Attack-20 (+3) Defence-19 (+5) Speed-20 (+2) Regen-7 (+1) Manna-22 class-hunter Skills-hunter eyes. Weapons-knife Element-ice partner-Bab Ados Stats- lv11 HP-39 (+10) Attack-6 Defence-6 (+10) Speed-6 (+5) Regen-5 (+3) Manna-132 class-mage Skills-potion maker Weapons-none Element-lightning Money ---- gold 3) silver 79) bronze 40) copper 0) I had to go with the hunter for the skills. Hunters main skill is hunter's eyes. This will allow me to locate monsters a lot easier and also shows me what's valuable on them. Also, they have 2 other skills I can learn at lv10 and lv20. Basically, those skills will help us out a lot more than anything else at the moment. I might change classes later on but for now, I'll be a hunter. “I got to say that's a good pick,” Noah said as I told him. “That class will come in handy.” “Yep and know you should be able to use storage,” Sherry told me. Sherry then showed me how it worked and explained it to me. The higher the class the more you can store. right now because my class is still low I can only store up to 10 items. Luckily there's a special trick to the magic. If you were to put 10 coins into the storage that would count as 10 items. But if you put the coins in a bag before you put it in then its only counted as one. Meaning Bab’s and my bag only count as 2 items! Sweet! “By the way, couldn't you have used it?” I ask bab. “No, it only works when both parties are above a base. I had to wait for you,” she tells me and puts her backpack in the storage we shared. “Ow and I had a few things for you,” Noah told me as he pulled a few things out of his storage. The first was a book on monsters. It had everything from what they are, to what they drop and what the drops can be used for. Also scribbled in were some of Noah's own notes.” the next was a map of Misae. And finally, he pulled out a sword. It was a medium-sized sword, about the length of my elbow to my fingers. And it was twice as heavy as my old sword. “I can't take that,” I tell him. “You're not, I'm loaning it to you. Right now you don't have the money to get a proper weapon. I want you to use that sword and if we ever meet again I want you to pay me back.” Noah told me. I was hard to argue with him. All I could do was say thank you. Both Noah and Sherry saw us off as we left the little town I only now found out was called Ubunye town. “Why did you give him that sword?” Sherry asked Noah once we were out of earshot. “Like I said, he’s going to need it.” “But you spent months getting the materials just for it.” sherry reminded him. “Yep and I'm gambling it that I'll soon get something better later,” Noah said ****************************************4 days later. Traveling by foot sucks. Traveling with a kid who has to take a break every 2 hours from walking, was worse. It took Bab and I a day to get to Ubunye town only because I was training on and off the whole time. Normally it would only take 6 hours. But thanks to Bab being so small she can't walk more than 2 and a half hours at a time with a half an hour break. I tried to have her hidden on my back but because the ground is so uneven it's hard to walk while carrying her. But I did have an idea for something later on. During her breaks, I would do a little training of my own. It wasn't much but after 4 days I finally got used to the weight of the sword. Even while we're walking I'm trying new ice magic. I now have 2 new spells. Ice breathe, where I blow cold air out. The more mana I use the colder it gets. The other is ice shard. I can form a little ice shard and even levitate it a bit. I can then use it as a throwing weapon. Bab has also been very pissed at me the last two days as well because I stole her pants. Her diapers are small enough that they can be hidden by normal pants. But with her walking around so much I noticed she was getting a heat rash on her legs around the diaper because of the pants. So I took them. Ow, she yelled and complained. She didn't have anything else. (note to self, get her more clothes.) so to cover up the diaper I made her a skirt. I zipped up my jacket, her small body fit thru the head hole and tied the sleeves around her waist to keep it up. It wasn't the best looking skirt but her legs could now breath and it made changing her a whole lot easier. Next was camping. Bab had no idea how it worked and was stunned when we had to share my small tent. She tried to say I had to sleep outside at which point I picked her up and hung her by the sleeves of the jacket skirt right off a tree. “Ok, I'm getting tired of that bossy attitude,” I tell her. “Let me down you ass!” she yelled as she struggled with getting herself down but found I tied the sleeves too well. “That is MY tent, the food you are eating came from the money I got, if you're going to keep treating me like shit I will stop helping you,” I tell her. “Ha, you wouldn't be here if it weren't for me!” Bab yelled at me. “I showed you how to use magic, I showed you how…” I shoved her pacifier in her mouth to shut her up. “Your right, however, John was the one who was supposed to come with me, he was the one who was supposed to show me those things. The only difference is you've just been a major pain in my ass by not helping with anything while I have to change your smelly ass every few hours.” I tell her. Before walking away. “Where are you going!” she yelled as she took the pacifier out of her mouth. “You'll see!” I yelled back and left her up there. I left for about 20 minutes and going out a little bit. It's here I learned that when you get past a certain limit the bracelets start to sting a bit. But that stopped when I got back. “I want to make you a deal,” I tell her. “What time of deal?” she asked while glaring at me. “I want to prove you're nothing but a spoiled brat that needs me to hold her hand,” I tell her and she got angry. “So I propose you go one day without my help.” “Haw, that will be easy!” she shouted at me. And I only smiled. “I thought you would say that so I prepared you something.” I tell her as I pulled out her backpack. “In here there is breakfast, lunch and tonight's dinner. Also in her is your pants, along with a tarp from my pack, my shovel, and everything you already had. You just have to go until we set up camp tomorrow.” “What do I get out of this?” she asked. “You can have everything in the storage right now, including my sword,” I tell her and she was slightly stunned I would offer everything. “But if you lose you must accept my punishment.” “What are you going to spank me?” she asked. “Nope, you'll just have this in your diaper,” I tell her and reveal a slime I caught not too long ago. In the book, Noah gave me I learned slimes only eat dead things and are very harmless themselves. So Bab won't be in any danger but I wanted to make a point. I watched as her face when per whit as she looked at the yellow slime. “If you lose, you must have a slime in your diaper all day,” I tell her. “Or you can apologize to me right now, start respecting me a bit more and only have the slime in your diaper for an hour.” No matter what she was going to be punished. I had enough of her attitude and this was the best way to do that. “I except,” Bab told me. Her pried on the line. She knew she could do this. “Ok then.” I then stabbed the slime with my knife knowing I could find extra later and helped bab down before taking my jacket back. To be completely fair to Bab I took the tent down as I still had my sleeping bag and I started a fire. I watched as Bab quickly started hers but I just as quickly put it out. “Hay!” Bab yelled at me. “Sorry, this will be my last bit of help. Heres some fire safety tips.” I tell her and pointed out a lot of problems with her fire. And even helped her get a new one ready. Hay even I don't want to die in a forest fire because a kid didn't know any better. Form then on things went just as I thought they would. For starters, she burnt her dinner trying to cook it. Having it too close to her fire. Next, her fire nearly went out twice because she didn't have enough wood. As I got in my sleeping bag she laid out the tarp and wrapped herself in the only blanket she had with her pillow and laid right next to her small fire. A few hours later I got up and used the rest of my wood to keep her's going while she slept. I can be an ass but I'm not going to let her freeze. The next morning I watched as she had to get out of her ruined pants. She was so cold she tried to huddle up as best she could which cause the diaper to leak. She then tried her best to get herself clean and haphazardly put the new diaper on. We then went out to gather more wood. I even showed her to use the rope I packed to tie a bundle of sticks together and place it in storage to help. She had a lot of trouble just with this because of her hands but she refused to give up. With breakfast instead of burning her food, she dropped it. So I offered to feed her half of her lunch just so she didn't go hungry. She refused at first but I told her this one was free. As we walk I almost found myself laughing at her misfortune. She was exhausted from being cold last night, hungry because she only had half a meal and was walking, her diaper felt uncomfortable because it wasn't taped up well and she had to tie a piece of rope around her waist to keep her pants up because she couldn't button them. To make it worse a few hours later the messed up diaper leaked and she ruined another pair of pants. She was down to her last pair of pants and she spent an hour just trying to clean herself again. The final straw happened as we stopped to have lunch a few hours later. She sat across from me. Staring at the food she dropped again. Just staring at it. “You ok?” I asked as I pulled out my bag. She just stood up. Not saying a word and walked over to me. When I looked at her face she was trying her hardest not to start crying right then and there. She had another wet spot on her pants. “You know what you have to say,” I tell her. “I'm sorry.” she whispered. “Speak up. I can't hear whispers.” I tell her. This is when she finally broke down and started crying. “I'm sorry!, I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I feel gross!” She told me while she cried. I know we didn't move much but today I set up the tent early. I then proceeded to take her pants off and had to really get Bab clean from the (pun intended) shity job she did. Once she was cleaned up I fed her and had her get inside the tent and into my sleeping bag to take a much-needed nap. When she got up a few hours later it was already getting dark. “I'm sorry,” she told me again as she sat down next to me. Not even bothering to cover up her surprisingly clean diaper. “Don't worry about it. I've told you before I don't care about your problems.” I tell her. “I know.” she replied. “Just treat me with a little more respect, that's all I'm asking for,” I tell her. “I will. Thank you,” she said “Your welcome,” I tell her We sat there a moment before pulling the back of her diaper open and shoved a slime into it. Before she could scream I shoved her pacifier back into her mouth. “You lost, keep it in their twenty minutes and we call it good,” I tell her. Her face was a mixture of anger, sadness and disgust and a single tear in her eye. I grab her shoulder and pull her closer to me for a hug as we look at the fire and watch Bab’s heavily stained pants burn. Alexander March Stats- lv6 HP-67 (+4) Attack-28 (+3) Defence-25 (+5) Speed-32 (+2) Regen-7 (+1) Manna-26 class-hunter Skills-hunter eyes. Weapons-sword (D) (ability: groth) Element-ice partner-Bab Ados Stats- lv15 HP-44 (+10) Attack-8 Defence-8 (+10) Speed-7 (+5) Regen-9 (+3) Manna-145 class-mage Skills-potion maker Weapons-none Element-lightning Money ---- gold 3) silver 79) bronze 40) copper 0)

Thanks for all the complements guys, glad your all enjoying it Day 4: I was having pleasant baby dreams, I dreamed that I was with mommy, and that I was actually a little baby, it was great. Then I woke up, fist thing that I noticed was the oder. I had never pooped my pants before and now I didn't even remember doing it. When I first agreed to doing this, I had no idea that it would be this intensive. I mean role playing was fun but this was getting out of hand, on the one hand I didn't want to disappoint Claire. but on the other hand I was locked in a crib with shit in my pants. I started to cry. Claire heard me crying over the baby monitor. Within a minute she was in my room. "smells like my baby made a stinky, lets get you changed sweetie" I cried harder, mommy found my pacifier and put it in my mouth, then she laid me on the changing table, whiped my butt clean and powdered me up then put me in a thick cloth diaper. Once I was in a clean diaper I began to feel better. Mommy held me close as she could see I was upset, soon I began to calm down. "Mommy, I don't even remember" "But your a baby now, its normal, you didn't have any other choice" "I know mommy, but I had no control over it" "If your worried about control just wait until tomorrow" mommy told me "now I want to you talk more like a baby would alright?" "yes mommy" "alright lets finish diapering you" mommy put me back on the changing table and added 3 more cloth diapers to my already thick ensamble, then some plasting pants, after she helped me down I realized that I could no long walk and was forced to crawl. So I crawled to breakfast, I was fed baby food and Mommy was very careful to made sure I was covered in baby food by the end. After breakfast I was put back into my playpen, this time mommy put on the teletubies. Mommy decided that I needed a bath and soon I was in a bubble bath full of toys. Mommy washed me, taking extra care on my genital area. Then dried me off and put a new diaper on me. Then she gave me another baby bottle and put me down for a nap. I woke up later and after mommy changed my wet diaper, I crawled to the living room wearing only a diaper and t-shirt and there were mommies friends. (and I thought I was embarresed yesterday) Immediantly, linsey picked me up and put me on her lap, (I'm not that that tall and only weigh about 120 pounds), then she started to tickle me and blow raspberries on my tummy. With all the ticking, I started to pee, Lindsey noticed that and made some joke about it, then she kissed me on the forehead and remarked "Oh he even smells like a baby" "What shampoo do you use on him?" asked Jenny, I mean it was like I wasn't even there, just some object. The girls put me back on the floor and started talking about girl stuff. I become distracted and started playing with some legos. After some time, it was time for mommy to make dinner for the 3 of us and herself. "Ok baby into the playpen with you" I didn't want to go I was having fun. "me no want" I thought mommy was going to get mad at me but then Jenny stepped in, I'll watch him, besides you two are such great cooks, you don't need me getting in your way I resumed playing with the legos, they were big legos so i couldn't choke on them if I put them in my mouth. Anyway a few minutes after mommy left, Jenny came down to the floor with me and started to play with me, we were having fun and we started talking "So how is it being a baby again, having to wear diapers and such?" "I'm having fun, its a bit stressful not being able to express what I want to say, then when I get frustrated mommy says im cranky and makes me take a nap in my crib" "You have a crib" "I have a whole nursery, do you wanna see" "Sure I'd love to" I crawled to my room with Jenny following behind me, I wasn't even embarrassed I liked having a person I could talk to and not have to act compleatly babyish around. "This is ridiculous" she said, as I showed her my nursery. I showed her everything, she seemed really interested, I actually felt like I was actually showing it off to her. At that time, Lindsey came in and told us that it was dinner time, I crawled back and soon we were all sitting down for dinner. Mommy fed me baby food and they ate a roast chicken. After it was done they ate dessert and I had a bottle. After dinner I has having a lot of fun with everyone, but soon enough it was 8:30 and I had to goto bed. Although mommy said that she'd put me in pajamas first and then I could come back out and say goodnight and stay up till 9. I came back and everyone admired my P.J.s. It was really hard to move because my night diaper was even thicker than my day one. Finally I had to goto bed, everyone said goodnight and I went to sleep, I was actually pretty tired, I guess you could say I slept like a baby.

Day 3: I woke up early so I went to the kitchen to get some food, mommy was already awake and had everything ready. I looked toward the table and noticed the adult size high chair set up. "Hows my little toddler doing?" mommy said as she got me into my high chair, "Looks like somebody needs a change, we'll have to do it after breakfast" she said as she sat down in front off my strapped a bib on me "open wide for mommy, here comes the airplaine" she said as she shoveled food into and around my mouth. After I was done eating mommy left me in my highchair as she washed the dishes. At least she gave me a toy car to play with. After that she brought me to the room and put me on the changing table, I felt so small. She took off my diaper and to my surprise didn't re-diaper me. Instead she brought me to the potty and instructed me to sit on it. Then she told me that I had to make a poopy like a big boy and that she wouldn't let me off the potty until I did. I complained about her watching me, but she told me to stop whining because pretty soon I was going to be using my diapers in front of her anyway, and this may be the last time i use the potty for awhile. When I was done she rediapered me and told me that I was to tell her when I needed to poop and she would put me on the potty. Otherwise I was to use my diaper. She also explained to me that I was toddler now and should speak as such, then she put in in the playpen to play, she also turned on Barney the dinosaur, which I really got into. I soon lost track of time as the hours went by, I didn't even notice what mommy was doing. By nap time I had already wet my diaper a few times. "Mommy me not tired" "Sweetie you need to take a nap otherwise you'll be cranky" "No!" I screamed "Sweetie your gonna take a nap or I'm going to give you a spanking do you want that?" "No mommy" I stammered "Alright lets get you changed and ready for your nap" She brought me into the guest room, I could see now that she had turned it into a giant nursery for me. It was beautiful, there was everything a baby needed, she changed my wet diaper then I layed down in the crib and said to her as she was locking the side. "Mommy, I'm still not sleepy" "Well just lay there then, you don't have to sleep but if you get out of your crib your going to be punished" "Ok, but I'm not sleeping" I firmly stated. She just smiled, closed the blinds and left. I stared at the mobile hanging overhead trying to stay awake, but within a few minutes my eyes became heavy and the last thing I can remember was clutching my bear while making peepee in my diaper. A little while later Mommy came in to check on me. I was fast asleep, but woke up when mommy, accidentally slammed the lid on my new toy box. "I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to wake you" she let me out of my crib and I climbed out "I have a surprise for you but first we're going to have to get you dressed" She checked my diaper, no surprise I was wet. She changed me and then proceeded to dress me in a very toddler like outfit. Corduroy pants, I bright blue t-shirt with a sun on it, and a Barney cap. She took me to the car (was I really going out dressed like this) at least the pants covered up my diaper, even if it was a bit crinkly. Luckily for me I had moved in with her (like I said she's rich) so I didn't know anyone in the town. I looked in the car and to my surprise saw a giant car seat in the back, She strapped me in (boy did I feel like a real toddler) and soon we were off. For some reason riding in the car must have made me sleepy cause I dosed off. The next thing I knew, mommy was getting me out of the car and I saw that we were at the movie theater. At least its dark I thought. We walked past a few signs and I saw a movie I had wanted to see about some bank robbers. "Can we please see that mommy" I said to her, as I said it I noticed an older lady giving me a weird look. "I think thats a little to violent besides I got something better" she said "Two tickets to the Barney movie please" (oh boy) The cashier wasn't paying us much attention but when she saw me I saw her crack a smile, I felt like dying So we watched to movie, normally during movies I usually have to go to the bathroom and miss part of it, however this time I just used my diaper. I was careful to to wet too much seeing as how I didn't want to risk getting changed in public. After the movie was over we were on our way out when mommy bumped into a few of her friends (coming from the movie that I wanted to see). I was so embarrassed I just looked at the floor, wondering what they were going to think. "Oh how adorable" one of them said I was shocked "So we finally get to meet the baby" said the other one Claire must have told them She then introduced me "This is my friend Laura" Laura was a tall brunette with wide brown eyes, she was pretty cute I had to admit, though I was certainly in no position to hit on her. "And this is Jenny" "Hi" said Jenny, her voice was kinda high pitched, she had blonde hair and blue eyes, her hair was pulled back, yet she looked very relaxed. "What do you say" said Mommy "Hello Laura and Jenny, its nice to meet you" I muttered my eyes still staring at the ground "Hey, did you guys eat yet?" asked laura "Maybe we can all go get some pizza or somthing" "Sounds like a good idea", said mommy I felt weird being in public but I guess that it was something I would have to get used to We all went for pizza and I actually had a good time, Mommy's friends were really nice to me (Jenny even cut up my pizza for me) and both of them indicated that they wanted to baby sit for me sometime. The only thing that I think made me stick out was that mommy had made me drink out of a sippy cup. Finally we arrived home, I was very tired as it was almost my bedtime, which was getting earlier and earlier. Mommy changed me into a fresh diaper and brought me to my crib, she asked if I was thirsty and I told her yes, (normally I don't drink before bed because it makes me have to get up and pee, but given the circumstances it didn't matter. Mommy came back in with a baby bottle and told me to drink it, it was warm milk and it tasted really good, what I didn't know was that mommy had added a sleeping powder. Within seconds after I finished I was out.Mommy then went to the drawer and pulled out a pacifier which she popped in my mouth. I immediantly started to suck on it. Mommy smiled, turned on a baby monitor gave me a kiss, and left.

Day 2: I woke up, wet. Earlier the night, Claire had made it clear that she would appreciate if I "had an accident". Claire came in to check on me. "Looks like my little boy is awake" "Mommy I'm a big boy" "I don't think that big boys have as many accidents as you do" She undressed me and took off my pull up. I expected her to put me back in the spiderman briefs I wore yesterday but instead she took out another pullup. "Where are my undies?:" I protested "Listen todays rules require that you wear these, they don't require that you use them, you can still use the potty in the bathroom" She grabbed my hand and walked me over to the bathroom, to my surprise there sat a giant potty, big enough for me! "Now go tinkle for mommy" "I don't have to go though mommy" "I don't want any accidents so just try for me sweety" So I sat down, and sure enough, a started to pee, after I was done, mommy helped me with my pants and emptied the potty into the toilet. "Good job baby" she said She then brought me to the table and served me breakfast. I had waffles cut up into squares, and some orange juice in a plastic cup. It was raining so we didn't do much that morning, except play snakes and ladders. Then it was time for lunch which consisted of pieces of hot dog which she cup up for me and put in some mac and cheese. I ate it with a special plastic spoon with pictures of racecars on it, then mommy told me that I need to take a nap and put me to bed. The afternoon was the same as the morning except it cleared up and we were able to goto mcdonalds. I was kinda embaresed when she ordered a happy meal for me and also kinda worried that someone would see that I was wearing a pullup but luckly there was hardly anyone in there. I sat down and ate my meal, then, since mommy was still eating I played with the toy I got. It was some sort of action figure from some movie I never saw. We went back home and soon enough I had wet my pullup. Mommy took me to the bedroom, which was begining to look more and more like a nursery, and instead of allowing me to take off my pullup and put on a new one, instructed me to get on the changing table. She then undid the sides like it was a diaper and preceded to take out a disposable bambino, baby diaper. I was confused. "Mommy I thought you said I was not going to be regressed again till tommorow" "Well sweetie, I know how you have accidents at night so I think it will just be easier if you wear a diaper at night and since I you already wet your pullup I'm just going to put you in your diaper now seeing as how your bedtime is coming up" With that, she powdered and diapered me and helped me back to the living room where we watched some more T.V. A few minutes later I had to pee. "Mommy, I need to go potty" "Peepee or poopie" she asked "Pee pee mommy" "Well your already in your night diaper and I don't feel like rediapering you do just use that." So I let my bladder go, I hadn't really wet that much in my pullups during the day, just a tinkle every once in a while. It felt great and I was fully satisfied. Soon it was time for bed, mommy, tucked me in, brought me my bear, kissed me goodnight and turned off the light.