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I'd be lying if I said I didn't have fantasies about doing what this guy did, but there's a huge difference between fantasy and reality, and this guy crossed the line in a big way.

I remember one Christmas Eve I'd gone to bed but was just too excited to sleep. I was 5 Years old my bedroom was small and at the rear of the house overlooking the back garden and it was a wonderfully clear night. I could see the stars twinkling but I was just too excited and wriggled around in my nappy and plastic pants (I too was a bedwetter until much later) but just couldn't get to sleep. I remembered mummy and daddy saying that if I didn't go to sleep then Santa wouldn't come because I was being a naughty little boy so I was desperate to fall asleep. And then I saw Santa. Well, perhaps not Santa but his sleigh because high up in the clear night sky I could see a twinkling red light, which I knew meant Santa was on his way... and horror of horrors I wasn't sleep. So I scrunched my eyes tightly shut and suddenly felt my nappy fill as I wet myself... the warmth relaxing me under the heavy winter blankets and that was the last thing I remember until morning. Thankfully, when I toddled downstairs at 6am my ruse must have worked because I had tons of pressies to open. Which I did sat in a wet and saggy nappy but I couldn't have been happier at that moment. It wasn't until I was much older that my brother told me that the flashing light was a passing plane... up until he told me I still thought I'd seen Santa's Sleigh.

Chapter 13 The party was over, and I was sitting in just the t-shirt and diaper and started going through the stuff that had accumulated. I got a pad of paper out so I could write down what I had to mention in my thank you notes. I started with the boxes. I opened up the first, and it contained a Danielson sweatshirt. Cool, I could use that. The next box was from my parents. I opened it up. Another Danielson College item. I pulled it from the box and shook it to unfold. A Onesie. Crikes. Were they ever going to give it a break? After working through the boxes, I opened the cards. I wasn’t expecting it, but many of them contained either checks or cash. This was working out to be a pretty good day. I got down to one from my uncle Jeff and it didn’t have anything in it but inscribed on the card was a message. “Happy Birthday/Graduation Jason! Couldn’t think of anything to give you but I’ll offer you the use of my beach house for the week of your choice for you and your friends.” I thought about this. This had possibilities. I set everything aside and started in on writing the thank you notes. My phone chimed. Kim: What are you guys doing? Katelyn: Nothing much. Me: Just getting started on my thank you notes. Kim: Yeah, I gotta do that. Kaitlyn: Yeah. We gotta talk about all this. Movie tomorrow? Kim: OK. So it was set. I picked the girls up, and we moved to the food court at the mall and found a table. “I’ve had it with being embarrassed by my parents,” Kim started, and we all agreed. The party was too much. Here we were turning into adults and paraded around like babies. “Well, things will be different at college,” Kaitlyn said. “I mean, we’ll still wear diapers, but we’re going to be normal again otherwise. It’s purely a medical problem as far as Danielson is concerned.” “Yeah,” Kim agreed. “But that’s still weeks away.” “Well, I have an idea,” I said. I explained my uncle’s offer of the beach house. We rapidly hashed out our plans. We’d have a week away from our parents. With a little of the cash we’d gotten as presents, we could buy some beachwear and have a week of normalcy. We’d eat what we wanted, wear what we wanted, did what we wanted. I told my mom limited information about our plans. Not everything, but just that the three of us were going to the beach. She was a little reticent to allow it, but she realized we were eighteen and in a few weeks we’d be at college, anyhow. Kim and Kaitlyn lobbied their parents the same way. I called my uncle and got a week scheduled. He swung by and dropped off the keys. About a week before our departure I came home, and mom had placed a package on my bed. “Swimmers” read the outside. I read the package. Swim diapers. Mom stuck her head in the room. “They go under your suit. You’ll need them. The girls can probably get by without them, but since you are fecally incontinent,” she emphasized the last two words. “You need to wear these.” I grumbled a bit, but I tried one on. Frankly, they were less awkward than my regular diapers, more like a pair of regular underwear, or at least pull-ups. Plans were made. The morning of our departure my mother dressed me in a romper. I didn’t protest as we planned to ditch out of the baby clothes. My bag with other baby clothes, a case of diapers, and my diaper bag was loaded into the car. I swung by Kim’s and picked her up. She was wearing a cute little sunsuit and I loaded her stuff. Kaitlyn ended up wearing a matching suit to Kim’s when I picked her up. We drove toward the beach going over our plan. We’d head to the house and unload and change diapers and then head out to get clothes. We were hungry before we arrived at the beach, so we decided to just make a quick stop at McDonald's. We sat down to eat to hear snickering from the next table. A younger boy was amused by our rather juvenile clothing. Kim told me to relax. It wouldn’t be much longer. We got to the house, and it was gorgeous. The entire rear had a view of the beach. We quickly shuffled our stuff inside. Kim had set up a changing area in one of the smaller areas and we quickly made use of it. We headed off to find a shop. We quickly found a beach shop. I headed off and picked out several t-shirts and shorts. I found a swimsuit. I had what I needed. I was paying for my purchases when the girls came up with theirs. They had picked out shorts, t-shirts, and sundresses. The same girl who rang me up started in on Kim’s. “You guys just get here?” she asked. We answered in the affirmative. “Cute outfits you’ve got on. It almost looks like you have diapers on.” “We do,” Kaitlyn said. The clerk gave a dismissive giggle. “Seriously,” Kaitlyn added. The clerk looked at Kaitlyn for a sign that she was kidding and then realized she wasn’t. She reddened as she quickly finished our transactions. On our way back to the house I told her, “You embarrassed her.” “Well, it’s good that someone else is embarrassed for a change.” We brought our purchases in, and we all went to put something new on. I had a short and t-shirt, and the girls came out with sundresses. We were ready. We decided to take a walk down the beach. We had our shoes off and walked just at the water’s edge. I was in the middle and held hands with both girls. “This is going to be a great week,” I said. “Yeah, and hopefully this is how college will go,” Kaitlyn added. As evening approached, we headed back to the house and looked through the kitchen. There were basic condiments and other staples, but if we were going to eat, we were going to have to go shopping. We got in the car and drove to the market. I pushed the cart while the girls picked out things to cook. With our purchases paid for we headed back. The girls popped a frozen pizza in the over as we determined it would be the fastest. We took it and some sodas out on the patio. It was almost like we were real teens again. That is until I realized I was wetting my diaper. “Oh hell,” I said. “What?” the girls said in unison. “I need a diaper change,” I said a little embarrassed. “So do I,” said Kim. “Me too,” said Kaitlyn. “Who wants to go first?” I said. “Let me change you,” said Kaitlyn. We went into the bedroom we’d put our changing supplies. Kaitlyn pulled off my shorts and set to change my diaper. About the time she had my clean diaper in place, Kim entered the room carrying clothing. “Put this on him,” she said holding up one item. It was one of the nighties from our very first sleepover. I took Kaitlyn’s dress down and changed her, putting a nightie on her and then did Kim. “Now what?” I asked as the three of us stood there in our nighties. “We go to bed,” Kim said.

I apologize in advance, you're in for a heck of a read. When I finished part one, I found that I had typed 11 pages! Yes, 11 pages in 12pt font in a text editor! Yikes. Please enjoy, I'm hoping to make two future chapters (assuming I don't hit burnout) Or at very least, some illustrations of the project. Based on the story "Diapered Gals" by Lady Daisy on Literotica. The inspiration to write a story like this is based on my personal DL (diaper lover) lifestyle. For me, diapers aren't a sexual outlet, but a lot of online stories go straight in that direction. I also enjoy seeing stories that don't evolve AB's (adult babies) as that too isn't part of my lifestyle. Enough about that- Enjoy! T oday was the day. I was moving house, from a small apartment on the west end to a house of my own in a quiet unassuming suburb. Michelle, one of my best friends, was at the apartment with me packing up the last of my things into her car, while I made the last checks around the empty building. "Bedroom? Check. Kitchen? Check. Bathroom? Check." "Who are you talking to?" Michelle's soft voice piped from the doorway, as she entered and looked at me walking about in circles. Michelle was a complete sweetheart of a best friend, average height and build with adorable dimples on each of her rosy cheeks. Her short brown hair was tied back into a small ponytail to keep out of her equally brown eyes while we packed, and like myself, was dressed casually in jeans and a black graphic tee. "Well?" She said, as clearly I didn't respond quickly enough to her; lost in my own little world. "If we don't get going soon Andrea, we're never going to get everything unloaded by nightfall!" She was right of course, as it was already one in the afternoon and we had about an hour's drive ahead of us. I gave her a knowing nod before playfully motioning her out the door as I walked after her. "Yeah, lets hit the road before I regret this whole moving idea, and all the work that goes into it." I said, locking the apartment behind me and heading towards my own car, which was equally full, if not a bit smaller than hers. I looked back one last time with a knowing smile that this look at my old apartment would be my last. Michelle climbed into her SUV, the main reason I had asked her to help, as I got into my tiny red sedan. I adjusted the mirror, ensuring that she was ready to follow, before revving up the engine and heading onto the city streets. I was ready to start my new life somewhere a little more comfortable. *** It was about a half hour into our drive, and the roads had opened up considerably. Where we started driving through crowded streets, we now found ourselves traversing an open highway where there was open space for miles around. Few other cars and trucks dotted the landscape, the occasional person passing on this non-divided highway, but nothing to be excited about. They had their destination, and I had mine. That was, until it hit me. Out of the blue, a black sports car drove straight for me, straight across the yellow line into my lane. I looked in horror, as there was nothing I could do before the driver plowed straight into my car. I braced for impact as our two cars spun straight across the other lane, off the highway. When we hit the trees, everything went black. *** A beeping, quiet at first, but nagging and annoying is the next thing I could process. I felt like everything around me was in a haze, like I was looking through a fogged over window. Instinctively I pulled my hand up to my head, feeling as though I was dragging a cord behind it. "She's awake!" A mystery voice proclaimed. It wasn't Michelle's, in fact it wasn't feminine at all. As my vision started to focus, I saw where I was. In front of me stood a young hospital nurse, dressed in blue scrubs with cute black and blue polka-dot pants and matching bandana atop his head. He was a tall black man, a bit on the heavier side, with dark eyes that looked like deep blue pools of water. He smiled at me as my eyes focused on him, and this time he addressed me personally. "Good morning Miss Verblau, it's good to see you awake. I'm Dave. Do you know where you are?" He asked before taking a small flashlight from his pocket and checking on my eyes. I shook my head at him and he spoke up again. "I'm not surprised, you were in quite a wreck yesterday. You were admitted to Sacred Heart Hospital yesterday afternoon, do you remember anything from your past? Your name perhaps?" As soon as he finished his sentence, he looked over his paperwork, and everything I couldn't explain suddenly made sense. I must have blacked out when that car hit me! But what of Michelle? She was driving behind me, was she okay? And my car, loaded full of half my life, where was it? I looked back up at him inquisitively and spoke up. "I...have a lot of questions." I said, plainly and simply. He looked down at me knowingly, like this is a statement he had had often before. "Your friend Michelle, the one who phoned in the accident is in the waiting area. Now that you're awake and out of intensive care, I'll get her back in here and we'll do an evaluation. It's sometimes best to have a friendly face to jog a patient's memory." I nodded at him before he could even finish his sentence, and Dave quickly left the room. While he stepped out, I had a better look at my surroundings. It was a traditional hospital room in most ways. The walls were painted a sky blue, with the usual hospital materials littered about the walls. The bed was also a soft blue color, the warm blankets wrapped over my lower body, and what looked to be an iv drip alongside the bed. I could assume it was antibiotics and saline, as well as few other monitors hooked up for my heart rate and oxygen levels. For now, I was in a room by myself, which considering I was unconscious, was likely not abnormal. No sooner did Dave leave and he was back with Michelle at his side. She looked relieved, and not worse for wear. It appears that if she was involved in the accident, she was out unscathed. She smiled widely at me in relief, as though she expected me to not yet be awake. Dave quickly took his assessment, then took his leave after bringing Michelle in, and I struggled to find the words. "How are you feeling?" Michelle asked first. She saw my struggle to say much of anything, and like always, knew exactly what to do. "I....I'm fine." I stammered, taking a deep breath from the oxygen tubes in my nose. "My car, the other car-" I didn't get far into the next sentence before Michelle took my hand in hers and calmed me. "It's going to be okay." She said with a relaxed smile, before continuing her explanation. "The damage is bad, and your car will be totaled, but right now it's in a junking lot until you're better. All your stuff is safe. As for the other car..." Her voice trailed off as she started the second part of her tale, starting the next sentence more sternly and solemnly. "The other driver is dead. No official word yet, but the officers said he looked like he was potentially on some pretty strong drugs." "Dead..." My voice trailed off a bit. I felt terrible for what happened, even if it wasn't my fault. I was the lucky one; I would be able to go home soon. All things considered, my body felt fine and I didn't feel any indicators of broken bones. Though I did have a few itchy bandages, one on my leg which felt saturated. I put aside my concerns about the other driver and pulled up the blankets briefly to look at the damage, but quickly fluffed them back down and turned a few shades of red. Michelle immediately recognized my discomfort. "Was it something I said?" She asked, though she pointedly looked down at the blankets that I had pulled tighter around myself. I refused to let her see what I had just seen, but perhaps the nurse from before could shed some light on the situation. "Michelle?" I asked, "Would you mind getting the nurse back here?" She didn't wait for a moment before stepping out of the room to find Dave, or one of the other nurses of the floor. While I was alone again, I pulled up the blankets to get a better look at what I thought I saw. I know that when in the hospital, patents are generally removed from their personal clothing, and given hospital gowns and shoes for the duration of their stay. However, usually in a situation like this, patients either have no undergarments or some sort of cath. That was not the case. These undergarments were far too purple for my tastes. Before I could think on it a moment more, Dave's voice returned to my ears, the nurse closing the door behind him, leaving Michelle in the halls while I spoke to him privately. "Andrea, I see you're in a bit of discomfort." He picks up the clipboard on my bed as he continues explaining the situation, reading over the clipboard for any additional details. "In the accident, you were mildly injured. I know you don't feel it, but you've suffered minor whiplash and damage to a few of your vertebra. Now, fortunately we've been able to pin the damaged vertebra back together, but the nerve damage isn't something we can reverse. We're assuming from a medical standpoint that it will recover, but it will take awhile as well. The bleeding has been controlled, and you have a few stitches from the initial incision-" "So what I'm wearing..." I interrupted, Dave responding in kind. "Ah, you're more interested in that. What you're wearing is a medical diaper. Molicare Super Plus if you'd like me to be exact with the branding. The nerve damage means that you have temporarily have spasms all through your lower body, including your bladder, hence the diaper. We discussed different options, but this is the least invasive method due to its temporary nature. When feeling and sensitivity comes back in those areas, you can retrain your body to become continent again, which according to patients that have gone through similar cases, is not as complicated as you may believe." I didn't respond to that. All I could do was look down over myself. I looked fine. I looked normal. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that I was laying in a hospital bed in a hospital gown, it didn't look like anything was wrong with me. Most importantly, I felt perfectly fine, other than the fact that I was in a hospital wearing a gown and a diaper. The reality of what had happened to me had just started to hit home. I didn't cry, nor scream, nor run out of the room, even though everything in my being wanted me to. Instead, all I could do was look back up at Dave and ask one simple question. "Dave? How long until I can go home?" I plainly asked. Somehow, I felt like leaving this hospital would put everything behind me. "Well," Dave responded, as though he seemed like he didn't want to give an exact date or time without a doctor by his side. "I'll have to check with the staff, but you'll be free to leave almost any time. The only thing of importance is that with the grafted bones in your spine, you should avoid staircases for awhile, and we'll only be able to send you home with a few basics, so we'll give you a short list of medical items to purchase before you leave, or on your way out. Is there anything else I can help you with?" I shook my head. There was in fact one more thing on my mind, but Dave was a nice young man, and I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him. I didn't know the first thing about diapers, and quite frankly, didn't want to ask. But as he left, I wish that I had. It was an unfamiliar sensation, a bit of a strange uncontrollable tingle, like the sensation that your foot makes when its asleep. But at the same time, it was kind of numb; likely from the aforementioned nerve damage. I had no control over the sensation, nor the experience that was to follow. I felt my body completely let go and pee at full force. My vagina was entirely soaked in a warm rush of urine, which thanks to gravity, rushed into any space it could find down my buttocks. It was there that I felt the liquid pool inside the diaper between its fibrous insides and my soft skin, before quickly being wicked away into its filling. Soon, all that I was left with was a warm, damp sensation, much like a hot towel, caressing my backside. Much to my relief, the diaper did its job and my hospital gown and bedding were dry. I was relieved, and it wasn't as horrific as I had expected, though maybe part of it was due to the fact that half my sensation was temporarily gone from the area. Moments after Dave left, Michelle returned. "The doctors told me they're going to clear you to leave soon." She said, a smile upon her face at the very thought. "Yeah," I responded. "I'd like to be out of here and recovering in my own bed quite frankly." Michelle looked a bit concerned and pressed her finger against her lip before responding. "Err...Well Andrea...I'm not sure if you remember, I mean it all really did happen fast, we were moving you across the state. There isn't really a bed for you to go home and relax in." I had forgotten! The move! My whole life was packed up in those two cars, and I didn't have anything unpacked in the new place yet. Then again, most of my things were also inside my impounded car. If I was recommended not to use stairs, I'm sure I would also be recommended not to life heavy objects. Clearly my expression spoke for me, as Michelle piped up again, a smile back on her face. "But you know," Michelle began, with a familiar smile. I knew that expression; it meant she already had everything figured out. "I have the office with the spare bed where my sister stays between semesters in college. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you borrowed it until you got back on your feet." "I would really appreciate it." I smiled back, looking up at Michelle and saying the next thought on my mind with renewed energy. "When are we leaving?" "I'll get it figured out with the doctors, but not until tomorrow at least. I didn't empty the car yet, and I'll need to do a quick cleanup on the office before moving you in. I'll see you tomorrow, as soon as I can." She waved at me, and I waved back as she scurried out of the room. If I remember anything about the office from the last time I visited, the office desk and nearby tables were usually littered with coffee cups and empty takeout trays. Best friend or not, Michelle wasn't really the neatest person. It wasn't long after she left that another guest came to my room, closing the door behind them as they entered. Damn, I see why patients in hospitals never sleep! This time it was a woman. A long black-haired woman of what I believed to be some kind of Asian descent. Her eyes were narrow, with decorative black and green makeup, matching her shining green eyes. She too was dressed in traditional scrubs, a plain pink top and argyle pink, black, and white pants. She was of average height, I could tell by her height relation to the sanitizer and latex gloves she put on before approaching me. She approached me and opened a drawer at my bedside before speaking to me. "Hello Andrea, I'm nurse Sabrina. I know Dave was just here, but because you're female, I've been sent to get you cleaned up a bit. Have you been comfortable?" She asked me with a smile similar to a motherly figure. I nodded my head in both understanding and agreement as I looked down to get a glimpse inside the drawer. From where I lay, all I could see was a stack of purple diapers in the drawer, and nothing else. I sighed as I had a feeling where this was going. "I assure you Andrea, I plan to make this as quick and comfortable as possible, and not in the least bit embarrassing, okay? Remember, I'm a medical professional, and my job is to make sure you leave here healthy and infection free, not cause you unneeded embarrassment." I nodded again at her as she pulled closed the curtain around the bed. Even though I was in a private room, it was another level of privacy. She pulled the blankets off to the side and pulled my hospital gown up, leaving my half-naked body exposed, wearing nothing but gray hospital issued socks and a soggy purple diaper. She looked over it for a moment, though at the time, I wasn't sure quite at what. She returned to the drawer for a moment, pulling out a few supplies and setting them aside. The first appeared to be some form of body powder, I didn't recognize the brand. The second was a large jar of Balmex, which I could tell immediately from the smell. I never liked that smell. The third was a large package of adult wipes, and finally she set out a clean Molicare diaper. Like an expert, she popped the four tapes open and carefully rolled me onto my side. She lifted one leg using her shoulder and wiped my buttocks and privates completely clean. The wipes were a bit chill, but the clean sensation felt nice over my half-numb body. She then opened up the jar and applied a healthy layer of Balmex to my skin, followed by a light powdering. She then expertly lay down the diaper and gently rolled my bare body back onto it, snuggly wrapping the diaper along my hips, taping it back shut. All in all, it really was like getting cleaned after a refreshing bath. "There." She said, smiling at me as she was proud of her work. She nimbly rolled up the used items and tossed them in the biohazard bin near the door, putting the diapering supplies back into the drawer before throwing the gloves away. "Thanks." I said, uncertain of what reaction most people gave the men and women who changed diapers for others. The last time I had worn diapers I couldn't have been older than two, and certainly I didn't thank anyone then. She smiled back at me in response. "Of course, it's all to keep you comfortable and from developing any kind of infections. If you have any questions, or you think you need another cleanup before myself or one of my coworkers comes, just call, okay?" I nodded and thanked her again as she took her leave. I looked over at the clock, and though it was early in the afternoon, I had nothing better to do but close my eyes and return to sleep. * * * The day had arrived. Two days after the accident, the hospital had cleared me to go home. I was given my own clothes back, but I wore of Michelle's old college lounge pants. Unfortunately my jeans were far too tight to fit much less hide the shape of the diapers I was now wearing, so I had them stuffed into a bag. At least once I got back to Michelle's, I could just wear pajama pants without question. Dave had me set up in a wheelchair, standard hospital procedure for discharge patients. He had rolled the of us down into the main room, where we waited for Michelle on the other side of a large glass window. The hotel always had a very classy waiting room, spacious and surrounded on two sides with massive glass windows. The floor was a sparkling black tile with white flecks, and the furniture matched that. Black countertops and table tops for the reception area, and navy blue padded couches in the waiting areas. We needn't wait long before I pointed out Michelle's SUV. Like I assumed, the SUV looked just as perfect as when we had left my old apartment. It looked as though Michelle cleared out some of my boxes, which she likely stored in her garage. She stepped out of the car as Dave pushed me out to meet her. The three of us politely said our goodbyes and thank yous, and off we went. Fortunately, Michelle lived near the hospital and, much to my relief, we didn't need to take any major highways. We didn't talk much on the ride; she had nothing to say, and I didn't mind the silent trip for once. It wasn't more than a half hour before her little blue house came into view. Michelle lived in a small middle-class neighborhood in a semi-rural subdivision. Like many of the homes in the area, they're small little one floor homes. We always assumed the entire subdivision was made up of small pre-fabricated homes, but over the past fifty years, some were demolished, others renovated, and others left perfectly as is. Michelle lived in one of the updated ones, where the size of the home was still the same, but everything on the outside and inside was updated into the modern generation. She pulled into the driveway of the little house, parking just outside her garage. The garden full of ornate copper sculptures and well-trimmed bushes, coupled with freshly mowed grass like a traditional well-kept suburban home. She opened up the car door and helped me to my feet, leading me up the short cement walk into the front door. The home was cleaner than I remembered seeing it last. Michelle must have worked night and day to get it back to this level. Like I said before, she's known to be quite a bit of a slob. Her living room was relatively neat, save for the piles of pillows and blankets that covered her favorite easy chair. The mossy green carpet was free of stains and complimented the warm brown walls. I walked past the couch and coffee table as Michelle led me down the hall to the left. She stepped ahead of me before stopping and pushing open the door to one of the rooms. "Well, this is the place! What do you think?" She said excitedly as she stepped back and gave me space to look over the room. The office was nicely renovated from a bedroom into a small spare room and office hybrid. The walls were a nice shade of mint green, complimenting the dark green carpet, and dark brown blackout-shade curtains covering the large single window. To the right of the room sat a black computer desk, complete with desktop and printer, also well cleaned, though the ringed stains of coffee mugs were distinctly burned into the tabletop forever. To the left was the twin sized bed and nightstand, a matching black coloration with another shade of green on its leaf printed comforter. Everything seemed pretty normal until I continued looking around the room and spotted the dresser to my direct left. On top of it sat an open case of diapers, with a variety of creams, powders, and wipes by brands I had never heard of before. Clearly, Michelle had done her homework before I got here. "It's wonderful Michelle, you've more than outdone yourself." I told her, smiling as I turned around and gave her a hug. She smiled back at me, squeezing me tightly for a moment before letting go. "I'll go get the two boxes of clothes I put in the garage, okay?" I nodded in agreement and sat myself down on the bed as she left. I kicked back and relaxed for a moment as she brought the boxes inside. As before, I thanked Michelle for her help as she plopped them down. "Really, it isn't any trouble." She said. "I know if it was the other way around, you'd do the same for me." She was right of course; if she was in an accident, I'd more than happily house her until she could get back on her feet "In that case." I began, "Would you mind handing me some of my clothes? The doctors didn't want me lifting or bending like that with my damaged spine. You know, the whole lack of pain sensitivity thing." "Stay where you are!" She said, nearly interrupting me with her enthusiasm. "I've got you covered, I'll pass em up." She finished as she kneeled on the floor alongside me, opening up the boxes, and handing out shirts, one by one. Around then, it hit me again. I hadn't thought about it much since I completely voided my bladder at the hospital, but suddenly I felt the urge to pee. It came on quickly, and I realized the sensation, but by the time I did it was too late. There was no way in hell I would have been able to make it to a toilet in time, much less stop myself. Every effort I tried to slow or stop the stream did nothing. It rushed out quickly like a faucet, dousing my entire diaper in warm water. The warmth spread from between my legs up the front and back as it pooled inside my diaper. But then the unthinkable happened. I started to feel the warm liquid stream down one of my legs. I looked down in horror and was completely mortified. It wasn't bad enough that I was wetting my pants without realizing it, nor was it bad enough that I was wearing a diaper to keep others from knowing I was wetting my pants, but the diaper leaaked and now my urine was making a dark spot on the crotch of my pants as well as down the leg. I froze in horror and must have turned a dozen shades darker as I looked down at Michelle. She knew. "Stay right there Andrea, I know what to do." Michelle said, surprisingly calm about the situation as she got up and walked out of the room. How did she know what to do? She acted like this wasn't a first for her. Michelle didn't have kids, and I couldn't think of any ageing family memebers she would have taken care of. Michelle came back into the room with a towel over her arm, and some kind of large navy-blue pad in the other. She lay the pad down on the floor and set the towel underneath me. "Now slowly and carefully...lay down here, okay?" Michelle said, motioning towards the pad as she got back to her feet. She took my hands to help me move and position myself, and I followed her words, the embarrassment stuck to my face as I looked over towards her. I am so so sorry..." I said, looking a bit frustrated at her, but all Michelle did was smile. "It's okay." She assured me. "This isn't my first go around if you haven't guessed." She responded. I didn't completely understand what she meant, but I assumed that maybe there was another friend or family member that had a similar situation in the past. "Did the staff teach you how to properly change yourself? I think that's why it leaked." She asked me extremely plainly and a bit bluntly, though considering the situation that just unfolded, it was quite appropriate. "No," I responded. "Not really anyways. I clearly don't think I have a good handle on it." That was putting it simply. By my flushed cheeks and soaked pants, saying I didn't have a handle on it was a serious understatement. But Michelle didn't pry much farther before taking charge a bit. "In that case, she responded, let me show you how it's done." She stood up for a moment, grabbing an armful of products off the dresser. She carefully peeled off my wet pants, balling them up and throwing them to the side. I turned more shades of red, not because I was exposed around Michelle, she had seen me naked before, but instead because I was laying on her floor in a drenched and leaking diaper. She smiled at me before speaking again. "You don't have to watch if it make you uncomfortable, but I want to do it right for you, okay?" I didn't really know how to respond at the time, though I decided I should watch her to learn how it was done. She carefully peeled open the tabs of the diaper and lifted my legs up to pull the diaper out. My spine didn't seem to mind the motion, so I didn't stop her. She didn't stop there, taking a few wipes and cleaning off all my skin, from my buttocks and vaginal areas, to down my thigh and leg where I had initially leaked. She unfolded a brand new Molicare and slipped it in place where she removed the last diaper from, if not a bit higher. She then used a different set of lotions and powders, as these distinctly smelled of soft cocoa butter, nothing like that strong disgusting Destin from the hospital. Confident of her work, she lay my legs back down, split around the diaper and folded the plastic material over my waist, fastening it much tighter and better fitting than I had. "And that Andrea, is how it's done." She said proudly, and without another word, picked up my balled up pants and the dirty diaper and walked away. She left my laying on her floor in nothing but a diaper, a tee shirt, and a pair of striped socks. I sat up trying to comprehend that as well. It didn't feel right, but also didn't feel wrong. At least, it didn't feel wrong until my uncontrollable bladder felt that it wasn't done with its previous actions, and gave me another warm, yet small squirt into the crotch of my new diaper. Great. I sat up at that point and found a new pair of pants to wear, carefully pulling them on. They didn't fit quite right, but at least I could close the button in the front. Unlike the lounge pants that I had ruined, these pants did nothing to hide the massive bulge I felt between my legs and over my backside. I also couldn't pull these pants any higher, the top lip of my diaper peeking over my pants with no way to push it back in. "We might need to get you some new pants for a little while." I looked back towards the door and saw Michelle leaning against the door frame, shaking her head at me. It was time I asked. "Alright, I'll bite. Michelle, how do you know so much about diapers and how to take care of someone wearing them? I wanted to ask before, but it just kind of caught me completely off guard." I asked her, giving her a curious expression as she walked into the room and sat down on the desk chair. "Well," She began, as though she was about to tell a story. Her voice trailed off and instead of continuing, she unbuttoned her high-waisted pants and worked off her belt. She pulled her shirt upwards slightly to reveal just how high her pants sit on her hips and started to slide her pants off, revealing something that I didn't expect. Instead of the undergarments one would expect to see on a person taking off their pants, Michelle sat in front of me with her pants around her knees and a white diaper with blue tapes around her waist. It sagged very slightly on her hips with a yellow stripe that was starting to turn a distinct shade of blue "It never came up." She continued. "I've been incontinent most of my life, but it's sometimes controllable. I wear swim diapers, and sometimes pull up pants that look like briefs if we're going out somewhere awesome, but if I know I'm not going to be able to reach a bathroom in a reasonable time, diapers it is." She didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed by her predicament and smiles at me. "I don't think any less of you, and I hope you don't think any less of me either." Michelle finished off as she stood back up and started to work her pants back on. Admittedly, I was a bit jealous. She knew just what to wear to make me none the wiser to her diaper wearing. "No! Of course not!" I said quickly as I started to feel better. "Michelle, you're my best friend. What you wear under your clothes doesn't make you any less my friend. And...well, it is super helpful that someone knows how to put one of these on." I patted my backside, indicating the diapers on my hip. "You know what that means, right?" Michelle excitedly asked as she stood back up and took both my hands in hers. A wide smile spread across her face as she pulled me back up onto my own feet. "What?" "It's time to go shopping!" Michelle grinned excitedly and pulled the both of us to the door.

Let them sleep in your regular bedroom I hope! lol

Stop feeding the troll. I could write a small script to emulate him: 1. Bump thread every day with random nonsense. 2. Respond to anyone by repeating what they said, preceeded by “why would I” or “what do you mean”. 3. Play the victim whenever confronted, and block them. It would be a very short script.

And mine if I have been drinking.

I'd like to share a story. It isn't really pertaining to ABDLism, but the person I'll be telling you about today is an ABDL. I feel like it's something that deserves some recognition. The other night, real early in the morning several hours before the sun came up, my boyfriend, let's call him Tom (his name isn't Tom but he doesn't want any attention so, you know...) is going for a nice peaceful walk in the middle of the night. He starts to notice a strange orange hazy light in the night sky, then hears a woman scream. He runs toward the screams, and finds a house on fire. He learns from the frantic woman that there's still an old man trapped in the house. This house was built in the 40s or 50s, which in this era houses were extremely flammable. In the short amount of time it takes for him to learn there is a man in there, and roughly figure out his location, the fire is already beginning to spread from the bottom floor to the attic. The house is literally disintegrating right before his eyes. Then he hears the old man screaming, and starts to rush into the burning home, staying as close to the ground as he can. But the smoke is so strong, he's already wrenching and the fire is literally all over and even inside the now melting walls... and the man is just on the other side of the wall that Tom is near. The fire and smoke are so bad he can't make it around that wall. He runs back outside to the window of the room the man is trapped in, trying to decide if he should risk breaking it to get to the man, when suddenly the screaming stops. Tom knows that breaking the window could worsen the fire, but now he feels as if there is no other choice. The man is now silent, unconscious or potentially dead. There is no more time. Tom is readying himself to break the window now, when the police and fire department arrive. He starts shouting to them "HE'S RIGHT THERE! HE'S RIGHT THERE!" But the firefighters can't get any closer to the old man than Tom could. They have no choice but to fight the fire first. A half hour goes by before they are able to enter. They find the man unconscious, collapsed against the wall just a few feet from the window that Tom was about to break. Miraculously he is still breathing on his own. They fly the man to a hospital, and the police and firemen thank Tom for finding the man. They tell him that if he lives, it may very well be because Tom was able to locate him and spare the crew the time it would take to search for him. After answering a few questions for the police and comforting an upset neighbor who is friends with the old man, Tom heads home, of course avoiding the news crew that is just arriving. (As I said, he doesn't like attention.) Meanwhile, I'm at work listening to my police scanner. (No, im not one of those people. I turned it on because the police and fire station is just down the road, and I saw every state and county police and fire vehicle within two or three counties head toward my house, so I was worried.) Then Tom calls me, frantically explaining what had happened. I tell him I'll be home as soon as I can, and hang up to call in my relief early so I can hurry home to be with him. He's still upset and scared that the man might not make it. As I'm waiting for my relief, an ambulance driver stops in my store, reaking of smoke and melted plastic or something awful. We already know each other - small town - and begin talking about what happened. Finally I ask him if he knows the condition of the old man, and upsettingly he tells me he died on the air lift to the hospital. And I have no idea how I'm going to tell Tom. Well, I get home and convince him to go for a walk with me to calm his nerves. Once we are outside I break the news to him. You can imagine how he feels, angry and responsible for not being able to do more. We stay up all morning trying to calm our nerves, and finally head to bed at 10:00 in the morning. I wake up at 5:00 in the afternoon, make some coffee and decide to check the news. I discover that the man was resuscitated, and his condition is continuing to improve, dispite the near hour he was trapped breathing in severely heavy smoke. I yell into the next room "Oh my God, he's alive!" Tom sits straight up and yells back "What?!" And I run back into the bedroom and jump on him repeatedly and kiss him repeatedly. Of course, no one will know, aside from the old man's family, because Tom isn't the kind of person to boast. And it's not like I'm bragging... okay hell yeah I'm bragging. I mean for God's sake, rushing into a burning home to try and save a total stranger?? I think that deserves a little recognition, even if it is anonymous. But as I was checking this forum just a little while ago, I was thinking of all the horrible stories we've all had or heard about. How many people think of ABDLs as confused, sick, or creepy people who need help, or even as far as rapists who need to be locked up and kept away from society. Well, "Tom" has been an ABDL since before he can remember. And hes one of the best people I've ever known. Of course I've said that way before this incident, but this just proves my opinion. I don't know many people who would do what he did. It's pretty remarkable, and I couldn't really help but share it.

Part 6 Mummy was right; no one mentioned the noisy rustling, crinkly sound as he walked by. Crinkle In fact it was safe to say, most people had their own problems and Ryan’s little noise predicament wasn’t one of them. The firm seemed to be going through some changes and everyone was on edge except Ryan. Despite his original reluctance to wear what his mummy had decided, he quite liked this enhanced padded feeling at work. He knew it didn’t matter to any of his work colleagues but yet found his noisy, little secret left him with a knowing smile on his face all day. Crinkle His mother was correct about something else as well; the fact that the padding, coupled with his rowdy silky pants, were a constant reminder that she was supportive, loving and knew what he wanted, even if that was before he was conscious of exactly what that was himself. That hug around his hips was comforting, just like his mummy’s hugs. The thick soft fabric so close to his skin, keeping him safe and secure was everything his mummy was trying to do for her little boy. Even though his bottom was still smarting from the hairbrush he realised that she didn’t want him wasting time worrying about anything, just to accept her love, do what he’s told and enjoy the thing he’d obviously been craving so long. As he walked around his mind was in a very mushy, loving state and he adored what she was doing for him. Crinkle He loved his work but now he couldn’t wait to get home on an evening. Mummy would be there and who knew what development she might have planned. In his head he bounced around the idea of a brightly painted nursery with cartoon characters on the wall. He could see a huge crib with a mobile hanging above it, which played a tinkle-tune lullaby as he drifted off to sleep. He knew this was just fantasy and remembered that only a few days ago he would have rejected the very idea of ever wanting any such thing; the nappy and plastic pants being the sum total of his ‘fetish’. However, things had rapidly changed, his mother had seen to that. No longer was he playing at being ‘little’, she made sure he was now a baby with no responsibility. All he had to do was embrace his mummy’s will, respond to her love and happily drift into a state of perpetual infantilism. Perpetual? This was a dilemma. Wearing a nappy to work was nice and childish and it had to be admitted, gave Ryan quite a thrill, but work itself was far too grown-up for a baby. His mother had thought along these lines since the day she changed from being ‘mother’ to ‘mummy’. From that first ‘crinkle’ hug of acceptance, when Ryan realised his mummy was there for him, she had been developing a strategy to enable her baby boy to be just that. She loved her son and was very proud that at sixteen, when he could have gone on to further education and possibly university, he wanted to work. He was, and is, a sweet and thoughtful boy but, his mother had determined, his need to wear nappies had proved to her that he wasn’t really ready for such responsibility. He did his best and quite successfully but he wasn’t ready. She had decided he needed to return to a time of no stress, no pressure, no responsibility or worries of any kind… her boy was going to return to being the sweet little baby boy who his mummy would do everything for. +++++++++++ The first step was to make sure she had all that was needed. On that first day after the ‘crinkle’ discovery, she set about obtaining those very things. Online she was able to tap in her requests and, thanks to her son’s Paypal account, get much of the stuff delivered. Some of the items were special orders, while others were simple stock products, the rest she could pick up from any pharmacist. On an evening, when he returned from work he was immediately taken to his room where his mother checked his nappy. Occasionally it was wet but, after a day out at work, it definitely needed replacing. Once her son was wiped, cleaned, dried and powdered it was on with a fresh nappy and plastic pants. Sometimes the crinkle ones, sometimes the clear, slippery plastic ones but that was all he was allowed to wear around the house. The smell of lotion and baby powder would greet any visitor, not that there were any of course, and the sight of her son blissfully happy waddling about in a huge nappy emphasised what she already knew. The initial baby dummies she bought were too small for him; they really were for babies and didn’t have enough of a teat for him to suck on. Thankfully, the first things to arrive were the correct sized dummies and feeding bottles so that problem was quickly resolved. The next problem to be undertaken was Ryan’s reluctance to mess himself. His mother understood his problem but he needed to get over it and, rather than resorting to punishment (the hairbrush, though rarely used, remained a permanent threat) she was keen to use other methods. The feeding bottle was just the thing. On the first night she had them, she filled one up with warm milk and added a little extra. His ever encouraging mummy made sure he sucked the entire bottle down just before bed at seven thirty, checked that his plastic pants were tight and fitting securely, pushed a new soft teddy bear into his hands, kissed him good night and waited. In the morning one humiliated and messy boy sat up with tears in his eyes hardly believing what had happened during the night. He hadn’t known it was all down to his mummy but the fact that she was praising and happy to clean him up should have said everything. +++++++++++ However, now she realised there was something else that needed attending to… his hair… to be precise his pubic hair. With poo all squished around it made cleaning her son far fiddlier than it need be. So, she found a large tube of Nair and that night, before bath time, spread it all over her son’s body. Less than a quarter of an hour later, fresh from his soapy paradise, he was hairless apart from that on his head. Sleek and hair-free she smoothed in more lotion and creams, which got her son excited and it was at that point she decided something also needed to be done. Little boys may well want to play with themselves but that impulse definitely needed to be tamed. Ryan was twenty-four and had his own urges that needed to be retrained. Thankfully the solution was online and, judging by some of the web pages she’d looked at previously to determine just what her son liked, she found the very item. The small clear plastic lockable cage arrived on the same day as most of her ‘made-to-measure’ order. On that day everything began to take form. First she typed a letter of resignation, which Ryan would hand to his boss the following day, with immediate effect. Then, once delivered he returned home where his ever loving mother stripped him of his grown up clothing, bathed and informed him from that moment on, he was her precious baby. Ryan wasn’t so sure, his mother discerned he was wavering but she had become a force to be reckoned and had no doubt she knew what was best for her little boy. After more anti-rash cream was rubbed into his groin she attached the little cage thus restricting his pee-pee to a future of confinement. He was surprised at this turn of events and certainly wasn’t happy about it but his acting up soon stopped after a few swats from the ever menacing hairbrush. His mummy had quickly developed a technique that scared, subdued and stung in equal measure. Ryan came to heel the moment it slapped emphatically against is reddened bottom. Now, with the only grown up urge safely controlled behind a plastic cage she wanted her twenty-four year-old son to know his place - and that was wearing a nappy and under her benevolent jurisdiction. Soon the disposables gave way to thick terry nappies and a whole new batch of crinkly, crackly plastic pants was added to his wardrobe. Onesies would become both his day and night ware and short coveralls would be his going out attire. For when he got ‘fussy’, and so there was instant access, a dummy was permanently attached to his clothing, meanwhile, his substantial nappies made sure crawling was the best way of getting about. All his clothes now possessed pop-studs at the crotch so access and changing were made easier. His potty training wouldn’t begin for quite some time so he had no option but to use what mummy had designated. +++++++++++++ Watching his bulky, crackling bottom shuffle or crawl around the room was a complete and utter delight for his mummy and Ryan, well Ryan had to deal with a strange mixture of deep emotions. His ‘little’ fetish was no longer under his control. He was after all twenty-four years old, he had needs and desires that were not catered for by being a baby but those were now under the complete command of his suddenly very dominant, determined and decisive mummy. His occasional bursts of revolt were soon tamed by a few smacks of the hairbrush, which his mother used if needed to get complete and utter compliance. Ryan learned, on an almost daily basis, that he must never be anything more than a cute and acquiescent little baby boy… his needs were second to what his mummy desired. All he had to remember was that his mummy loved him very much and that the only way he could repay that love was to do and be just what she’d determined. His mother did her research. When Ryan had been at work or slept she’d go online and read more stories, features and facts about being an ABDL. She couldn’t believe there were so many other people who enjoyed the same ‘little’ lifestyle that her son ‘enjoyed’. However, she liked the idea that her baby should be just that… she wanted her baby back. She was aware that at his age he had a life of his own to lead but, since she’d discovered there was more to it than just slipping on a nappy, that there were depths and deeper longings, she wanted more for her son and perhaps more importantly, more for herself. She determined that wearing a nappy for so long in secret had been detrimental to his well-being and that nothing less than total immersion in to that lifestyle would make him happy. She felt like she hadn’t done enough to free her son from the shackles he’d had to bear since the day he’d started work. She blamed herself; she’d known about his little fetish and had done nothing for all those years to help her boy. It had been very remiss of her so now she was determined to make amends. She needed something in her life and she couldn’t bear the thought of eventually losing her boy. He needed looking after, that was what all the secret nappy-wearing had been all about so obviously, this was what he wanted. So, the desire to have her baby permanently back would fill her days with immense pleasure and was sure he would feel the same, so, the idea of total regression might be the solution. The more she read about the subject the more convinced it was what her nappy-wearing son wanted… no… needed. He was struggling with his caged wee-wee. He found it frustrating, annoying and desperately wanted rid of it. The lack of access meant he couldn’t do the other thing he liked to do and that was to jerk off into the soft folds of his nappy. He hated this restriction mummy placed on him but his rosy bottom meant that every time he tried to complain, he was dealt a severe blow - he liked the spanking less than filling his nappy with cummies. She was positive that somehow she had to expunge completely his twenty-four year old thoughts. She could do nothing about his body but hoped she could help him become what she… he… desired … a mind that thought only of that second. She’d do more research and start emptying his mind of all his needless thoughts. She had to get him over any reluctance to let go. He needed to know that filling his nappy, playing with toys, cuddling a teddy bear was all she expected of him. Yes, complete regression was the answer. ++++ The hypnotic programme she constantly played through the TV was having an immediate impact as Ryan squirmed and giggled as he watched the colourful images swim around the screen. He quickly learned to cry when his nappy was messy and gratefully hugged mummy once she’d cleaned him up and put him in something dry, soft and comfortable. He loved his new huge nappies and the colourful cartoon plastic pants which cushioned him as he occasionally flopped to the floor. His life was no longer his own… it was his mothers and she only wanted him to respond with smiles, giggles and messy nappies! ++++++++++++++++++ THE END

"Aww baby are you all antsy because Mommy is letting you wear your big girl panties to bed" Alexa cooed holding up a disposable diaper that would easily fit Sammy "Or does my little princess want to go night night like a big girl?" she said the threat being serious with how Sammy was reacting to coddling the diapers would come eventually but Sam didn't need to know this.

What to get, what to get. That is the question. Currently, I'm shopping with Jean to get her some new school clothes. Because of everything that happened during the summer we didn't have a chance to go until now. “What about this one?” jean asked me as she held up a skirt to her waist. “It's adorable,” I tell her. While school shopping is essential, I'm also here for another reason. In a few days, it will be Jean”s birthday, and I'm trying to keep a mental list of things Jean might like for a present. I tried to ask her what she wants, but she’s been stubborn about it and won't tell me anything saying things like ‘i don't need it’ or ‘you’ve already done a lot for me’ it's somewhat irritating. So far the list is a camera, plasma ball, bean bag chair, and a book called Cirque Du Freak. So far so good and ill let some friends know as well. “So how does lunch sound before we get Alice a toy?” I asked Jean as we left the store. “Sounds good,” she replied holding her bags. We went to the food court was Jean got 2 slices of pizza, and I got some Chinese food. We just sat and talked while we eat. It was a delightful time when a man walked over to our table. “Aw so it was you I saw, good evening Mis.mare.” the man said. He was a handsome man who just started working for the school this year as the science teacher. “Good evening Mr.Cunningham what brings you here today?” I asked him as I wipe any food from my face. “My toaster caught fire so I thought I would do a little shopping,” he explained. “How did a toaster catch on fire?” jean asked. “My roommate partied a little too hard that night and tried to fit a wrapped turkey sandwich into the toaster. It didn't work.” Mr.Cunningham explained. “Anyway I was heading out when I saw Jean with who I thought was Mis.mare and just had to see if it really was you.” “Yes, Jean and I are just doing some late school shopping,” I told him. “Better late than never,” Jean replied. “Ha, I agree,” Mr.Cunningham said. “Well we should be going soon too, we still need to get one last thing before we go home.” I remind Jean, and we both got up to continue shopping. “Wait just a moment, there's something I would like to ask you,” Mr.Cunningham said to me. “Yes?” “I was wondering if you might be free this weekend. I was hoping you might consider going out on a date with me?” Mr.Cunningham asked. I was a little stunned. This was the first time since high school that I was asked out. And I've been too busy with work and Alice I never really had much time to date. “I'm flattered, but I already have plans. Its Jean’s birthday this weekend,” I explained. “Ow happy early birthday,” he tells Jean. “And I understand, maybe another time.” “Wait, she can still go,” Jean spoke out just as he was about to leave. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “I'm having a sleepover that night, I think we can handle ourselves while you go out on a date,” Jean said. “But it’s your birthday.” I reminded her. “It's fine,” she assured me. “Well let me give you my number, and you can call if you make a decision,” Mr.Cunningham said to us as he pulled out a pen and a reseat to write his number down and give it to me. He then said his goodbyes and wished jean a happy birthday before leaving. I then gave Jean a look. “You're in trouble,” I tell her. “Why? I just got you a date!” she said a little too excitedly. “But I didn't want a date, and I wanted to be at your party,” I tell her as we walked to a toy store. “Like I said it's fine. It's a sleepover so you can afford to be gone o few hours… or all night.” she said with a slight grin and a girl. I just reached over and grabbed her ear bringing her close to me. “Naughty girls with dirty minds get punished,” I whispered in her ear, and she blushed a bit. Either way, I wasn't sure about even wanting to date. Also if I did, I would have to force them to understand Alice’s situation and so much more. While it does sound nice, I put my baby's first. After that Jean didn't bring it up anymore as we got Alice her toy. As soon as we got home, Alice greeted us with a friendly warm smile. “Hi mommy, hi Jean. how was shopping,” she asked not really caring and just wanted to snoop out the bags for her toy. “It was good. Jean got a lot of cute outfits and some other school supplies,” I tell her knowing what she’s doing. “Did you get me anything?” she asked. “Now why would I do that?” I asked. “Because I've been a perfect girl and you love me,” she told me trying to act all cute. I wonder if this is how she got her way with her old life before? “Why yes you have, and I did get you something,” I tell her as I pull out a book from one of my bags. Her face went from overly excited to slightly happy. “Thank you, mommy, I like it,” she told me as she tried to keep up the excited act but failed miserably. “Want to make a deal,” I asked Alice. “What?” she asked confused. “If you promise to read 3 chapters tonight before bed I'll also give you this,” I tell her as I pull out a new doll. Alice squealed with excitement and gave me a big hug saying she promised and ran off with to her room with the book and doll. “She’s very excitable,” Jean remarked. “Ya, it's because she doesn't get to go out much or have many friends come over. It's only recently she’s had anyone else to talk to. I tell jean as I pulled out everything from our bags and began putting them away. A few hours later I tell Alice it's time to read and remind her she owed me 3 chapters from her new book. I then checked on Jean who was listening to her music while at her desk doing homework. Now was a perfect time. I walked upstairs and into my office where I keep my phone. I don't get service downstairs, so I never bother to bring it down. I dial a number and listen as the phone rings 4 times before someone answers. “Hi, Felicia its Mare. I tell my friend over the phone. “How are you doing.” “Hi, Mare. I'm doing good. Just changed the baby out of her dirty diaper and about to have her take a bath.” she tells me. “What a good big sister,” I remarked. “Ya, dad started working nights, and since she likes being a kid at home I have to look after her,” she replied. Ever since that Halloween Marylynn has become so addicted to her diapers that is she's not in public she immediately wants to be in them and treated like a little girl. “Well, at least she's not how she was before. Who knows what sort of trouble she would be in.” I tell her. “Ha, ya she wasn't the brightest tool in the shed before but know we have less to worry about her. Plus dad doesn't mind too much. He's just glad she’s not hanging around a lot of boys. But I don't think he likes the fact that she sometimes has accidents at school.” she told me. “I'm sure it will all work out, and hay I can give her some pull-ups to try at school.” I offer. “That would be great! I'm sure she will be excited to try that. Anyway, so what's up?” Felicia asked. “I wanted to remind you about Jean's birthday party this weekend,” I tell her. “Ya, we can't wait. Marylynn and I have been looking forward to it. By the way, did you figure out what present we should get her?” she asked. “Ya get her a plasma ball. She’ll love it.” I tell her. “Awesome, hey I have to go I hear Marylynn crying down stares. She might have had another accident. Call me tomorrow.” Felicia said and hung up as I told her I would. Before I forgot I also sent her one last text. Ok, next person to call. I called Bobbi’s mommy and spoke to her about letting Bobbi come over and stay the night this weekend, and she said Bobbi would love too. Once I got done talking to her, I decided on calling someone else. “Hello?” the girl said on the other end. “Hello. This is mis.mare, I'm looking for Sara.” I tell the girl. “Ow hi mis.mare this is Sara. How did you get my home number?” she asked. “I work in a school it wasn't hard. Anyway, I was wondering if you might like to be invited to a sleepover at my house. It's one of my little girls birthdays this weekend, and I thought you might enjoy it.” I tell her. Sara has been a good girl, and she is always trying to set up “play time” for us. So I thought she might like to play with Jean and Alice. “That sounds awesome! Would it be alright if I invite someone with me?” she asked. “Who is it?” I asked. “Bree. we've seen each other a lot lately, and I think she might like to come as well,” she tells me. “Why not, the more, the merrier,” I tell her. We talked for a few more minutes discussing the party and where to meet up. Sara also wanted to set up “play time” as well. I think she might like them a little too much…. might have to cut her off for a while. When Saturday finally came, I went into the kitchen and made an excellent breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, and two big pancakes each. I set the food on the table and went to wake up jean. She was sound asleep when I came in. She just looked so cute curled up sleeping. I decided to take a little peek under her blanket to see if she was still wearing the pull-ups and sure enough she was. I then had an evil thought. While Jean slept, I removed her underwear and her dirty laundry from the room and quickly hid all the pull-ups. “Baby girl it's time to wake up,” I whispered to jean as I slightly shook her awake. “Happy birthday!” “Thank you, mom,” she said groggily until she looked up at me. “I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean…” she panicked realizing she just called her sister mom. “It's ok sweetie, I already think of you as one of my babies,” I tell the now blushing girl. “Alice calls me mommy all the time and so can you. Now get some sweatpants on and come eat.” I leave the room and go to wake up Alice. She's groggy but knows to be good for mommy and hold still while I change her diaper. As I'm finishing up, I notics jean poking her head into the room. Her face was bright red, and she was shaking a tiny bit. She tried muttering something to me but was interrupted by Alice yelling happy birthday to her. I then walked over to her and whispered into her ear. “You've been wasting too many pull-ups lately. I don't mind you wearing them, but I don't like wasting things. I'll give you back your underwear when you give me 4 wet pull-ups.” I tell her before walking away from the confused birthday girl. Jean was fighting at breakfast a lot but finished her plate while Alice only had the pancakes and sausage before wanting to play. While jean came up to me and weakly whispered in my ear that she used her first pull up at the table. As soon as I was done, I told the girls I would be living for a few hours and wanted them to straighten up the house while I was gone to get ready for the party. I went to the grocery store and got a lot for the sleepover. 3 types of chips, 3 two liters of pop, a box of popcorn, 4 frozen pizzas, (I'm planning on a birthday dinner later just not for so many people.) a veggie plate, a vanilla cake with chocolate frosting and a tub of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce to go with it. I was just about to check out when I ran into Felicia. “Fancy meeting you here.” I greet her. “Same, getting things for the party?” she asked looking at all the stuff I had. “Yes, Jean and Alice are really looking forward to it,” I tell her. “Same, I just went and got the plasma ball not too long ago. Ow and I got what you asked for,” she said reminding me of the text I sent her. “Ow thank you, I'll pay you back for it during the party,” I tell her. “No need, after all the stuff you have done for my sister and me I think this is the least we can do to help pay you back,” Felicia told me, and I was very grateful. We both went to the checkout station and paid for our things. Felicia was only getting a few things for her house. We then put our stuff in our cars before going to a nearby coffee shop to sit down and talk face to face. Our talks went from the party to how the girls are doing. And somehow landed on me being asked out on a date. “I think you should go,” Felicia told me sipping her coffee. “No, you too. Jean said the same thing, but I want to be there for her birthday,” I tell Felicia as I set my smoothy aside. (i don't like coffee.) “But that's because she has a party that you should go. You were already planning on having a family dinner tomorrow. Tonight you should enjoy yourself just as much as they are.” she tells me. “But I haven't been on a date since high school. Plus I do enjoy myself at our parties.” I tell her. “Ya you enjoy watching us have fun and playing while you sit and relax,” she tells me. It's true though. I do enjoy just watching, but maybe the kids have a point. It's a sleepover, and I can go out for a few hours and still be home to play with the girls before they go to sleep. “I'll think about it,” I tell her. A few hours later and the party is fully set up. The table is fully set up, and I got them 3 new movies for them to watch. Soon all the guests arrived. Bobbi was first and was already in a cute cat onesie. Next was Sara and her new friend Bree. They were both surprised to see the house under the school and even more surprised when I introduced them to Alice. Sara immediately fell in love with Alice’s room. Last to arrive was Felicia and Marylynn. Felicia whispered in my ear that she stepped into my office and dropped something off, to which I thanked her. We all had a little fun and had some snacks before I brought out the cake, and the singing began. “Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday Dear Jean Happy Birthday to You.” We all sang as I lit the candles and watched jean blow them out. It was 6:37 now and after they all had their cake that I told them I would be going out on that date. I had no complaints and was much encouraged to have my own fun for the night. *************************Jean’s pov********** It wasn't long after she left that we all went into the living room and talked about what we should do next. Bobbi suggested we watch one of the movies, but we decided it was a little too early for that. Marylynn suggested we tell scary stories but her sister reminded her that the last time she did that she was scared shitless for weeks. It was finally Sara who had the idea of truth or dare. But regular truth or dare would be boring as most people just wind up sticking with truth. So she suggested we write down the truth or dare questions and role a dice to decide what the person would do. 1,2 got truth, 3,4 got dare, and 5,6 got drink. She suggested that if we got 5 or 6, we drink a glass of water. As a little twist to the game, it would also be a holding contest. At the start of every new round, we all had to drink. With the rules set we were all given 4 plank flashcards to make our own questions before they were all shuffled into a deck and we got into a circle to start the game. Making a toast first. Sara was first, and she got 2 truth. ‘Have you ever lied to your parents about what you were doing after school?’ “Yes. I told my mom I was meeting with friends when I was really going to meet Mis.mare,” she told us. Alice was next. 1 truth. ‘What was your childhood nickname?’ “Mommy used to tease me a lot and call me Miss Alice P. Buttfart,” she told us as her face blushed. Bree next. 6 drink Marylynn next. 3 dare. ‘Roll a die and whoever's turn it is lick or sucks their nipples for 30 seconds each.’ Marylynn blushed heavily at this but rolled the dice. It landed on Bree (3), and she even blushed as all us girls cheered it on. Bree lifted her shirt revealing her perky breasts. Marylynn inched closely before latching onto Bree’s breast and causing her to moan for a moment. After 30 seconds she switched to the other one and was sucking on them like a hungry baby. Once she was done both of Bree’s nipples were sticking out. She decided not to put her shirt back on. I was up next and hoped I didn't get something like that. 1 truth THANK GOD! ‘What is your best talent? “I don't know. I guess it would be sports?” I answered honestly. Bobbi went next. 3 dare ‘Lick someone’s foot.’ Bobbi rolled the die, 2 Alice. Alice took off her socks, and Bobbi crawled over to lick her foot which made Alice laugh out loud because it tickled. Felicia was last, and she rolled the die. 5 drink Back to Sara and we all took another drink. 4, dare. ‘Twerk for a minute without pants.’ She laughed and said that that one was hers. She then removed the long skirt she was wearing to reveal her diaper. Then in front of us, all began trying to badly twirk as we all laughed. Alice next. 6 drink Bree. 5 drink again. She sighed a breath of relief that it wasn't a dare. Marylynn. 4 dare again ‘Put peanut butter on your nose, and try to lick it off’ (hay mine!) I went and out the peanut butter and put a dab of it on her nose, and we watched as the tried to reach for it and went cross-eyed trying. My turn again. 1 again. ‘How was your first kiss?’ “To tell you the truth I've never kissed anyone except my mom or sister on the cheek,” I tell them. “Ow, I have an idea!” Alice said, and ren up to me and suddenly kissed me! It took everything I had just to push her off, and everyone was laughing and asking how was it. “Like kissing my sister,” I tell them as I wipe my mouth. Bobbi next. 5 drink Back to Felicia. 3 dare ‘Give a back rub to someone till next turn.’ 1 Sara. Sara got on her stomach as Felicia began to rub her back. Sare was next again which meant another drink. 2 truth. ‘What's the craziest thing that you have ever done without your parents knowing?’ “I just recently, (moan from the back rub) tried wetting my diaper, (moan again) while I walked right in front of them,” she told us. Alice was next. 2 truth ‘What is one embarrassing fact?’ “I like to play with Totoro.’ she said with a slight blush. “What's that?” Bree asked. “The big stuffed animal she has in her room, it's from an anime,” I tell her. “But that's not embarrassing.” “No I like to PLAY with Totoro” she specified as she blushed even harder and it finally clicked what she meant. I won't be able to look at Totoro the same again… Bree was next. 4 dare. ‘Raise your shirt play with your nipples 30 sec.’ “Whats with my nipples today!” she yelled. After a moment to calm down, she began to play with her already erect nipples and began to moan just as loudly as Sara. Marylynn, 1 truth. ‘What is your weirdest habit?’ “I like the feeling of a wet diaper and will try to hide that it's wet for as long as possible,” she said. “So that's why you're getting that rash!” Felicia exclaimed casing Marylynn to blush deeply. Back to my turn. 3 dare. Fuck... ‘make a sandwich naked I was blushing deeply, and I really didn't want to do it. But after seeing what they all did I slowly began to take off my clothes. First my shirt, then my socks, my training bra, then my skirt revealing I was in a pull-up. I was about to take it off when Marylynn suggested I keep it on to which everyone agreed. Making me even more embarrassed than if I was just naked. I then proceeded to make the sandwich. Once done I quickly wanted to put my clothes back on, but Bree stopped me. “New rule. Whatever is taken off stays off,” Bree said to which they all agreed. “B-but this is too embarrassing!” I complained. “Then why don't we all strip?” Sara said before moaning again. Soon everyone was taking off everything, and I finally realized I was the odd girl out as they all were wearing diapers while I was wearing a pull-up! “Even your wearing one Felicia?” I asked. “Well, I thought I would be the only one left out, so I thought why not!” she told me. “Besides I'm positive Mis.mare won't mind if we're all in diapers." “My turn!” Bobbi exclaimed before I could proses what was said. 1 truth. ‘Who is the worst teacher you have ever had, why? “Mr.Boker. He was such a messed up teacher. If you didn't kiss his butt, he didn't like you. I made him mad once calling him Boker the Goat poker.” we then busted out laughing at that and asked why. “Because it sounded funny and it caused a good rumor to go around saying he liked to ‘poke’ goats,” she told us. Felicia was next, to Sara’s disappointment. 5 drink Sara again. But before we went she had us all drink another cup, and I was now starting to feel the need to pee. 2 truth. ‘What is your biggest turn off in a partner? “If they don't like diapers their out. Luckily I don't have to worry about that right now, “ Sara said, and I noticed Bree’s face just turned an even brighter shade of red. I wonder why? Alice was next. 3 dare. ‘Bite or kiss someone’s booty. 6 Felicia. Alice giggled as she crawled over behind Felicia. She then pulled down her diaper and Felicia yelped as Alice bit the girl on the ass, and we were on the floor dying! When we could finally stop, it was Bree’s turn. 2 truth. ‘Who is your best-looking teacher that you have ever had.’ “I don't know. I guess Mr.Cunningham” she told us and we all started to think about what the date was like right now. Marylynn was next, and she was starting to hold her crotch. 4, dare. ‘Have the birthday girl give you 6 spankings. If this is the birthday girl, you get one spank from everyone.’ I was so glad I didn't get this one as I walked behind her and had her put her hands up as I started spanking her, I was on the 5th spank when she suddenly let out a gasp, and we watched as she was the first to fill her diaper. “Marylynn is out!” Sara said. I was up again. 6 drink I was getting pretty full, and I didn't know how much longer I could hold. Bobbi next.3 dare. ‘Make out with someone. 2 Alice. “Haha well it's not like we haven't tried before,” she said as she when over to Alice and sat on her lap and started making out. Then suddenly we all heard a hissing sound, followed by another as both girls filled their diapers while still making out. “Both are out!” Sara called while she started to do the pee-pee dance. Felicia next. 3 dare. Put your hand down someone's pants until your next round. 1 Sara. Bree walked over and shoved her hand down the girl's diaper. “Wow, its nice and smooth” Felicia commented making Sara blush a lot. We then took another drink and suddenly Sara was holding tightly to Felicia’s arm as both girls started screaming. I didn't know why until I see Sara’s diaper turn yellow and we all began to laugh as Felicia finally pulled her hand out of the diaper and went to wash it off. It was down to the 3 of us, and we were all looking almost ready to burst when Sara suggested we drink one more glass. As we did, she whispered something to Alice and Marylynn. As soon as we were done drinking suddenly, Alice came up from behind and started to tickle me! But I wasn't the only one as Sara was tickling Bree and Marylynn had Felicia. “Let's see who lasts longer!” Sara yelled, and I knew we wouldn't last long. Sure enough, Bree’s diaper turned a bright yellow. It was just down to Felicia and me as our sisters tickled us! **************Find out who wins at the end of Part 2!************

Okay! So. The text color is usually to denote perspective. It was like this in Luzy and Untrained too! Pudding and I always pick one character to write in first person - in this case, Ria for me and Bridget for her - and the rest of the characters are third person. So the colors are necessary to differentiate her main character from mine, since they both use "I" and "me". But the colors also let us come at a scene from different directions! And to lead each other into the scenes. Believe it or not, 9 times out of 10 our scenes are completely unplanned and we just roll with whatever happens. It's.. complicated. Let's see if I can come up with an example. This is spoken by Trudie, though it sounds like an observation by Ria. This is because everything in the sentence is observable. But as a writer, it's rude for me to say Trudie has an accent because she's not my character. That limits Pudding's creative freedom. But Pudding also says Trudie is looking down. This is because later it's revealed that Trudie has completely black eyes. I didn't know that before Pudding wrote it! So even though this could technically be Ria's observation, it's also just narration. The key thing to remember here is that, because it's not in Ria's color, Ria didn't consider it. Though the accent was more apparent, she may not have noticed. Though Trudie was looking down, she may not have thought it was worth mentioning. But the narrator thought both of those things were important enough to say. Then there's the chapter closing: Obviously this isn't observable by Ria. It might not even be fully known by Trudie! So again, that's narration. It's complicated because Pudding and I try not to step on each others' toes when we're writing. I don't like forcing her characters to perform actions or say dialogue if I don't have to (though I do it a lot more than she does!). So when I'm coloring the text (because yes, it's colored in editing) I try to keep anything she writes in her characters' colors. The best way to think about it is... like a game of Dungeons & Dragons. There are always two players who get first person and first color choice. Mine is almost always blue. Pudding's is almost always purple (pink?). Each of our characters are given an action, but most of the game is narrated by the DM (GM?) and all the other characters are NPCs controlled by the DM. The weird part is that Pudding and I both play the DM as well as our character. Gosh that was a complicated explanation... Honestly, Pudding and I could probably do away with colors completely if we both wrote in third-person. But we don't like to write like that. And we're both bad at remembering to use third-person. And (selfishly) editing is horrible when we try! Plus... well... by this point in our writing career? We feel like our style is extremely personal. There's no one who writes quite like us. And even though that can be alienating, it's also special and unique! I hope that answered your question. I'm going to post another chapter (maybe two!) in a minute here. I am still editing this story really really slowly so we might stall out for a few days at a time. Sorry! Love you guys!! ~Sophie

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She said it on two different shows I think she's definitely interested in it

Beating off in diapers is awesome. And practical.