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Anyone interested in having a story contest to get us some new short stories, and reward the best writers? Have some fun prizes I could provide.

Are diapers, bottles or onesies going to be under your tree this year? I selected yes as a couple of kind littles have gifted me diapers and plastic pants from my Amazon wishlist

"You can't be serious Mum" Ginny said panicking slightly as her mother levitated her into their home. "I am dear. I 've been telling you for ages that if you continued to act like a baby I would treat you like one and I'm sure you agree that walking off when I told you to stay where you were was very child like" her mother replied. "But I'm an adult now!" Ginny responded. "That only makes it worse" her the ginger woman said as she put the young woman down on the stone floor. "I'm going to grab some baby clothes and a nappy from the loft, If I return and your not naked and lying on the tabe in the nappy position then you'll be in big trouble" she continued before waving her wand and turning the wooden kitchen table into a padded baby changing one. "I'm not going to do that!" Ginny said petulantly. Her mother pulled out a chair from the table and sat down before summoning a wooden spoon to her and then doing the same to her daughter who landed over her knee in a perfect spanking position. "Noooooo!" the young ginger woman shouted as her mother lifted her skirt, exposing her dark blue knickers for a second before pulling them down as well. The Weasley matriarch swiftly brought the spoon down on her daughters undefended backside before raising it into the air and doing it again and again. "Ouch, ouch, ouch, owww" Ginny let out a noice as each swat hit her rear end, it wasn't long before she began begging her mother to stop. She didn't though. She kept her swats coming at a steady pace and tuned out her daughter's cries of pain as she watched her daughter's pale derriere redden. She kept going for a few minutes until her there wasn't any white areas left on the bottom of Ginny's rear end. Her daughter didn't seem to notice that she had stopped at first and continued to wiggle her bottom to escape the smacks which were no longer coming. Once the sobbing had subsided, Ginny's mother let her up. "I'll bring my hairbrush down with me, if you're not ready for your nappy when I come down you'll be sorry". Ginny gulped and began to take her clothes off immediately. She stepped out of her knickers which had fallen to her ankles during the spanking and then the white blouse that she was wearing. Her skirt followed and lastly her bra. Ginny smiled as shereleased her breasts, they weren't the biggest in school but the boys seemed to enjoy staring at them. She then jumped up onto the table, taking extra care to ease her,still burning, bottom onto the surface. It kinda hurt, but the surface was cold so it soothed her a bit. Then she raised her legs into the air and opened them a bit, immitating the way that her auties positioned her baby cousins when they were changed. Once that was done, she waited. As she waited, she heard the door open and her daddy entered. She blushed as he entered the kitchen and was greeted with the sight of his naked daughter lying on the table right in front of him. "Good afternoon dear" he said. Ginny didn't respnd but her blush grew deeper, her daddy was looking right down at her exposed slit, he couldn't miss it especially as the sunlight through the window made her red bottom and ginger pubic hair act light a neon sign. Just then, a breeze coming through the still open door and traveling down her brack reminded her that all of her private parts were on show. "I see your mother is finally carrying out her threat" he said. Ginny mearly nodded and he walked away, also blushing. It was a few minutes later that her mother came down with a bag of supplies and smiled to see that her daughter had done as ordered. She moves around the table until she was standing at her daughter's feet before pulling a large jar of an orange salve out of the bag. "This is a hair removal salve, little babies like you don't have hair all over their bodies. Turn over, I'll start on the back of your body first. Ginny did as ordered and soon she was applying the salve to the back of her the young lady's arms, her almost hairless back, the back of her legs and then her red backside, even inside her crack. "Ouch" she wimpered as her mother's hands came into contact with her rapidly brusing backside though she had finished soon enough and ordered her to turn over again. The Weasley matriarch repeted the process on her daughters front covering everything, even Ginny's pink nipples, with the hair removal salve. She did all of this with a smile, finding her ticklish daughter's writhing amusing. This stopped once her maternal hands reached Ginny's nether regions and the young lady put up some resistance, though a quick smack on her bottom and the threat of the hairbrush ensured that she remained still while she rubbed the salve vigerously into her daughter's pubic hair before gently coating her slit in the stuff. After that, the older witch waved her wand and all of the hair, except those on her head, fell away and levitated into the bin. Ginny lay on the table, naked and completely vunerable as her mother once again opened her bag and pulled out some more supplies, first a nappy, then some baby lotion, and finally a box with the word suppositories written in the side, the colours on the box changed so she knew they were magical, but she didn't know anything about them other than that. Her mother grabbed her ancles and pushed them until they were so far back that she had lifted her bottom up off of the table before ordering her to keep them there. Then she placed the nappy on the table, it was a muggle one so she had to place the nessesarry charms on herself, taking up time until Ginny didn't think she could stay in position much longer before sliding it under her bottom and allowing her to relax somewhat. Next she opened the jar of baby lotion and began rubbing it over her private area, though it wasn't very private anymore. "Good girl" her mother praised her before pulling two things out of the box labeled suppositories and taking them out of their wrappers. Ginny's mother then pushed her legs back once more and placed the first one at the entrance to her bottom. Ginny wimpered as her mummy penetrated her most private place with her finger, and wimpered again when she repeated her actions with the second suppository. It was at this moment that Ginny realised that she was beginning to feel very horny, though she didn't understand why her mother's finger being deep in her ass was doing it. Ginny wimpered once more, though this time was because her mother was removing her maternal finger from her back door, leaving her with an empty feeling. "What were those things?" She asked, looking up at the older woman through her raised legs. "Suppositories dear, they are going to make you do a big messy poo poo in your nappy whether you want to or not" Her mother replied before picking up the top of the nappy and lifting it between her daughter's spread legs and closing it. "All done" she said finally. Ginny wriggled a bit, she was quite surprised by how soft it was, before climbing down from the table. "You may wear your clothes, but under them you're now a baby" her mother told her before grabbling her knickers and bra and taking them away. When she returned, Ginny was wearing her clothes again. At that moment a bell rang indicating that someone was entering the house, the older woman waved her wand one last time and a yellow spell hit Ginny. She recognised the spell immediately as one of her brother's prank spells, a second later warmth was filling her nappy as pee rushed out of her with her body putting up no resistance. While she peed, her boyfriend Harry entered the house and asked if she was ready to leave for her date. He took her hand in his and led her out of the house as pee continued to fill her nappy and her hard, aroused nipples pushed noticibly against her blouse.

“Didn’t I warn you?” Stone lets out a little hiss and her stomach twitches. ”Y-You have a tendency to interrupt Awesome Paladin Thinking. Ah, no, I got it. You’ll turn vegetable starch into adhesive paste until the Brahmin come home. With all your little fingers stuck together you’ll be out of luck then.”

Quinn looks at Stone and slowly starts to smile. Stone was accepting her? Accepting this? The rocking soothed her and she never wanted it to stop. Quinn curled herself up in Stone's arms and gently nuzzled the Paladin's neck as she listened intently to Stone's words and confession. Quinn was caught off guard but not displeased at all by the confession in fact she felt better and closer to Stone because of it! Stone felt comforted by it? Quinn looked at Stone for a moment wanting to reassure her and tell her not to blame herself but held off on that. They could talk later about the blame and the guilt they both felt. For now she was going to enjoy the fact that this newfound thing they have was going to happen and thankfully at no rush. Quinn kept silent but she was smiling brightly at Stone the entire time. Quinn watches Stone and gently goes down on the changing mat with Stone's gentle hands guiding her. Quinn shivers a little at hearing the rip from the diaper cover and keeps her eyes on Stone. Quinn blushes and nods. The diaper cover was practical and it didn't hurt her as much as the plastic diaper covers which would sometimes leave marks around her tummy and legs. The colour also reminded her of the Brotherhood and that brought her added comfort. Quinn smiles, "Thank you I really like it," replied Quinn, "I probably should thank Decker as well." added Quinn. The thought of returning to base and to the people she missed brought Quinn a lot of joy and anxiety. How will people react? There were going be some who would hate her, probably and others who would be overjoy'd to see her. "This specialist tomorrow? Who is it?" asked Quinn curiously. Quinn turned silent and closed her eyes as she felt the baby oil being rubbed in her skin. It felt nice, comforting and soothing. There was no roughness or play down there and that was a relief. The gentleness and care felt great and she felt relaxed to the point that she couldn't help but make a happy humming noise. Quinn opening her eyes giggles at the baby powder remembering how bad it made her sneeze if it was just shook on. A mischievous idea formed in her head and she couldn't help but smirk deviously up at Stone. She was going to tickle Stone! She just needed her diaper on first before attempting her attack! Quinn watches as the diaper is tugged up and smiles softly at that enjoying the bulk she feels between her legs. The kiss was beautiful and deep and Quinn returned it lovingly wanting nothing more then to show her appreciation in return but she wasn't skilled enough yet to be on par with Stone. Quinn looks at Stone with bright sparkling eyes and pushes herself up to wrap her arms around Stone, "And I will never stop loving you either," replied Quinn, "I promise." added Quinn softly not letting go of Stone at all. After a few minutes of cuddling and clinging Quinn begun to move her hand underneath Stone's shirt to the Paladin's ticklish spot in hopes that she could do a 'sneak attack' on her lover and Paladin. Would Stone notice or realise what she was doing? Quinn glances up at Stone briefly before looking away giggling slightly. Quinn starts to gently tickle Stone's side with her one hand.

When Miss issipi gave Miss ouri her New Jersey, what did Dela ware? I don't know, Al ask a!

The griddle should be heading your way in a couple days Mike.

When I was growing up I went to a private Catholic school, and let me tell you they were strict! I do not have a very strong bladder and I've suffer occasional bedwetting issues since I was 4. As for my sphincter, it was normal I guess...I never had many messing accidents, but wetting was a bit more common. During my PreK at school I had to wear pullups to nap (continued until I was in 1st grade) and I had to keep a spare change of clothes in my cubby. My peers and I wet our pants multiple times throughout the year, but until 1st grade the teachers never made a big deal about it. In my 1st-4th grade experience, my teachers were a bit stricter, if you wet your pants you either changed yourself or stayed in wet pants for the rest of the day. I had still not pooped my pants at school yet, but my friend Vivian in 4th grade had...We we're in a reading circle and she had asked to use the potty, but my teacher told her to wait until we were done. Long story short after she waited for a few minutes, then burst up an ran. A minute or two later she shuffled back in crying and I was obvious what had happened, it was a massive load and had stained her skirt, she was made to stand in the corner until her parents came to pick her up. It was in 6th grade that I first pooped my pants, I was still wetting the bed and I was presenting a science project with my group. I wasn't feeling well and right before we were able to finish it hit me like a train, inevitably I couldn't hold it and ended up noisely messing my pants in front of the class. As I began to bawl my eyes out my teacher escorted me to the nurse, where I was changed and put into nothing but a diaper, shirt and shoes, because "middle schoolers don't have accidents only babies". My classmates weren't too harsh, since several of them had experienced similar accidents, though mostly pants wetting accidents. My parents were not at all happy or sympathetic and they made me wear my pullups to school for a week. This got quite a few snickers from my friends I wet my pants many times in my school career but only messed them twice (on accident ;)). The second time I messed myself was after I graduated from my Catholic school and went to a public highschool. The transition from private to public wasn't easy and I was understandably stressed (well not to my parents). I was a freshman in Biology and we're taking notes, I hadn't pooped in a while and was beginning to feel the pressure. My teacher was king enough to let me use the restroom, but I was still new and didn't remember where they were. Halfway down the hallway I stopped because to pressure was too much and I filled my pants with a massive load. I slowly shuffled to the nurse. She was kind enough to help me clean myself and then put me in a faded-blue diaper and sweatpants. When I returned to class everyone knew what happened, why else would I be in different pants, eventually someone must've seen my diaper because everyone began teasing me. My parents were not pleased and decided to punish me. Diaper punishment in my house meant no toilet privileges at hone, diapers 24/7 (even in public) and I had to tell my parents every time I had an accident. This is probably why I am an ABDL. I had to wear at school, I could still use the toilets, but after a few days I decided not to. I kept a few on me and began going to the nurse who would change me. Sadly my secret got out and I was teased, but it blew over after a week or two. Everyone knew I wore diapers but slowly I still became semi-popular and got a boyfriend, which "shockingly" displeased my homophobic parents (it took a few years but they got used to it :)). I still wear diapers even in college, I'm married the the guy I met in highschool. Sometimes everything works out :)!

Here is the penultimate update to the Daddy's Cabin stories. The full and finished story is now posted on Patreon and you can read the whole thing for a pledge of $5 (otherwise you will have to wait a week for it to be posted publicly). For a pledge of $10 you can get early access to story updates AND exclusive Patreon only stories. More details and tiers are available on my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 I post a story update every four days and I can only keep that schedule thanks to the support of all my patrons. So a huge thank you to: DannyDazzler, Lena S, Cheryl C, Carlota Cr, Alex W, Snazzycool, Sarah P, Ron M, M, Tsidt, Britnee L, Sith, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, Cole T, Dorian G, Babbybb, J Land, Tim F, Cvsflip105, P74_1986, Chris B, Ron N, Jerry J, Frank Sz, Charlie S, P, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Guilyn, Miguel A, James B, A Random Patreon, Eric C, Ben R, C Dom, Lin J, Ben F, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S --- The night was long and dull. Connor had absolutely nothing to do except listen to the muted sounds of Papa and Tyler through the walls of the house. Rather inevitably, Connors diaper warmed around his groin in the evening as his bladder relaxed into the padding. The small silver lining was that Connor could feel his strength returning somewhat, though with his arms and legs tied down very securely there wasn’t a lot he could do with his returning strength. Eventually, Connor fell asleep. He had no idea how long he had been in the crib or what time it was when he woke up again. The room was very dark now and the house was silent. Connor guessed it was the dead of night and he wondered briefly what had woken up. Connor could feel an irritating itch on his rear end. He tried to shift to relieve annoyance and discovered, much to his embarrassment, that there was a layer of sticky mush coating the padding. He knew very quickly that he must have pooped his diaper in his sleep. It was embarrassing but there was nothing that Connor could do. He guessed his body was struggling after being so full earlier and the stress was causing him some serious digestive issues. Connor still had no idea what time it was and knew that he was going to be alone with his diaper until dawn at the earliest. He was incredibly uncomfortable in the very messy diaper but he had no way of relieving the irritation. Sleep must have eventually come back to Connor though because the next thing he knew he was feeling a prodding on his diaper. He mumbled around the pacifier that was buried in his mouth but found the prodding continued. Connor suddenly remembered where he was and his eyes snapped open. “Mmhmm.” Connor mumbled when he saw Tyler standing to the side of the crib. Tyler had a strangely serene smile on his face as he poked Connor’s messy diaper in apparent interest. “Why did you come here?” Tyler asked rhetorically. He knew Connor couldn’t respond, “You ruined my life once and now you want to do it again?” Connor couldn’t understand what Tyler meant. He was trying to save his friend from being a baby slave and Tyler was saying that Connor was trying to ruin his life again. It just didn’t make sense. “I love Papa.” Tyler said. He couldn’t maintain eye contact with Connor as he spoke, he just continued to massage Connor’s diaper. Connor stared at his friend and couldn’t believe that Tyler truly meant that. It must be part of the brainwashing that Tyler had gone through with Daddy and then with Papa. Sure, Tyler should be angry at Connor but he shouldn’t be spurning Connor’s offers to get him out of this place. “Mmhmm…” Connor mumbled around the pacifier that was buried deeply in his mouth. Tyler looked nervous but he reached in and undid the gag. Connor breathed a sigh of relief as the dripping latex teat fell to the side of his head. “Thank you… I understand you are upset with me but we need to get out!” Connor whispered urgently, “I can see you have been brainwashed but you surely don’t want to stay here as a slave for that guy.” “I… I…” Tyler looked uncomfortable as he reached down and felt the plastic of his diaper. Connor could see that his friend was wet. “We can get away together.” Connor continued, “You have to trust me.” “Trust you?” Tyler asked incredulously. He frowned and shook his head a little, “You were the one that sold me out in the first place!” “I’m sorry.” Connor repeated sadly, “Believe me I regret it with every fibre of my being. You can’t really love Papa though… What happened when you stayed in his bed last night?” Tyler looked away and didn’t answer. Connor could see that Tyler was deep in thought, he could see that he was getting through to Tyler. Whatever brainwashing that Tyler had undergone, it clearly wasn’t irreversible yet. “Alright, Connor I…” Tyler suddenly stopped talking as the door to the nursery opened up and Papa, wearing just his dressing gown, walked into the room. “I was wondering where you had got to.” Papa grunted through a yawn, “You know you shouldn’t be in here alone.” “Sorry, Papa.” Tyler said. In almost automatic reaction he dropped down to his knees and crawled towards the changing table. Connor could see Papa sniff the air and then look at Connor with a wry smile. Connor held his gaze defiantly. His diaper was soaked and messy but he still had his dignity and there was no way Papa could take that away from him. Papa walked over to the changing table and lifted Tyler up on to the flat surface. Tyler laid back obediently as Papa removed the tapes from the diaper and after a quick wiping of Tyler’s crotch, he balled up the used diaper. Connor watched as Papa turned around and threw the used diaper, like a basketball, into Connor’s crib. Connor tried to move out of the way but the wet diaper rested just above his head and the smell of his friend’s urine overpowered all the other smells causing Connor to wince in disgust. “Three points!” Papa laughed. He looked down at Tyler who also laughed for fear of what would happen if he didn’t. A new diaper was placed under Tyler and quickly taped up. When he was lifted off the table, Tyler was dressed in some navy blue shorts and a white t-shirt with a picture of an anchor stitched over the heart. The outfit was topped off with a little sailor’s cap. It would look cute on a toddler but on Tyler it looked strangely out of place. “Go undo your friend’s restraints and bring him to me.” Papa ordered as he reached back and scratched his butt. Tyler did as he was told and toddled over to the crib. He stepped on the release lever at the foot of the toddler bed and gently lowered the side. Tyler reached in and started undoing the restraints that held his stinky friend down. “Don’t do anything stupid…” Tyler whispered to his friend as he pulled him up, “You will never get out if you try anything now… Trust me.” Connor stood up with the help of his friend and felt the heavy diaper between his legs sink under the force of gravity. He waddled awkwardly towards the changing table as the full diaper hung down by his knees. It was not pleasant to walk across the room like this. Papa lifted Connor up on to the changing table and laid him down. “I’m going to have to do this until I trust you.” Papa said as he tied Connor down with restraints. Connor scowled but didn’t resist. He looked at Tyler who was giving him a look of warning. Now wasn’t the time to try and escape, Connor just had to swallow his pride and let this happen for now. It was better to wait for an opportunity than try to force one. The disgusting diaper was opened up and Connor tried to leave his body, he wished for an out of body experience. He tried to imagine himself elsewhere as Papa started cleaning his diaper area. Connor could feel the cold wipes cleaning him and sighed in relief despite himself. As much as Connor hated this humiliating cleaning, he was happy that he was getting cleaned at last. “Tyler…” Papa called out, “Take this diaper and your old diaper to the trash. Then bring me Buzz.” “Y-Yes, Papa.” Tyler replied hesitantly. Connor watched Tyler’s face contort in disgust as he picked up Connor’s messy diaper then hurry across to grab his old wet one and take them out to the trash somewhere. Whilst Tyler was gone, Papa unfolded a new disposable diaper and placed it under Connor’s ass. Connor still refused to put up a fight, he didn’t even look at Papa or show any emotion. He was determined to just be non-responsive and no fun at all for the manipulative daddy. Connor thought about Daddy and how he had promised not to get caught. He hoped that Daddy wouldn’t somehow end up in trouble for Connor’s mistake but he worried that he had messed everything up. Papa had inferred that he knew who Connor was and how he had got here, if Papa told the people higher up about where Connor had come from then surely they would seek to close the breach of security. They would want to silence Daddy. Connor felt the new diaper get pulled up between his legs and taped tightly closed. It was as the last tape was placed that Tyler came walking back into the room. He handed Papa something that Connor didn’t see and then stepped back from the table with a rather red face. “I want to show you that life here isn’t all punishment.” Papa said to Connor, “I want to show you some of the benefits.” “What do you… Oh!” Connor was suddenly silenced as he felt a strong vibration going through the plastic on the front of his diaper and straight against his groin. He pulled against the restraints but they didn’t budge much. “Well look at that, I think he likes it!” Papa laughed. Connor could feel himself growing in his diaper. His twitching tool responded to the vibrations that were sending pleasure down the nerves of his sensitive organ. Despite himself, he pushed his crotch up towards the source of the pleasure. “Meet Buzz.” Papa said to Connor as he moved the vibrator around a little, “Buzz is already great friends with Tyler. He’ll be happy to meet you.” “Please…” Connor gasped as the vibrations became stronger. He was fully erect by this point and his dick was pointing down between his legs where they met the padding being pushed in by Papa’s pleasure toy. “Please, what?” Papa asked teasingly as he moved the vibrator around to tease the tied down Connor, “Please continue? Please Papa make me cum?” Connor could barely think straight as more and more of his attention focused on the lightning that was shooting through his crotch. His hips bucked and he went red in the face as he had to turn his head to face the wall, he couldn’t stand Tyler’s judgmental stare. “Let me go!” Connor was able to gasp as he continued to desperately press himself against the vibrator. “Why would I let you go when you are so desperate to come instead?” Papa laughed at his own joke and pressed the vibrator harder into the padding. Connor could feel himself reaching the point of no return and knew that he was about to spurt his sticky seed all over the inside of his diaper. Half of him wanted to resist and the other half was desperate to finish, desperate to orgasm. “Ugh… Ugh…” Connor gave up all his inhibitions as he pressed himself against the vibrator. Right then and there he didn’t care about anything else, he just wanted to cum. “Looks like he’s about to blow…” Papa said with a smile. Tyler watched from a few feet away as his best friend was about to orgasm into a diaper. A sight he never thought he would see and yet despite his embarrassment he couldn’t look away. With one last loud grunt and thrust of his hips, Connor let out a low moan and bucked his hips as his penis pulsed and he shot his load into the padding between his legs. It was an amazing orgasm and he had never felt one like that before. He felt bad about how much he had enjoyed it and was quickly brought back to reality by the feelings of shame that now flowed through him. “Time for breakfast, I think.” Papa said with a little chuckle, “Tyler, take your friend through to the dining room.” Papa untied Connor and lifted him down off the table. Connor could feel his legs trembling a little bit, the aftershocks of his explosive orgasm still coursing through his body. He couldn’t look up at Papa, he felt ashamed of what had happened. Connor had come here to save his friend and now he was in diapers along with Tyler. Connor felt Tyler grab his hand. Connor looked up from the floor to see Tyler giving him a little smile. Connor couldn’t return it but allowed his best friend to lead him out of the nursery and down the hallway to the dining room. Connor could hear the heavy footsteps of Papa following them and didn’t dare to do any more than look around the room. “Up you go.” Papa said when they reached the living room. Connor was lifted back into the high chair and strapped down again. Connor winced as he felt the remnants of his sticky fun pushed against his skin. It was very unpleasant physically but also the knowledge that he was sitting in his own slimy seed made it very unpleasant mentally as well. Tyler allowed himself to be sat in a chair across the table from his friend. He was sat on a booster seat but not strapped down. Papa left the two boys alone as he went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. “Sorry about Buzz…” Tyler said quietly when Papa had left the room, “Papa likes using him.” “Just… Just don’t.” Connor said as he looked away in shame. “Don’t talk to me like that.” Tyler hissed, “If it wasn’t for you neither of us would be in this position. Don’t think you’ve been forgiven.” “Whatever…” Connor replied. He wasn’t in the mood to be diplomatic right now. They could thrash out all their problems once they were away from this horrid place. Connor couldn’t move any of his limbs again. He was starting to feel claustrophobic as it seemed like nearly all his time was spent restrained in one way or another. How was he supposed to escape and rescue Tyler when he could barely move a muscle? As Papa walked back into the dining room with food for the two babies, Connor felt a sudden warming of his diaper. It was actually a relief to feel himself wetting as it helped relieve the horrible feeling that had been left by his over-excitement from the changing table. A bowl of cereal was placed in front of Tyler along with a small plastic spoon. Tyler picked up the spoon and looked up at Papa. When he saw Papa nod back down at him, Tyler carefully dipped the spoon in the cereal and started eating. He couldn’t help but smile with pride at being allowed to feed himself. Connor would admit to being a little jealous as it seemed obvious what would happen next. With all of Connor’s limbs tied down, a bowl of cereal was placed on the tray in front of him. Not being allowed to feed himself and being almost naked seemed to be Papa’s way of telling Connor that he was considered as less than Tyler. “Open up for Papa.” Papa said softly as he sat down and loaded the spoon up with food. Connor looked at him with fury. He didn’t say anything but he could see that Papa didn’t miss his defiance. From out of the corner of his eye, Connor could see Tyler shaking his head to warn that Papa didn’t mess around. “Listen Connor, I get it. You don’t want to give in. You don’t want to let go of that little bit of a hope that tells you that you might escape.” Papa said as he lowered the spoon, “Right now you are thinking you will bide your time, wait for a moment where you can grab Tyler and run.” Connor looked into Papa’s eyes as the latter stared right back at him. It was as if Papa could read his mind and Connor suddenly wondered if Tyler was being a double agent all along. “Slowly, very slowly, you will realise how hopeless your situation is. I know “Daddy” told you where to find Tyler. He won’t be around for long now, they don’t tend to like security breaches like that.” Papa continued, “Sooner or later you will accept that this is the rest of your life. As soon as you do that you can start to enjoy your new, rather limited, life.” Connor felt his eyes watering a little bit as he realised how much he had messed up everyone’s lives. He looked away Papa and down at the tray. Tyler was watching the scene in front of him with rapt attention as if it was a movie or something. “So it’s your choice…” Papa concluded as he picked up the spoon again, “You either accept this and eat your breakfast or I can get the feeding machine. One way or another you are eating your breakfast. What will it be?” Connor took a deep and shaky breath as he accepted that he would be forced to eat one way or another. With a reddening face he slowly opened his mouth and accepted the spoonful of soggy cereal. A tear fell down his cheek as he was fed like a useless new born. Connor avoided Tyler’s oddly smug look as he fed himself. He could hardly believe his friend would act superior over just being allowed to feed himself. Connor had to keep reminding himself that Tyler had been lowest on the totem pole for a long time now, seeing someone lower than himself was probably a huge boost to him. Once breakfast was complete, Papa lifted Tyler down from the booster seat and unrestrained Connor. “You two play nice. I’ll be back in five minutes.” Papa walked out of the room in his dressing gown and left Tyler and Connor in the living room. “Now’s our chance!” Connor hissed as Papa left the room, “Let’s make a break for it.” “Not going to work.” Tyler replied as he picked up a crayon and started colouring in. “Why not?” Connor asked. He really couldn’t understand why Tyler was so relaxed when this was their chance. “The doors are locked and bolted, the windows are the same.” Tyler replied as he sat cross-legged on the floor. When he leant forward his shirt pulled up slightly and showed the top of his diaper to the room. “There must be something…” Connor said with more than a hint of desperation. “Nope.” Tyler replied casually, “Papa’s right you know. Maybe you should just accept it. It’s not a bad life really and there’s no way of escaping.” “Are you crazy!?” Connor replied angrily, “Tyler, there is a whole world out there to explore. We can’t spend our lives in diapers for some pervert.” “Are my ears burning?” Papa’s lower voice sounded out from behind Connor who jumped when he turned to see the older man had returned to the main living room. “I… I…” Connor stuttered. “Put these on.” Papa smiled and threw some clothes at Connor, “We’re going for a walk.” Papa was dressed fully now and sat down on the couch to put his shoes on. He watched the two little ones as he did so. “You had better hurry up.” Papa said to Connor, “Unless you want to go out in just that diaper.” Connor didn’t need to be told twice and he quickly started throwing the clothes on. He didn’t bother looking to see what the clothes were, he just knew that he had to put something on to try and cover his shame. A bright yellow t-shirt with a picture of a popular cartoon character on it and some white shorts was all that Connor had to protect his modesty. The material on the already small shorts was so thin that he could practically see the bulging diaper underneath it. “Let’s go.” Papa said as soon as his shoes were on. He stood up and unbolted the front door letting Tyler, who slipped on some Velcro sneakers, to step out into the sunlight. Connor stayed in the middle of the room and looked at the outside world that he had just been desperate to get to with trepidation. He saw Papa rather impatiently point for Connor to get outside. “But… But… I don’t have any shoes!” Connor said as he desperately searched for some reason to avoid going on this miserable walk. “You won’t need any.” Papa sneered, “Now come on.” Connor didn’t dare resist for fear of what the punishment may be. He tentatively walked forward and through the door. As his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, Connor felt himself get picked up and then unceremoniously dropped down on to a seat. Once his eyes had adjusted, Connor could see that he had been placed into a large stroller and Papa had already started strapping him in with some more of those strong leather restraints. “Can you at least leave me unrestrained?” Connor asked Papa quietly. “After what I just heard you saying?” Papa let out a bark of a laugh that was similar to Daddy’s. When he was fully strapped in Connor looked across to Tyler who was attached to a toddler leash much like those given to infants who had recently learnt how to walk. The other end of the short leash was attached to the stroller that Connor was sat in. Connor jumped slightly when Papa started pushing the stroller down the garden path and out on to the street. He cringed in his chair as he sank low into seat and his wet diaper was thrust out in front of him. He could plainly see the wetness indicator through the thin white shorts. On the other hand, Tyler seemed pretty unconcerned about being taken out in public. He walked alongside the chair with a small smile on his face. His little sailor’s cap occasionally slipping on his head and having to be fixed. The three of them turned off the quiet road and on to a much busier road. Cars were driving by and although the town was small, there seemed to be quite a few people out and about. Connor wished he could just sink into the ground as he prayed that no one noticed the two thickly padded boys being taken for a walk. “Frank!” Connor jumped as he heard Papa shout and someone across the road responded. Much to Connor’s chagrin the man Papa yelled at quickly made his way across the road. “Hello. How have you been?” Frank asked Papa as he shook hands. “Busy.” Papa laughed, “Taking care of little ones is hard work.” “Yeah…” Frank said as he looked at the two young adults that accompanied Papa, “You got two of them now?” “Yep. They sent me another one.” Papa replied, “He’s a handful but we are training him slowly.” Connor was cringing so hard he worried he might pull muscles in his face. This man was talking to Papa as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Was this town as crazy as the one next to Daddy’s cabin? “Buy one get one free?” Frank asked with a laugh that caused Papa to laugh along with him. “Tyler… Undo my restraints.” Connor hissed to his friend as the two adults loudly talked. “No. You’ll never get away.” Tyler replied quietly. The two adults had engaged in loud conversation and were ignoring the two boys in front of them. “We have to try!” Connor exclaimed. “You haven’t got any shoes and I’ve… Got my own problems at the moment.” Tyler replied with a blush, “We wouldn’t even reach the end of the street.” “This is driving me mad.” Connor sighed. “Just relax.” Tyler replied, “It’s not so bad.” Connor was just about to respond when he felt the stroller start moving again. Not so bad? This was the worst thing that Connor could imagine. It was clear that Tyler wasn’t fully on board with escaping, at the very least he didn’t see it as possible. Connor had to make it happen. They walked for five minutes or so when Connor saw Tyler slowing down and Papa stopping for him. He was just about to ask what was going on when it became very clear. Tyler bent over slightly and stared at the ground in front of him. His cheeks puffed out a little and turned red and Connor knew exactly what was happening even before the smell hit him. Tyler pushed down with his tummy muscles and it was over in a very short amount of time. After many weeks of doing it he had become an expert at filling his pants and he could get the whole thing done quickly. “Good boy.” Papa praised Tyler. Tyler smiled up at him with his red face but couldn’t hide the embarrassment he felt about messing his diaper in public like that. Connor could smell his friend for the whole walk home. He had no idea how uncomfortable Tyler’s diaper must have become but he was pleased it wasn’t him with the pants full of poop as he was slowly pushed all the way back to the house that was basically his prison. It was frustrating to be out in the open and yet forced to return to this house but he had to accept that if both he and Tyler were to escape they would have to do it together. It wasn’t long after the walk ended that Connor was carried into the nursery and had his wet diaper changed. He was a little confused as to why he was getting changed when his messy friend would presumably need the change first. He didn’t say anything though, he just kept repeating in his mind that he needed to choose his battles. Tyler started walking into the nursery as Connor was laid in the crib. He was clutching the rear of his diaper and looked very uncomfortable, it was obvious to Connor that Tyler really wanted a diaper change. “I have something for you before your change.” Papa said with a wink. Tyler looked a little unhappy. As if someone had just confirmed some bad news that he was expecting to hear. He nodded and walked out of the room, Connor could see that rather than heading for the living room he headed further down the hallway towards what Connor recognised as Papa’s bedroom. Papa lifted the side of the crib with a smile. “Your friend has some talents.” Papa chuckled. “What do you mean?” Connor felt like he knew exactly what Papa was referring to but he wanted the man to say it. “You know what I mean.” Papa laughed as he started walking away from the crib, “Being a single dad can be lonely after all…” Connor shuddered as Papa exited the room and closed the nursery door behind him. The room was oddly silent and still without anyone else in there and Connor was left alone with his thoughts. It was impossible for him to relax so he just leaned against the bars and waited. It was ten minutes later that Papa came back into the nursery with Tyler behind him. Tyler looked red in the face and was strangely expressionless. He crawled into the room on all fours and pointedly avoided looking over to Connor in the crib. The diaper around his waist looked a little battered and it appeared that it was on the verge of falling apart. His clothes were gone now and the diaper was all he had left on. Connor watched silently as Tyler was lifted up and placed on to the changing table. The very dishevelled diaper between his legs was pulled open and revealed their contents to the world. Connor could see that Tyler was just looking up at the ceiling without really taking in anything around him. He remained limp and lifeless as Papa cleaned him up and taped him into a new diaper. The process took a long time, mostly because of the cleaning, and Papa brought Tyler to the crib and lowered him inside once it was done. Tyler immediately sat down with his knees pulled up to his chest and Connor looked at him in shock, he had never seen Tyler like this. “What did you do?” Connor asked Papa with a hint of anger in his voice. “Nothing Tyler didn’t want to do.” Papa replied with a sneer, “Isn’t that right, Tyler?” Tyler seemed to be in his own little world for a couple of seconds before he blinked a few times and opened his mouth slowly. “Yes, Papa.” Tyler whispered hoarsely. “Good boy.” Papa said with a condescending smile, “Don’t worry Connor, you’ll be able to help out soon.” Connor stared daggers at Papa but said nothing as the laughing man turned and left the nursery. He closed the door behind him and left both of the padded boys alone and in silence. No one spoke for a little time as Connor wanted to give Tyler a little space. Connor contented himself with looking out of the bars of the crib and just imagining scenarios that might arise that would give him a chance to escape. “We need to go…” Tyler muttered so quietly that at first Connor wasn’t sure he had spoken at all, “We need to get away.” “Tyler? Are you OK?” Connor asked softly. “We need to get away…” Tyler repeated. He slowly turned his head to look at Connor. “You’ve changed your tune.” Connor said with a small smile, “But I’m glad. We just need to be patient and…” “No!” Tyler’s voice was much more forceful now. “What’s wrong?” Connor asked with fear. Tyler’s sudden need to escape immediately had him worried about what was going to happen. “Papa is going to drug us.” Tyler said, “Tomorrow, I think, is when he’ll start.” “What!?” Connor exclaimed. Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised considering Daddy’s methods but it still took him aback a little. “Whilst I was in the other room with Papa, whilst I was…” Tyler fell silent and looked down at the mattress in shame. “It’s OK.” Connor reassured his friend as he placed his hand on Tyler’s shoulder, “What did you see?” “I saw a letter and a schedule on the table next to the chair.” Tyler said as he snapped back into the conversation, “Listing a drug and instructions for administering it. Papa had me on that drug before but stopped when he ran out and I became compliant. Now he’s getting more for both of us.” “Shit.” Connor said as he bit his bottom lip, “Right, then we need to make our escape either this evening or tomorrow.” “But how?” Tyler asked. Connor fell silent as he tried to think of a plan. It wouldn’t be easy and it seemed like Papa had most angles covered. Even if they got out of the house, no mean feat considering the situation, they would have to escape the town and then stay undetected by the company that had sold them in the first place. “I’ll think about it and we’ll make the attempt tomorrow.” Connor said, “He thinks you are compliant right? He thinks you are in shock and malleable to him?” “Yes.” Tyler replied again with a blush. “That might help us.” Connor said, “Keep that up today, it might come in handy.”

I accept my self for who I am and I have no control over the feelings and behaviors of others

I took her into my apartment and led her to the spare bedroom which I had set up as my “nursery.” “Wow,” she said as she looked at the stuff inside. I pointed her the changing table. “Pick out a diaper you haven’t tried before.” She looked through my stash below the table and came up with one with little animals on it. “These are cute,” she said. I got her up on the table and hiked her skirt out of the way. I slid off the plastic pants and carefully undid the pins of the diaper. I dumped both in the pail I kept for that. I grabbed some wipes and started to clean her up. “Those are warm!” she said. “I have a little heater for them.” “Nice.” I continued my work, and she reached up and grabbed my shirt and pulled me toward her. We kissed. “Does this thing have a weight limit?” she asked. I thought about what she was saying for a second and then reached down and dropped my pants. I quickly shucked my diaper and got on the table. After the lovemaking I cleaned us up again with more warm wipes. I put the diaper on her, and she hopped down, and she patted the table, and I climbed up. She got another of the same diaper she had on and put it on me. “Now, show me around,” she said. I went to put my pants back on, and she stopped me. “You look cute the way you are.” “Then it’s only fair you should be the same way.” She smiled and removed her dress. She then went over and yanked my shirt off. We were standing there in matching diapers and giggled. I showed her the rest of the nursery including the closet with my various little clothes in it. I then showed her the living room, dining room, and kitchen. We then moved to the room that I used for my office. Bookcases and a desk with three monitors on it. “This is my command center,” I explained. “I do most of my work here except when I have to travel to a customer site.” “So you could work anywhere,” she stated. Thinking. “Yes.” We moved through a final door. “This is the bedroom.” I went back and got her suitcase from the front hall and brought it back. “I cleaned out two drawers here if you want to unpack. “Great.” “I’ll get us something to drink.” I headed back to the kitchen. I had a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator, and I opened it. I went to get down glasses and got a better idea. I went back to the nursery and dug out two baby bottles. I returned to the kitchen and poured champagne into each. Maria came out, and I presented her with a bottle. “A little refreshment before dinner?” I offered. She took it with a smile and took a brief suck on the nipple and smiled again. “So what next?” “I’ve made reservations for dinner. I wanted to give you something different. German is the big thing in St. Louis.” “Sounds good.” “Schneithorst’s is the name of it. It’s casual.” After we finished our champagne, she excused herself to the bedroom while I cleaned up the bottles. “I’m going to finish getting ready in the bathroom,” she said. I went to my room and put on a nicer pair of pants than I had been wearing and a button down shirt. I brushed my hair again. Maria Elena came out of the bathroom quite different. She was wearing a little black dress, and she’d put her hair up and put on makeup. She was stunning. “Wow,” was all I could say. She spun around so I could check her out. “Do you need a diaper change before we go?” She gave me a shy look, and I led her back to the table. I pulled off the wet one and cleaned her up. I dug under my table for the one I wanted and held it up. It was completely black. “This one will go better with that dress,” I said. “You have a diaper for every occasion,” she laughed. I set about packing a small knapsack I kept. “What’s that?” she asked. “Diaper bag. You never know.” We headed out to the restaurant. I’d have normally ordered wine for a romantic dinner, but we decided on beer. “What’s good here?” she asked. “Everything is good, but the house specialty is sauerbraten. I’m going to have the sausage plate, though.” “Can I taste some of yours?” “Sure.” “Then I’ll have the sauerbraten.” The food was great, and we had a great time. “I don’t suppose they have a family bathroom here,” she asked. I shook my head. She picked up the diaper bag and said she’d be right back. We made our way home, and I excused myself to change my diaper. When I got back, she was on my bed wearing the satin romper I had sent her. I got down next to her and felt the fabric. I had worn these things, but they felt different over her skin. We caressed and kissed. Finally, my clothes and the romper came off and so did our diapers. After recovering from our sexual activity, I led her back to the nursery. “Let’s get you dressed for bed.” I retrieved four cloth diapers and fastened them on her. I got a pair of plastic pants that had pink satin and lace ruffles and pulled that over. A pink gown followed. She stood up. “I can’t even bring my legs together,” she giggled. “This is really thick.” “It should get you through the night.” She reciprocated with me. “Where are the plastic pants?” she asked. I pointed her to the drawer, and she fished through it until she found a pair of shiny black ones and pulled them on me. We then toddled off to bed.

Part 5 Once the kids were all tucked up in bed Marie and Earnest reassessed their ‘plan’. Taking the opinion of the school on board (as they could hardly ignore it) they decided that the Pinocchio outfit had served its purpose and would no longer feature in the grand scheme. The report from Miss Martin that Thomas’s attitude had improved was greeted with relief but, to make sure it continued, he was told he’d still have to wear diapers until they were absolutely certain it was a permanent change. They also breathed a sigh of relief hoping their brief venture into spanking their child was now at an end. They’d really struggled with justifying that side of things but, and they had to consider the possibility, it might have been the ‘short, sharp, shock’ needed to get Thomas to toe-the-line. Come the morning and a soaked boy greeted his mummy with a yawn and stretch unaware that things were about to take a turn for the better. She could see the bloated disposable and helped her son from his bed and stripped him out of his protection. As this was done she informed him what her and daddy had decided about the Pinocchio clothes and diaper. If he really didn’t want to wear a thick diaper to school he’d have to prove he was responsible enough to learn it was wrong to tell lies, make fun of people or disrupt class. Oddly enough Thomas understood what he was being asked to consider and was also very thankful he didn’t have to wear the stupid outfit any longer. Of course he didn’t mention that he thought the outfit was stupid, he merely hugged mummy in gratitude. His spirits picked up now he knew he could get back to wearing proper clothes; he just had to make sure he didn’t revert back to his old ways. It would have appeared that, in Thomas’s case at least, the ‘short, sharp, shock’ had a meaningful effect. Lying in bed and feigning sleep, Mary heard all that was said. She didn’t like the idea that things were so soon getting back to normal with her brother. The scheming five year-old had overheard mummy say that Thomas would have to stay in diapers until he proved he could have a wet-free night but he could be out of daytime diapers if he was able to control his temper. This information gave her further thoughts on how to prove he, along with Carrie, were big babies, and she so much more responsible. # Thomas was unconcerned with having to wear a diaper under his normal school clothes because it was nowhere near as thick as the previous day. In fact, it was hardly noticeable at all and, despite the muffled rustle of his plastic pants, he felt far more confident. His mummy had said that if he maintained those good reports, then he’d not have to wear thick diapers again but… the inference was there and he understood. Just being able to wear his usual school polo shirt and shorts was such a relief and was quick to get involved in his friend’s games. After the shock of the day before and his team mates seeing him in Carrie’s playpen, he was just glad to have buddies he could lark around with. Of course they hadn’t forgotten his thick diapers but, without the Pinocchio costume, and the lack of thick padding, the ribbing all but disappeared. Just the simple fact he was no longer wearing the ‘Liars’ uniform seemed to send a message to the class that he was no longer a liar. How or why that should be no one really knew but Thomas was accepted back into his gang with barely a mention of the previous day. Of course there were some whispers but in general, things had returned to the way it had been. Thomas, being well aware he was under incredible scrutiny from the teachers, was well behaved, even towards Jeremy and Binda, who he made a point of chatting to. He helped Jeremy with some adding and subtracting, which was something he’d never done before and the cartoon-loving boy was overjoyed at being able to finally do something he’d never quite understood before. Miss Martin was very impressed. Indeed, throughout the day Thomas was surprisingly animated, fun, attentive and helpful – none of these traits had been apparent before. Lunchtime passed off without incident and he even offered the boy whose lunch he’d stolen only a couple of days earlier his sweet treat. Thomas surreptitiously asked the teacher to change him after lunch and this was carried out without any of his classmates being aware such a thing had happened. When Marie came to collect him she was proud that the reports were so positive and Thomas beamed under the praise of both mother and teachers. He liked this way of getting attention and found it easier than he thought it would to be nice instead of a bully. Miss Martin and the other teachers were shocked at this rapid change and began to wonder if perhaps the strange punishment had some value after all. However, it was early days and things could change, look how they had since a few days ago. On the journey home Mary tried her best to whisper things to her brother in the hope of making him mad, he didn’t rise to any of the childish insults. In fact, at one point mummy had told Mary off for annoying her brother, which didn’t go down well at all with the little schemer. She sat there fuming and flapping her dress in annoyance and also, as always, to prove she wore panties and not a diaper. Over the evening meal, as Earnest fed Carrie and mummy took a welcome break she was full of compliments for Thomas. She took great delight in telling her husband what the teacher had reported and they heaped praise back on their blushing son. He’d never been the recipient of such admiration and wriggled (and crinkled) bashfully in his seat as mummy patted his head in delight. Mary tried to interrupt saying she’d had a good day and been ‘very grown-up’ but was not rewarded with the approval her brother received. It was all about ‘him’ again and she wasn’t happy at all. He even volunteered to continue to feed Lizzie so his father could eat his meal without interruption; this was met with nods of approval from the real grown-ups. Over the next few days Mary saw her power slowly ebbing away as Thomas was allowed to wear shorts over his much thinner protection. The positive school reports had continued and Thomas was quickly becoming a real friend to everyone. Even when it was bed time he was back to jim-jams which covered his babyish plastic pants. She was as furious as any powerless five year-old could be, he was beginning to look a lot less like the big baby she’d hoped he would stay and back to being her annoying older brother. Alas, his attitude towards her had also diminished and he took very little notice of her whispered insults and general irritation. She tried her best to get him into trouble but it just wasn’t working. Over the next couple of weeks Thomas behaved impeccably at school as well as at home. He was thoughtful, helpful and there was no sign of the tantrums of old. Marie and Earnest were congratulating themselves on a job well done. There were other developments as well as their son’s attitude. At one point Thomas had gone four nights without wetting and only had to continue for another three to be out of his thick night time diapers and back into his PJs. Mary had enjoyed watching as her older brother was nightly wrapped in a diaper and had his plastic pants smoothed down over the padded material, whilst she simply wore a nightie to bed with no such protection. In her eyes it meant he was still a toddler but things were changing fast and it looked like he’d soon be back to a diaper-free existence. Thomas was confident he’d make it a complete week without wetting. He knew the rule that he had to complete seven nights without as much as a damp spot to be able to qualify for a diaperless existence. In fact, he’d taken charge of his nocturnal bathroom arrangements and found he could hold it if needed. He was also doing the same during the day at school, so changes by the staff had dropped to zero. It looked like in just a few days things would be back as they were. Knowing that if he did wet at any point during those final few days ‘project PJs’, as Thomas had called his return to normal nightwear, would be re-set and he’d have to start all over again. This gave Mary had an idea. # No one was aware of just how clever Mary was. Her plan was not one you’d associate with a five year-old. It was devious and cunning, and although had its origins in a book of fairy-tales she’d read about naughty elves getting their own back on some fairies, she executed it with incredible competence. She pinched one of his diapers and put it on Carrie. She often volunteered to help mummy sort her sister out, so this action wasn’t out of the ordinary. The fact that Lizzie was wearing a much bigger diaper went un-noticed and Mary was quick, once it was wet, to make sure it was she who got to her little sister first. After all, she had become mummy’s little helper. Once the wet evidence was in her possession she calmly hid the offending article under Thomas’s bed for it to be discovered later by someone else. The morning of its detection was greeted by denials by Thomas that he had anything to do with it. He was in tears imploring his mummy that it wasn’t his even though all the signs pointed to a deception. Mary was sat at the kitchen table when all this kicked off and some of the old Thomas returned when he threw a tantrum because he wasn’t being believed. Though he could do nothing else, and because his mummy thought he was lying, he got a quick slap to his naked bottom followed by a very thick diaper fitted in place for school. The smack stopped his tantrum immediately. Although in reality it was just a tap, Thomas was aware of what it could lead to and instantly stopped his fussing. The boy had learned very fast how to avoid unnecessary pain. He wasn’t happy about the thick diaper but at least he hadn’t received a sore bottom this time. Mary was very pleased and sat innocently eating her cereal as her brother was called a little liar and punished. She couldn’t help but smile as she saw her tear-stained brother sit grumpily at the table, his shorts padded and huge with the plastic pants just creeping into view. He was very upset and implored his daddy to believe him but he couldn’t explain how the wet diaper had got there. At no point did anyone suspect Mary. Regardless of the fact that she had been very vocal about being the ‘grown-up’ in the family, her parents hadn’t made the link. Because it was always about Thomas, Mary’s involvement wasn’t considered. As far as they were concerned no one was to blame for the secreted diaper except the culprit Thomas. They knew it was a big deal for their son to get all his privileges back and assumed that he was so scared that this one transgression meant a return to constant diapers he’d engineered a fresh diaper after soaking the one he’d been wearing. The fact that he hadn’t admitted to the fraud when it had been discovered was what made his parents angry. They thought he was through with lying, yet here he was, caught red-handed and refusing to admit his guilt. The poor boy wasn’t believed and he spent the rest of his well-padded day in an angry sulk. At school he was once again inhibited by his thick cushioning. The teachers noticed the change in temperament and his moodiness, though this time it didn’t spill over into anger with his school chums. He hated his parents for not believing him but he had no idea how the wet diaper had got there. He told Miss Martin the tale and how excited he was to be soon out of his diapers but that wasn’t going to happen now, he broke down in tears. His teacher cuddled and consoled him and thought he was probably telling the truth but again, without another suspect, she had no answer. This was a huge setback for Thomas as it was for his parents. They had been overjoyed at the rapid progress he’d made since the Pinocchio suit and spanking days. They weren’t sure if any of that had been the catalyst to their son’s rapid conversion but were sorely disappointed that he didn’t feel he could own up to his wet diaper and felt he had to conceal it. However, a chance remark Earnest made to one of his colleagues at work about kids lying had led to an eye-opening story he hoped wasn’t true in his case. # The colleague had assured him that his own ten year-old son had gone out of his way to do all he could to drop his older sister in it because she was going to a concert but he was too young. He really hated the fact that she was old enough to do things that he wasn’t allowed and it drove him mad with jealousy. Despite the sister telling her parents what was happening they simply refused to believe that their ‘Angel’ of a son could, or would, be so divisive or vindictive. However, the complaints from his sister got to such a level that they had to take notice and she became like an avenging ninja, she left traps for her brother to fall into. Pretty soon she had enough evidence to take to her parents to prove what she’d been saying all along. Her brother was being nasty. There fears were realised when they caught him using his sister’s ‘unattended’ cell phone to send a vicious text to one of her friends. Caught in the act, and with the text still on the screen, he had no defence. He complained that he was being treated as a toddler, not being allowed to go to concerts when his sister was and he regarded it as very unfair. However, his parents didn’t see it that way and were angry with themselves for not believing their ‘little angel’ could do something so sly against his sister. They changed their opinion once the facts were known and, after apologising for their disbelief at their daughter’s claims, set about teaching their son a hard lesson. Firstly, they took away all his privileges and told him if he thought he was being treated as a toddler before, he would be given a chance to think again. Everything he did was closely monitored; he wasn’t allowed to watch any grown-up TV, restrictions placed on how much time allowed to play with his friends and most infuriating for the boy, early bath and bed time. To add further to his punishment, and to emphasise he was acting like a baby, they put him in a diaper and footed PJs every night. With the threat hanging over him that every time he acted up, lied or was nasty to anyone (though especially his sister), his bed time would be moved a half hour earlier, he dare not complain. As Earnest’s work colleague observed: “They’re all little angels… until they’re found out!” # This story set off alarm bells in Earnest’s head. He’d completely ignored the way Mary had been acting up in attempting to get Thomas into trouble. Normally her huge innocent eyes would have made the idea unthinkable but now, well, he might have to re-think the way they had dismissed Thomas’s claim. He discussed the story with his wife but she scorned the idea of her sweet-natured, five year-old daughter being devious enough to come up with such a plan. She thought it far more likely that Thomas had been scared to admit having an accident so near to his escape from diapers… “Oooohhh,” now, a shiver of recognition ran down her spine. She too remembered some of the things her daughter said to try and enrage her brother. It never amounted to much, but there again mummy wasn’t always around when the two were left together. Another thing she recollected was how Mary was always happiest when he was in his diaper and plastic pants because she’d said, on more than one occasion, how nice it was that Carrie had another baby to play with. At the time she just thought she was being cute… but perhaps…? They didn’t want to believe she could be capable of such a thing, but there again they didn’t want Thomas to be accused of something when he was totally innocent. They had to come up with a plan and quickly, they didn’t want Thomas reverting back to his old ways after he’d come such a long way. Over tea mummy made sure that her son knew that his teachers had put in a good word for him. Of course, Mary was sitting enjoying her brother’s sullen look but the fact Miss Martin had spoken up raised his spirits. Marie informed him that, if he could go the next two nights, the entire weekend, without wetting again, then he could go without diapers as promised… but only if he didn’t wet. As far as Mary was concerned this was a complete betrayal. Mummy and daddy had set down rules for him to gain back his briefs and PJs and now they were reneging on the plan. It wasn’t fair. Whereas her brother had been the glum one, it was now Mary’s turn to feel let down. She couldn’t believe that after all she had done they still believed Thomas shouldn’t be permanently in diapers. She had two nights to prove to her parents that there was only one of their children who wasn’t a baby, and that was her. Carrie was going to be in for a very wet weekend as her sister attended to her every need. She fed her copious bottles of milk, dressed her and changed her, insisting that mummy leave it all to her. Marie knew something was going on but didn’t know exactly what. However, she had put her own little test into operation and hoped to see the results – one way or another – pretty soon. Of course, Mary again used her brother’s larger diapers to swaddle Carrie and once a couple had been reasonably soaked she hid them away until needed. On the Sunday night, after they’d been put to bed, no one except Mary knew that hidden in a couple of locations were two very soggy diapers. One had been concealed at the bottom of Carrie’s diaper pail and the other secreted under her own bed. She had planned on discovering the evidence whilst looking for a lost dolly and her mummy was in the bedroom as witness. She would cry and say it wasn’t hers and that Thomas must have put it there. She planned a little tantrum of her own and hoped her usual look of purity and innocence would divert any accusations back at her brother. After all, he was the one needing diapers, he was the one who wet the bed, not her… but she wanted more and in doing so pushed her luck. She bet this wasn’t the only time he’d wet over the weekend and that he might have hidden other soaked diapers elsewhere. She even inferred that daddy should look in Carrie’s pail for evidence. What she didn’t know was that Thomas’s diapers had been marked and that tiny little spot on the corner of the fabric would prove who was telling a lie. When the newly discovered ones didn’t have the mark mummy knew that the wet diapers were fake because he was still wearing the dry marked one. When confronted with the evidence of her failed evil plan, she maintained her innocence and insisted it was Thomas who was the wrongdoer. She couldn’t believe her parents had caught her out and hoped that her constant accusations of Thomas’s babyishness and need to wear diapers would somehow sway them. Unfortunately, this barrage against her brother and continual denial of her own guilt proved to mummy and daddy that she was the ‘little liar’ in their midst. Now things had changed on this particular Monday morning the atmosphere was completely different. As a happy Thomas dressed for school wearing briefs and no sign of a diaper, Mary was weak with worry. Sleeping had been particularly difficult once she realised her parents didn’t believe her and became quite apprehensive as to what would happen next. When her mother came in carrying a pile of thick diapers, cream, powder and plastic pants and the slightly altered Pinocchio suit… Mary had her answer. ####### THE END

I bought the variety case and I am wearing a Classico and this is the second time I am having issues with them leaking out the back on the side leaving a damp spot on my pants even though I have not used them a lot nor have I done a big wetting. My hip size is now down to 34 inches and the diapers fit 32-40 inches hip/waist size. I wonder if my weight loss could be the issue and the diapers are now too big or if anyone else is having the same issue I am having. I even have them on snugged.

Just now Was it taco bell that you ate?

The moment people are shocked that I won't be their mommy after asking me. Like, the whole reason I'm here is to pick a little one, right? Foolish me. I thought it was to chat with like-minded individuals. My bad.

I don't wear panties, but wearing a skirt does make peeing a lot easier. I like to just pee wherever I am, so if I am sitting I like to just let go and pee through my skirt, but sometimes I don't want to get my skirt wet and stand and let my pee run down my legs instead.

Tranquility ATN with a stuffer at night, along with a good pair of plastics, day is Depend, with a small suffer up front...

Great story, Jilly Poo - Thanks for sharing! Girls wetting was the impetus for me getting into this whole way of life, and at that point in my life, girls were still wearing skirts and dresses. Even to this day, when I wet a pair of (blush) panties, I tuck myself under so it looks like it was done by a girl! Nothing quite so sexy as a girl wetting under a skirt or dress.

@ SammaraShradder If you are still around,... I'd pull you over my knee and start with a good hard spanking. I'd ask you about these incidence, and if you lied to me I'd take off those wet panties of yours and gag you with them (so I recommend not lieing as it is the worst thing this daddy thinks you can do, but you just don't seem to be able to control yourself). No sense letting you talk if you're just going to lie anyway. For lieing during your spanking, I'd switch to the belt. When you couldn't take anymore, you'd get a dozen more smacks. I'd make you strip naked and put you on your knees. I'd ask if you want your pee-pee panties out of your mouth. I'd take them out and apologies, offering to clean out your mouth. Maybe we can get some of those lies cleaned out while we're at it. I'd wash your mouth out with a bar of soap. Apparently you lack self control. Since you seem to like being out of control, I think you need some enemas, 2-3 should do. The first a nice warm one with lot's of soap suds, the second glycerin, and the third :-) the third would be nice cold tap water (fyi, those reading if you ever do this be careful you don't give someone hypothermia especially smaller people). The cold water will give you very nice cramps. I'll have a switch ready in case you leak, so you better hold it in until I tell you you can go. After that another spanking, until you are VERY apologetic and promise to be well behaved. Up until now we have just gotten you to apologies. We agree on your punishment going forward. First you will "thank" daddy for having to work so hard to make you a good girl. Then you get a nice bath. Then you get diapered. Per our agreement you have lost your big girl panty privilege for a month (a little harsh, but you included fighting and lieing and I hate lieing). You get diapered and dressed and we go see a nice movie. Lucky for you you don't have to worry about the big slushie making you have to pee half way through the movie :-)

Now, pick your things up, and throw them in the fire! You quickly scramble off the chair arm awkwardly as you see me flex the crop. You secretly start to feel dread and wonder why you were so bad for mommy. You use to think the occasional punishment was fun and just kept pushing her to the breaking point. How you regret how far you pushed the situation now. You become scares as you realize, mommy loves me, and would never REALLY hurt me. How could she send me to this man? You realize your things are burning and you can’t help but shed more tears. Mommy had been so different recently, she still took care of you and punished you, but she was almost sad. The really weird part was that she let your pubic hair grow in which was odd, but she always changed the subject or made excuses when you asked about it, you wonder about it now. You are standing there naked. The shock almost,… almost overtakes the pain, but no,… shock and pain in equally measure as my hand comes around your waste and grabs you by the pubic hair spinning you around to look at my heavily chest. Under my shirt you notice the heavy muscles that held you in place with ease despite your struggles. My face looks down into yours. My grip on the upper part of your pubic hairs seems to slip, but then a quick jerk and you realize I purposefully released the upper hairs to leave only a few of the lower hairs, attached near the labia, in my grasp. As sharp tug, and the pain is somehow a sharp stab mixed up with an exhilarating feeling. You wonder how experienced at punishment someone must be to learn that pulling fewer hairs, and the more sensitive ones at that causes exponentially more pain. The feeling of fear at your situation returns as you realize I am bent over with my face in yours speaking. Babies don’t get pubic hair (another painful yet exhilarating yank), and clothing is earned in this house. You struggle to walk awkwardly as you are lead, by your pubic hair, through a door in a darkened corner you didn’t even notice in the room before. As you enter my grip is released, and you notice this is like a nursery,… and a dungeon with infernal machines, mixed into one. It seems almost bright and cheery with a crib and changing table, etc… But, mixed in there is a whipping cross, a suspension machine, and a spanking horse among other things. As you marvel at the combination you realize you have started to rub your mons pubis and labia. A second too late you realize your mistake as you see the fire light in my eyes. My voice booms as I deride you for touching yourself. You filthy little whore, no wonder your mother struggles so much to keep you as an innocent little girl. No wonder she is depressed in her failure. You can’t keep your hands off yourself you five minutes. Not even in front of a perfect stranger! You are grabbed by a nipple this time and shriek as it is twisted and pulled. You immediately move in the direction my hand leads. You cannot believe the force with which I squeeze with my thumb and index finger. Things almost go white in your eyes as you feel burning pain radiate threw your chest. We come to a chair next to a dresser. This time instead of being hoisted over the arm I turn and sit, intensifying the pull and the twist on your nipple. Your knees buckle, and you think you will fall to the floor, but as you pitch forward you realize you are going up not down. Your nipple released you find you are being dragged over my knees. I reach over and grab a large brush from the adjacent dresser. You marvel at its size for the split second before you see it travel down. SMACK you feel it contact your bottom. It remind you of a paddle mommy used once, but the extra force I can apply with my size and strength makes this brush seem worse than any paddling you have ever received, plus mommy always applied her strokes in a loving manner. You wonder what I could do to you with a paddle as the next smack lands on the other cheek. You realize both cheeks are now throbbing with pulses of their own. You can actually feel the movement all way in your crotch. You wonder if the pain isn’t worth it, until the third smack,… the second to land on the first check lands. You shriek. You try to explain that you were only rubbing yourself in relief from my harsh pulling of your pubic hair, but you are roughly cut short by several hard and fast, almost brutal swats to the delicate underside of your buttocks, just where it meets your thigh. You can’t believe it, but you begin to cry uncontrollably and start to squirm and attempt to extricate yourself from the brush paddling. You feel one of my legs deftly slip out from under you and your waste is now caught between my two massive muscular thighs, almost squeezing the air from your lungs. My free hand grabs your face along your jaw line, squeezing your cheeks and roughly turns your face to look at mine. There is NO excuse in this house, for you, to be touching yourself between your legs, you filthy little slut. You try and speak but your head is turned back and the paddling continues. Again you realize the strokes are perfectly times to deliver maximum regret on your part. The throbbing is unbelievable. If the swats from the brush were not bad enough, every throb of each cheek comes with its own pain. You feel a strange warmth between your legs, but in the pain is and pain of the paddling you have no realization,…

Bobby, do you know why Mommy sent you to me? That’s right you have been very naughty. She has tried to punish you herself, but you are still behaving so badly. She doesn’t mind the occasional punishment, but it is difficult for her to be so harsh with you. She knows you need more discipline, but just can’t bring herself to be so hard on you. So, she has sent you to me for a few weeks. I assure you young lady, when you return home you WILL behave. In the future, if you act up, all mommy will have to do to snap you back into shape is remind you of your time here. And Bobby, if you think I’m going to be rough on you these next few weeks, trust me when I tell you, IF your mother, EVER has to send you to me again, these next few weeks will look like a picnic. I will take it as a personal insult that she had to send you back, and I will take it out on you! Now, strip! Your mommy let you were big girl clothes here, but from what I hear you do NOT deserve them. As you look at me, you feel the sharp sting of a crop on your behind and snap to attention. I told you what to do, STRIP! When I tell you what to do you do not think. You do not hesitate; you do as you were told. You have proven, by your actions, that when you think about what to do you get it wrong. From now on, you do as you are told, immediately. You strip your clothes off with a quick slap or crop to the ass anytime you slow or hesitate. As you strip you notice that the air has a mild chill and it makes your skin stand taught, and intensifies the sting of the occasional blows. The large stone entry way seems less inviting know then when you first arrived. As you finish removing your clothing you feel another sharp blow on your bottom as you are ordered to pick up your things and follow me. The next room is warmer, and you notice a large active fireplace on the far wall. The room is richly decorated with leather upholstered, overstuffed chairs and couches and large, solid Black Walnut furniture. You are ordered to through your clothing in the fireplace. You are confused and hesitate. Your reward is the harshest application of the crop yet. You are quickly grabbed by the hair and hoisted over the end of one of the chair arms. I warned you to do as you were told, when you are told to do it, did I not? Before you can answer you feel the crop welting your backside and thighs. With each application there is a pause. You’d think it would bring relief, but the stinging is actually heightened in the second after the blow. Just when you think it may start to subside the next blow comes. All you can think about is the stinging. You try to fight and are shocked at the strength behind the arm that is holding you over the chair. It takes you a second when the punishment is complete to realize you can move. The next thing you realize is that you are crying out loud. You hear my harsh voice stating, “no wonder your mother says to treat you like a baby, you cry just like one.

One of my favorite things to do is to wet my panties through my skirt, somewhere outside for my boyfriend. It turns him on like crazy! And since I wear skirts a LOT, it doesn't take much prompting for me to want to wet for him. As for the sitting on the toilet and peeing through panties - I used to do it a lot more than I do now, but I have. Now, I usually do it in the shower instead.

I am literally feeling a little heartbroken. When your best online friend from DD, a person you shared everything with disappears and then some guy you don't know finally shows up to tell you it was him all along apologise for deceiving you. I mean I guess I should be happy I know that "she" is ok because I spent so long worried she got injured or something but "she" doesn't technically exist anymore. I feel like I've actually physically lost someone. I give up on this site, whats the point