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How I became an Executive Toy Part 1 Hi, I’m Charlie - six months ago I left school and got a job as an office junior in a large building firm. It’s not a very demanding job but they told me that the prospects were good if I had any aptitude. The office is relaxed but everyone dresses rather smartly, no jeans or t-shirts, and most of the guys wear a suit so I do too. I’m always clean, neat and tidy (mum sees to that) and I hope to do well in this my first ever job. I’m 18, slim, 5’6”, OK looking, always polite (again mum’s doing) and very easy to get along with and often don’t need things explaining twice before I can do what is asked of me. Academically I was lazy, and although did OK in my exams, the thought of university life and more schooling just wasn’t me. I wanted to get work and perhaps have three or four years on my peers before they eventually found themselves on the jobs market. ~ They appear to like me in the office and I’ve become fairly popular with my work colleagues. Almost immediately one of the company directors, Mr Wojciechowski, was very friendly and encouraging towards my ambitions - taking me out on the occasional site inspection with him; as he thought that would give me more of an overall view of what the business was about. He’s witty and you can share a joke with him, when he’s around the entire office a nicer place to work. Not like the other two bosses who are also Polish but in all honesty, scare the shit out of me… very officious and demanding. When we went out to the sites together, and it was at least once a week that I accompanied him on a trip, it all seemed so exciting. At my age, and in my first job, I loved the attention and the encouragement he gave, making me feel special and that I could really go places with the firm. He said he liked the way I said “Yes Boss” when he first asked me to do something for him – I think it was to retrieve a file on the computer system. Embarrassingly, I couldn’t remember his name so I meant to say “Yes Sir.” but it came out as “Yes Boss”, apparently I blushed a bright red at my faux pas. It made him smile. ~ One evening, about 2 months ago, when we were returning to base, he said he had to call home first as he’d forgotten some papers. His house on the outskirts of town is terrific; in its own grounds, very expensive, well decorated and I was pretty impressed. He asked if I wanted anything to drink and, looking at the selection of booze set out on a cabinet, felt like he was treating me as an adult and not as one of the office juniors. He disappeared into another room, which I assumed was to get the papers he needed and after a couple of minutes called for me to go through. I went to help and was surprised to see him standing surrounded by loads of baby paraphernalia - it was like a really well equipped and maintained nursery. Colourful walls with cartoon characters, a crib, toys and piles of clothes and diapers, it appeared to have everything but I had no idea why. The boss was smiling at this revelation and asked me what I thought. I didn’t know what to think. I was a bit shocked but, as I had no idea how to react I sort of mumbled some sort of approval though I have no idea why. His eyes lit up with what seemed genuine happiness. “Glad you like it,” he shrugged his shoulders a little relieved, “it’s one of my… things, you know, to help me relax when I get a bit… stressed.” I’m sure many high-powered businessmen get stressed with their jobs and I suppose they all need an outlet, although I always assumed it was booze or recreational sex and drugs, but hey, what do I know? What I wasn’t sure about was why he was confiding this ‘secret’ part of his life to me. “Er.… it’s all very… er… nice and all but,” I wasn’t sure if I dare ask, “why are you showing it to me?” “Well my dear Charlie, you are one of the few good-looking youngsters in our firm and, if you haven’t noticed, I like you a lot.” ~ I was stunned yet pleased at the same time and took in the fact that even though he was in his late 40s he had a very young out-look. The detour to his place was just an excuse to get me alone but when he pulled me against his strong body and told me how good-looking he thought I was, in truth, I was anxious… although mainly flattered by his attention. I’m 18 and have known since before I was a teenager I’m gay but had never acted on my feelings. However, just about any guy looking at me, or me looking at them, gives me an instant hard-on so, with his masculine firm hands touching me, that’s just what happened. He’s not the greatest looking guy, although for his age I suppose he’s OK, but he is very manly and quite an imposing figure… and more importantly, he’s my boss. Now I know my reaction should have been to throw a hissy-fit or storm out but I was dumb-struck as he slipped his hand into my waistband. He flicked the button loose on my trousers, unaided the zip peeled away and they fell to the floor. Although I was shocked, the feelings he was generating in my groin were incredible and I loved it so, when he dragged everything off, including my shoes and socks, I was more excited by the fabulous sensations than alarmed. “God, you are such a pretty… boy.” He breathed with such passion it sent a shiver down my spine. I was taken aback by this. In fact, I was pretty sure I was about to be raped and I didn’t know what to do. The problem was my cock was rampant, and although I was extremely uneasy, I was shaking in thrilled anticipation. This was it, this was the moment, this was when I was no longer going to be a virgin. I was scared. ~ “Do you know just how fucking cute you are?” He whispered in my ear. I wasn’t sure if he expected an answer but in truth I just lay there like a petrified rabbit caught in headlights. He licked my earlobe and then his warm tongue gently intruded deeper. I didn’t know my ear was so damn sensitive and I giggled and squirmed under his gentle touch. “Oh my God… look at you… you are a picture. Sweet, innocent…” He raised his eyebrows perhaps wondering just how innocent I was, “fuck me I want you as my little baby, my little chicken, my little… toy.” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at but he looked me deep in the eye and asked if I’d like to be his ‘Executive Toy’. My brain could come up with no thought of what that might entail so I nervously asked him what that meant. He replied that I just had to be around when he needed some executive relief. “You mean… er… to…” I was naked and looking into the eyes of a man who thinks I’m adorable but I needed to make sure I knew exactly what it was he wanted from me, “to be your… er… boyfriend?” He smiled a strange smile that I hadn’t seen before and slightly shook his head. “Mmmm, maybe but,” he rubbed my naked belly, “I need someone to join me in the nursery and you would be ideal.” ~ I think he could see the total lack of understanding in my eyes, although the stroking of my tummy was having some effect, he expanded on what he thought. “You look so sweet and, with a slight change of hairstyle and, well, other little changes, I think you would be a wonderful playmate.” He changed from rubbing my belly to softly manipulating my rock hard dick. “I get my relaxation from looking after… a baby. Changing him, playing with him, teaching him stuff, reading stories… generally doing… what a daddy should do.” My mind wasn’t really listening because I was swallowed up by the sensations flowing from my balls along my throbbing shaft. “You would be my surrogate baby and I’d look after you,” he looked down at me and I closed my eyes as my orgasm approached; his fingers working the nerves in my bell-end so I could no longer control myself. “You would become my pretty infant son at weekends and, well, whenever I need you to be a sweet, defenceless, innocent baby.” He stopped his long slow massage. “What do you think? Is it something you might like to… experience?” ~ At that moment I was on the verge of coming and desperately needed him to continue. In my longing I would have agreed anything if only he’d finish me off. He was waiting for a response and, with my dick in his hand I knew there was only one answer I could have given. My heart was pounding with desire. I knew I was agreeing to something but wasn’t that aware of what it was. However, a shiver of craving and a desperate need to come led my thoughts. “Yes.” I breathed. “Anything.” My desire for that orgasm had consumed every other sensible feeling in my body. I just needed to come and with this man holding my cock I was his puppet as he softly stroked it. He smiled and bent down and kissed the tip of my leaking penis. “You’re such a good boy.” His tongue lapped across my piss slit and I could feel my balls bubbling. I was shaking with pure unadulterated lust. This was my first sexual experience with another person, with another man, and I was caught up in the sheer sexy moment. Every nerve in my body was tingling in anticipation and I desperately wanted to drag this hulk of a man on top of me and explode. I wriggled and panted breathlessly as he took a firm hold of my cock. His hot moist mouth covered it and in a couple of smooth silky motions up and down its shaft I did just that. My naked body arched, a mixture of intense sensations gripped every fibre as I shot stream after stream down his throat, his tongue tickling and enticing the nerves at its end, engraving the moment in my mind forever. ~ After I came, there was no pretending; I was in shock, feeling guilty, possibly ashamed and wondering what had just happened and why? What had I done? What signals had I sent out and… my mind was trying to deal with it all. He was smiling and full of praise for me, telling me what a sweet, clever baby I was. Once he’d finished with the praise I think he noticed my shocked and hurt look but he just told me I could go far in the company… if I kept my mouth shut… and my mind open. I also realised that I was now the guardian of a secret but one I had no power to use. I was an office junior and he was the boss, who on Earth would believe me if I told anyone what had happened? ~ My exposed young body was wreathed in sweat and my post-orgasm thoughts were now of embarrassment and shame. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do next so I lay there and let him make the decisions. Despite being unable to look him in the eye I could tell he was a very happy man. “Well done little fella.” He ruffled my hair. “I think you’ll be an ideal playmate but,” he looked at his watch, “it’s time to get you back.” I tried to raise myself up but he just told me to lie still and he’d see to everything. He went around the room collecting various containers and bits and bobs of other things before returning to my visibly shaking naked body. First he used a very soft towel to wipe away all the sweat, followed by some wet wipes that were cool and smelled of menthol. The icy wipe was quite effective as he paid particular attention to my cock and I began to get hard again. He smiled but just shook his head as if to say that the fun was over for the day. He spread lotion around and sprinkled powder before slipping a soft, plastic disposable under my bottom. I wanted to complain. I wasn’t a baby and I wasn’t up for this type of embarrassment but before these thoughts had formed in my head and able to speak, he already had me secured. He held up a couple of pairs of plastic pants wondering which would suit me best. I was still too stunned to pass a comment as he slipped a thick crinkly white pair up and over the bulky diaper. He helped me to my feet. “There,” he said with some pride, “the beginning of… of a new life for us both.” ~ He stood admiring his work for a few seconds. “That’s how I always want to see you dressed.” He picked up my clothes and gave me my shirt and trousers to put back on - my underwear was nowhere to be seen. The loud crinkle from the plastic pants I found unnerving as I pulled my trousers over the thick padding. I could hardly get the zip or button to fasten as I struggled to get them to fit. In the end I had to give up and leave them open as I pulled on my shirt and jacket, socks and shoes. He drove me home and apart from saying that I was to wear a diaper to work in future nothing much else was said. It felt really strange having such a thing between my legs and I was wriggling around in his car seat trying to get comfortable. He was all smiles when he said that I’d get used to it but my mind was now wondering just what I’d got myself into. Mr Wojciechowski seemed very happy and in truth, despite the diaper, I’d enjoyed what we’d done. It was intense and because my first time had been with someone more experienced, it was brilliant. I was still shaking, that’s how good it was. However, now we’d shared such an event I was sure, once he got to know me better; I could change his mind about the disposable and all that baby stuff. I was beginning to feel quite smug that I had got a boss as a ‘boyfriend’ and that we’d be having an ‘affair’ in the office and nobody would be any the wiser. I began to smile to myself about how fantastic this might be for me… and my career. ~ As I got out of the car he passed me a small canvas bag and said it was my uniform and he expected me to wear it in the office the following day. I had no idea what it was but smiled my thanks and said I’d see him in the morning. He smiled back and said he couldn’t wait. My body trembled in expectation. So, as I waddled into the house, mum was waiting wanting to know why I was late. I honestly told her that I was working on an exciting new project with one of the bosses and that I was sure it would be terrific for my future prospects with the firm. Mum was so pleased she hugged me tightly. I suddenly remembered I had thick padding underneath and quickly pulled away and said I needed to change. She was so full of pride she beamed her love across the kitchen. “You’ve got everything you need to go far Charlie, the looks, the sense and that natural friendly ability… I’m sure you’ll be a huge success sweetheart.” “Thanks mum.” I hope you’re right. I got to my bedroom and shucked off my suit. The plastic pants crinkled louder and I just hoped mum hadn’t noticed the sound as she hugged me, if she did she hadn’t said. I looked in the mirror and the bulge seemed so stupid, I shrugged and thought - if this is what it takes to get on in the world… well… I was sure others had had to do worse. Besides, I was convinced that Mr Wojciechowski, despite his weird little ‘stress reliever’, would soon be only interested in having wild and frequent sex with his ‘sweet little Executive Toy’ and would forget all about his ‘nursery element.’ * tbc

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Part 2 I checked the canvas bag apprehensively: It contained a pack of disposables, a pack of super absorbent pads, a canister of baby powder and two pairs of plastic pants; one pink and frilly, the other see-thru and noisy. I shook my head in disbelief… my ‘uniform’? When did he envisage me wearing this I wondered and hoped he didn’t expect me to turn up to the office dressed only in what I’d spread out on my duvet. Mum was calling me down for dinner so I quickly slipped out of my diaper and into a pair of joggers then bundled the lot under my bed and thought I’d sort it out later. ~ Later, when I went to bed, all I could think about was SEX. Yes, I’m afraid my mind raced and replayed over and over again what had happened and, as I relived every action and reaction, my body replied with copious amounts of sticky fluid that flowed from my cock like a broken faucet. My PJs were a mess and I should have worn the diaper that Mr Wojciechowski had put me in; it would have saved all the washing that now needed doing. Eventually I fell asleep drained and messy but thrilled about this new, no-longer-a-virgin, version of me. Weirdly, and perhaps under the circumstances stupidly, I felt I had made some kind of step into adulthood and I was quite pleased with myself. The following morning, after I’d showered, I got dressed and unthinking just slipped into a pair of briefs. I was about to put on my work suit when I suddenly remembered I had an obligation and I thought - what if he checks me in the office? For some reason I didn’t want to disappoint him or put my new ‘relationship’ in jeopardy. I’d spent the night excited whilst thinking things over and had come to the conclusion that this might be a bit of an adventure. I was convinced it was really a sexual adventure and one I was OK with, even if it resulted with him making me wear something I wasn’t sure about. I’d also come to the conclusion, no matter how obliquely, I was now his boyfriend, although the diaper stuff I’d convinced myself was just a passing fancy of his and I could change all that with time. However, I slipped off my briefs, retrieved the pack of disposables and then noticed the note taped to the side of the pack. Daily Instruction Wash and apply plenty of baby powder One disposable, two pads and your choice of plastic pants. Inspection in my office at 10am sharp. Penalties for not complying. I was relieved I’d seen this in time and hadn’t thought to do my own thing. I’d committed, albeit reluctantly, to do as he requested so here was the proof he wanted me to acquiesce to his ‘babying’ demands… I thought I could cope… after all… I had my career to think about… didn’t I? I taped myself in and once again thought how ungainly the feeling was. The see-thru plastic pants were incredibly crinkly and made a lot of noise so I opted for the more malleable, if slightly sissy, frilly pink pair. Although fairly confident, I didn’t dare fail at my first inspection so complied completely with what I’d been instructed to wear. Cramming in the two pads made the entire thing quite unwieldly but once held in pace by the plastic pants I hoped it wouldn’t be too visible. I wore a looser fitting suit that I hoped would hide most of that extra padding but it didn’t stop me feeling the bulk between my legs with each step. It was awkward and I had to slightly change the way I walked but at least the loud crinkle wasn’t there, just a soft rustle as I moved. I hadn’t seen Mr Wojciechowski but still presented myself at his office at 10am and mentioned to his secretary, Miss Thorpe, he’d said the day before he wanted to see me. She replied it would have to wait as he was in a meeting but was there anything she could do to help. I gulped at the notion of her carrying out the inspection and how embarrassing that would be but, there again, I didn’t know what, if anything, she knew about her boss’s little peccadillos, though thought better than to say anything. ~ He didn’t return in the afternoon and I hated the fact that my diaper was bunching up and making me feel quite uncomfortable. One or two of the guys I worked with mentioned the fact that I was wriggling in my seat and smelled of talcum powder - they were of the opinion I must have contracted some deadly, infectious itch from a girlfriend. I knew they were only kidding but I suddenly thought that they assumed I was straight. I smiled knowingly and raised my eyebrows as if to say “Don’t you know it?” and hoped this would deflect any thoughts about my relationship with the boss. For the next couple of days I still wondered up to his door 10am wearing what I’d been instructed to wear but each time was told he was out. I began to get a bit moody around the office but couldn’t tell anyone why. A little resentment quickly slipped into my thinking. I was angry because I was keeping my uncomfortable side of the bargain and he wasn’t. In retrospect, he hadn’t… well… he was the boss and I would have to wait on his availability, I was in no position to rush him… but still? I was also in denial about what had happened. Well, perhaps not denial but the lack of him being around and any continuation of physical contact I found frustrating even though my padded arse, and surprisingly regular stiff cock, were permanent reminders as to what exactly had taken place… it played on my mind so my office work suffered. I got a warning from my manager to buck my ideas up and when Mr Wojciechowski did return to the office I partly dreaded him asking me to go on another site inspection. However, businesswise, I could see there was something drastic going on as the entire place was working hard to meet some sudden targets, so intense was the workload we hardly got time to chat or have breaks. ~ On the third day I arrived at his office at ten and he was there. I’m not sure if it was relief or dread but I was desperate to prove I’d done all he requested. As I entered his room he smiled. “Mmmmmmmm, the smell of baby powder... my favourite.” He whispered sort of conspiratorially. He invited me over to the side of his desk then ran his hand down the front of my trousers; the bulky outline of the diaper seemed more pronounced under his inspection. Next he stroked my bum, felt the padding, smiled and told me what a “good obedient baby” I was. He then enquired if I was using them properly. I wasn’t sure what he meant but he saw my confusion and elaborated. “The next time I want you wet.” I was startled at this new demand. “I want to know you are using them for what they are intended for, I want my little boy to be happy about wetting his diaper and that daddy will take care of everything.” Daddy? This was the first time the word drew my attention but the main point was I couldn’t believe he wanted me to use the damn diaper; after all it wasn’t hygienic… was it? “Are you wearing them all the time?” He smiled hopefully. “Er, travelling to and from work and while I’m here… I…” “Do you wear them to bed?” His voice turned more serious. “Er, no, I, er,” “You need to wear them for everything, all the time. I want to know my boy is well protected.” He said with fatherly concern. The problem I now had was that I wanted something more. I wanted the sex I’d experienced to happen on a daily basis. Just thinking about it was leaving the diaper slick with pre-cum. I wanted him to do things to me that at the moment I could only wonder about. I wanted his firm, older, more seasoned and well-maintained body doing things to me that I’d read about online. I wanted hard, uncontrolled SEX! “But, but…” Before I had chance to complain, explain or say anything his phone rang and I was dismissed. As I was about to close the door behind me he ordered “Wet! Come and see me again at two and you need to be wet.” And that was the end of any discussion. I really didn’t like the idea of wetting myself. What if it was obvious? What if I leaked in to my pants? What if… well there seemed to be quite a few reasons not to but he said I had to and he was my boss… my ‘Daddy’? ~ Later I locked myself in the cubicle and dropped my trousers; the cumbersome diaper looked huge now it was without any covering except the pink plastic panties. In the scant privacy the stall offered I hoped I could force myself to pee and the only positive I could see was it would mean that at least I could check for any ‘problems’. I pulled down the plastic protection and examined the diaper more carefully - my hand slowly sliding around the soft silky material, poking the tapes and leg-holes to make sure everything was tightly held in place. Even though I was desperate to piss I just couldn’t make myself go. My plastic pants were around my ankles so I tried to rub and encourage my cock to respond through the thick white fabric. I could hardly feel it but strangely enough, the padding looked solid enough to take any amount of pee and as I stroked the sexless, bulging front I felt myself relax for the very first time. Unexpectedly I felt a spurt. I was shocked, especially as it was followed by a full flow, which I desperately wanted to stop but couldn’t. A minute later with my diaper full I couldn’t believe the warming influence my pissy protection was giving. It felt snug, it felt comforting but I was worried it might overflow because I’d pissed so much. I swiftly pulled up my plastic pants - the tight cuffs around my waist and legs made me feel leak-proof. I waited a couple more minutes to make sure I couldn’t feel any trickles and all seemed well contained. I returned to my desk wondering if anyone could tell what I’d just done in my pants. Although I felt guilty I was also giggling to myself at doing such a babyish thing and being in a public place wearing a soaked diaper. However, the computer screen was flashing an urgent memo and I had to get back to work. ~ Perhaps strangely, now my diaper was full and it had soaked up so much liquid, it didn’t feel quite as uncomfortable to wear. There was definitely a change in the overall character that was now resting wetly in my pants but one I surprisingly liked. I wasn’t sure if I should but it felt fantastic and I began to wriggle contentedly in my seat. At two I knocked on Mr Wojciechowski door. Miss Thorpe was still out at a late lunch so I didn’t have to deal with anyone else. I stood in front of him and he slipped his hand down the back of my trousers. Access wasn’t easy so he told me to drop them; I did as I was told. The thick drooping diaper had expanded to quite a size and the pink plastic pants had grown with it. With my trousers around my ankles my shirt hardly covered the soggy mass between my legs and I trembled under his inspection. “Good boy.” He said, sliding his hands in appreciation over the frills of my sissy plastic pants. He patted my wet padded bottom as if determining the bulk. “How are you feeling?” He spoke quietly as he set about checking the soaked pads, opening then refastening the tapes. Even though I felt silly standing there with my trousers down I had to nod and say I was OK. “Good, good. Pull up your pants and go back to your desk.” He saw me hesitate. “Stay behind after work and I’ll change you then. In the meantime, I’m sure there is plenty more absorbency left, so don’t worry, pee all you want.” He smiled and I could hear the return of Miss Thorpe talking to someone outside the office. I quickly dragged up my pants and fastened them as efficiently as I could before picking up a folder, thanking him loudly and excusing myself. His secretary gave me a questioning look as I exited but I think I was reasonably clothed so hoped not to arouse any suspicions. ~ When I got back to my desk I noticed that the workload there had increased proportionately to the size of my diaper… it was heavy. I needn’t have worried about anyone else noting my bulging trousers as we were all so inundated with new targets and special reports we hardly had time to grab a cup of coffee. In fact, the two other bosses were supervising the office, which made for a very intense atmosphere, and I don’t think anyone looked up from what they were engaged in. I have a confession: I sat at my desk and peed twice more into my soaked diaper and although there wasn’t gallons of the stuff I quite liked the sensation. The naughtiness of just doing it and no one else being any the wiser gave me a strange feeling of, superiority. No that’s the wrong word, satisfaction, yes that’s better, the satisfaction of not having to rush to the toilet. I was no longer a slave to my expanding bladder. Eventually it was home time and I grabbed a folder and reported to Miss Thorpe who was putting on her coat. “Just leave it on my desk,” she said nodding towards her pristine, clear and tidy work area. She checked her watch, “Mr Wojciechowski will now not be back until tomorrow.” I felt stupid, uncomfortable and annoyed. I gave no thought to the fact that the business was at ‘high alert’ and obviously something major was happening. I just thought about my soggy diaper and that I’d now have to wear it on the bus home. It was bad enough wearing a clean one but now, well, I was frustrated and angry with developments. The satisfaction I had about it only minutes earlier was now gone and I mumbled under my breath my dissatisfaction. Miss Thorpe held the door open for me as I collected my coat then she locked up as we left. I ambled off to the bus stop and she disappeared towards the car park. It had been promising it all day and eventually the heavens opened up and a huge deluge seemed to be mocking my wet and soggy diaper as I waited in the bus queue. In retrospect I know I should have chuckled at the stupidity of my situation and laughed off my soaked groin but at the time I was livid with the entire thing. Why should I wear a diaper? Why should I do what he wanted? Was he just out to make a fool of me? Was the sex that good to go through all this? Did I really want to be someone’s little baby? As I trudged/waddled the last few hundred yards to my house, soaked and indignant, I thought I’d had enough and without doubt… that would be the last time I wore a diaper for anyone. *** tbc

I like pooping in diapers. Briefs are okay, but I don't like washing them. I find the act most enjoyable - pushing one out, hearing and feeling the diaper fill up - and not the aftermath. I always change and shower quickly.

“Oh I just got held up, that’s all.” Kayla said looking at her sister. Taylor was very similar to Kayla with a few exceptions. She has a slightly lighter colour of hair than Kayla’s with it being a dirty blonde colour and similarly straight. She has light, green eyes which look like an icy green colour contrasting from Kayla’s icy blue colour. Taylor is half an inch taller than Kayla and has a similar body structure with a muscular, toned body as she is athletic. Taylor has the same porcelain skin as Kayla as well as a similar breast size with hers being only a tiny bit bigger and also a sight to see. She also gets high grades like her sister and has a very pleasant attitude as well like Kayla’s. Even though they are similar in a lot of ways, they are also different. This is what makes their bond with one another so strong. They are each other’s best friend. After all, who is better suited for that roll than family. They both have many friends at school, but they do everything with each other and share all their secrets with each other. “What did you get held up doing?” Taylor asked. “Just school stuff.” She responded “Oookay then.” Taylor said. “What’s that smell you brought in the car?” Taylor asked Kayla then remembered the smell of the baby powder and diaper. It hasn’t gone away one bit since the diaper was put on her. She tried to act casual and play it off as if she didn’t smell anything. “I don’t smell anything.” “It smells like…baby powder.” Taylor said confused. “Is it coming from you?” Taylor asked. “Maybe.” Kayla said starting to blush. Taylor now knew that the smell was indeed coming from Kayla so she followed up with a question to try and not embarrass her as much. “Where is it coming from?” Taylor asked. “You PROMISE, you won’t laugh? Kayla asked. “I promise.” Taylor said. “Well, it all started in science class last period when we were doing a science experiment. About half way through the class, a kid named Steven Simon tripped on the leg of a chair. In doing so, he reached forward to cushion his fall on our table we were working at. But in doing so, he knocked over a solution which contained water with a yellow chemical in it that tinted the whole solution a slight colour of yellow.” “Like pee?” Taylor interrupted. “Yep. What are the odds? So, I was sent to the nurse’s office to use the laundry machine because there was a class in the home ech room. I knocked on the door and the nurse told me to put my stuff on the chair and climb on the medical bed so I did. She then told me to take off my wet clothes and I did after further question but she also told me I had to take of my PANTIES. She said if I didn’t that I would be suspended so I ended up taking them of and giving them to her.” “Just like that?” “Just like that. After shuffling around a bit she came out with…a diaper and…” “A DIAPER?” “Yes, a diaper and keep your voice down. So, anyways, I debated but she brought back up the suspension and you know I can’t risk anything on my permanent record, so, I complied. Anyways. The first one didn’t fit so I was outraged and threw a bit of a fit because of the unfairness of the whole situation, but, she just kept on bring back the suspension to the point I couldn’t even talk now. So I was forced to do what she wanted. Except the next time, she brought out the thickest, bulkiest disposable adult diaper known to mankind which was also a size up. She said a medium would have fit me just fine in this brand but apparently I had to be punished.” “Punished?” “Yep. She put me in the thickest, most bulky, most absorbent diaper ever to exist which also has animals on it that belonged on a baby diaper. AND, she also brought out a maximum absorbency booster pad just to add extra thickness. The booster pad was the size of the other diaper entirely. “Sounds cruel.” “Oh it was. And she powdered me everywhere in my lower area hence the smell, as well as having the torture of being diapered in itself. And that’s what that smell comes from.” “What does the diaper look like? Show me?” “Really?” “Yah, there’s no harm in showing it.” “Fine, just not here. When we get home, okay?” Kayla said embaressed. “Okay.” Taylor then pulled out of the parking lot as they listened to music on Kayla’s playlist, while exiting the parking lot. “So, what else happened today?” Taylor asked. “Not much of consequence.” “Kayla and Taylor drove home the fifteen minute car ride with minor conversation, but mostly listening to the music. Taylor pulled up onto the freshly shoveled drive way of their luxurious bungalow and parked it on the large driveway. Kayla’s and Taylor’s parents were fairly wealthy so they bought an expensive property which costs around a million dollars. Kayla’s and Taylor’s dad owns an engineering company while their mom is a court judge. Overall, they make a good living. Because of their jobs however, this means they get home well after Kayla and Taylor with their mom, Charyse getting home at around seven thirty to eight and their dad, Steven, getting home around eight thirty to nine. This means, that Kayla and Taylor have the house to themselves for a majority of the time when they get home after school. They see their mom leave in the morning, but not their dad. Kayla’s and Taylor’s dad gets up early in the morning to attend his responsibilities that come with owning a company. The house consists of a large driveway with one double garage and one single garage which is located on the left side when you are facing directly at the house. It has a large porch which enters to a modern, contemporary open concept design space on the inside. Kayla’s and Taylor’s bedrooms are in the basement which is also modern and contemporary except with a cozier feel and warmer colours. Kayla and Taylor have their own full size connecting bathroom which has a functional shower, bathtub, toilet and a double sink not even mentioning the adamants and beauty of the room. They also have the main basement bathroom if one of them is occupying theirs. There is also a built in bar and large entertaining area in the basement. On the upstairs floor, are your usual house rooms such as a kitchen, family room, dining room and bathroom. On the upstairs floor is also their parent’s bedroom room with the on suite bathroom and guest bedroom. Also, there is an office with a desktop computer that has three monitors and a few other goodies. In the backyard is a large pool surrounded by a flagstone patio which a large deck exiting the house is connected to. The backyard pool is not currently useable however due to the weather. The backyard in the summer is decorated with a couch, two outside dining tables, a few patio chairs and beds and a few other things. Kayla opened the door on her side of the car and climbed out of it shutting the door behind her. When climbing out, she could hear her diaper crinkle slightly under her clothes. Now that her thoughts were more clear, Kayla realized that the sweats muffled the crinkling quite a bit. That didn’t mean she couldn’t hear the crinkle entirely as it was quite loud. Kayla got her bag and book out of the back seat which seemed a little heavier than normal. Taylor then got out of the car on her side and the two headed towards the front door after Taylor grabbed her things from the back, locking the car behind her. Taylor used her house key to unlock the door and she followed up on turning the alarm off. Kayla walked inside and took off her shoes before proceeding to the kitchen, followed by her sister Taylor, to sit down. “Wow, that thing sure is loud when there is no other noise.” Taylor exclaimed hearing the crinkling of Kayla’s diaper. “You don’t say.” Kayla replied starting to blush. “So?” Taylor asked waiting for a predetermined response. “So what?” Kayla said knowing where Taylor is going with this. “Aren’t you going to show me your…undergarnment?” Taylor said being careful on her choice of words. “You mean…Diaper.” Kayla said shying away. “Well…yah…You did say you would show it to me at home. And…besides. I am the most trustworthy person you know.” “Yah…well…I know but…it’s just really embarrassing to be put in a diaper for something I didn’t do!” Kayla said blushing even more. “Come on…Surely it can’t be that bad.” She said trying to cheer her sister up. “I can’t even fully touch my knees together due to the bulk and thickness of it…Not to mention, how wide and tall the padding is. It goes up past my belly button which I’m pretty sure means that it is too big. Then again, she put me in a thick booster pad as well. Like…Fuck. “Cheer up Kayla.” It’ll be fine.” “You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” “I am determined.” she said with a smile to try and cheer her up.” “Fine.” Kayla said starting to become more comfortable due to her sisters warm personality “But…we are doing this downstairs…just in case.” She said getting off of her seat.” “Done.” Taylor said with a slight grin with her sister’s choice to comply. Taylor and Kayla headed downstairs where they went into Kayla’s room. It was a large room, same as Taylors, which has a television attached to the wall, a king sized bed with a bedside table containing a lap on one of the sides, a large closet built into the room, a few other wardrobe pieces and much more. She and her sister keep their rooms clean because they are organized people. Kayla set her bag on her bed for now while Taylor put hers in her room, before meeting with Kayla in her room. Taylor could see the diaper imprint pretty easily through the sweats, but she decided not to mention anything “Well!” Taylor said cheerfully. Kayla took a deep sigh. She pulled down her hoodie as far as she could. She then removed her sweats slowly bending down trying to cover the diaper as much as possible but a large portion still slicked out due to the bulk. She then took of her sweater turning of her sweater still bent down while closing her eyes. When her sweater was fully off, she put it on the floor with the sweats. She then took a deep breath and stood up to show Taylor the protective undergarment. Taylor just stood there with her eyes wide open in disbelief what she was seeing. Her fifteen year old, high achieving, younger sister wearing a thick, disposable, adult diaper with animal printings all over that did indeed was large. It was nothing like the thin diapers you see in ads. It was the real deal. It looked “Uh…see…uh…it’s not so bad.” Taylor said still bewildered. “Riiiiiigggghhht.” Kayla said blushing immensely. “That’s why you got lost in your own words.” “It’s just so…big and…Thick and…Bulky. “Hmm. Just kill me now.” Kayla said jokingly trying to shine some light on the situation. “What does the back look like?” Taylor said wondering. Kayla turned around crinkling louder than before due to her lack of sweats, to reveal the thick, padded, seat of the diaper on her back side.” “Wow…The back is really, thick and really wide and really tall. It goes up further on your back then it does on the front part by quite a bit.” Taylor said not believing what she was witnessing. Kayla turned back around to face Taylor. “Great. This is technically underwear except, it’s a portable washroom that I SHOULDN’T be wearing.” “You know, it doesn’t look that bad.” Taylor said to her sister out of honesty. “So it’s the new fashion statement then?” Kayla said sitting on her bed. “You know, it kind of looks cute on you.” “Cute?” Kayla said with a face as if she was going to burst into a hysterical laughter. “In a…Childish short of way…yah. It actually looks kind of good on you. “Would you, where one of these?” Kayla said turning to her bag. “Uhhhhh…Maybe.” Taylor said uncertainly.” “Really?” Kayla said with a doubtful yet serene and joyful expression despite the current events. “You know what…You never know. I would wear one but...I don’t…need to and a…we don’t have any.” She said confident in her response. “Whatever.” Kayla said looking at Taylor with a bit of a smile. “I’m just going to change into panties after putting my book in my backpack.” Kayla then turned back to her bag and unzipped it so she could put her book inside. When she unzipped it however, there was a surprise in it rather than just her binder. “Taylor.” Kayla said with a large smile on her face to her sister whom was zoned out in thought. “Remember how you said just a few seconds ago, that you would wear a…diaper.” “Yaaaaaaahhhhh.” Taylor said not knowing where Kayla was heading. “Well.” Kayla began. “I unzipped my bag to put my book back in it and I found a bit of a surprise.” Kayla said pulling something out from her back. Taylor looked at what Kayla was pulling out of her back and her eyes grew wide. Her sister has just pulled out three of the same diapers she was wearing, in the exact same size. Taylor was stunned. “It seems like the front pouch also has something in it.” Kayla said letting her curiosity get the better of her. Kayla opened the pouch and pulled out three of the exact same booster pad that is in her diaper, in the exact same size, as well as a small bottle of talcum powder. “It seems like you get to where a diaper after all.” Taylor stood there frozen. “But…Why…But...Why” Taylor said was baffled on the whole situation. “The nurse must have put them in when I wasn’t looking.” “Now, I am going to take my diaper off, and then, we can get yours on.” She said jokingly. “No but seriously, I am going to take this thing off. You did say you would where a diaper you know. Are you gonna go through on your word?” Kayla asked curiously. “I…I…Will where one.” Taylor said unconfidently. Kayla looked at her with a face of shock. “If…You stay in yours.” “Noooooo way.” Kayla said denying her proposal. “Nu uh.” “Why not?” Taylor Asked. “It’s…It’s a diaper.” “So. We do a lot of things that doesn’t seem normal, but we do them. Like the time we tried skydiving. It’s not like it’s bad for you. It looks not bad on you either too. Like I said, you make it work. So, what do you say.” “I don’t know about this Taylor. I really, don’t want to where a baby, garment” “Oh come on, it will be interesting.” “You won’t stop bothering me even if I take this thing off, will you.” “Probably not.” Taylor said with a slight smirk. “At least tell me till what time I would have to stay in this thing tell.” “How about six thirty to seven.” “THAT LATE!” “That’s just a little while before mum gets home.” “Yah…So.” “So?” “It will be fine and… It wont’t be that band and…and maybe even…I don’t know…something.” Kayla took a deep breath. “Fine.” Kayla said giving in. “You know that means I, am going to have to diaper you, right.” “Come again?” Taylor said caught off guard. “Well obviously, how did you expect to get it on? I watched the nurse as…She forcefully put it on me because I wanted to make sure she didn’t do anything…She wasn’t supposed to.” “Well, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before such as the times one of us was changing or showering but, this will be…embarrassing.” “Sooo, you wanna call this whole thing off?” Kayla said waiting for a response. “No. Let’s do it.” “Reaaaaally?” “Yeeeep?” “Uhh. Fine. For the record I’m not happy about this. “I can tell.” “Well okay then. Let’s get started. I’ll lay the diaper on…umm…I guess the ground while you get your bottom undressed.” Kayla said becoming more comfortable taking about the situation. “Undressed Right now?” Taylor asked. “Yeeeeeesss. Isn’t that what I just said?” “Okay.” Taylor said nervously, unsure of what was to come. As Taylor began to pull down her leggings in a slow manner, Kayla grabbed one folded diaper off of the bed and laid it on the ground. Kayla then unfolded the diaper and she spread it flat which revealed the true thickness of it before proceeding to get the large booster pad. She then grabbed one of the booster pads and laid it perfectly in the diaper making it the same layout as her diaper. Taylor had just finished taking of her legging tights, when Kayla had finished getting the diaper ready. “Panties too.” Kayla said with a slight grin of her sister’s discomfort. Taylor took a deep breath before taking off her panties slowly. When she had takin off her thong, Taylor started to blush immensely. She had also took off her socks because they were at home and not needed. “Good thing you are clean shaven down there because the nurse said, pubic hair does something when wearing…This thing, but I can’t remember what.” Taylor turned a deeper shade of red. “Now what?” Taylor asked. “Now, you sit on the diaper.” Kayla said. As Taylor lie down on the diaper, Kayla quickly looked up how to do a thorough diapering job for “older people” on her phone. She looked through the steps so she had additional knowledge to diaper her sister from what she observed the nurse doing. “First, we need to powder you so you don’t get a diaper rash.” “A Diaper rash?” Taylor said still blushing. “Yes a diaper rash.” Kayla said as she opened the bottle of talcum powder. “How do you even get a diaper rash?” Taylor fearfully said. “Not too sure, but I am sure, this…talcum powder will help prevent it. Unless…You want to call off this whole thing.” “ummm..uhhh. No? No. I’m good.” “Really? Okaaay. If you say so.” Kayla said a bit depressed. Now, spread your legs a bit while I sprinkle this on you.” Taylor complied as Kayla sprinkled talcum powder all over her neither regions. “Lift your bum into the air.” Kayla ordered the sheepish Taylor. Taylor lifted her bum into the air to where Kayla grabbed both of her legs with one hand, pushing them back so she could continue to apply baby powder to Taylor. Kayla powdered her ass as best as she could and then she powdered the seat of the diaper to a degree just as the nurse did with her. Kayla lowered Taylor’s legs to where her bum was back on the diaper. “Spread your legs apart again.” Kayla commanded as she was currently in authority. “A bit wider.” She said to Taylor whose heart was racing at full speed from embarrassment. Kayla then lifted the front part of the diaper and booster pad up and over Taylors body and in-between her legs, to where the diaper went far past her bellybutton just like Kayla’s diaper. Taylor’s legs were significantly wide, but she could feel the diapers padding on her inner thighs despite this. Kayla then aligned the front and back of the diaper before proceeding to taping the diaper. Kayla started on the tapes, taping the first bottom tape, Followed by the second bottom tape, then the top tapes. She then played around with the diaper a bit making sure it fit snuggly and well to her body. Kayla had done more than a perfect job on taping Taylor’s diaper to her body. “Well. I’m finally done.” Kayla said satisfied with her work yet disappointed in the whole predicament for happening in the first place. “So…?” Kayla asked. Taylor closed her legs as best as she could from her lying position which showed her how thick and bulky the diaper with the booster pad in it truly is. She, like Kayla could not get her knees to touch no matter how hard she attempted to. “It’s a lot…Thicker and bulkier than I imagined. It’s really…soft though.” Taylor said with still more to explore of this alien undergarment. Taylor attempted to stand up with the help of just one hand, but she failed due to the diaper’s bulk and she fell back on her bum. The diaper however cushioned her fall, to where she attempted to get up again with the balance of two hands this time. Taylor stood up to where she was standing in the middle of Kayla’s room, in just a diaper and her burgundy crop top. The thought of this made her blush even though her sister was in the room with her in just a crop top and adult diaper. Taylor looked down at the large diaper she was wearing and she observed the width, height and thickness of the padding along with the babyish animal designs. She couldn’t believe how far the diaper went up her stomach. The padding was immensely thick up until the very top. She started to walk over to Kayla’s full length, body mirror, but she stopped due to the diaper pushing her legs out as she walked as well as the loud crinkling. “Catches you off guard right?” “Uhh, yah. It’s surprising.” Taylor said unsure of the situation. Taylor made her way to the mirror waddling more than walking to see herself full length in padding, for the first time. She observed every detail about the diaper on the front before turning around to look at her rear. The diaper was just as thick on the back with a large seat covering the whole of her back side. She also noticed how the back of the diaper went up higher on her back, than the front part of the diaper did on her front. “Sure is long and wide not to mention thick and bulky.” She said still looking at herself. “You know.” Kayla said. “You do like kind of cute in that… thing. In a kind of childish way” Kayla said to her older sister. “See. I told you.” Taylor said with a bit off a smile. “It’s not so bad, is it?” Taylor’s face was back to normal colour and instead of feeling embarrassed about the diaper, she started to admire herself in it. The way the diaper hugged her beautiful curves and poofed out from her body, she thought was a good look on herself. She however would tell nobody that, especially the fact that she even wore a diaper, except for her sister. She likes how soft and comforting it feels on her body. She thought she looked especially sexy in it. She also thought her sister looked cute in it and that it complemented her hard worked for body. “Can I please take it off now,” Kayla pleaded. “Nah. Remember the deal.” “Yah I remember, but I didn’t really care for it to much in the first place. “It will be fine.” Taylor said reassuring her sister.” It’s not like you will have to where it every day, right?” “I guess so?” Kayla said complying with her sister. “I don’t have any homework today, mainly due to the fact it’s almost Christmas break. Do you?” Taylor asked. “No.” Kayla replied.” “Wanna cook something to eat then watch a Christmas movie together.” “Sure.” Kayla said back to her usual personality now that everything is sorted out. “Am I allowed to put on my sweats first at least?” Kayla asked Taylor. “Umm…Uhh. Why don’t we keep them off for now and see how things go?” “Okay. Only if you say so.” The two then went upstairs to cook a meal after putting their laundry in their hampers located in their closets. Kayla threw in her socks, leaving her sweats folded on her bed for later just in case while Taylor threw in her panties, socks and sweats in her hamper because she decided that she would just have a shower later instead. Kayla and Taylor met upstairs in their large, contemporary kitchen where they decided they would eat chicken with steamed vegetables and brown rice. They got to work on the meal right away not hesitating to make it. Their diapers crinkled with every step but they were so focused that it didn’t bother them. The diaper almost wasn’t even there, except for the bulk and thickness causing some trouble. Eventually the meal was ready with them having two chicken breasts each, two servings of brown rice, steamed green beans, as well as a garden salad. The two ate fairly quickly but still held a conversation. “The chicken tastes very good.” Kayla said acknowledging their combined culinary skills. “It’s not just the chicken. Everything tastes amazing. Perfection is of the essence.” Taylor said with a smile whilst Kayla was taking a large sip of water. “This isn’t going to take a long time to eat.” Kayla said. “Yah. Sooo…What do you think about the…” “Diaper.” Kayla stepped in. “Yah. That.” “Well. It’s definitely hard walking and getting used to the thickness and bulk. The crinkling also was embarrassing initially after catching you off guard, but now, it’s just a crinkle. Nothing you can do about it except, excepting it. Overall however. In a strange way…it’s kind of comforting. “Comforting.” Taylor questioned unsuspected her sister to say that. “Yah, comforting. The padding is really soft and cozy and the way it hugs your body. Yah. It kinda is comfortable. The feeling off not being able to close your legs is also interesting. Don’t get me wrong though. I still want to get out of this monstrosity right now. “Well. It’s only four, forty-five, so you are going to have to wait a bit.” “Yah. I know. And you asked me how I feel, but, how do you feel.” Kayla asked wondering about Taylor’s take on this. “I don’t know. Same as you I guess. It seems, comforting. It also seems…calming, just because of its presence. Just me knowing it’s there for some reason makes everything seem…I don’t know.” “Yah. I know what you mean.” Kayla responded to her sister. “It does make you feel calm after all of your paranoia and initial embarrassment is gone.” Kayla said taking her last bite of the meal. “Shall we clean up our dishes?” Taylor asked. “Yah. I’m done.” Kayla said complying. “I just need another glass or two of water. I’m dying to thirst.” With that, the two sisters started to clean up all of their dishes and cooking equipment while talking about things that happened throughout the day as well as what they want to do over Christmas break. Kayla and Taylor also drank more water while cleaning up to stay hydrated as you should consume a fair amount of water a day to keep your bodily systems clean. Kayla’s need to relieve herself built up to a point where she is becoming uncomfortable since she hasn’t gone to the washroom since before working out, where she consumed a large amount of water. Taylor on the other hand has just started to feel the effects of liquid entering her bladder since she went to the washroom in-between period four and five. “So. What movie do you want to watch?” Kayla asked. “Ummm. Doesn’t matter to me. Is there any movie you want to watch in specific?” Taylor asked in return. “How about…Home alone.” Kayla suggested. “The original one?” Taylor questioned. “Yah. The one that started the whole franchise.” Kayla smiled. With that, Kayla and Taylor grabbed some water bottles to bring downstairs with them along with a vegie platter that they can munch on throughout the movie. As their thick, diaper butts arrived downstairs; Kayla loaded up home alone on the family laptop, while Taylor switched the television to the right setting so that they could see the laptop screen on the large, high definition, television screen. Kayla pressed play on her laptop which played the movie on full screen on the television. Kayla laid down beside her sister on the couch as the movie started to play. As the movie was progressing, Kayla was starting to have to go pretty badly but she ignored it because she knew the deal. Eventually the movie was over and the vegie platter and water bottles were empty. Kayla attempted to move but her bladder was aching too much that the slightest movement caused her grief. The time was now close to seven which means the end of the diaper wearing deal. The only problem was that Kayla couldn’t move because of the pain. “Taylor. I need to go to the washroom urgently.” Kayla said in a serious tone “Well I guess it’s time to get out of these things.” “No but. You don’t understand. I can’t move a muscle or else my bladder hurts too much.” “Oh. Is there anything I can do?” Taylor asked empathetically. “Can you help me get to the washroom? Please?! It hurts. A lot!” “Okay.” Taylor said worried about her sister. “Here. Put your body wait on me to ease the pain.” Kayla did just that but they had to move quickly or Kayla would explode in her diaper. “It hurts.” Kayla groaned out of pain. “We are almost there.” Taylor assured her. Eventually, they got to their own washroom where Kayla sat on the toilet seat with her diaper. She tried urgently to get her tapes of but it seemed as if her hands didn’t work due to the pain. “Let me help.” Taylor said stepping in with her own bladder starting to feel full. Kayla would have probably been embarrassed if this was an ordinary situation, but it was no ordinary situation and she had bigger things to worry about. Taylor successfully removed all the tapes on Kayla’s diaper to where Kayla removed the diaper and booster pad from her body and started to release her urine in the toilet. The urine flowed like a waterfall. She let out a sigh of relief as she began to urinate in the toilet. Taylor seeing this realized how badly she has to go herself. Taylor feeling her bladder in need of release headed to the main downstairs washroom, where she sat on the toilet and attempted to remove the tapes. She struggled while being upright so she laid on the floor and successfully removed them. She then sat back on the seat of the toilet and started to urinate. After the two girls were done urinating, they met back in Kayla’s room and discussed what happened. “How come you didn’t just tell me you had to go that bad?” Taylor asked in concern. “Because we had a deal and…I didn’t want to break.” Kayla said. “You know you could have just asked me. I would understand.” “I know.” Kayla said ashamed. “Well. Now that that is sorted out, what now? What are we gonna do with the diapers and other stuff?” “Ummm. I’ll figure something out.” Taylor said. “I’ll put in my room and deal with it after I have a shower.” “Okay.” Kayla acknowledged. “I’m going to have a shower now to. You can have our bedroom washroom since you panned on having one first.” “Thanks.” Taylor said with a smile. Kayla took care of her dirty clothes and grabbed everything she would need for her shower. Taylor did the same except right before she got in, she grabbed the diaper supplies and put it on her bed to deal with later. Taylor finished her shower before Kayla, and she was getting dressed when she heard the water to Kayla’s shower turn off, followed by the door to the house open. “I’m home.” Said a feminine voice. “Shit. Mom’s home.” Taylor said standing in the middle of the room in her matching, designer, lingerie bra and panties.” Even though Taylor’s door was closed, she had to hide the diapers and diaper supplies so that if her mom came downstairs she wouldn’t have to scramble to hide the items. “Looks like the diapers aren’t going anywhere for now.” Taylor thought to herself. Taylor got onto her knees and grabbed the two diapers and booster pads placing them deep under her bed. She then grabbed the baby powder putting it with the other supplies. Once Taylor hid the diapers, she opened the door to her room and jogged towards the main downstairs washroom in just her under garments. “Kayla.” She whispered from the other side of the door. Suddenly, the door opened. “Yah.” Kayla said in a towel covering her body. “Mom’s home!” She whispered again. “Fuck! This isn’t good.” Kayla responded. “Where did you put the…stuff.” “I hid it under my bed for now. I hid it so mom won’t find it. I mean, it’s not like I can just get this stuff necessarily past her.” “Yah, this is a problem. Let’s get dressed then, we will discuss what to do.” Kayla said noticing Taylor’s current state. “Okay.” Taylor complied The two separated to their rooms where Kayla finished drying off and got dressed while Taylor put on a baggy shirt and sweats to cover her panties and bra. When they were both done, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Hello.” A familiar voice said. Kayla and Taylor walked out of their rooms having no time to meet up. The girls walked to the main area of the stairs where they came face to face with a woman in her mid-forties. She has short, dark brown hair which went just past her shoulders. She stands about five feet, five inches and has brown eyes. She has very few wrinkles for her age and has a slim figure. The woman was dressed in a business suit with a knee length skirt to replace dress pants. “Hi mom.” Kayla said. Trying to sound as casual as possible. “Hey. I came to tell you something before I forget and that is, that your dad and I will be out of town from tomorrow morning till Thursday evening, in Calgary. So you and Kayla will have to watch the fort” Charyse said. “Okay.” Taylor said. “Anything else?” “Yes. I left one hundred and fifty dollars on the fridge to use while we are gone. Just don’t go crazy while we are gone.” “Yes mom.” The two sisters said in synchronization. “Okay. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” Their mom said.” They both nodded and their mother ascended back to the top floor. Kayla and Taylor headed back to Taylor’s room where they started to discuss the means of the situation at hand. “Where did you hide the diapers?” Kayla asked quietly. “I hid them under my bed.” Kayla responded. “What are you going to do with them?” “Nothing right now. Or at least until mom and dad leave tomorrow morning. I don’t want to take the risk of being caught.” “Understood.” “What are you going to do for the rest of the night?” “I don’t know. Read maybe. Do some other stuff.” “Well, hopefully tomorrow will go better.” Taylor said. “Let’s hope.” Kayla said ending the conversation. For the rest of the night, Kayla did some reading and some coding on her computer followed by watching an episode of Daredevil on Netflix while occasionally getting water or a snack like fruit. She has just started watching the series since she likes action and thriller shows. Daredevil is no exception. She had just finished watching the second episode when she decided to do her daily night time rituals such as brushing her teeth, flossing and using mouthwash for oral care among other things Kayla stripped so she was just in her sexy looking bra and panties folding her other clothing and putting it on the side. She then turned off the light and hopped into her bed falling asleep instantly from exhaustion from a long and stressful day. Taylor during the time that her and her sister departed read for a bit, as well as she furthered her learning on a three dimensional modeling program. Taylor also watched a show before going to bed called "Freaks and Geeks". She then did her night time rituals twenty minutes after Kayla, turned off her room lights and climbed into bed falling into a deep slumber.

Ooooohhh! Thay makes a lot more sense. For some reason I thought you meant you were an advocate for HIV & I was all like, "WHAT?" You're explanation makes a lot more sense.

Chapter 19 - History Class Caitlyn had cuffed you to her wrist with her toy pair of handcuffs since they obviously wouldn’t let her have the real thing. Nonetheless, she dragged you waddling and stumbling to keep up in your clunky schoolgirl flats and thick diaper. She yanks you to a halt in front of a classroom door giggling before making you practice your numbers and recite the numbers on the door behind your pacifier. “Good girl!” She patronizingly praises. “Now, you made it just in time to hear Mr. Lambert’s history class. I’ll be back to pick you up and take you to your next period since you silly little baby can’t be trusted.” She knocks obnoxiously before opening the door with a grandiose flourish, brandishing the key to your cuff to unlock it just like a sheriff from the old west. “Mr. Lambert your newest student, Y/N, got lost! But not to worry your friendly neighborhood hall monitor brought her back safely. She had a really stinky diaper that needed changing.” Mr. Lambert looks up from the textbook he was lecturing from in his hand, he was leaned casually against his front desk. He gives you and your tormentor both a calm pointed look over his reading glasses before removing them slowly. “Thank you, Caitlyn, but that does not give you permission to interrupt my class. Do you need to see me after to discuss why?” “N-No Mr. Lambert. I’m sorry for interrupting.” The hall monitor simpers and obviously had a few other enemies amongst the students in the class who giggle quietly to each other and exchanged looks. “Girls, girls...settle down.” He lightly taps his ruler making the class go silent with a fearful hush. “Thank you Caitlyn you are dismissed. Ms. Y/N please take a seat and open to Chapter 3. Are you aware of what it was that changed your kind’s status in society? Why you all mostly need to wear diapers and have constant care? Yes, that’s what I thought. That’s why you shouldn’t be late for class.” You sit silently, slightly lifted off the hard desk chair from the bulk of your diaper and open dutifully to Chapter 3. That’s when you see it. The picture of that day. * Electricity crackles in the air, everyone’s hairs stand on end with the visceral fear of an impending lightning strike. It was incessant and unbearable some spectators’ bladders simply released adding to the strange odors of mostly ozone and burning choking down everyone’s throats. The sky was blue, but a blue that no one had ever seen before electric, cobalt, like the blue of a poisonous frog or the ring on a deadly octopus. Many fell to their knees thinking this was the end. The more cynical and less devote popped bottles for a final toast, others panicked and looted, but it turns out it wasn’t the end days. It was a storm, and like all storms it passed. Life continued, but the power was awakened. * “Y/N, are you paying attention?” You’re startled back to the present, the classroom, the metal meshed windows of the reformatory, your soother sucked a little too hard so it let drool freely dribbling down your chin. “We’re waiting, little lady. Can you answer?” You’re not even able to guess so you give your head a little shake no. Your classmates shift in sympathy, their own diapers and potty training pants creating a soft symphony of rustles. “Front and center.” Mr. Lambert orders strangely quiet and gentle with his command, pointing to the floor in front of him, his foot taping. You rise from your desk, heart thrumming with fear of what this could mean. “No-no.” He corrects you. “What do little babies who can’t even pay attention in class do?” After a moment of hesitation you lower down onto your hands and knees and crawl to him. Mr. Lambert reaches into his desk drawer to pull out a little bottle to give it a shake. “I know just the thing to keep you from your immature daydreaming. Your naughty hiney needs some seasoning.” Kneeled at his feet, you feel the stretchy waistband of your diaper tugged back, and hear the bottle shaking, you feel little flakes fall inside. It was coarser then powder and smelled like a some sort of spice...Hot! A whine keens through your pacifier as the intense burn begins. You cringe forward presenting your bulky bottom up towards your teacher as you double over from the painful searing discomfort. “That’s right babygirl, I see your diaper’s very clean.” He rests his hand on the bulk of your diaper to tap and you nearly squeal. “Back to your desk now.” Panting and sweating you somehow manage to make it back, book picked up again, propped and shuddering in your hands as you frantically try to think of ways to make the burn stop! Dunking a bottle of milk? Would soaking your diaper intentionally for the second time today make it better or worse?! You suffer and shake and squirm waiting desperately for the bell to ring. Note: just having fun with this as always~ I have an idea growing for the next part, let me know of anything you’d like to see

Chapter 7 Downside Up Cracks ran through the window while the wind whistled through the hole at the center, one that was only covered by a piece of cardboard ever so lightly. The cold permeated the air, she felt down to her bones. Her teeth chittered and she hugged herself. As Su put the gel pack to her cheek she winced instinctively. The teenager looked up to Leslie, as she was kneeling before the younger girl. Su tried to smile as encouragingly as she could, yet Leslie found herself not strong enough to react. “At least it dulls the pain, right?” She ended most of her sentences in a question. Her first reaction after she'd gotten Leslie into the bathroom was to stand there and stare at the child in front of her, utterly at a loss at what she should do. Leslie mustn't have made it any easier, as through out the whole process of being bandaged up, she never managed to stop herself from crying. Where shoes had kicked her the bruises burned. Her stomach, her arms and legs, her face, even the pitiful remains of her pride, she felt like every single piece of her was broken apart now. Biting her lip slightly, feeling the burn of it too, she turned her eyes to the mirror in front of her, where a reflection stared back at her miserably. Paper towelettes were shoved up her nose, dyed in a dark red tone that implicated that the bleeding still had not stopped. She only felt a light pain to it, but that did not help matters at all. Aside from that, it was clear where the boot had come down on her cheek. The shirt Asad'd borrowed her was torn at the right sleeve, another wound bleeding on it. The sight just added to her want to cry once more. Aside from her name and some well-meaning comments, Su had given her very little information about herself. Looking at her without someone else threatening her, Su looked more distinctive than Leslie had originally thought. Her black hair she wore in a loose braid that hung from the shoulder and the dress she wore had long, slightly puffed sleeves. Well, aside from that, Leslie noticed easily how the girl's skin looked. There were no signs of acne, no scars, no anything. Even where she grabbed the knife there was no cut. It was the sort of skin most people would envy, so perfect it seemed. Leslie was more astounded by it than she would've loved to admit. She felt the gel pack press against her cheek again and once more she flinched as a stab of pain ran through. “On the plus side, they didn't break anything. So you'll be a-okay,” Su said with another awkward smile. Considering she was the first person today who wasn't cruel to her for cruelty's sake, that comment seemed more like a vile jape than friendly banter. Yet Leslie wasn't really feeling like shedding another tear. Lowering her eyes didn't help the matters. Not only were the wounds and bruises hurting, but red drops were splattered across the front of her shirt and the whole of her side was covered in dirt. Added to that, she felt a pressure buidling up inside of her. It made her at least proud that she didn't have any sorts of accidents throughout the whole ordeal, but dreaded the things to come. She breathed heavily, another sob escaped her. Her throat still hurt from all the crying she'd done until a few moments ago. “I fucked up,” she muttered quietly. “I really fucked up.” She felt like crying again, because by god, she shouldn't have left her home today. Yet, even though she kind of wanted to, her body seemed to have spent most its energy and all that remained was that sort of hollow feeling that didn't even blur out the pain. Her lips were quivering, still. “It's not your fault, kitten. Lars and his cohorts are just asshats who like to pick on kids who are littler than they,” Su answered, still holding the gel pack wrapped in a towel in her hand. It was clear to Leslie that she wanted to cheer her up a bit, but that didn't change the fact that Su was wrong. After all, wasn't all of this Leslie's fault? She had been the one who decided to go to the mall, to be at that toilet. She was the one who hadn't simply run away, the one who decided to follow and the one who insulted that boy. A shiver ran down her body, her sight got blurry, she felt herself shrink together. One second like that, the cold of snow and dirt still clinging to her, reminding her of just how horrible a day this had been. Arms wrapped themselves around her shoulders and hands started to stroke her back gently. “it's okay,” Su whispered into Leslie's ear. The warmth of her body broke through the cold she felt ike the usn's light through a cloudy sky. For the first second, the strange, unfamiliar sensation left Leslie almost in shock, with her first instinct to move backwards, to create some distance. Su held her close, however, and slowly but surely she was allowing herself to sink more and more into the hug. If she was being honest, it was weird having this sort of hug done by a younger person, one who tried to calm her, to make her feel safe. Yet the arms wrapped so easily around her and felt like they were a pretty good shield from whatever pain she did feel. “There, there,” Su said after a few moments and Leslie had to admit that having someone rub your back the way she did was extraordinarily calming. Even as Su opened her arms, Leslie, for some odd reason, remained close to her chest, eyes closed, sniffling pathetically. They remained like that for a moment, before Su decided to put one arm around her again and the other on her head, patting it. “Someone's quite affectionate, huh?” Su asked and Leslie found herself nodding. She wasn't quite sure why she got close to Su, but heavens, did she need the warmth right now. In all honesty, this must've been how changelings in My Little Pony felt when they fed on the love of others. It was so rejuvenating, so sublime. That the cloth of Su's dress felt quite comfortable too only added to her need to stay close to the teenager. This was a better feeling than originally anticipated. “Thank you,” Leslie whispered. “Wow, so you can make sounds other than 'uwaa', who'd have guessed?” Su answered lightly. Leslie found herself giggling at that and looked up at Su with a hint of a smile. The teenager's brown eyes looked at her and she seemed to find some joy in seeing this stranger she nursed in a better mood. “Alright, kitten, now that we know that you can speak human, can you tell me your name?” Kitten, that was Su's nickname for her, but she didn't deliver it with the same condescendence Clara had brought to hers, Su made it sound loving, caring. Leslie hadn't known there'd been this nice a kid in this block, but then again, she hadn't really cared much for the people of Fairhills for the past few years. Yet she wasn't sure whether Su knew about her, whether she was more sociable than her. As fingers ran through her hair, she knew that she needed to not say her real name. “Lee,” she answered after a moment of thought. Su nodded. “'Kay, Lee, do you have a family name too?” That made her stutter. “Aude–, I mean King.” Su squinted her eyes at that and Leslie attempt to dissuade any suspicions with a sheepish smile. “You don't look like any of the Kings I know, though,” Su told her after a moment. “That's because girls can't be kings,” was the answer, though Leslie immediately regretted it. She didn't need to antagonize the one nice person here. She'd read enough stories to know where a glib tongue could end you. “Wow, not only can she cry, hug like a champ and talk, no, she's also a smartass. You're full of surprises, aren't you, kitten?” Su asked bemused. It was a good reaction, Leslie thought behind her own smile, especially because Su used the chance to ruffle her mane. Su really wasn't a bad person it seemed. Thinking that, Leslie found herself moving. Throwing her own arms around Su’s back, she pressed her face against the teen’s chest. The warmth was unfamiliar, the smell sort of too, but it was all a good kind. It'd been too long since she allowed herself to get this close to somebody, maybe the first time she allowed herself to just do so with a kind stranger. Su didn't say anything about that, Leslie just noticed that she kept her arms around the younger girl. Neither did she see her face, yet a feeling of safety abound within her. “You really don’t want to let go, huh?” Su asked. Leslie nodded. “Well, I guess after all that you deserve all the cuddles you can get, kitten.” Leslie found a dumb smile plastered on her face and then, as the last bit of adrenaline faded from her body, exhaustion kicked in and her consciousness grew dim. Exactly what happened, she didn't know. It was like one second she was awake and then, the next, her consciousness alarmed her that she was somewhere else. The first thing that she noticed, the one that made her return from sleep, was a sort of unbearable pressure in her abdomen. It was the sort of pressure every person was familiar with and Leslie shifted where she lay. As she did, the padding hugging her so tightly served as a reminder she had trained herself to accept over quite a few years. Knowing the pressure, knowing that she was safe, she decided to just let go. It was not a conscious decision, but something she'd made her own over the years. It was a choice that left her feeling the area around her crotch growing wet and warm. She moved her body a bit, felt the pressure relenting, the diaper filling up with more than just urine. For a moment, she felt the release, for a moment she smiled. Then, as her consciousness returned to the world of the waking she realised that the warmth was overflowing, dripping through the safety of what should've kept it in and spreading across her backside, the clothing and what was underneath. It was at that moment the memory of where she dared to nod off returned. Immediately her eyes flung open. She stared at a pendant lamp that clearly didn't belong to her apartment. Reality hadn't changed to what it once was or changed at all. She felt her arms, the bruises and a bandage around her arm. She knew, just by moving her toes, that she was still stuck in the very same body she wished for the day before. Without ascertaining where she was, she already knew one thing however. Whatever the consequences were, they would swallow her whole. She lay on her back, covered by a black blanket donned with rebellious slang words of decades past, spread on a sofa that looked not only old, but kind of venerable. Leslie didn't know the style, yet would've guessed it somewhere from the first half of the twentieth century. And, considering the warm wetness around her thighs and back, and from the feeling of a warm mass spread across her behind she'd done more than simply ruin it. And, as she lifted the blanket, she also found that Asad wouldn't be too happy with how she treated his gifts. She stared at herself for a moment, still, wondering whether this was really happening. Then, she heard a door opening and turned to the left, where she spotted Su coming in with a light a smile. “Hey, kitten,” she said, yet Leslie only stared at her with an expression as blank as her mind. There she was, wet and soiled, beaten and bloody, which she might've probably all managed to work around, or so she could've told herself. But the fact was, because reality hadn't changed and everything was as before she'd been beaten down by those boys, Clara was also a person she'd met and the truth that shouldn't be still counted for her. She couldn't get out of this mess, not by herself and honestly, she doubted Su would do anything but throw her out of the door considering how she'd woken up. “Hey,” she said unsure, hugging the blanket closely, wondering what she should do. Then the girl in the pink dress came one step closer, then another and Leslie still tried to smile, tried to keep up the facade while her mind raced for answers how to get out of this one. Yet it seemed like certain death coming ever closer. One moment passed, then another. Her eyes focused on her surroundings, her mind struggled to find something for help. There was a bookshelf, with the actual books hiding behind dozens of pictures. The walls were plastered with memories, with photos and paintings of places and people Leslie didn't know and in the distance, the smell of curry chicken lingered fresh. Nothing of value, nothing she could use. Then Su stopped, her smile dropped, she sniffed something. Leslie thought of her wish, thought of a thousand stories she read, a thousand outcomes to this whole spiel and came to the realization that the universe really did hate her guts. “What the–“ Su started, but as soon as the girl in front of her started crying once again she probably realized that helping Leslie was the biggest mistake she made in her life. For a moment, she lingered and looked at Leslie, not quite understanding that what she thought had occurred actually did, and then, as the truth finally began to sink in she turned around for a second, then back, took a bit of a breath, whispered something to herself. Her steps were quicker, but she tried not to look too hectic as she went to the couch by the wall of her living room. There, before Leslie, she seemed to falter for a moment, as the stink gave her final proof of her suspicion. “Hey,” she said and her fingers brushed against Leslie's cheek. “I know it still hurts, but you'll get better, okay?” The girl in pink tried to smile, looked down and made a grab for the blanket, which Leslie still held close. The part Su grabbed however, was more to the side and she still could lift enough of it to see what had transpired. She raised an eyebrow at the mess and turned to Leslie again, who refused to do anything but cry. “It's fine, kitten,” Su started again, after a moment of contemplation. “I would've advised for a shower anyways.” As no reaction came, Su struggled to smile and rolled her eyes. “Come on, get up. We both know you need to take a shower now.” “I don't,” came a meek answer from the girl, who didn't even convince herself with that answer. “Yes, yes you do. Or do you want to sit in your excrements?” “I'm not sitting in my own–“ “Lee King,” Su said, attempting to sound authoritative, but the amused smile on her face almost ruined that, “you really should get a shower, because I can’t have you in my space, like, messy. So, if you don’t take a shower, I might just have to throw you out. And kitten, in a town like this, children like Lars are gonna swallow you whole if you walk about with poor body hygiene.” Leslie looked at her, how she tried to look serious. Whether she truly was, however, was up for debate. For a second, Leslie didn’t answer. For a second, neither said anything, at least until Su spoke up again. “Plus, if you go into the shower I'm not gonna say anything my sofa or do anything because of it, right?” That was a more tempting offer than anything Leslie's mind had conjured up and she nodded, relieved at how Su took a diplomatic approach. Nevertheless, as she got up and lifted the blanket off herself, she truly did notice how much of a mess she'd made. The sofa beneath her was soaked and she felt the mess press against her back in a most uncomfortable manner, and the moment the blanket was gone, the smell of it filled the air. Su, who'd been quite happy about Leslie calming down, blinked at it and smiled at Leslie. “Well, smells like somebody really needed to go potty, eh?” The truth was, Leslie was flushed already and this only made it worse. Her eyes turned to the ground and she was unsure on what to say, but Su quickly put her hand against her back and pushed her up and forward. “No dilly-dallying, you need to take a shower, kitten,” she said as she looked at Leslie's back, “more so than you think.” With a hand to her back, Leslie was led to the bathroom despite her zombie-esque gait. She felt herself shivering again as she took her steps across the floor. The mess pressed against her bottom and the way it reeked made her flush a deep red. Conscious thought returned to Leslie, wondering why she’d gone and done that. Now that Su had helped her, treated her wounds and attempted to comfort her, what was the thanks she got? She felt tears welling up again. If this was her true path, she figured jumping out of the window would hopefully make for a quick conclusion. “Hey now,” Su told her from behind, “there’s no need to worry, everything’s gonna be fine.” “I didn’t mean to,” she answered dumbly, her eyes drifting downwards. Su sighed heavily as she opened the door to the bathroom. “And here I thought you took playing pretend really seriously.” They halted in the middle of the room and Su walked up in front of her, a bit of a smile on her face. Leslie only looked at her with a raised brow, wondering what she meant. “It’s funny because cats like to fall asleep being close to their owners and also mark their territory with urine and you’re a little kitten in a new territory,” the girl told her sagely. “That’s not very funny, “ Leslie said, making more of a pout than she intended. Su shrugged. “Sometimes you gotta have humor, kitten. So now, let’s get you out of those messy clothes and into the shower, humorously. So, arms up, kitten.” She hesitated, wondering whether she should accept the help. Yet, the moment she even started to contemplate, thoughts of Clara came up in her mind and it appeared more and more that it wasn’t even a question. How else would a kid like her get out of these clothes if not with help? Her arms went up and Su slipped off both the shirt and undershirt. “Mom’s neighbour leant them to me,” she told Su the moment the air grew cold as ice and the older girl threw the shirt into the corner of the room without a care. “Really? I was wondering why your entire garderobe was made for giants,” Su answered. “I liked the colors,” Leslie told her, attempting a smile, but found her teeth chittering instead. Su sighed. “Well, they do look rather nice on you.” “Yeah, I look perfect with a little brown on me.” “Blergh,” Su told her eloquently. “I know your situation’s a bit shitty right now–no pun intended–but you shouldn’t take everything so badly, we’ll have this mess fixed up in a second. We just gotta take those silly pants off and then you’re good to go.” Leslie nodded, but the moment she felt arms tug at her waist her eyes became wide. The pants slid down and Su got a good look at the pull-ups Leslie wore. She gaped, struggled for words, but it was Su who spoke up immediately. “These make it look like this isn’t a usual problem for you, Lee,” she said with a bit of curiosity in her tone. Her mouth opened and then closed itself again, much like that of a goldfish who tried to figure out what glass was and why another goldfish was mouthing it off on the other side of it. “I–” she said, but her thoughts were more along the lines of; Shit! Shit! Shit! Su looked at her, she knew. In all honesty, if Su had thought her completely incontinent until this point, this probably raised a flag. And that needed to be rectified, so her mind struggled to find the words. “I,” she started again and then it clicked. “I … It’s a bit of a usual problem,” she answered, conjuring up what guilt she felt over this debacle to add some credence to the words. “A bit?” Su answered, the annoyance dripping from her tongue. A slow nod came as answer and she looked up at Su, who frowned at her. “I–,” Leslie started, but then her mind went blank again. It was getting a bit warmer now, she almost felt like sweating. Su however, didn’t look quite as receptive to her as one moment ago. “Alright, Lee,” she said, “if that’s true. Why would you get pull-ups. They’re not meant for number twos, if that wasn’t obvious.” Leslie blushed and looked down again. She knew that, obviously she did and if she hadn’t met that dumb bitch of a witch who enjoyed torturing little children and kicking puppies this wouldn’t even be a situation right at that moment. Eyes on her feet she noticed once more how tiny they were, she almost hoped she was younger than ten, ever smaller, ever more in need of help. So wouldn’t a child want to be bigger? She suddenly found herself asking. It was a strange sort of question that popped out of nowhere, yet it gave her the answer she needed, the material from which she could spin her tale. With an awkward motion of her arms, she found herself looking at the pull-ups. They were leaking everything and the bit of padding she felt seemed close to inappropriate for her. In a weird way, it felt almost right that she should be chided for this. Well, it was definitely right, yet she needed to tell her tale and pretend to be this kid she’d invented on the spur of the moment. “They’re for babies, though,” came out the answer, the words only as loud as a whisper. “You thought what now?” “Diapers are for babies and I’m not a baby anymore and I wanted to wear panties and make mom proud so she wouldn’t kick me out.” The words came out without a breath between them. A cold sensation ran up her spine, like a spider that dug its legs into her skin. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t pleasant at all. “I can do fine without them.” She paused, found her teeth chittering, her lips quivering. “I wet them at the mall.” There was a moment, Lee found herself close to tears again, only to be stopped when Su embraced her again. “Sheesh, kid,” she said as Lee smelled her body odor. It was a thousand scents combined to one and it should’ve been more unfamiliar than it was, yet Leslie felt safe in the embrace. “First up, if you needed them until this day, it’s not as easy as wearing panties. Secondly, if you do more than wetting your pants, well … Don’t. Buy. Pull. Ups. You’ll ruin couches and floors and all your neighbour’s clothing. Alright?” She smiled at Lee. It was an infectious sort of smile, honest and uncaring of the horridness she just saw. It made the child wonder whether this was the first time Su had to deal with a situation just like this, though she doubted it. If the kids in this district were all like Mike, she doubted any of them were incontinent or whatever. “Alright, now let’s get this dumb thing off, I doubt you’re comfy like this, right?” Su asked, looking down and then at Lee again. It took one moment before she went on her knees. Her hands were trembling a bit, more so than she wanted to show the girl, but her face was a mask of stone. She tore the sides of the pants open and made a face as the smell hit the room. “Looks like somebody had a healthy breakfast,” she said, a joke that was clearly more for herself than Lee, who nonetheless giggled despite her own blushing and the cold. Su looked up at her. “A giggling girl’s better than a crying one, at least. Come on, hop into the shower. You need help with that, too?” Lee attempted to cover herself a bit more, but shook her head. A shower she could work, that wasn’t as complicated as zippers and sleeves and shoes. Now those were hard for a child like her. She tiptoed into the shower as carefully as she could. “And don’t worry about the shower gel,” Su said as she threw the garment into the bin and then took out the garbage bag, “just because it’s for adults doesn’t mean it’ll melt little kids.” “I’m not a little kid, though,” Lee answered, awfully aware of the position she was in. “Which is why I can pick you up with one arm. But sure, you’re biggest kid I know,” Su answered after she was done rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna have a look around the building whether I can find some other clothing for you and some underwear that’s a bit safer, maybe the Connor’s have something.” Lee looked at her. “But I can’t wear dia–” “Well, if you wear them anyways, just consider it cautionary. And if you wanna be an adult, you gotta learn to be cautionary, so take a shower and I’ll find the most mature incontinence briefs this side of the ocean for you. And some clean pants to hide them.” The girl in red left with those words, a smile on her face that was probably meant to be encouraging. It wasn’t really, but considering her butt was as messy as a garbage pail, Lee didn’t feel like arguing right now. An early shower would help her clear her mind and so she made a grab for the knob to turn on the water. It rushed down her spine as cold as ice and made her grit her teeth. It would take a while to become much warmer and she wanted to get the dirt off as quickly as she could. Before she began cleaning herself, Lee found herself longing for at least some foaming shower gel. That would be a bit more fun at least. Thinking that, she opened her mouth and whispered into the quiet, “Lee King.” There was nothing to that name, an old flame that had spent more time with other girls and boys than with her. Thinking back on what a guy Robert was, he’d tried to get rid of a daughter the moment she couldn’t net him any dates. “Leslie Audet Junior,” she said, a bit louder. She was more happy with that and the suffix made her name taste of sugar and not ashes. She didn’t hear it over the water, didn’t see it because she was too focused on the cold, but Su finally closed the door, half-worried about what poor sod of a child she’d gotten herself involved with. Maybe, just maybe, she could brighten her day up a little.

Right now actually, just made a big stinky in my ABU Barebum, was almost like an accident I was holding it so bad!

I love goodnites

Chapter 20 Alex took his seat next to the three ladies, knowing that once again many of the people in the dining room where looking in his direction. He was still wondering whether or not his plastic pants crinkled or showed through his shorts, but there was no real way of knowing. He could hardly ask one of the ladies, he would be just far too embarrassed. “Well how are you this morning sweetie” asked Wendy, “Hannah and Angela have been telling me about your little walk last night”. “I gather you had a couple of little accidents”. “It was a nice walk but the rain started” replied Alex, “But fortunately Auntie Val had everything covered, she had a nice jumper and raincoat waiting for me, so I kept warm and dry”. Alex purposely never mentioned the wetting incident or the little creamy mess that Hannah made him have; he hoped that no more would be said. “I am glad you had a nice time sweetie” said Wendy, “I am glad that your little plastic pants helped out, are you wearing some more today”? Alex’s hopes were dashed by the reply from Wendy, he looked slightly shocked and his face started to turn bright red in embarrassment. He really didn’t know what to say, but seeing the distress he was getting in, he got a welcome helping hand from Hannah. “Now stop teasing him Wendy” said Hannah, “he was a perfect little angel last night, especially after Val promised that we would be going shopping this morning”. “After I saw him in that lovely pink jumper I knew I had to have one myself, but maybe I will get Alex something as well”. Alex had forgotten about that with everything else that had happened through the evening, but knew that it would be wrong to cause a scene and upset anyone. He quietly tucked into his breakfast, making sure not to spill anything onto himself. After about 30 minutes he was all done and just taking the last sips of his cup of tea, when Wendy leaned over and wiped his face with her napkin, just like a mother would with her child. Val had made sure that all the guests where happy with their breakfast, given the staff their instructions for the rest of the morning, so she could now turn her attention to Alex for the next few hours. Wendy had some work to finish that she had brought with her from the girls school, something that would become a little surprise for Alex later in the week. “Right then sweetheart” said Val, returning to the table, “Hannah, you and I have some shopping to take care of; I hope you are ready to walk all that breakfast off”. With that she stood next to Alex and waited for him to rise from his chair, before checking him for crumbs or anything spilt. Once she was happy with his appearance she took his hand and led him off with Hannah following closely. “I think it might be best for a trip to the bathroom first” said Val, “I don’t want you to get caught short again like last night”. “Hannah, if you would like to get whatever you need, I will take care of young Alex, then we can be off into the warm sunshine”. Once inside the bathroom, Val unfastened Alex’s shorts to once again reveal the pale pink plastic pants covering his white towelling trainer panties. She carefully lowered both pairs to reveal the so immature hairless body underneath, so wanting to once again tease the young body in front of her, but knowing that she would have to wait until another time. Alex sat on the toilet and took care of things, slowly getting used to the fact that he was being watched, but happy that he wouldn’t find himself in a desperate situation needing the bathroom later. All finished, Val patted him dry with some toilet tissue before pulling up his trainer pants, then the plastic ones, making sure that he was all tucked in and secure. She gave him a quick pat on the bum before finally pulling his shorts back up, Alex at the same time trying to see in the mirror if pink plastic panties showed through the material. Minutes later they where back outside meeting with Hannah once more, then heading out of the hotel into the sunshine. This was the first time Alex had seen Hannah in daylight outside in her summer finery, now seeing how attractive she really was. About the same age as his mum but a bit taller, with long flowing blonde hair. Dressed in a strappy summer dress, she looked stunning in the sunlight, taking Alex by the hand walking off towards the shops, looking like mummy and little boy due to the size difference. Soon finding themselves at the main street of shops in the small seaside town, Val pointed out the shop where she had purchased their jumpers, but much to Alex’s surprise, the sign on the outside of the shop read, “Girlish Surprises”. He was expecting a general clothing store or department store, not a female clothing store; now realising he had been wearing a girl’s jumper. “Oh how sweet” said Hannah, “let’s go in and have a look, I bet they must have lots of sweet little things in here”. With Alex still held firmly by her hand, Hannah followed Val into the shop. Inside was like nothing Alex had seen before, it wasn’t as though he had been in a girls’ clothing shop before, although he had walked past a few, his heart beating rapidly so wanting to go in and satisfy some of his little desires. There where row upon row of dresses, skirts, tops, shorts, coats and jumpers of all designs imaginable. Towards the rear of the store where walls covered in lingerie that catered for all tastes, from the plain and simple to the finest he could imagine. The final rack on the other side of the counter had different style of swimwear on show, both swimsuits and bikini’s. While still trying to take in his surroundings, the silence was disturbed by a lady calling out to Val, “Val honey, it is so good to see you again”. “Hannah, Alex, I would like to introduce Fiona Davies” said Val, “She is the owner of this wonderful shop”. “It’s a pleasure to meet both of you” replied Fiona, “So this is the sweet little one you have been telling me about”, leaning down to give Alex a little hug and kiss on the head. She then whispered into his ear, “I hope that you enjoyed the jumper”, before standing up again, “Now what can I do for you ladies today”. “Well” replied Hannah, “Having seen the sweet little jumper that Alex was wearing last night, I just had to find where it came from and get one for myself”. “Well thank you” said Fiona, “I can certainly sort that out for you, and did you want the same colour”. “Yes please” replied Hannah, “but would it be possible to have one in pale lemon as well if you have it, but a matching one for sweet little Alex as well”. Alex knew he had been mislead into wearing a girls pink jumper the previous night, but now he was being bought one right in front of his eyes. What should he do, how was he supposed to react.

I emailed her several times over the next few days, and I received no response. I tried calling her, and that went unanswered. I had to believe she was ignoring me. I decided to give it a break. Hopefully, time would heal. A week later I sent a message “I would like to speak with you. We don’t need to involve diapers.” I dove into my work. I had clients in several cities, and I traveled to see them, so I was out of St. Louis about as much as I was in. I found myself back in San Antonio. After the client meeting, I decided to chance it. I put on normal underwear and drove to Maria Elena’s apartment. I knew where it was because I had shipped the care packages to her there. I parked out front and waited. I just couldn’t bring myself to get rejected at the door. I drove off. A block away I saw a Mexican restaurant. I hadn’t had decent Mexican since my last trip here. I parked and went inside and got a tamale platter. I started to eat. This time the husk (if they had indeed used one to cook it) was already removed. It was as good as I remembered. At least this trip wasn’t a total waste. “Hey, diaper boy. Still eating tamales?” a familiar voice said from behind me. I turned. It was Maria Elena, standing there in a silk jumpsuit looking beautiful as ever. She sat down with me. “What are you doing here?” “Eating tamales?” I joked. “I mean in this restaurant, this neighborhood.” “I was going to try to see you, but I chickened out.” “Oh, too bad. You almost missed me.” “I’m really sorry about St. Louis,” I started. She held up her hands. “Accepted. I just had to do some serious thinking about this whole thing. I know the diaper thing is pretty ingrained in your psyche and I knew I’d never get you away from it. I had to know if I could accept it.” “Well, you don’t have to…” I started. She held up her hand again. “Let me finish. I also knew that I’d be drawn into it. I had to reason it out for myself. I shouldn’t have just ignored you like that, but I needed time.” “And…” I said hopefully. “I’ve worked through it. You finished?” she asked, and I nodded. “Let’s go to my place.” She got in my car, and I drove the block back to her building. We went up to her place. It was a neat little two bedroom in an older building. She walked over to a hall closet. She unzipped the jumpsuit and hung it in the closet. This revealed she was wearing a diaper underneath. “You weren’t expecting me?” I asked. “No, I wear a diaper all the time now. Around the house, usually just the diaper. I keep the jumpsuit and some scrubs in the closet in case I need to answer the door or make a quick run out somewhere. Now you get out of your clothes.” I couldn’t argue with the suggestion. I pulled off my shirt and then dropped my pants revealing my normal underwear. Maria Elena shook her head, “That won’t do.” She led me by the hand into what must have been a guest room/home office combination. One side had a desk with a computer. The other a neatly made bed. She pushed me on it and then reached into a dresser and came out with a diaper. “This is my ersatz changing table. Though most of the time I just do it on the bathroom floor.” She carefully folded my boxers and slid the diaper under me and did it up. “There, that’s better. Let me show you around.” There wasn’t much to see, a small galley kitchen. A small dining area that could seat four closely. The living room. She led me past the guest room. “This is the bath,” she said. I looked in and saw a package of adult wipes on the vanity. She opened a small linen closet and inside was a diaper genie and more diapers stacked neatly. There was a suitcase sitting on top of the toilet. “What’s that?” I asked. “Oh, that’s just to remind me to stay away from it.” “Stay away?” “I can say honestly that I have not used a toilet for three weeks.” “Not at all?” She smiled. “Not at all. I’ve even come to terms with pooping in them. I may not keep that up, but I felt it was an important part of my self-test.” “And did you pass?” “I did.” We went out into living room, and I sat down while she went into the kitchen. “Cerveza?” she asked. “That would be nice.” She came back with two baby bottles full and the dark amber fluid. I took a long draw from one. “These work better than mine.” “Couple of reasons. First, they’re the new high tech bottles designed to give babies less gas. Second, I poked a bigger hole in the nipple.” We talked for a long time. Maria Elena related that she was ready to throw just about everything out when she started to have regrets. She then started doing some research on the internet. Finally, she decided to try the last of the care package diapers. She then came up with her plan. If she could take a month of diaper wearing, she figured she could handle me. She was pretty much through the test period. “Where are you staying?” she asked. “Hilton, though not a suite this time.” “Why don’t we go get your bag, check you out, go to dinner, and then come back here.” It sounded like a plan. I got my stuff. The Hilton graciously decided to not charge me for the last night even though I was past checkout time. The benefits again of spending so much time in Hiltons. We headed to the restaurant. “This is upscale Mexican, not the street food you’ve been eating.” She was right; the restaurant Mixtli was the up and coming cuchina nueva. Everything very well presented as a tasting menu, lots of small courses. Maria Elena explained she ordered diapers. Having had experience with the care packages, she got a case of very heavy ones for home and casual use and lighter breathable ones to wear to work. She said work was the hardest. She had to be careful about wetting and changing, but it was, after all, a hospital, so it wasn’t too hard. “I still remember the shift where I realized I had to poop. I could have just untapped the diaper and used the toilet, but I was determined not to do that. I figured I could hold it to the end of my shift. And I did, but I dumped right as I got to my car. I had to sit in it for the half an hour it took to get home, but I endured. After that, I felt I was ready for anything.” We got back to her house, and she parked me on the sofa while she took my suitcase into the bedroom. After ten minutes she came out wearing the satin romper. I smiled. She led me back to the bedroom and laid out on the bed was the nightie that I usually traveled with. She took taken it out of the bag. It was the one she had worn that night we met. A heavy diaper lay on top of it. “Shall we get you ready.” I got out of my clothes and my wet diaper, and she put the new one on and helped me into the nightie. We returned to the living room and talked more. And then we kissed, long and passionately. The satin of the two nighties sliding on each other and her soft skin. Then she led me back to the bedroom. She carefully untapped the diapers. “We didn’t use these, so I want to be able to put them back on.” Then we got into bed and made love. She retaped my diaper, and I taped hers on, and we slept in each other’s arms. By the time the sun came up, our diapers were wet. She patted my sodden midsection. “You want to change this or do you want to enjoy it for a while.” I opted to wait. She stood up and then bent slightly and strained. The rear of the diaper poofed out. “I’m going to get this changed before I start to stink.” She had indeed come a long way. During breakfast, she asked, “You said you could work from anywhere?” “Yes.” “Like San Antonio?” I had thought about this before. Sure, I’d need more space than her little guest room, but it was possible. “What did you have in mind?” She went to her desk and came back with a real estate listing. It was a four bedroom house in a quaint older neighborhood. “I thought together we could afford it.” “Are you making a proposal?” I asked. “Si.” “You’re an amazingly powerful woman, Maria Elena.” “So?” “Si.” After breakfast, I changed and dressed. Maria Elena put on the jumpsuit, and we drove to look at the house. It was perfect, and after a little negotiation, we had it under contract. I started to make the arrangements to relocate to San Antonio. We also made arrangements for the wedding. I had some family coming in and two good friends from St. Louis. Maria Elena had her family and coworkers. It was going to be a big party in the backyard of our new house. “We’ll hold off setting up the nursery until after the honeymoon,” she suggested. “Anyhow, I’ve got to pick up my gown today.” “I expect you’ll be wearing the ‘bridal diapers.’” “And I expect you’ll be wearing the ‘groomal diapers.’” We laughed. The reception was great. Maria Elena wore the heaviest diaper she could find and covered it with a lace covered pair of plastic pants (for my benefit), and that was hidden well under her voluminous skirt. I had bought my tux with ample room for my diaper as well. Still, we both needed to make a mid-party change. After a brief honeymoon to Cabo, we settled down to married life. We unpacked the nursery and still had fun having two of us playing with things I only had myself before. We wore diapers or toddler or sissy stuff at home usually. Maria put her scrubs on to go to work, but they came off as soon as she got home. Mostly, I worked as I was. I kept a pair of sweats in the closet by the door if I needed to go shopping. We decided to try to wear cloth more, so I stocked up. Since I was home, I took care of running the laundry loads. All in all, it was a happy life, the two of us rolling around in our thick cloth diapers in our perfect home. --END--

Oh really? In that case... (Takes deep breath) What is the square root of 13,689? Who and where was Antonio Stradivarious? When calculating the force exerted by Val's Gravitic powers do you take into account the latent heat dissipation involved in the exothermic reaction which would likely melt Bridget's organs every time she uses it? What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow? Did you ever see that movie about the dog that played basketball? What am the sky? How does eat food? Is Stell a Star Warden? Who is the real Selpharia? Did you ever see the sequel to that dog-basketball movie where the dog goes to space and if so which of the two do you prefer? (GAAAAAAASP)

I mostly just have little accidents when I cough or sneeze,( and I hate public restrooms...) But being a smoker, I cough a lot, particularly in a larger group of people. It's so embarassing to be trapped on the couch because you wet yourself. Even if I could "catch" it, having to do an awkward waddle to the bathroom, trying to walk as casually as possible is nerve wracking. After years of holding my pee for so long, now I really cant. I dont know I have to go until I HAVE to go, but if I dribble a little and relieve the pressure I'm ok for a little while longer. I enjoy the security of wearing my diapers in public, and it kinda gives me a rush. It's my secret, and I can pee whenever I want. Today I slowly wet myself out shopping, and it felt wonderful. The check out line was long, but instead of being anxious and in a hurry, I was the most relaxed person in line.

I havent needed to change in public yet, but unless is were a very busy time for the restroom I don't think I will have a problem with it. I currently have depends adjustables that have the velcro-like strips so I wouldn't have to take my pants all the way off and be sure obvious. However, despite my desire for discretion about both my slight incontinence and my little persona, I think I would enjoy being changed on the table in a public restroom by a mommy or daddy...

Part 23Lisa rushed into the room to find us both sitting on the floor, crying our eyes out."Oh no! What happened? Who's hurt?"We both started talking at once through our tears, trying to explain what was going on. Lisa looked overwhelmed.. then she spotted the toy."Did the truth toy make you two cry? What in the world were you talking about?""Lisa! Am I dead?" I wailed. The color drained out of Lisa's face. She dropped to her knees and pulled us both in for a tight hug, but it was impossible to console both of us at the same time, we were blubbering messes."Shhh, girls.. girls, it's okay. Nobody's dead. You're not dead. You're both here, everything's fine." She scooped us both up, one in each arm and carried us to the living room. My eyes were full of tears, I couldn't see straight, the world was spinning.And then my mouth was full of milk... the sweetest, most wonderful taste ever. It was stunningly good, it put everything else to shame.. it tasted like... love. Lisa was wiping my eyes and I could see that I was not sucking on a bottle.. I was latched on to her nipple! I started to pull away but she held my head in place gently and whispered a soft shush. I looked up.. well, sideways, but up to me, and there was Melanie on her other breast. She was breastfeeding us both at the same time.. and her milk was so... good. I felt instantly calmer, centered. She was stroking my hair and making a long "shhhhhh". I'm not sure how long I nursed.. after a while I didn't want to stop but the milk eventually stopped coming. She popped me off of her nipple with her finger, Melanie was still suckling with her eyes closed. Lisa shifted me into a sitting position and pulled me close."Are you okay, sweetie?" Lisa asked me. I felt strange sitting next to her giant, exposed breast."I um, yeah.. " I blushed, looking away, "I'm okay... I just... I don't remember how I got ... how I ended up with April. She's never told me and.. ""Shhh," Lisa stroked my hair, "we aren't going to talk about that. It's not my place. We can tell your mommy that you have questions when she gets here in the morning. Let's try to put it aside for now and have a good time, we're going to have a nice dinner and play some games. I know you're upset," she continued... but I actually felt really calm, "and it doesn't seem fair, but please... let's just try to have some fun."I nodded as Lisa popped Melanie off her other nipple and sat her up. Melanie rubbed her eyes sleepily while Lisa tucked away her breasts and pulled her shirt down."It's yummy, isn't it?" Melanie asked with a sleepy grin. Both she and Lisa were looking at me intently, I wasn't getting away without answering."Yes," I blushed fiercely and looked down, "it's really good. Thank you, Lisa.""You're welcome, sweetie. I'm just glad you're calm. Hopefully I didn't spoil your dinner just there. Speaking of which," she scooped us both up, carrying us to the kitchen, "it's time to eat!"I got the highchair and Melanie got to sit in Lisa's lap... Melanie's highchair was a lot different from mine. It had wrist cuffs both above and below the tray, and ankle cuffs underneath as well as a full carseat harness instead of just a buckle."Do you want me to buckle you in, Kimmy?" I knew that Lisa was teasing, she couldn't help it.. but I blushed anyway."No thank you."She chuckled lightly as she grabbed our dinners from the counter. She made..."Normal-sized sushi!" I cried out at the small plate she placed on the highchair tray. "Did you make this yourself?""Little-sized sushi," she corrected, "and yes. I felt bad that you cuties didn't get to have any last night. It won't be as good as the restaurant's, but I hope you like it. It's really hard to make rolls this small!"She sat back down at her kitchen table with Melanie's plate along with her own and ate a sandwich while Melanie dug in."It's good!" I smiled, it wasn't great. It was better than what you'd get at a grocery store, but it didn't come close to restaurant quality, "Thank you so much, Lisa."--After dinner, we played for a while. Lisa really was a lot of fun, she chased us around and tickled us, and we played hide and seek, and she let us climb on her and try to tickle her... not that it worked. She gave us horsie rides and we all had a great time. When she got tired, we settled in and watched some TV. I watched the Littles Shopping Network with them... Melanie loved the show, she kept begging for all sorts of arcane torture devices. At least she was relaxing around me. I had no idea why she'd want a rocking horse with cuffs on it, though.It seemed like no time at all before it was declared to be our bedtime. Melanie had to go to bed early because my bedtime was before hers. I apologized, but she said she didn't mind. Lisa changed us into nighttime diapers.. April had forgotten to pack a nighttime diaper for me, so I was going to borrow one of Melanie's... it was incredibly thick."Lisa, can I wear one of Melanie's thicker daytime diapers instead of this nighttime diaper?""Nope, it's nighttime so you need a nighttime diaper," Lisa grinned as she pulled the thick padding up between my legs, forcing me bow-legged on the changing table. She taped it securely and helped me sit up. My legs stuck out at a funny angle and the padding was so thick I couldn't squeeze my legs together at all. "Besides, the thicker the diaper, the cuter the Little. That's what I always say." She zipped my sloth jammies back up and placed me into Melanie's princess crib where Melanie was already waiting in her pink bunny jammies."Now, it's 7 PM. I let you stay up right to your bedtime, I expect you to go to sleep.""Yes Lisa," I said, looking up at her. This was a view that would never, ever become normal. I was sitting down in a crib. The white bars extended so far up there was no way I could climb them, especially not with a diaper as thick as I had on now, and there was a giant woman smiling down at me. I rarely felt as smaller than when I did sitting in a crib, being looked at by an Amazon. She laid us down, foot-to-head and covered us with a blanket. She handed Duchess Fuzzbutt to Melanie and I got Harry Otter. Seeing Melanie cuddle the toy I picked for her made me feel good."Do you need a paci to sleep, Kimmy?" Lisa asked after popping Melanie's paci in her mouth.. a yellow one, how many pacis did this girl need?"No, Lisa," I yawned, "I don't sleep with a paci.""Okay, well you two go to sleep. We had a good end to the evening, let's not get all riled up now, okay?"Melanie and I both agreed, and Lisa walked out of the room, flipping off the light."This is nice," Melanie said, "I'm glad you came over tonight. It's been fun. I'm sorry about... ""Let's.. let's not talk about that, I don't want to cry again," I said, banishing the thought."You'll get breastmilk again though," Melanie teased, "Are you going to ask your mommy to breastfeed you?"My mind was filled with a vision of snuggling against April's breast the way I had been with Lisa.. with Lisa it was a little weird because she's my friend, but the milk tasted heavenly. I bet April's would be even better. Something in my wanted that very, very badly and I felt my lips twitch at the thought."Kimmy?" Melanie called quietly, breaking me out of my fantasy, "Did you fall asleep?""No," I was blushing, I could feel it, "I.. I really want to ask April to breastfeed me, but what if she says no?""That," Melanie laughed softly, "is exactly what my mommy has been trying to break me of since the moment I got home."Mommy. Home. Melanie was more at home here than she had ever been.. she was in a place where she could be herself without any apology or excuse. She wanted diapers, she wanted to be babied, she even wanted to be 'forced' into it in a way. She loved it.. I was strangely jealous of her. She and Lisa were so happy."Kimmy," Melanie interrupted my thoughts again, "You have to tell your mommy. You have to look her in the eye and say, 'Mommy, will you please breastfeed me? I want to be closer to you.'""But what if she says no?" I repeated, a little louder, my emotions flaring, "If she said no... I'd fall apart.""What if she's waiting for you to ask? What if she's afraid of asking you? How is she supposed to know you want it? She loves you, Kimmy. You can see it in her eyes. It was really hard for her to leave tonight just because you were sad," Melanie continued, we were both sitting up and looking at each other now, "It's not fair to expect her to read your mind. She can't give you what you want if you don't ask for it.""Are you going to tell Lisa -""My mommy," Melanie interrupted, "Call her my mommy, don't call her by her name." Melanie was strangely serious. I felt a little uncomfortable."It's weird, Melanie... she's my friend.""She's my mommy. I'm her Little. I know she's not my mother, it's not like that. I don't even like my mother, she's a selfish, thoughtless person. But my mommy, she's wonderful. She loves me and I love her in a deeper and more meaningful way than I've ever loved anyone in my life. Kimmy, you don't know what it's like to never be able to be yourself.. and when you try, people tell you you're awful or wrong or sinful." Melanie had tears in her eyes and I leaned forward and held her tight. "Kimmy, my mommy loves ME. All of me, every bit of me, for who I am. It doesn't matter that I'm not a boy, it doesn't matter that I want to wear diapers and drink from a bottle... she loves ME." Tears were streaming down Melanie's face. I wiped them away with a fabric sloth-claw... slowly. Melanie couldn't help but laugh."Are you going to tell your mommy that purple is your favorite color?""Yes," Melanie blushed, "If you promise you're going to ask your mommy to breastfeed you.""Deal, I'll ask April-""Kimmy," Melanie said with a sudden intensity, "say it.""Mellie... I can't, she's... April.""You're a Little, she's your mommy. That's the way it works here! It doesn't mean you're not in love.""But it's not the kind of love I want! I want a long walk on the beach, I want... " I blushed, "more.. I want to kiss her... I'm in love with her." I was flustered. I loved April. Deeply, in a very real way."Kimmy," Melanie smiled softly, "nobody is saying you can't. Those feelings you have... that's love. You love April, she loves you. Love... isn't quite the same here as it was in the other place. You need to get out of your own way, Kimberly."I looked down, resting my hands in my lap... on top of my thick diaper, hidden under my sloth PJs. The cute PJs that April picked out for me. I remembered how I felt while she held me up in the air and we rubbed noses... she did love me. Just as deeply as I loved her... would that kind of love be enough?"Say it," Melanie urged softly, "Stop fighting it. She's not your mother, she's not trying to be your mother. It's not the same thing. April is your mommy. Your mommy. She loves you.""April is," I felt soft tears rolling down my face, "my mommy. My mommy loves me. She swings me around and tickles me, she carries me and cares for me. She dresses me and feeds me and protects me. She loves me. My mommy loves me." My heart felt full to bursting. "My mommy loves me!""Yes she does," Melanie grinned at me, "Your mommy loves you. And you're going to ask her to breastfeed you, right? Don't you want to feel that close to her?""Yes!" I stood up, "I'm going to ask my mommy to breastfeed me." It sounded so weird out loud, but the feelings felt... right. Genuine, true. She wasn't my mother, she was my mommy. She loved me in a way I never knew was possible, she'd do anything for me. She'd do anything just to spare me a bit of pain, "I'm going to ask and I hope... "The lights flipped on in the nursery."Okay you two," Lisa's voice sounded mostly amused, but there was a hint of grumpy in there, "This doesn't sound like sleeping to me.""Sorry mommy," Melanie hid under the blanket... I was abandoned, standing up in the crib."I'm not honestly surprised," Lisa said, walking over, "You are two cuties at a sleepover. Oh, Kimmy.. what's wrong?" She wiped the tears from my eyes."Nothing... Aunt Lisa," I said. Her jaw dropped, "I'm okay.""Oh.... kay," Lisa said slowly, "How are you feeling?" She brushed my hair back and looked closely at me."Little," I smiled, answering simply."I see," Lisa chuckled, "I'm glad you two are having a good time together. But I'm serious, if you don't go to sleep, I'm going to put you both in sleepsacks and breastfeed you until you pass out."Melanie sat bolt upright. Lisa laughed, realizing the folly of her threat."Now Mellie, I don't think Kimmy would like that as much as you would.""Mommy?" Melanie said softly, "I have something to admit but I'm afraid you'll be upset at me.""Oh sweetie, what's up?""Mommy, my favorite color is purple.. not pink.""You... " Lisa laughed, "You thought I'd be upset about that? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you tell me it was pink in the first place?""Because girls are supposed to like pink! I mean, I do like pink.. but purple is my favorite. And you bought all this stuff already... I didn't want to seem ungrateful.""Melane, sweetie," Lisa said, reaching into the crib and stroking her cheek, "You've never seemed ungrateful to me for even a moment. I'm sorry you were worried about telling me, I'm glad you did. I want you to tell me all the things that make you happy, all the things you want. You have to tell me what you want, I want to make you happy."Her words rang in my ears... those were almost the exact same words that April.. my mommy.. the exact same words my mommy had said to me. My job was to be happy, she wanted to make me happy. Amazons got joy from happy Littles, and they got the most joy from Littles who were... well, Little. I thought of all the happiest moments I'd had with my mommy. They were all the times I was acting silly and Little and just having fun.. when I was just being happy. It was the same with Aunt Lisa, it was even the same with Miss Michelle. The Amazons in my life just wanted happy Littles, who didn't worry about things.. because things were already taken care of."Tickle fight!" I yelled, jumping on Melanie and tickling her mercilessly."Kimmy!" Lisa shouted, surprised by my attack. Melanie was kicking her feet and squealing. I was going to win this tickle fight. "Kimberly Morris, it is bedtime, not playtime.. do you want me to have to... " Realization spread over Aunt Lisa's face and she grabbed me and pushed me down onto my back on the mattress... and started tickling me. And Melanie! She was tickling us both, we were squirming and squealing and laughing. She didn't stop tickling us until we were having trouble breathing, tears streaming down our faces."I guess I have no choice," she said gravely, "It's sleepsacks and breastmilk for the two of you.""Oh no!" I laid my forearm over my face, panting for breath, "Not that! Oh puh-lease Aunt Lisa don't make me drink your breastmilk! I may not survive!""Yeah mommy," Melanie joined in, "Don't put us in sleepsacks where we'll be super comfy, that would be terrible!"Lisa was shockingly deft at getting Littles into sleepsacks - in a matter of moments Melanie was stuffed inside a pink unicorn and I found myself inside a pink teddy bear. She slid my feet in, then my arms into the sleeves inside and zipped it up. I couldn't move an inch, I was totally helpless. I squirmed in the sleepsack, I was completely at Aunt Lisa's mercy. The sleepsack didn't seem to activate the hypnotic trigger Lisa had given me... maybe because it wasn't wrapped like a swaddle, maybe because she wasn't rocking me yet, I wasn't sure. I was calm and happy, and the fact that I didn't immediately shut down caused me to give a sigh of relief."Not the breastmilk!" I cried out, "Anything but that!"Melanie couldn't do anything but giggle."I hate to do this to you two, but you forced my hand. If you're not going to behave and go to sleep on your own, I'm just going to have to breastfeed you like the Littles you are until you drift off to dreamland.""No no!" I cried, laughing, "We'll be good.""I know you will, darling," Aunt Lisa smiled, "You'll be asleep!"She carried the two of us Little-stuffies to the living room and sat down on the couch. She laid out pillows so we could lay on them while we nursed and laid us on them, the tops of our heads facing each other. The sleepsack was actually surpringly warm and comfy if you could get over the sense of confinement. I opened my mouth welcomingly as she guided her giant nipple between my lips. It still felt a little awkward to me, but honestly... this was really nice. I was surrendering completely to Aunt Lisa, trusting her to take care of me.. and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would never let me down.Her delicious milk flowed into my mouth again.. and I was asleep very, quickly.--When I awoke, it was morning and I was staring into the beautiful green eyes that followed me into my dreams. "Good morning, mommy," I smiled sleepily to her. A splash of water fell on my face, she was crying."Good morning, my darling Kimmy," she said softly, "I missed you." My mommy was beaming down at me with all the love in the world."Mommy, are we going home?""Soon my sweet girl, soon.""I love you, mommy. You're the best mommy ever," I yawned and closed my eyes."And you're the best Little anyone could ever ask for." She squeezed me tightly.. and I drifted back off to sleep in her arms. The best place in the world. The best place in any world.THE END.This is the end of Act 1. Act 2 takes a seriously dark turn. If you love this story because it's sweet and gentle and nothing really bad happens, stop here. There is more story, but it has a lot of sad and scary feelings that Act 1 just didn't have.There is absolutely nothing wrong with stopping here. You can love this story and pretend it ended right here... if you think you can take the darkness, the sad and scary, keep going... but it can get pretty bad. I think it's worth the journey, the message shines through at the end, but it's a trip.

Sometimes people find the answer, sometimes they find part of it, and sometimes it just happens without rhyme or reason. It's worth thinking about but don't let any lack of answers bother you. Just accept that it's a part of you then handle it as well as you can. Don't try to fight it to the finish; it will win that battle. Just keep it in check well enough so that it doesn't intrude on the rest of your life any more than necessary In the end, they're just underwear, and whatever else you let them be to you Bettypooh