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Chapter 1 – Bill Goes to Court Here Bill was in the assistant principal's lair again. He handed the secretary the "discipline notice" he'd been given before being sent down. Improper Lavatory Behavior was what it said. She ordered him to have a seat and wait. He thought about what was next. This wasn't the first time. He feared he knew what was next. He'd be given a good talking to by the assistant principal. He'd then get his punishment. It would be unpleasant. Lavatory infractions led to a suspension of Lavatory Privileges. He'd had it before. The first time was a day, the second a week. During those times he had to come to school in a diaper and had peed in them several times and even one unfortunate day, pooped in it. A minute later the secretary came back and handed him a piece of paper. Student court is next Monday before school. You'll probably want to speak to your guidance counselor to work out a defense. Also, a parent must sign this form and return it before then. He looked at it. It was indeed a summons to student court. He went up to the counseling office and managed to get an audience with his counselor. The counselor explained student court was what it sounded like. Student judge, student jury. Either the AP or a student would be the prosecutor. The court was the due process for the benefit of the accused when the outcomes were serious such as suspension, expulsion, or other long-running sanctions. "Well let's look at your case," the counselor typed on his computer. "Improper lavatory behavior, third offense. That's pretty serious. Any time you've got repeat offenses they tend to throw the book at you." Now Bill was nervous. "What are they going to do to me?" "Well, I can pretty much guarantee the prosecutor is going to ask for the full penalty: revocation." "Revocation?" "You'll be in diapers until graduation." "Is there any chance?" "You do have the advantage of a jury of your peers. It's going to be other students, and while sometimes they can be harsh, you can appeal to their friendly side. I suggest you go in and admit your failing, suggest that you do need to be punished but not the full amount and that you've learned the errors of your ways....yadda yadda." Well, Bill thought it over. He had a few days before court, but he crafted his plan. It had to work. They had to listen. "I can be your 'lawyer' during the trial if you'd like, but it would be best if you made the appeal and I can help you with that." Monday morning soon came. The judge was sitting up on the bench. There was a case before his. No jury trial and it was disposed of with a three-day suspension. Next came a jury trial. The prosecution again asked for a three-day suspension while the defendant maintained his innocence. The jury after deliberation while finding the student guilty but only gave three days of Saturday detention instead. "William Bryant." His case was called. The prosecution started: "On February 11, Mr. Wilson, a math teacher, alerted to a loud noise in the boy's bathroom in the Math wing entered to find the defendant repeatedly and violently kicking the door to one of the stalls in a way to make a loud noise and cause potential damage to the facilities. This is his third offense. In addition while serving a one-week lavatory restriction during the second offense, he was observed entering a restroom in violation of the restriction. Leniency was extended to him, and he was only given an extra day of restriction. We recommend revocation of his lavatory privs." Now was my turn: "I with great shame admit the allegations. I had just had a bad argument with my girlfriend, and I was angry and wanted to blow off some steam. I admit that it was wrong, and I should have dealt with it another way. I understand this charge is serious and I need punishment. However, I believe I can learn to overcome this. I ask that I only receive ..." This is where I spent a considerable amount of time trying to pick a number between zero and forever that would sound good to the jury, "...two months of restriction so that I can learn my lesson and then show I have reformed my behavior." The counselor patted me on the shoulder and told me I did a good job. The jury filed out to deliberate. Minutes passed. They must really be talking about that. A note came out from the jury room and was handed to the judge. He made a few notes on it and handed it back. "Mr. Smith, Mr. Bryant, I have received a question from the jury. They wanted to know if they were bound to pick one of the two recommendations that you each proposed. I told them they were free to use one of them or to pick anything else they wanted out of the Student Discipline Manual." The counselor said to me privately, "Well that's a good thing I think. It means they aren't just going to go with the prosecutor plan, but they may pick something in the middle, or they might give you less than you asked for." The jury filed in. "Have you reached a decision?" the judge asked. "We have. We, the jury, having found William Bryant guilty of Improper Lavatory Behavior recommend that his lavatory privileges be revoked and that he wear diapers to contain his bodily function." There were gasps from some of those watching. The counselor patted me on the shoulder, "Sorry kid, thought you had swayed them." I was aghast, almost three years of diapers laid ahead of me. "Furthermore," the jury foreman continued but was not well heard in the buzz of the room. The judge slammed his gavel, and it got quieter, "FURTHERMORE," the juror continued, "because of his violation of the previous restriction, we recommend a uniform modification that he not wear trousers over the diaper, so it is clear he is on restriction." The judge banged his gavel. "So ordered, sentence to begin immediately." My head reeled. The assistant principal and the school nurse pulled me aside. My pants were gone, and then my underwear and a diaper was done up on me. "Back to class now," the AP directed. With red face and in a semi daze I walked out into the hall to the stares and giggles of the student body Chapter 2 – Debbie Find Out About Restriction Students on Lavatory Restriction must wear a diaper..." Debbie had read this in the Student Code of Conduct book ten times. At first, she was shocked that the school could even mete out punishment like that, but something kept tugging at her. She began to fantasize about that punishment. The concept scared her. She'd be embarrassed and repulsed by the idea. And the concept of using it was even more repulsive. This would never happen to her. She was always a good girl. She'd never seen the principal's office or detention in ten years of going to school. Still, the idea played with her. She kept going back to the code of conduct for the details. Lavatory Restriction could be invoked for abuse of the lavatories and in certain other cases. It went like one day on restriction for the first offense, a week for the second, and then the dreaded revocation of lavatory privs for the third. She kept her ears open and heard of students having been sentenced to it in various degrees. She couldn't imagine it herself. It was all too severe, but still, the concept intrigued her for some reason. One day she had boarded the bus for the ride home. A not-too-close friend, Linda, boarded and plopped down beside her. Linda's eyes were red. Had she been crying? "Are you OK?" Debbie asked. "Yeah, well no I'm pissed. Had a run in with Mr. Dennis. Tried turning on the old water works but it didn't soften the bastard's heart any." Mr. Dennis was one of the assistant principals, and Linda had obviously tried crying to get out of whatever mess she had gotten into. "What happened?" "I was caught hanging out in the girl's room during fifth period. I've got chemistry in sixth period with Matt and I wanted to make sure I looked good." Linda was boy crazy if nothing else. Matt was her lab partner in Chemistry and the new object of her desire. "Anyhow I got caught, and you can't work your way out of it with Dennis. He through the book at me." Debbie snapped to attention now. "Lavatory Restriction?" "Yep." She handed over the papers she was carrying. One was a letter to the parents informing them of what had transpired. The other was the details of the restriction. Debbie read this carefully. It detailed what kind of diapers, when Linda was to report, etc, and so forth. She read it three times. When she got home, Debbie got on the internet. She now had details, and she searched for adult diapers as described in Linda's letter. Wow, there were more than a few. She looked at sizing. She looked up her waist and hips on the size chart. She'd be a small. What was she doing? She was not on Lavatory Restriction, and she certainly wasn't going to be. After Linda's day in diapers, Debbie found she wanted details. She had to be careful. She wanted to seem concerned, but not ghoulish nor let Linda know that there was some fascination with the underlying punishment. "How'd it go?" she asked. "Ah, it was nothing," Linda said. "I mean it felt weird and frankly I had to put on a skirt because all my jeans are too tight to wear that thing under. Other than that, dealing with my parents was worse than what happened at school. Hell, Matt kept his eyes on me all sixth period. I think it was just the skirt. I don't wear them much, but if it turns him on, maybe I should." It went on that her father had made her pay for the diapers as part of her punishment. Linda went on about Matt and how she was wasting money she could have spent on cosmetics. "Like I paid $18 and only used two out of the whole bag." "Two?" Debbie asked. "I did have to go." "Eeeuuu..." Debbie pretended disgust. "It's no big thing, it's just pee," Linda stated. Debbie dared not prolong the conversation and Linda was well onto talking about Matt anyhow. Still, her mind wandered to her envisioning what Linda's day was like. Dressing, peeing in the diaper. The fact that there was a whole bag of diapers less two still somewhere at Linda's intrigued her as well. Could she get one? They were just going to waste. No, she couldn't ask that. Chapter 3 – Debbie Gets It Weeks went on, but Debbie's mind kept wandering to the subject. She reread the code of conduct. She spent time online looking at medical supply sites envisioning diapers. Could it happen to her? Could she make it happen? She dreamed of it happening. She figured she could do it. Linda just hung out int he bathroom during class. She had never cut class let alone did something that could get her in deep trouble. It nagged at her. She decided she would do it. She planned that she'd just linger in the bathroom and get caught. It wasn't a heinous crime, and she could explain it to her parents. All she would have to do is go in between classes and stay there. Monday I'll do it. After third period she went in and pretended to pee. She just sat there in the stall. The bell rang. She couldn't do it. She hustled off to class. Tuesday she didn't even get that far. Wednesday the teacher in math was going to go over the questions on the recent exam that Debbie got a 100% on. If there was a class, she could miss this was it. She lingered in the stall until the bell rang. When the bathroom grew quiet, she came out. Linda was just doing makeup. Debbie didn't carry much, but she had some lip gloss. She pulled the little brush from the bottle and began to apply it intently. Minutes passed. She reapplied the same thing three times. This was stupid. Nobody was coming, and she was just wasting time in this stupid bathroom. She decided she'd just go back to class. She'd make up some excuse with the math teacher. It wouldn't be a problem she was ten minutes late to class. Out to bathroom door and she turned towards class. "Young lady!" a voice boomed behind her. Mr. Dennis. "Do you have a pass." She turned, nearly petrified. "No," she said sheepishly. "Do you have any excuse for this misbehavior?" "No." "Come with me." Oh my god. It was happening. It was happening. She wanted it to stop. Could she get out of it? What excuse could she give? Was she sick? She started to cry but remembered Linda trying that. In his office, Mr. Dennis started his lecture. "You are well aware that to be out of class requires a pass. You also should understand from your review of the code of conduct at the beginning of the year that you're expected to use the lavatory on your own time. I'm going to give you a day of lavatory restriction. Do you know what that entails?" Debbie couldn't even speak at this point. "Good." Mr. Dennis was shuffling papers. "Please show these to your parents." It was the same papers she had seen with Linda. He also handed her a hall pass and told her to get back to class. Linda read over the papers on the way back to class. It was the same as Linda's except they now had her name on it. It was going to happen. She was filled with dread and excitement. Her restriction was set for the following Monday. When she got home, she told her mother she had been in a little trouble at school and handed over the papers. At first, mother clucked at her for being in trouble, but she got angry? This is the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. She was going to give this Mr. Dennis a piece of her mind. Debbie wanted to avoid the fuss. Part of her hoped mom would get her out of this. Part of her wanted her not even to try. The next day when she got home, there it was on the counter. A bag of Super Adult Briefs, size small. She stopped and examined the bag. Just touching the plastic itself was electric. "The woman at MedMart said those were the best they had. I talked to Mr. Dennis, but I got nowhere. I guess you made your bed; you'll have to lie in it. I figured you shouldn't be any more uncomfortable than you need be." "Thanks, mom." was all Debbie could muster. She wanted nothing more than to rip the bag open and try one. "Perhaps you should go upstairs and make sure they fit, dear." "I guess you're right," Debbie said trying to hide any real interest. She went upstairs and read the bag. There were pictures on the back showing how to put them on, but other than having two tapes per side, they were no different than baby diapers. She opened the bag and pulled one out. She just stared at it for a while. Then she slid off her jeans and panties and plopped down on the bed and put it on. She stood up and looked in the mirror. She realized her shirt was tucked into the diaper and pulled it out. She looked for a while. She started to get hot. This was all so strange. She pulled her jeans back on, and she could struggle and get them fastened. While she didn't wear hers as tight as Linda, it was still a tight fit with the diaper. She could hardly move. She took them back off. Linda had suggested a skirt. She had a dress in her closet and slipped that on. That was a lot easier. She spun around in front of the mirror. It didn't show which was good. She still, however, felt the bulk between her legs. Was she going to walk bowlegged? No, it wasn't that bad. Her mother came up and knocked. She opened the door. "Well?" "They fit fine. The jeans were a bit tight over them, but I think I'll wear this on Monday." "Good. You can change back now. Your father got home, and dinner's almost ready." Debbie toyed with the idea of leaving the diaper on, but no, she wasn't ready for that. She very carefully undid the tapes and stored the bag of diapers and the one she had tried on in the closet and put her t-shirt and jeans back on and went down to dinner. Monday morning came. She ate breakfast, showered, made sure to pee one last time. It was her big day, and she was excited. She had laid the diaper and dress out the night before. She had also packed a small gym bag with two extras and some wipes as advised in the instructions from school. She got dressed and headed out for the bus. Sitting on the bus, she felt the bulk of the diaper. Every time she moved her legs, it was electrifying. She was scared someone would find out. She could never be as nonchalant about it as Linda. But she was excited never the less. She reported to the office, and Mr. Dennis asked if she was wearing her diaper. She lifted her skirt to show him. He led her to the "changing room" and showed her were to stow her bag. "Only during passing time or lunch, and I'd recommend lunch when you have time to do it. I will not be writing passes for you spending too much time changing." Off she went to homeroom. As she walked down the hall she looked at herself. Could others tell? She couldn't tell when Linda was on restriction. Sitting down in homeroom, she felt the padding below her and between her legs. It was electric. She was actually doing it. What was this about this that was so exciting? She could hardly pay attention to what was going on. She stood up for the pledge, again the bulk between her legs as she stood at attention jolted her. The day went on, she tried to keep her mind on schoolwork, but it was hard. The dress added to the excitement. She rarely wore them and moving through the halls the breeze on her bare legs up to the point of the diaper just reminded her of what was going on under the dress. After lunch, she realized that she had to pee. She knew that it was required that she do so in the diaper. She held it for a while, but during the droning of her next to last class, she decided to try. She couldn't at first. Years of training kept her from being able to go sitting in class. She closed her eyes and thought about it. A trickle started, and she quickly stopped it. She opened her eyes and looked around. All the students were sitting there either looking at the teacher or half asleep. She tried again this time letting the flow go. She felt the warmth build as she experienced the relief. Again she was excited. Here she was in the middle of History peeing away. Again she looked around as if someone was going to detect what she was doing, but no, they were still the same. As she walked to her final class, she felt the diaper pull at her hips. Obviously, it was much heavier having soaked up the load of pee. There wasn't too much of a feeling of being wet, though when she sat down, she felt it. Linda caught her on the bus. "Trying to catch a boy?" she asked. Debbie didn't catch that this was a reference to the dress. "Or did you get lavatory restriction?" Now Debbie caught on. She blushed. "I'm sorry for you. Mine sucked." "It's OK. It's over now. I'll change when I get home." When she got home, her mother inquired how her day went. "It wasn't too bad. I gotta change though." She grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and went upstairs. She took off the dress and stared a second at the wet saggy diaper in the mirror. She began to have second thoughts about the whole idea. As exciting as it was, this is the reality. A girl standing in a soaked diaper. Sitting in her own pee all the last hour. She ripped off the diaper and stuffed it into the plastic bag and tied it off before she could smell it. She headed off into the shower and got back to normal. She thought her experiment would satisfy her for a while. The aftermath reminded her it wasn't all fun and games. One evening she went to the closet and retrieved the diaper she had test fit when they first arrived. She put it back on. She climbed into bed and gently rubbed herself to sleep. As time went on the desire started returning stronger. Could she do it again? This time it would be a week. No, she couldn't keep doing this. If she'd get caught a third time, she'd be irrevocably going to school in diapers. That would be terrible, or would it? No, she couldn't risk it a second time. Sure she could. She went back and forth for weeks. Chpater 4 – Debbie Sees Bill It was during this period that Bill Bryant came to her attention. Here was a boy openly walking around wearing a diaper and from appearances using it. From listening to the scuttlebutt without appearing too inquisitive, she found out he had been put on revocation as well as getting a double whammy from the student court of the uniform modification. She'd seen other students on uniform modification, but that usually meant a day or week wandering around in the underwear, but this obviously intrigued her. One day she watched intently as she saw Bill walking down the hall towards her and turned and followed him with her eyes as he walked away. "Nice ass in that diaper, but no way I'm going to hang out with a boy in soggy pants." It was Linda speaking. She knocked Debbie out of her daze. Of course, Linda was only interested in the guy whereas Debbie was looking at the diaper. "Oh, I wasn't... I mean it's just so weird I had to look." "Love it when the guys get a uniform modification. 'specially the ones in briefs. Love getting a look at the shape of their package." Debbie felt safe that her cover wasn't blown. To Linda, everything was about guys. Still, now the desire was getting stronger as was the idea of finding out more about Bill. After a week or so, she figured out his schedule. She managed to find herself where she knew he would be. One day as he was approaching she pretended to "accidentally" drop her books. It was a lame trick, but it worked. As she stooped down to pick up her books, he stopped and got down to help her. Their eyes met for a second as he handed her one of her books. "Thanks," was all she could muster. "No problem," he said, and he stood up, and he was gone. She was blushing, and she was in a daze at the encounter. Damn it. Why was all this happening? The bell rang for class. She felt a welling of resolve. She slowly walked down the hall. She saw a teacher walking towards her, and she sharply turned into the girl's room and placed her books down and slid down the wall and sat there. A minute or so later the teacher entered. "Young lady? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class? Do you have a pass?" Debbie just sat there silent. "Young lady!" The teacher said with more emphasis. Debbie stood up. The teacher wrote out a discipline slip and directed her to the office. In short order, she got a scolding by Mr. Dennis and a week's worth of lavatory restriction to "think about it." "Fine," Debbie thought and went back to class. Mom didn't say much when I showed her the paperwork. She just asked if I had enough diapers. I did. Monday came along, and it was time to diaper up. I put the diaper on and pulled on the dress and off I went. As with the first time, I was excited. The air on my legs up to the bulk of the diaper was exhilarating. I was naughty, and nobody else knew. When I had to go late in the day I went. Again I checked around, but nobody knew. The second day was equally good. I didn't worry about peeing before school. I wet myself during second period but decided to keep in the wet diaper until lunch. Walking down the hall, I felt the weight and increased bulk of the now wet diaper. A little dampness while seated heightened the situation. Walking to lunch, I met Bill coming the other way. I patted the front of my dress over the diaper. Did he notice? Would he understand what I was getting at? This was the first day I had ever changed at school. Mr. Dennis had shown me a small room when I checked in. It had a lot of cubby holes where we could store our diapers and a couple of small rooms we could change in. I went in, set a sheet of paper provided on the hard changing table and did a quick change. I could get used to this I thought. It was way better than using the bathroom even without the added benefit of the charge it was giving me. Wednesday the world changed for me. By the middle of first period, I began to cramp. I became aware that I was going to have to poop. I needed to use the bathroom, but it was forbidden to me. I did my best to hold it in but moving between third and fourth-period classes I had to succumb. At first, I felt relief that the pressure was gone in my bowels, but soon the sticky mess mushroomed through the diaper over my rear. I didn't have time to make it to change, so I moved to class and sat down gingerly. I smooshed into the mess. I was disgusted. Here I was sitting in a pile of my own shit, and it had been entirely of my own doing. As I sat there, I also began to realize that I was beginning to smell. Finally, the bell rang, and I moved as fast as I could to the changing room. It took a whole package of wipes to clean myself up. It was truly disgusting wiping poop off myself. I put the replacement diaper off and scrubbed my hands. Leaving the room, I almost crashed headlong into Bill. He's standing there in his diaper smiling. I can't look at him and run out. My world has changed. This isn't exciting or fun anymore. I just want out and back in panties. I want to be allowed to use the toilet. I don't want to look at Bill in his diaper. I don't want to have anything to do with this disgusting pastime anymore. Problem is I still have two more days of this. It's not something I'm anymore looking forward to. I spend my last two days. It's no fun. Even peeing brings shame to me, the weight and wetness reminding me of how stupid I've been. If I never see a diaper again, it will be too soon. Chapter 5 – Debbie Goes To Court Debbie didn't think much about diapers for the rest of the year, or Bill. Just the thought of poopy diapers when the inkling arose was enough to push the idea out of her head. Summer came, and summer went. The new school year started, and Linda started jabbering about what she was going to wear to the homecoming formal. Really for her, she had started planning for the prom already in September. Debbie admitted to herself she'd like to go if she could only find a boy that would ask. School settled down to a dull routine. Then one morning, much as had hit her before, she started to cramp up during math. She was going to ask for a hall pass, but the bell rang. Her next class was on the far side of the building, and it would take most of the passing time to get there. She had to hold it until she could get into the next class and ask for a pass. Further, it was History with Mr. Miller, and he had a "no passes in the first or last five minute" policy. As she got near to the class, she knew she wasn't going to make it. She dove into the girl's room and hoped there was enough time. She had just got her pants down when the late bell rang. Gosh. She did her business as fast as she could and got out of there. As she hit the hall, she gasped. Mr. Dennis was right there. "Do you have someplace you're supposed to be?" he inquired. "Mr. Miller's history class. But I had to go really badly," she replied. "Get going!" he admonished. Wow, she thought. I dodged a big one. That could have been another lavatory violation. She shuddered at the thought. Did they reset the offense count at the beginning of the year? She wasn't even sure she wanted to do one day in diapers at this point. Later on, she caught a glimpse of Bill. He was pants-less as usual, but now was wearing a real thick diaper and gosh were those little teddy bears on it? He did look cute in them. Big baby. The next morning in homeroom, her teacher dropped an envelope in front of her. "What's this?" she thought as she opened it. You are summoned to student court on Tuesday, September 22 at 3 PM to answer the charge "Lavatory Violation (3rd offense)." "Holy crap." She hadn't got out of the violation yesterday. The letter went on to describe that she could discuss with guidance about counselor bring another student. At lunch, she went to guidance and got an appointment with her counselor. She detailed the situation of the other morning that it wasn't intentional, she had to go. Mrs. Bartlett, the counselor, said "Well, it's rare that Mr. Dennis bends the rules. There are a lot of kids who've spent a day in diapers just to give them the incentive to toe the line, but you seem to have a history of this seeing how it's your third offense. Probably there were more times you weren't caught?" "No," Debbie said, "and this time it wasn't intentional like the others. I had to go." "You mean this time you had to go, but the other times you were intentionally violating the rules without reason?" Debbie sheepishly confessed, "I intentionally broke the rules so I'd get caught and placed on restriction." "Well, I wouldn't mention that in court. You can try your "I had to go badly story" in court and see if it gets you some sympathy from the student jury. So Tuesday came. Mr. Dennis read the details of what had happened. Debbie plead not guilty and explained her case down to the details of the cramps and Mr. Miller's pass policy. The verdict came quickly: "Guilty" followed by the sentence "Lavatory privileges revoked." Well, so much for fantasies. Here was reality. She'd spend the rest of high school in a diaper. She had to explain to her mother she'd need a whole lot more diapers than the remnants of the package from last year. The next morning, she went into the closet and pulled out one of the remaining diapers and put it on. The old comfortable sensation came back. She pulled out her dress and put it on. She looked through the closet. She had a couple of dresses, and maybe two skirts, and one long dress. She'd need to get more or find some pants that fit over diapers. Off to school, she went. She felt better than she had in a while. She held off wetting until late in the day, but the freedom came back to her. That night she got on the internet and ordered a sample pack of diapers from one of the sites she had perused earlier. It came a few days later, and she worked through them one at a time. She found one that was moderately thick but she could wet it heavily early in the day and despite a little added bulk and weight, it held until she went home. She'd found her brand and ordered a case of them. Chapter 6 – Debbie Gets Bill Now that she was back to being diaper girl, she began to seek out Bill again. She was still nervous around him. What could she do to get his attention? Would he accept her as a kindred spirit? She tried smoothing down her skirt as she passed him, maybe he could tell. It seemed not to work. He was either oblivious or just as nervous as she was. Well hell, she thought. I'm the girl who intentionally gets herself put in diapers. The next morning she pulled out a skirt she hadn't worn. It was shorter than she had dared. It would be too easy to inadvertently expose herself. She always felt risqué wearing it when it was just panties that might have been seen. As nervous as those initial times wearing the diaper had been, the skirt made her nervous. She was careful moving and sitting to keep it placed properly and her legs together. Then she saw him in the hall. "Here goes nothing," she thought. She did the book drop trick in front of him again. As he got down to help her, rather than squatting herself, she turned and bent forward at the waist. "That should give him a good view." As she straightened, she could see something in his eyes. "Thanks," she said. Later in the Library, he was sitting alone at one table. Debbie sat in a chair opposite him. She glanced around and slowly opened her legs. She kept an eye out for others, but this should give him a good view. After a few minutes, he came over and sat beside her. "You can stop flashing me now. I get the picture. Do you want to go someplace and talk?" he whispered. She blushed slightly and nodded and followed him. They went outside and sat on a bench. "I'm Bill," he started, "but you probably new that." He went on to tell his story of the lavatory restriction and the uniform modification and his mother's reaction over the summer. The baby print diapers that followed and the summer babysitter. How he hoped his dad would go to bat for him soon and get him out of being pantless all the time. How he didn't think he would get out of wearing diapers 24/7 for a long time. Debbie explained how she had just gotten the revocation. That she still wore panties other than at school. Then she figured that she better get her secret off her chest. "Do you like wearing diapers?" she asked. "Well, like isn't the right word. I guess I'm used to them now. I do wish I could be like other kids rather parading around like baby Huey all the time." "I like them," she confessed. "I don't mind wearing them other than if I have to poop." "Yeah, I hate that too. I'll never get used to that." This answered her question about him with loads in his pants. She tried not to dwell on that idea. "...and I really like the way you look in yours." "Gee, thanks. So you restriction turned you into a diaper lover?" "Well..." she paused, "the first two times I intentionally got caught violating the rules so I'd get put on restriction." "Oh," he thought this is interesting. "That's OK." So they hit it off. Here was a girl who liked diapers and him in them and here he was accepting of a girl also in diapers." After some hints dropped by bringing up Linda, he broached the question... "You know the homecoming formal at the Hilton is coming up." "Yes..." "Would you like to go?" "I thought you would never get around to asking." Well, he would have to get a tux, and she was going to have to get a nice dress. Of course, Linda had hers, but she was always game for more shopping. Debbie went home and peeled off the diaper and put on panties and off they went shopping for dresses. Bill hit the men's formal shop and found a tux that fit well over the diaper. Debbie found a sleek satin dress in a deep violet color. She was looking forward to this. A few days later he came up, and she could tell something was wrong... "I just went to get the tickets to the formal." "And?" "I found out something. Even though it's at the Hilton, it's still a school function. Dennis told me our restrictions are still in effect." Debbie took a step back. "Crap!" she was going to have to wear a diaper under that dress, and Bill was going to look ridiculous. with a tux with no pants. "Do you still want to go?" he asked. "Do you?" she asked. "I just want to be with you." "Then let's go. We'll work something out." Debbie headed off to the medical supply store. She found a kindly woman in the back and explained the situation. She needed the thinnest diaper she could get. No, she couldn't get by with a pull-up. The school rule required tape on diapers. After digging through the catalogs and yes, she had a sample of a slimline here that Debbie could try. Debbie went home and put it on and put the dress on over. There was some shadow, but it wasn't too noticeable. This could work. Bill said his mother had taken to the project as well. She was working on something to make the tux work. Debbie spent all afternoon working on her hair. As the moment arrived, she went into the bathroom and forced herself to go. She pulled off the panties and taped on the slimline brief and smoothed her dress back down. The doorbell rang. The door opened, and she heard Bill's voice speaking to her parents. She had warned them of what to expect. She glided down the stairs to find Bill standing there holding the box with her corsage in it. His mother had done a good job. She'd hemmed the tails of the shirt up, so they ended neatly under his vest. He was sporting a pair of plastic pants with a satin finish that complemented the material of the suit. "You look great," he said pinning the corsage to her. "You too." Off they went to the dance as they got to the door, Mr. Dennis was there and called them aside. He was checking the underwear status of the restricted in attendance. He nodded at Bill's outfit. Debbie lifted her skirt to reveal the diaper, and they were admitted. Normally the homecoming king and queen were the center of attention, but Debbie and Will made their way out to the edge of the floor. "Ready?" she asked. They glided together onto the floor as other's gave them room. All eyes were on them. They then went and sat down wondering about that spectacle. Linda came up with her date and said "You guys made an appearance." Debbie said, "The diaper duo strikes again." Linda looked confused, and Debbie whispered to her that she was diapered too being now on permanent restriction. Linda gave a surprised look and then asked if she could dance with Bill. Linda was an attention hog and wouldn't pass up that opportunity to be seen. Linda's date asked Debbie to dance as well. All in all, it was a great dance. Chapter 7 -- It Gets Worse Debbie had been hanging out with Bill a while. Mostly at school and right after, but they have had a few dates where Bill's parents begrudgingly allowed him pants. Things seemed to be going pretty well until one morning at school he seemed a bit out of sorts. "What's up, Bill?" Deb asked. "Oh, it's just this whole diaper thing. It's getting me down." "I know what you mean." "Do you?" he snapped. "At least you wanted this. And you have some level of anonymity. I'm forever going to be known as the diaper boy even if my dad manages to appeal my uniform modification." Deb was a little taken back. Sure the first times she had broken the rules on purpose, but the time that got her lavatory access revoked wasn't, and she had long washed the idea of wanting to be in diapers out of her head after her pooping incident. "People know that I am, too," she argued, but it did little to lower Bill's ire. What was wrong with him. Didn't he understand they were both in this together and if he liked her, why was he hostile to her? They were quiet for a few minutes, but any attempt to talk just seemed to raise the tension. Finally, as they were walking past the girl's room Bill gave her a shove and she crashed to the door nearly falling to the ground. Deb was partially mortified because he had gotten physical with her and partially because she was now on forbidden ground. She stumbled flat on her butt in the doorway. Bill at once realized he'd made a massive mistake. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he cried, as he held out his hand to help her up. Deb didn't want any part of this. She yanked back her hand and skittered back in further and got the door shut between them. What was she going to do? She just sat there. Bill just stood staring at the door when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned around and froze stiff. Mr. Dennis. "Come out of there, young lady," he shouted at the door. Deb had been crying, but now a lightning bolt struck her. She knew it was Dennis. She wiped her eyes. Stood up and came out. "What am I going to do with the two of you?" he asked. The question was rhetorical. They once again were handed summonses to the student court. The both of them. Bill took responsibility in court. He admitted that he had pushed Deb into the bathroom and Deb had no responsibility for what happened. Deb thawed a little at this action, but she was still mad. They sat silently while the jury deliberated. Bill asked the guidance counselor what could happen. Nearly anything, he was told. Most likely his revocation would be affirmed which would kill any chance of having that relaxed. They just waited. All he wanted was for them not to punish Deb. They were both found guilty and then the sentence was read: "The revocation for both William and Deborah is affirmed." There it went, no chance they would ever get out of diapers. "The use of the changing room is revoked." The implications of this were staggering, while Deb usually just stayed in the wet diaper until she could get home, if she ever had to poop again, she'd have to carry the load the rest of the day. "And finally..." They looked at each other, could it get worse? "Uniform modification for both parties: underwear only." Uh oh. They knew what that meant. Bill would now be walking around school in just the diaper. Deborah would be allowed a bra, but otherwise, she'd just be in a diaper. They'd be truly the diaper king and queen now. "I'm really, really sorry," Bill tried again with Deb. She was just too stunned to say anything and hustled out of the room. The next morning, Bill knew the drill. He'd been coming to school with no pants for pretty near a year now. Fortunately, it was warm, so he got dressed in the morning by putting on a clean diaper and his sneakers. Deb had a more difficult time. She was standing at the door with her bra and diaper. It was a little chilly she thought so she grabbed a windbreaker. At least it would cover her up en route even if it had to come off once she entered the school grounds. Both parents offered them rides that morning. With similar mindset as the cars were pulled up in the school, they each took a deep breath and walked into the building. They didn't even look at each other or try to look at anybody else while they made their way to homeroom. The parents, on the other hand, were watching this intently, and after the children were gone, they suggested they have coffee to discuss what to do with these kids. Bill had an easier time at first than Deb, having been used to being exposed. Deb felt uncomfortable with all the eyes on her. She had seen other girls in underwear only uniform modifications, but unlike the diapers could never envision herself in that punishment. Around second period, Bill wet his diaper without thinking. Over a year in diapers had taken its toll. Now up to this time, he'd have gone for a fast change between classes, but now he'd know he'd be parading around in the wet diaper. At lunchtime, he hunted out Deb who was sitting by herself. "Can I join you?" Bill asked. Deb nodded. She wasn't going to say anything but the sight of his wet diaper made her smile. "Ewww, you're wet," she commented. He smiled back. "Yeah, I'm pretty much beyond being able to hold it at this point." "I'm trying to go as long as possible. I didn't much care when it was just sitting around in a wet diaper, but now everybody knows what you did." Bill smiled. They were talking again. That was good. Deb did end up peeing in her next to last period. It was chorus and they were standing up on the riser's singing. One of the girls next to her noticed the wet spot growing. "Oh my god! Are you peeing here!" she exclaimed. Deb turned red, but she couldn't stop. The entire Soprano section was watching her soak her diaper. It was one thing that people knew she was wearing a diaper. It was quite another to have them all see you use it. They made it through the day and got home. Deb ran upstairs and peeled off the diaper and then just jumped into bed. She didn't want to face anything more. Of course, for Bill, it was just a diaper change. The next morning Deb arose, showered, and had breakfast. At least time was saved not having to pick out clothes other than a bra. Her mom called up and offered another ride to school. This Deb was thankful for. Even though the bus stop was right in front of her house, she was grateful for a few more minutes of not being out in public in just the diaper. Her mom appeared in the doorway as she was pulling the diaper from the package. This was going to be the last step in getting ready. Her mom was holding something in silver foil and announced: "I have something for you." Deb had no idea what was happening, but her mother stepped beside her and patted her on the inside of the legs to get her to spread them. "What?..." she started to say and then she felt something being pushed up her rear by her mother's finger, way up inside. "This is something that will make it easier for you to go," mom said. Go was the last thing she wanted. What did this mean? "Put your diaper on, and let's go, we'll be late." Despite the hurrying of her mother, she carefully taped on the diaper. She didn't want it sagging or gapping when that's all she was wearing. As with the day before both cars arrived together. Bill and Deb met and walked together. "Did you get a suppository?" Bill asked. "Yes," she didn't know what a suppository was, but she was pretty sure it was what was up her rear right now. "What does it mean?" "I guess there's a good chance we're going to have to poop before too long." Ugh, she thought. "Can we hold it?" "We can try, I guess," Bill said. The idea that she'd have to poop was bad enough. The prospect of sitting in it all day and having everybody know was worse. In homeroom, she felt a burning sensation begin in her rectum. This was uncomfortable, but she felt she could deal with it. As time went on, she started to feel pressure. She clenched her buttocks tightly during the Pledge of Allegiance. She was happy to sit down again. Things weren't good however. When the bell rang, she stood carefully, trying to walk clenched but it was no use. As she made it to the hall, she resigned herself to the inevitable. As with before, there was a momentary feeling of relief as the pressure was released, but soon she felt the mess mushrooming against the diaper and back onto her rear. She had to stop while it was going on and looking around she realized this hadn't gone unnoticed. People were watching her slightly bent over as wave upon wave of poop ballooned out her rear. There was laughter. She made it to class and gingerly sat down in the mess. As with before she was truly disgusted. As class moved on it became more uncomfortable, and she also became aware that she smelled. This was just too much, and she'd be like this the rest of the day. Gosh, this was awful. Sitting in a pile of her own poop for no earthly good reason. Class let out and as she stood the mess was now plastering the diaper firmly to her backside. In addition to the smell, the darkness of the poop was clearly visible through the plastic. As she walked, everybody knew she was carrying a load in her pants like a baby. But unlike a baby, she wasn't going to get changed anytime soon, even if she cried, and she did find herself crying. Of course, Bill had a similar experience, the load was equally apparent when they met at lunch. The last couple of classes dragged. Deb wanted nothing more than school to be out, and she would be home and out of the poopy diaper. A shower sounded good, and then she though her PJ's soft and warm would be perfect after walking around all day in her underwear. Leaving the building, she saw her mother's car out in front of the school. She was thankful that she'd get a ride home. Then she saw Bill and Bill's mom in the car as she climbed in. "How was school today?" her mother asked. Debbie just glared, "The worst day ever. I just want to go home and get changed." "Well, you can get changed, but we've got some shopping to do with Bill and his mother." The next thing she knew they were at the mall. No this couldn't be happening. "There's a shirt for you, Bill. And a dress for you, Debbie." The mothers were passing over some clothes. Thank goodness for small favors. She struggled to put the dress on in the back seat, but she got it on. At least she wouldn't be paraded through the mall in a diaper alone. Bill was still exposed, but she knew this wasn't a new experience for him. He'd been without pants on and off since last summer. As they exited the car, Bill's mom handed him a light blue bag. His diaper bag. He threw it over his shoulder. Again this wasn't new to him. "Let's get you cleaned up first." Their mothers led them through the mall to a family bathroom. From Bill's bag came a changing pad. Deb was first. She got down while her mother carefully untaped the diaper. Bill's mother stood ready with a large container of wipes. Deb looked around for Bill who was carefully averting his eyes from the proceedings. "Bill," she said, and their eyes met, and the two gazed at each other. It was the only way she could get through this. It was one thing to poop in the diaper and to have people know you've pooped it, but to have the poop being wiped off your butt by others was almost too much. Finally clean and in a new diaper, she felt almost normal for the first time of the day. She gazed into Bill's eyes while he was changed but couldn't avoid taking a glance at his erect penis while this was all going on. When all was done, they headed for Babies R Us. "You need a diaper bag of your own," Debbie's mom stated. Debbie glared at her. "You have to have one to carry your diapers. You're not going to be wearing panties anymore." Debbie gasped. No more panties. She knew Bill had gone that way but no, not her. They proceed down the aisles of the store. Bill attracted a few looks from small kids and questions to their mothers "Why is that big boy wearing a diaper?" At least she was spared, or so she thought. A little girl came up and patted her on the rear with both hands. Deb swung around. "Do you wet the bed? My mom says I'm going to have to wear a diaper all the time if I don't stop wetting the bed." Deb just couldn't answer. In addition to the diaper bag, there were wipes, changing pad, a diaper genie, bottles, sippy cups, a cute bowl and a plastic coated spoon. It rapidly became apparent, that home life was going to be baby life. The next stop was the fabric store. Her mother selected yardage in baby prints and some frilly pink material. While she couldn't buy baby clothes in Debbie's size, it became quite apparent that her mom, an accomplished seamstress, was going to make some. They even selected some fabric for Bill. He hadn't had baby clothes. His mother had mostly subjected him to wandering around in just the diaper and a shirt. Chapter 8 – Trouble Again Bill and Debbie were back in the assistant principals waiting room. They were in trouble again. They were sitting in their diapers and in Debbie’s case, a bra. This had been their school uniform for the better part of a year since their last appearance in student court. “What do you think they’re going to do to us?” Debbie asked. “I don’t know what’s left. I mean they could take what’s left of our clothes away, I guess.” Bill responded. “That might be an improvement. I could use the toilet then.” “I don’t know. It’s been so long for me. I’d probably just pee on the floor. That’s not likely to make them happy. They probably could suspend or expel us.” “Mom would freak on that,” Debbie said. “Yeah, mom pretty much told me that if I was suspended, she’d home school me and I wouldn’t like it. I suspect I’d be wearing the diaper alone at home too. Possibly she’d take away my clothes even when we go out.” Debbie thought about this. Both sets of parents had got quite upset the last time. She had to wear the diaper at home, and her clothes had been replaced with frilly little girl dresses and other baby clothes. “Yeah, I’d probably be forced to regress the rest of the way. Complete babyfication. Ugh.” Soon the AP had them in his office. “What am I going to do with you two?” he asked rhetorically. “Normally, I’d give you both a week of uniform medication to the point of nudity. But that isn’t going to work, is it?” The two shook their heads. “Well, I’m going to have to think about this. I’ll call your parents later today with my decision.” With great foreboding, they went back to class. That evening, Bill’s mother met him at the door. “I guess you couldn’t stay out of trouble, could you?” were her first words. Bill didn’t answer. “Well, you’ll pay for it at school tomorrow. I guess I don’t have anything that I need to do.” Bill paused and then asked, “Did they tell you what they are going to do?” “Yes, not all the details, but he asked for my consent, and I gave it. You’ll need to be to school early to meet with the school nurse.” Bill decided he didn’t want to know the details. He did his homework, had dinner and slept fitfully. The next morning, clad only in his typical diaper he found himself in the nurse’s office a half an hour before school began. Debbie soon arrived in her bra and diaper. “Do you know what they are going to do?” she asked. “No, mom was really cagey? You?” “Nope, my parents wouldn’t tell me either.” Soon the nurse called them into the back room. “This is a very new and unusual situation for me. I normally don’t get too involved in school discipline,” she explained. The two looked blankly at her. “You don’t know what is going to happen, do you?” she asked. They shook their heads. “Ok, take off the rest of your clothes,” she said to them. Bill peeled off his diaper. Debbie with a bit of hesitation unclasped her bra and dropped it on the table next to her. She slid the diaper off. Here it was, she thought, this is how I’m going to class. The cool air of the office and her situation caused a shiver. “First, we’re going to take care of your backside,” the nurse announced. She commanded them to lie down and rolled a stand containing two bags on it. The next thing Bill knew he felt something being pushed into his rear. A click and he felt water flowing into his rear. He looked over as the nurse performed the same operation on Debbie. The liquid made him cramp, and he groaned. “Take it easy,” the nurse said, “You’re not even half done,” she said pointing at the bag. Bill watched as the water level slowly decreased in the bag. The cramping got more severe. Finally, it was empty, and the nurse slowly extracted the tube. “You can go expel now,” she said pointing at the toilet. Bill carefully made his way over there and sat down. This was the first time in recent memory he’d actually sat on a toilet. He released his grip and exploded into the toilet. After he was convinced he was done he wiped himself and flushed and took his time washing up. He returned to the main room and shortly Debbie returned for her session with the toilet. “There, that should clean you out well enough that you can make it through the day. But just to be sure, please lie down again.” Bill lied down. Again he felt something being pushed into his rear. Was she going to repeat the process? No a different sensation this time. He felt the thing expanding in his rear. He watched as it was repeated on Debbie. The nurse was squeezing a rubber bulb. This must have inflated the thing in his rear. She shut the valve and removed the bulb. “There, you now are plugged up. If you do need to poop, come back here, and I’ll remove it long enough for you to go. Now the front side.” She went over to wash her hands. Bill looked at Debbie. The tail of the butt plug was protruding from between her cheeks. He reached down and felt the same from his rear. Touching it, he felt the odd sensation of it pulling at his anus. The nurse returned with a tray. “Flip over,” she commanded. Bill did, feeling odd lying there naked, and he had a good erection going. The nurse pulled on rubber gloves and then grabbed hold of his member. Then before he could come to grips with that idea, she produced a tube that she started pushing into his pee hole. This was the oddest, uncomfortable feeling he’d ever experienced. Soon she stopped, and he washed as a yellow liquid started to flow down the tube. Next, he felt a fullness in his bladder and noticed that the nurse was working a syringe. “This inflates a balloon at the end of the catheter and will hold it in place.” She then started strapping things to his leg. One was just a garter to hold the end of the catheter and then a plastic bag which was accumulating the yellow liquid. The nurse changed her gloves and repeated the procedure on Debbie. Debbie made a small shout and started to cry as the catheter hit home. When done, the nurse told them to follow her. Bill stood he could feel the hose dangling out of his rear and looked at the ridiculous sight of a tube sticking out of his dick. He looked over at Debbie. Her tube was coming out of her slit as well. He watched as a flow of urine ran down the tube and started filling the bag. “I guess this isn’t going to leave anything to anyone’s imagination,” he said. Debbie was still sobbing, but she managed to shake her head. With that, they headed off to class. Chapter 9 – Debbie Naked Debbie made her way to homeroom. She was used to people staring at her. She’d been practically naked for the past months wearing just a diaper and bra to school. This was different. The air brushing over her breasts and bare ass was new. And it blew cold over the dampness in her slit as well. She’d seen other students naked, of course. It had intrigued her a bit though she never really intended to try intentionally get herself in trouble as she had done to get diapered. Still, this was different. People were staring at her partially because she was naked and also because there were tubes sticking out of her. It was perverse. As she walked the motion tugged the tube in her urethra. She got to homeroom and sat down. The butt plug was pushed harder into her, and she felt the yanking of the catheter tube. She tried not to move as best she could. The girl in front of her, Mary, turned and stared mouth agape. “What’s with all this?” she asked. “I got into even deeper trouble. They gave me and Bill nude punishment.” “What’s with the hose,” Mary asked. Deb took a deep breath. This wasn’t going to be the last time she’d probably havee to explain this. “They still won’t let us use the bathroom. This is so we can be naked and still go.” Just at this point a flow of urine went down the tube and filtered into the bag. Mary continued to stare. “Do you have to do that while I’m talking to you,” she said shocked. “I can’t control it,” Deb admitted. “This tube goes way up inside me, and it’s held there with a balloon.” “Oh, my God,” Mary gasped. She thought a second. “What about, um, the other side?” “They cleaned me out real good with an enema. Then they stuck a plug up in there.” “Ah, that’s what that is. I thought you’d grown a tail.” Mary laughed. Deb had to admit that it was a wee bit funny herself and laughed. The day went on. Lots of stares. Lots of laughter. Some gasps. She was always getting tugged on by the catheter and the ball blocking her anus was a constant pressure. During one trip between periods, she felt an odd tugging at her anus. She snapped around to see a group of boys laughing. One of them must have yanked on the tail of her plug as a dare. He was lucky she hadn’t crapped on him. The bag on her leg got progressively fuller and heavy. Not only was she subjected to this but she was forced to carry around her waste visible on her leg. At the end of the day, she headed back to the nurse’s office not knowing what else to do. Bill was also there. His leg bag was similarly full. “Your mother’s called,” she said. They said they’ll be here shortly to pick you up. Deb just sat down, looking sad. Bill turned to her. “Pretty bad, eh?” he said. “Yeah, I mean, I thought I was exposed wearing just a diaper, but now there’s no secret. Every time I make water people see it run down my leg. A boy yanked on my plug too.” “I know what you mean. And I’ve been getting erections all day. Every time I get bigger or smaller, this thing rubs the inside of me.” “Ouch,” Deb said instinctively. Soon their respective mothers came, and they spoke to the nurse briefly. The nurse handed each a bag of something, and they came out and collected their kids. “Let’s go,” Deb’s mom said. “Aren’t they going to take these tubes out?” “The nurse says you’re OK to keep them in for the duration.” “Don’t I get to get dressed, at least put a diaper on?” “No, if it’s good enough for school that you be like this, it’s good enough for home.” Deb resigned herself to follow her mother. Outside was a different story as she got into the car she felt even more exposed. They drove home in silence. Once parked outside her mother took her by the hand around to the backyard. First, she reached down to Deb’s leg bag and squeezed the valve at the bottom. “Hold this open until it’s fully drained,” Deb’s mother told her. She did and watched the urine drain from the bag onto the ground. While she was doing this, her mother was busying herself with the contents of the bag from the nurse. She was running water from the hose bib. When she turned, Deb saw her mother had filled an enema bag. “Oh no,” Deb vocalized. “Oh yes,” her mother said, and she came over and fiddled with the tail protruding from Deb’s rear. She heard a hiss and felt the plug deflate inside her. Her mother pulled sharply, and Deb felt the remains of the plug yank from her rear. It was soon replaced with the enema nozzle, and the flow started. Deb’s mom hung the bag on a nail and proceeded to rinse off the plug and fiddle with something else. Deb just stood there, naked in her backyard with a hose in both ends of her. She watched the bag drain and doubled over with the cramps of the cold water inside her. Finishing the bag, her mother yanked the tube from her. She continued to cramp and bent over holding her stomach. “Well,” said her mother. “What?” said Deb confused. “You don’t think I’m going to let you walk through the house ready to explode like that, do you? Besides, you’re not allowed to use the toilet.” Deb understood. She released her grip and let a stream of water erupt for her rear. It subsided and then she pushed, and another appeared. This repeated twice. “Done?” her mother asked. Deb nodded. Her mother took the hose and sprayed Deb’s rear. She then pushed the plug back in and pumped it quickly. She inflated it to a much larger degree than the nurse had. “OK, you can come inside now.” Deb found sleeping with the catheter even more disturbing. But eventually, she fell asleep. Before she knew it, her mother was calling her name. She opened her eyes. “Time to rise and shine, honey.” She dragged herself out of bed and was led into the bathroom. She froze as she got through the door seeing the enema bag hanging on the shower curtain rod. “Let’s get you cleaned out,” her mother said. “Stand in the tub while I pull that thing out.” Deb did as instructed and she heard the hiss and felt the thing being yanked from inside her. Almost immediately the enema tube entered her, and the water started. Her mother sat on the closed toilet and watched as the bag drained into her. The last third seemed to take forever, and Deb felt the cramping start. Her mother finally pulled out the tube. Deb looked pleadingly at her mother, but she remained seated on the toilet. “Mom?” “No dear, you know you aren’t to be using the toilet. Deb knew what she had to do. She squatted down in the tub, and a stream of liquid gushed from her rear. A few chunks of feces blew out as well and then more liquid. When she was done her mother reinserted the plug and pumped it up hard inside her. “Shower up now, and make sure all that goes down the drain. I don’t want to find poo in here. Don’t forget to drain you other bag too.” She left, and Deb turned on the water, hot. She watched as things swirled down the drain and then reached over and opened the valve on her leg bag and watched it’s yellow contents go down the drain, too.” She turned up temperature hot and steamed herself calm. After her shower, she started to dry herself and then felt it. “Crap,” she thought. She dug through the bathroom cabinets and came up with a tampon and inserted it. She hadn’t thought much about her period, having to wear what amounted to the worlds largest maxi pad all the time. It was just one more thing that went into the diaper. Now she had things stuck in all of the holes down there. She got dressed and had breakfast, and her mother drove her to school. It was more of the same, but they really couldn’t do much more to her. The tampon string didn’t escape attention either. This was just peachy. Bill caught up with her at lunch. “How’s it going?” he asked. “Ugh,” she said recounting her night. Bill said that he had gotten home and his mother told him HE was indecent. She told him to put a diaper on which he did over the catheter. “On one hand, it didn’t get wet since all the pee was running into the bag. And I did get remove the plug overnight.” “Did you enema this morning?” “Yeah, mom made me expel it in a diaper.” “I got to erupt in the shower,” she admitted. The second day at school wasn’t any better for Debbie. She came to realize she was a spectacle. She realized that girls who got uniform modifications attracted a lot of attention, the fact that she had these tubes sticking out of her made her more of a freak show than a stripper display. By the end of the day she had quite a weight on her leg. She made her way to the nurse’s office. “Oh, your bag is overfull, come let me help you drain that. You need to watch that and come in earlier,” the nurse said leading her to the bathroom. Great, thought Debbie. They make me wear this silly thing and then chastise me for not doing it right. By the time she came out, Bill was there. Soon their mothers arrived. The mothers chatted briefly with the nurse and then Debbie’s mom approached her holding a diaper. “Let’s get you covered up. It was indecent of you wandering around naked yesterday,” Debbie’s mom said. Indecent? Debbie thought. Indecent I’ve been all day in front of everybody in the school. But still this was a small respite, and Debbie lied down on the cot. Debbie’s mother fiddled with the tail of the butt plug, and Debbie felt it being yanked out. Small favors, at least she wouldn’t have to endure another backyard enema and have the stupid plug in her all night. A diaper was taped in place. Next Debbie’s mom unhooked the catheter from the leg bag and tucked it into the diaper. She removed the straps and leg bag. They road home in silence. When they got home Debbie decided to do homework. As she sat at her desk, she felt her self getting wet in an odd place. The catheter was discharging her pee into the diaper. For one, it was in an odd place. Second, it was something she had no control over. She was now like a baby. Wetting with no control whatsoever. At bedtime, she put another diaper on. At least it was easier sleeping this way than having the bag attached. She slept more soundly and was awakened by her mother in the morning dragging her to the bathroom. Her diaper was lowered and the enema nozzle inserted and then her mother yanked the diaper back into place and opened the valve. Debbie knew what was expected. She took the full bag, groaning at the cramps the foreign liquid was causing. Once the bag was empty, she felt her mother yank the tube out and Debbie immediately exploded into the diaper. “Good girl,” her mother laughed. “Now get ready for school.” Debbie carefully removed and disposed of the sodden diaper. She hopped into the shower and got clean. She dried herself and noticed urine dribbling from the tube. Crap, she thought, and then giggled. No, urine, she corrected herself. She got a diaper and put it in place. She took a wipe and cleaned up the dribble. The rest of the week was just a repeat of this. Debbie would go to school and remove the diaper and have the butt plug inserted. Friday arrived, and while the nurse removed the tube finally from Debbie’s bladder, she left in the butt plug. “Your mother wants it for some reason,” the nurse explained. “She can retrieve it when you get home. Here’s the inflator,” the nurse said handing her a rubber squeeze bulb. Great, Debbie thought, she wanted to be done with the thing. When she got home, her mother told her to remove the plug, clean it off and put it away in her underwear drawer. Underwear, Debbie thought, you mean my diaper drawer. Oh well, at least she could take the thing out of her. She reached back and fiddled with it and found the valve. She heard the hiss as the air inside escaped and she yanked it out. She rinsed it off and dried it and put it and the bulb in with her diapers. Chapter 9 – College Visit Monday morning in homeroom, once again in a diaper and bra she chatted with Mary. “I see you’re back in pampers,” Mary said. “Yeah, small favors,” Deb replied. “I guess you’re used to this,” Mary commented. “Yeah, except since things were pulled out, I’m noticing that I’m actually leaking a bit. I mean, I’ve always had control, I had to make a conscious effort to go in the diaper, now a few times it’s come out…both ends.” “That’s too bad. Hopefully it won’t last,” Mary said, then added, “Don’t you have a college interview coming up this week?” Deb brightened. “Yes, I’m supposed to go to Newcastle on Friday.” This made her feel better. She had already gotten into State, but that was a safety. She wanted to go to Newcastle, and she figured her grades and SATs were good enough to stand a chance. Newcastle was one of the best schools around and while only an hour away it was far enough that she wouldn’t be enticed to live at home and compute. If she ended up at State, her mother would probably try to get her to live at home. Still, it was a pipe dream. Even if she could get in, it would be expensive, and they’d have to give her a lot of financial aid if she was going to be able to go. Deb pouted, it probably would be State, living at home, and probably still wearing diapers. Deb reminded her mother of the appointment, and her mom agreed to let her have the car so she could drive up herself on Friday. Thursday night, Deb looked through her closet. Oddly, she had grown a bit over the past year, and a lot of her clothes didn’t fit. Most of her pants were too tight to wear with diapers and seeing how she didn’t need school clothes; her mother hadn’t bought her anything lately. She pulled out her nicest dress and tried it on. Yes, it still fit well. This was it. She thought a bit and looked through the drawers. Alas, it was for not, there was not one pair of panties to be found. Besides, she thought, the way things were going of late, she didn’t dare not wear protection less she leak all the place during the interview. She thought a bit longer and came up with a plan. She set out her dress for the next morning and packed her diaper bag. She looked through her dresser and found the foul device and put it in the bag. She knew what she could do. The next morning after breakfast, she put on a clean diaper and her good dress and hit the road. Just short of Newcastle she pulled into a drug store, grabbed her diaper bag, and went inside. She found the two items she wanted, paid for them, and found her way into the ladies room. She got in the stall, pulled off her diaper, and sat on the toilet to put things in motion. First, she opened the first box. A Fleet enema. She read the instructions. Simple really. Put it up her butt and squeeze. She did this and held it for a few minutes as recommended. She expelled it as completely as she could and then reached into the bag for the butt plug. She pushed that up her rear and reinflated it. How much? She didn’t know, but when she thought she had it enough, she gave it another pump just to be sure. She then opened the second bag. Depend silhouettes. Technically still a diaper, but a lot more like a pair of panties and thinner than what she had been wearing. Hopefully, this would catch any leakage. She washed up and got back on the road. She arrived at the admissions building and was soon in the office of Mr. Jenkins, an admissions officer. After some small talk, he pulled a file in front of him. “You pretty much have straight A’s and your test scores are good. You’ve had some good amount of activities. Your teachers recommended you highly.” “Thank you, sir.” “In fact, on the face, you’re exactly the type of student we take without reservation, but…” She got struck by fear at the fact that there was a reservation. “Your record seems to indicate a string of discipline issues.” Deb sighed. “That’s just an issue the centered around the school lavatories. The school does have a pretty severe punishment for that. I have to say, I’ve learned a lesson there.” Jenkins smiled. “Do I understand it that they banned you from the bathrooms?” “Yes, sir. I’ve had to wear diapers to school for the past year.” “It also mentions insubordination with a couple of uniform modifications?” he said quizzically. “That was related. I was found in the bathroom after being banned. It wasn’t my fault. I was goofing around with my boyfriend, and he pushed me in there.” “And the punishment?” She explained that uniform modification meant that the student had to wear something different to school, and in the case of her and Bill, not wearing clothes covering their diaper. Jenkins frowned. “This is a problem I’ve not yet come across. I’ve talked to the admissions committee, and they’d like you to visit our health center for an evaluation before we reach a decision.” Deb sank into her chair. This was it. Her future was ruined by the fact that she wanted to wear a diaper that one day. “OK,” was all she could manage. Jenkins was drawing on a campus map. “You’re here, the health center, is here.” He was making X’s on the map and then drew a line on a road in between. “Thank you, sir,” Deb said as she departed. She went to her car and cried. They hadn’t said no, but they hadn’t said yes. She dried her eyes. She felt damp. She felt the Depend. Dang, I better change this. She pulled out another silhouette and went and found a bathroom. She arrived at the health center and went up to the desk. “Ah yes, they called about you. Dr. Samuels is waiting for you.” She went in and realized Samuels was a shrink. She was given some tests to fill out, and when she had finished, he sat back and just said: “Tell me about it.” Deb explained how she had first heard of lavatory restriction and how when she found her friend Linda going through it that she became preoccupied with it to the point of purposefully getting caught so she could get punished. She explained she did it again, but the third time was accidental. Samuels just nodded and said, “go on.” She explained the subsequent punishments. “And how do you feel about it now?” “I really would like for it to be over. I’m hoping to make a fresh start in college.” There were more questions, but finally, Samuels seemed satisfied. “I believe they want you to see one of my colleagues.” Deb exited the office, and a secretary directed her to another part of the health center where she was directed to a regular exam room. A pair of women entered. One appeared to be a nurse. The other spoke, “Hi, I’m Doctor Miller. I understand you’ve spent the last year wearing a diaper?” Deb gave her a summary of losing her lavatory privs at school. She was instructed to remove her dress. The normal height and weight and blood pressure and looking in the eyes and ears and breathing while being listened to with a stethoscope followed. The doctor then asked her to lie down. She put her hands at the top of the depend and asked, “Can I remove this?” Deb nodded and arched her back while the doctor slid it off. “This one is wet,” she told the nurse while dropping it into a container. The nurse left the room. The doctor prodded a bit and then noticed the tail of the butt plug. “What’s this?” Deb sighed and explained the catheterization and how she had leakage issues since and she had put the plug in so she could wear the lighter diaper. The doctor looked surprised and asked Deb to roll over on her side. “I’d like to take it out,” she said. Deb told her to go ahead. The thing was withdrawn and the doctor rummaged in a drawer and came up with something. “I’m going to push this inside you so I can have a look, holding a plastic device.” Deb just nodded and felt herself being entered. This lasted a few minutes, and finally, she said, “Good, you can get dressed now.” At that point, the nurse came in and placed a clean depend next to her. The two excused themselves. Deb put the plug back in and inflated it. She pulled on the new depend and redressed. She went back into the hall, and the Doctor led her to a seat in her office. “Let me start off by saying you’re in great health. I realize you’ve been through a stressful situation, but it hasn’t seemed to have hurt you too much. Now for the incontinence. Let me say that even for a normal, healthy girl it’s not uncommon. That’s why we had a spare panty for you. We deal with this frequently.” Deb just nodded as the doctor continued. “In your case, it could be a number of causes. The catheter might have caused some inflammation, or it could just be you spending so much time in diapers, but my guess is that you have a little infection going in there. It’s not uncommon in catheter cases, and frankly, I think it’s pretty unethical that they forced one into you when there was no medical need. I’m going to write you a prescription for antibiotics that will hopefully clear that up.” Deb smiled, at least that was something. “Your rear problems could be some stretching of the sphincter due to the plug use and maybe some irritation there. Also, the enemas mess up your good bacteria down there which tends to give you the runs. I’m afraid the antibiotic is going to make that worse temporarily. You need to get some probiotics into you, even just eating some plain yogurt will help. I suggest you go back to regular diapers for a while which should help. If you’re going to use the plug, only slightly inflate it. It doesn’t need to be that big. Once you feel it, that’s enough.” Deb nodded. “I also have some printed material about this for you.” She slid the stack of information over to her. “I think you’ll be fine in the long run.” Deb thanked her and left the office. The nurse came to her and said: “Mr. Jenkins wants to know if you can return to his office at two this afternoon.” Deb said she could make it. The nurse directed her to where she could get lunch in the student union. Deb went over and did that. She looked around at the students bustling around her. Girls in jeans, some in dresses, boys in clothes. All looking contented and likely none of them in diapers. Two o’clock approached and she changed the depend again just to be sure. She ended up back at Jenkin’s office. “You made a good impression with Dr. Samuels and Dr. Miller. They speak well of you.” “Thanks,” Deb said. “I spent a long time with the admissions committee. It was a bit contentious but let me say I’m pleased to offer you admission to Newcastle for the coming academic year.” Deb brightened, she was in! “We worked over your paperwork, and we’re also pleased to offer you a full payment of all fees we have. Your tuition, fees, room and board, all will be covered. You’ll have to buy books and supplies, but everything else should be taken care of.” This was unbelievable. A full ride. There’s nothing stopping her now. “There are some conditions,” he said. Deb sank. Now what? “There were some on the committee who were pretty reticent to let a discipline problem in here. Normally, when we have a discipline problem with a student, we put them on a disciplinary probation that gives them a chance to shape up, and if they don’t, we expel them.” Deb nodded. “In your case, you can consider yourself on that probation from the start. We want to see you start again without any discipline issues.” Deb swallowed, “Yes, sir. I promise I won’t cause any problems.” “Good,” he continued. “There’s one more thing. In order to get approval, we had to put one condition on it. We want you to continue to wear a diaper on campus. You can wear clothes,” he chuckled at the last part. “We’re not that kind of school. We just want to forestall problems and have you show you have a commitment to this.” Deb swallowed hard. She had hoped that college would be the start of life undiapered. Now that was ruined. But still, it was a full ride to the school of her dreams. “I accept the conditions.” “Great, we’ll get all the paperwork for you to sign. There’s also all sorts of stuff for you to take home, info on the dorms, course catalogs, and other things. Make sure your cell and email are correct with my secretary, there will be more as the summer goes on.” Deb stood and shook his hand. She got the paperwork and made her way out to the car. She called home. “I’m in, full scholarship,” she said to her mother. “I’m proud of you,” her mother said. “When will you be home?” “I’ll be there by dinner,” I’ve got some things to do on campus first. She went over to the campus store and bought a Newcastle T-shirt. She wasn’t sure where she’d get to wear it, but she wanted one. She stopped in the ladies room and removed the butt plug. Back to diapers, she thought and put one back on and drove home. Chapter 10 – Prom NIght School progressed, but Deb was happier than she had been in a long time. She was sad she’d be separated from Bill. He was indeed going to State and living at home. “I guess I’ll be in diapers until I save up enough money to move out,” he said. Deb had to confide that she’d be diapered at college, too. “That bites,” Bill said. “By the way, do you want to go to the prom?” Debbie thought about this. She remembered how she had to wear a diaper to the fall formal and that Bill had to have his modified tuxedo. She thought about what she would have to wear. “Sure, why not.” “I still have the diaper cover from the fall. I think my mother would make you a similar one. You’d just need a nice bra.” “I can do that.” So it was set. One day she got home, and her mother said that Bill’s mother had brought over some stuff. It was indeed what appeared to be a match to what she remembered Bill wearing. There was also some cloth diapers and pins. Her mother had her try them on. Sure enough, it was a poofy balloon of satin colored plastic when she got it on. “Let’s go get you a bra,” said her mother and started for the door. Now Deb pretty much had been wearing just the diapers and bra for a while, but she didn’t go anywhere these days other than home and school. “Let me put something on,” she said. “No need,” her mother replied. “You’re going to have to wear it out like that anyhow.” Deb sighed. There was no arguing. She got in the car with the fancy diaper and just her plain bra. They walked through the mall and Deb heard giggling which she assumed was because of her. Deb’s mom led her into Victoria’s Secret and displayed her and explained this is what she was wearing to the prom and she needed a bra to match. After standing there shocked for a second, the clerk led them back and managed to find a lace over satin bra that did indeed match the diaper. She was set. Linda called and asked if she was going and she insisted that she and her boyfriend and Bill and Deb all go together on a limousine and for sure Linda would come over and do her hair and makeup. The afternoon came, and Linda arrived as promised. She through a book on the bed. “Did you get your yearbook yet?” Deb hadn’t gotten down to pick hers up. “There are pictures of you guys in there.” Really? Deb thought. She flipped the book open and fell almost immediately on Bill’s picture. In between boys who were wearing tux jackets and bow ties, Bill was there barechested. She turned to her picture and yes where the girls had drapes simulating evening gowns, she just had bra straps. “There’s more,” Linda said. “Look in the candids.” Deb flipped through the pictures at the beginning of the book. There was one of Bill in the hall in his diaper and then one of a group with her diaper-clad rear showing. And then she turned one more and stopped stunned. A large picture of the two of them naked. Bill was standing with his back to the camera which blocked any frontal nudity, but you could see the tubing from the catheter at his hip and running to the leg bag. The tail of the butt plug was prominently seen between his butt cheeks. Deb was there full face. Bill’s arm thankfully blocked the shot of her bare breast and the way her leg was turned avoided full view of her crotch, but again you saw the tube arcing out of her and down her leg. While not as prominent as on Bill, you could see the end of the butt plug, and dang, the dangling tampon string. Bill arrived then night of the prom. Be brought her a corsage that he carefully pinned to her bra. In addition to his satin plastic pants, Bill had added a bow tie. The two were ready. Soon the limo arrived with Matt and Linda. As with the fall formal, they took the prom by storm. The wet themselves and slipped off to change and came back. The last dance was a slow one. Deb buried her face in Bill’s bare chest and hung on to him. She’d remember this night. Chapter 10 – More trouble. Shit, Deb said to her self. Bill vocalized the same thing. School was winding down, but they were in trouble again. Here they had been wearing and using diapers for the entire year, save one week where they went around naked with catheters coming out of their bodies. It looked like they were in for the same treatment again. “I’ve got something new for you,” the nurse announced. She grabbed his penis as before but rolled something out over the outside of it. She squeezed it firmly for a few seconds. He looked down, and it appeared to be a condom. She fitted a tube to it and then attached a leg bag. “This is an external catheter,” she announced. That was fine for him Matt thought, but this wasn’t going to work for Deb. He looked over as the nurse was busying herself with Deb. Deb was lying there with her legs spread as the nurse swabbed the area. Then she pressed something in place for a minute and did some other adjustments. Deb swung off the table with what appeared to be a plastic bag dangling from her crotch connected to the leg bag. She then returned to Bill and had him roll on his front. She spread his butt cheeks and pressed something in there. She repeated the process on Debbie. He could see it was another plastic bag. She had one on the front and on the back. “It looks pretty silly, but at least I won’t be getting another infection from a catheter.” Deb headed to homeroom. Her friend turned to her. “What’s with the bag hanging off your pussy?” “Same old thing. At least this time I don’t have the blasted catheter crammed in me, just this bag.” “How does that work?” she asked. Deb relaxed without thinking about it, and pee filled the bag and then drained down through the tubing into the leg bag. “Ewww…,” her friend said. “I meant how is it attached, not show me your pee.” “Sorry. It’s kind of stuck on. I think it might be a bear to remove.” “And the back?” “Same idea, I think.” In fact, she found out later that day. She had to poop badly, and she went. She looked down at her legs as turds fell into the bag on her rear. “Gross, she’s shitting now.” There was no denying it. Everybody could see her expelling feces into the bag. As soon as class let out, she walked, dangling a bag of poop from her rear to the nurse’s office who changed it. Bill came in as she was leaving. One look confirmed that Bill had diarrhea.

Thanks deewet. 'Little Joe' has given me an idea! Joe and Sue Chapter Three – Poor Joe To be continued… ‘Right, Joe,’ said Kathy in a very businesslike manner. ‘Let’s have a good look at you.’ Joe stood quietly while Kathy patted his arms up from his sides and felt his chest and stomach. Kathy spun him around and tapped his back. Then she felt around his tummy from behind, patted his bottom and slid her hands between his thighs. Her fingers stopped for a moment as they reached the damp inner legs of his slacks. Kathy paused momentarily, then stood up, ruffled Joe’s hair and said ‘Ok, I’d like to have a little talk to Sue then we’ll pop you on the examination table in there,’ she added. ‘I’ll shut the door and you can strip off while we’re talking.’ Joe felt oddly relieved. Now he could slip his no doubt very damp undies off and put them in the plastic bag he’d stuffed into his pocket. He took the plastic bag and a spare pair of undies most times he was outside the house now. He justified doing it because if there were totally unavoidable circumstances completely beyond his control, there was a chance he might get a bit wettish. He kept the spare undies in the other pocket. Joe went through his little routine, and put the spare fresh undies from his pocket in the heap of his clothes that were now on a chair. The he climbed up and lay face down on the cool paper sheet of the examination bench. The door was soundproofed and he wasn’t aware of when the women had stopped talking, but a few minutes later, the door opened and Kathy and Sue entered. ‘Yes, I think you’re right,’ he heard Sue say as they walked in. Joe lay still. He could hear his heart hammering away. ‘OK, baby,’ said Kathy brightly. Let’s have a look at you. Flip!’ she said, patting Joe’s rump. Joe looked at her with incredulity. ‘That’s what they call me at school,’ he said. ‘Flip. Because once I…’ Sue had sitting in one of the chairs in the small room, watching proceedings, but there was something about the sincerity in Joe’s voice that made her speak. ‘You’re not still at school, though Joe, are you? It’s what they called you at school.’ She thought Joe was looking a bit strange. It was a vague sort of look he sometimes gave her when she woke him at night to change the sheet he’d wet. She had assumed it was his ‘only half awake look’. ‘No,’ said Joe slowly. ‘I’m, I’m all grown up.’ Kathy had turned Joe over, and was running her hand down his smooth, almost hollow chest. Her fingers reached his genitals, and she picked up his small flaccid penis between her thumb and forefinger and turned it this was and the, then lightly squeezed his balls, investigating them for moment with her fingertips. She glanced at Sue, who was looking at Joe. The rest of the examination went smoothly enough until Kathy picked up Joe’s clothes to hand to him. ‘Joe,’ she said, ‘That’s it. If you’d like to get dressed while Sue and I have…’ Kathy stopped She was looking down at the clothes. Now she looked at Joe. ‘Joe, honey,’ she said, ‘Are these the panties you were wearing on the way here?’ Joe didn’t like the word panties, but they were fairly thin, to be compact. To be honest, he had to admit, they were a pair of Sue’s. He put them on by mistake one morning and the joke was, he told her, that they were very comfortable. She’d shot back that he should wear them all day, and he did. They were very nice to wear, an admission Sue wheedled out of him, and so she had let him keep them, as well as supplying another six pairs like them so he could wear fresh undies every day, plus, being nylon they were much quicker to wash and dry than Joe’s thick old cotton men’s briefs, which he only changed into for trips out now, hence the cunning little trick that was now coming undone before his eyes. ‘Not sure,’ said Joe softly. ‘Well,’ said Kathy, holding the panties up to her nose, ‘These a fresh from the clothesline. And you were a little wet down there when I examined you, weren’t you?’ ‘Where are your wet pants, Joe?’ Kathy asked firmly. Joe felt himself beginning to collapse as he stood naked by the examination bench. Both women were staring at him. ‘Pocket,’ he mumbled. Kathy hand dived into a pocket of his dark grey slacks and pulled out the plastic bag now containing Joe’s wet underpants. It could have been an ounce of dope, and they could have been cops, for the horrible anticipation Joe was feeling. ‘Joe!’ said Kathy. ‘Honestly,’ said Sue, standing up. Sue grabbed Joe roughly by one arm, and Kathy stepped back. ‘That, Joe,’ she said, ‘Is extremely naughty!’ She reached around and smacked Joe’s bottom as hard as she could. Joe yelped and tried to get away, but Sue was a strong woman and swung him back and pulled him over her knees in almost one motion as she sat down on a chair, managing to smack Joe again as she did so. She didn’t let up, and Joe’s shouted objections soon became genuine wails with real tears. When she finished Joe was left well and truly sobbing. Kathy handed him a hand towel, and Joe tried not to look at either woman as he wiped his tearful face. The same thing had happened as had happened at work, he told himself. He was the bottom of the pecking order there and now he was here too. They were responsible, professional adults and he was again ‘Little Joe’. Little Joe was a private inner character that Joe had. Joe balmed him for things like saying he liked wearing Sue’s panties, and that he was still at school. Joe could feel that Little Joe had even enjoyed being spanked. Joe knew what schizophrenia was but he knew it wasn’t that. Little Joe was just a figment of his imagination, a sort of warning what might happen if he didn’t behave like a grownup. Or adult, he told himself. I’m an adult. A trickling sound broke the silence. Joe was peeing on the surgery floor. All eyes went to Joe’s flaccid little penis, trickling away like a leaking tap. Joe only realised what he was doing when he stopped. A voice in his head laughed. ‘Don’t piss me off!’ it seemed to be saying. ‘You’re not an adult!’ ‘You let her feel my pants!’ Joe shouted angrily through his ebbing tears at Sue. ‘Joe, darling, I did no such thing,’ Sue assured him. ‘That was a perfectly normal examination…’ ‘You did,’ shouted Joe. ‘You made her look then you made me do pee on the floor and you made…’ ‘Joe,’ began Kathy. ‘No, Kath. Joe, you listen to me, OK? You listen to me,’ Sue commanded him. ‘Joe,’ she said, ‘We’re here because you have a wetting problem. You wet the bed regularly enough now to be classified as a bedwetter. Right? And you wet yourself during the day too. Most days. I know because you go through a pair of panties a day and you always ‘rinse them out to help me’. You save up a couple of pairs of slacks so that you wash them when you do the weekend wash, don’t you? The one’s you’re always hanging out at night to ‘freshen up in the evening air, like your mum used to do it’. What crap, Joe, You wet them. A lot when you try stunts like the ‘vicous garden hose’ story, or that you fell face down acrss a small puddle, or spilled a drink on the way out of the office. Do you think I’m stupid? And you mum told me she never did that, but that you wet your poatns until you were twelve years old, night and day. You didn’t tell me that, either, did you Joe? So why did I spank you? Tell me?’ ‘Because, because I was naughty,’ said Joe quietly. ‘That’s not good enough,’ said Sue, grabbing Joe’s chin and pointing his face at Kathy. ‘Tell Kathy how you were naughty.’ Joe was fighting to keep Little Joe out of the picture. ‘I wet my pants,’ Joe said, looking down still in naked embarrassment. ‘Last night you wet the bed, then you wet your pants on the way then you peed on the floor just the. Go on Joe, tell her all that.’ Joe felt broken. He just wanted to say what he was told to say and get out of here. He had to mentally shove Little Joe back behind him. Joe recited his list of childish wettings. Kathy looked at him sympathetically. ‘It’s OK, Joe,’ she said, smiling. ‘You have what are called continence issues. A lot of people, even adults have them. There’s a lot of medical help for your condition. Now I want you to be very grown up about your options, Joe. Can you do that for me?’ Joe nodded, using half his mental strength to stop Little Joe saying ‘I am little.’ He could usually keep Little Joe out of the picture, but Joe wasn’t in very good shape right now. He listened to Kathy talk about various drugs and their side effects. Then she pulled out a thick white thing, and told him that in his case she recommended wearing some proper protection for a few days, just until things calmed down a little. And Sue will help you at night, she told him. ‘So Joe, are you going to be grown up and make a grown up, adult choice?’ Kathy asked, looking at him. ‘I, erm, the protection,’ he muttered. ‘Good boy!’ Kathy said, and leaning forward kissed him on the forehead,’ Joe began to climb back on the bench., ‘Quick sticks!’ said Sue from her chair. Joe felt himself pee again and began crying as Kathy helped him onto his back. To be continued.

Part 3 The office maintained its heightened state as we continued to work nonstop; compiling, checking and re-checking plans, permits, building supplies, inventories, pay, bills, government licenses, authorizations… in fact everything. It looked like the firm was being audited for some reason as we had to find data going back many years. It was intense and hectic but, now I wasn’t wearing a diaper under my suit, I was more comfortable and able to concentrate. Having said that, I did miss that liberating moment I’d experienced in being able to take a leak without leaving my desk. A rumour also circulated that all this extra work would eventually lead to some dismissals. Nobody knew exactly where the cuts would be made or to which department but the general atmosphere of pending doom made sure we all worked hard, kept are heads down and tried to make ourselves as indispensable as possible. The other two bosses had gone off to inspect various sites where we had building developments and Mr Wojciechowski stayed behind to work in the main office. I’d stopped reporting to be inspected and I tried to ignore him when he passed my desk. A couple of times he’d stop to request something and actually looked hurt when I was officious but distant. I was still selfishly frustrated about his apparent lack of appreciation for what I’d done to try and please him and not being there when I thought he should show his support. At one point when he came to request a file, he slipped his hand under the desk and gave me a surreptitious squeeze. He looked most disappointed that I was no longer padded. ~ Over the next few days, as we got on top of the emergency, things began to calm down a little. I was still a little depressed about any lack of attention from ‘daddy’ and couldn’t help still feeling a little hard done by. I mean, I didn’t want to wear a diaper of course but, the fact that at his request I had been doing so I expected a bit more effort from him. I think all my thoughts were completely driven by my desire for sex and I couldn’t see past the fact that my craving wasn’t progressing at all. Now that my sexuality had been teased, and gratefully so, I couldn’t get the thought of more out of my mind, no matter what trials or tribulations were going on around me. Mr Wojciechowski left me alone but we still exchanged the usual pleasantries (he still had his work to do and so did I) but now he seemed to be showing the young mail boy favouritism like previously he had done to me. I watched as the boy, Kevin, went in to collect the mail from his office and didn’t come out for over 15 minutes, when he did he looked flushed, ruffled and rather pleased with himself. Kevin is a good looking lad and I quite liked him but at that moment I could have happily strangled him. A strange sensation filled my body… then everything drained away leaving a feeling of being lost and sorry for myself. In truth, I was jealous. I know it doesn’t make sense but I was and didn’t like my place being taken by someone else, I needed to get back into the boss’s good books. Even though I hadn’t worn a diaper to the office for a few days I didn’t want to lose what I thought we had, so I made a decision; I snapped out of my self-pitying depression and began to be my usual sparkling, friendly self. The following day I arrived in the office wearing my ‘uniform’. I deliberately made sure that Mr Wojciechowski knew I was back padded and covered in baby powder and hoped he understood I wanted another chance. ~ Later that morning, Mr Bronowski, one of the other bosses made an announcement that: ‘Unfortunately, owing to government budget cuts, there would be cutbacks right across the company’s entire workforce’. Of course this didn’t come as a complete shock but nonetheless, there were a lot of very nervous people around, including me. Individuals were called into Mr B’s office and told of their redundancy packages. Some of the older members of staff came out of it quite well but others didn’t. There was a general opinion that ‘last in, first out’ would be the rule and that scared me as I was one of the last people to be employed. Other’s around me were called in and I wriggled uncomfortably, and very uncertainly, in my thick diaper wishing it was Mr Wojciechowski who was dismissing people and not Mr Grumpy (as Mr B was known) who appeared to be dealing with it. The anticipation was terrible, we all sat at our desks anxiously wondering if we’d be called through next and the worry was getting to me more than I expected. In fact, I began to think I was definitely for the sack as, despite me wearing at that moment, I’d rejected Mr Wojciechowski diaper regime and he’d found the mail boy to play with. As I sat there I felt pee filling my diaper. I don’t know why I suddenly started to wet myself but found myself doing so right in front of the entire office. I’m sure no one else was aware, or at least I didn’t think anyone else would know, although my fidgeting around as I got used to the warm wetness that surrounded my cock might have been a bit of a giveaway. It felt strange to have involuntarily pissed myself yet the warm sensation in my diaper was offering me comfort - now how the hell does that happen? I could be fired at any moment, the threat of which I suppose had caused the flow, yet having done so I was now totally calm – it just didn’t make sense. Suddenly, my desk phone rang and it was Mr Wojciechowski calling me into his office… my calmness evaporated. ~ I didn’t have to negotiate Miss Thorpe so knocked, the voice from the other side of the door said ‘Enter’ so I hesitantly let myself in. Mr Wojciechowski was sitting behind his desk, which had a huge pile of papers and folders covering it, there was also other packages that I didn’t recognise. “Good afternoon Charlie.” “Good afternoon… sir,” I wasn’t sure of anything at that moment and didn’t dare call him ‘boss’ or ‘daddy’ or even by his name Mr Wojciechowski. I was wet and anxious and for the first time ever, stood in front of him and felt like a little lost kid. A shiver of dread flowed through me and I didn’t dare look him in the eye. I knew, well I thought I knew, that I was about to be fired and all my hopes and dreams were crushed as I stood there trembling. Because of the rumour I’d had time to think about what I’d do if I lost this position. The job’s market was at an all-time low and with my lack of a degree or any other real form of qualification realised my chances of getting another was probably negligible. He stood up and walked over to where I was standing with my eyes downcast and put his hands on my shoulders. “I’m sorry Charlie, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to let you go.” ~ So far I was the youngest in the office to get fired and I didn’t know what to say. Although I partly expected it I was distraught when it came to it. I could feel the emotion building, tears welling up and although I didn’t want to cry in front of the boss, I was having a hard time containing them. I swallowed hard and tried to stop myself but I’m afraid the moment was just too overwhelming and I felt my face crease and I started bawling like a kid. “I’m really sorry Charlie, we tried to keep redundancies to a minimum but I’m afraid…” My tears had got to him and he hugged me, which wasn’t something I was expecting. He held me tightly and gently tried to soothe away my obvious distress. His hand patted my back and eventually found its way to my cushioned bottom where it stayed and he gently stroked the soft padding. There was a slight crinkle and once he realised I was wearing his uniform he held me even more tightly. “Ohhh Charlie,” he whispered and kissed my head. Despite my obvious misery his hand kept checking my diaper and eventually asked if I was wet. I nodded and he guided me into his private bathroom off from his office. Once there he unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor then had me to step out of them. He tossed them aside. I had no idea why I was going along with this but I was so shaky and confused I wasn’t really aware of anything at that moment. He saw the pink plastic pants and eased them down and over the heavy soggy diaper which hung limply to my hips. He spread a towel out on the floor and helped me down onto it. My body was still heaving under the effort of trying to keep my tears under control, at which I was failing; my mind and body were numb. He then disappeared into the other part of his office for a few seconds before returning armed with the box of stuff I’d seen on his desk. ~ First thing he did was attempt to pop a pacifier in my mouth but I turned my head in an effort to refuse it. “Charlie,” I shook my head and firmed up my mouth. “Charlie, suck on this now… it will make things seem an awful lot better.” My eyes were stinging from all the tears and as I opened my mouth to object he simply slipped it in and held it there until I’d started sucking. I didn’t feel able to resist. I may well have been a healthy eighteen year-old but at that moment I had no strength to fight against my predicament. For some reason I just wanted to be hugged, I wanted his tender touch, I wanted nothing more than to be safe and protected. I was powerless, useless and had absolutely no prospects - I didn’t want to but somehow the act of suckling on a nipple did make me less stressed. Once he saw me relax he un-taped and slipped off my soaked diaper, wiped me dry, cleaned me up and powdered me in a shower of talc. For a few moments I just didn’t feel it was happening to me, it was a sort of out-of-body experience, like I was looking down on myself. However, Mr Wojciechowski was gentle, caring and thorough. He seemed to take an age making sure everything was just right before he slipped a thick fabric diaper under my butt, added a couple of pads and easily pinned it into place. This was far more bulky than anything I’d worn so far but I couldn’t get over just how comfortable I felt in his capable hands and being so lovingly attended to … even though I’d just been fired. My discarded suit trousers were in a heap in the corner, whilst the soaked disposable and pink frilly plastic pants were just a couple of feet away but despite that I felt so much better now I was snug and dry so I really didn’t care. As he affectionately ran his hand over the bulk he’d created the cosiness this new diaper offered was pleasantly bizarre - my body relaxed and a state of acceptance filled my body. Once satisfied with his work he then slipped a pair of clear plastic pants over it all, tucking any bits of the diaper behind it, sealing me in. The final touch took me by surprise as he slowly bent in, rubbed the front of the slippery bulky package, whilst kissing my forehead. Almost sorrowfully he said, “What am I going to do with you?” and then sighed. ~ Laid out on the towel in a thick diaper, plastic pants and sucking on a paci I wasn’t able to answer. I had no job, no prospects and yet, weirdly, the problem I now had was that I liked this position. I was in no hurry to move even though I knew someone could come in at any moment. I had nothing to do and nothing to worry about, all I did was lay there wearing a huge diaper completely at ease. Mr Wojciechowski seemed to make some kind of decision. “Charlie, my offer stands.” He looked me straight in the eye. “I would love it if you would let me look after you.” Dressed as I was and sucking on a paci I didn’t really know how to respond. To me it was like I’d already accepted that role, except, I was now no longer employed by the company. “Of course…” he paused to think for a moment, “you would move to a more permanent arrangement at my home… a sort of… live in position.” I lay there not knowing what to think. My parents wouldn’t be too happy about me becoming a baby for anyone and besides, did I want to be a baby for him? Did I want a job, no matter what that job entailed? Mr Wojciechowski was thinking out loud. “We could say that, as the firm tightened its belt and you were made,” he shrugged his shoulders as if in apology, “redundant… an opportunity arose on a new project.” His mind was working overtime now. “In fact, why say anything about being laid off… why not just say that an opportunity came up that was too good to miss to be my personal assistant?” I’d already mentioned to my parents that I was working on a new project with him so this would actually fit in pretty well with what they already knew. If they thought I was climbing some kind of corporate ladder I’m sure they would be all in favour of it. I didn’t need to tell them about what it actually entailed. I wriggled contentedly on the floor and sucked manically on the paci. The thick protection offering nothing but wonderful security as I thought about how only a few moments ago I was without a job and now, all I had to do was wear a diaper and I’d have a new one. I didn’t even think about the consequences because the smile that spread over Mr Wojciechowski face appeared to say it all. A lifeline had been tossed to me and a solution had been found that would keep me on a payroll and keep me close to my sexy boss. “What do you think” he beamed, “is it a position you can live with?” **** tbc

I'm not the best to give tips on writing as I'm not very good but I'll tell you what I see. At the moment in the story we know nothing and the story is moving a little fast. The story is in first person which is fine but tell us what is going through the main characters head, what are they feeling. They're our eyes and ears and we only know what they know, the more descriptive the better. Everyone writes stories differently myself I start by laying out the characters in my head and have an end of the story in mind and I start filling in the blanks of how they get there, others will write the journey and let the destination come about naturally in the story. Since the story is first person think of yourself as that character. What would you do? How would you move? Are you restrained and if so how? does it hurt or just hard to move? Myself I almost role play a characters in my head as I'm writing it out to get a clear idea of what is happening. It isn't uncommon for me to be stuck writing one sentence for 30 min to an hour and I still feel it could have been better. Everyone has their own take on the diaper dimension and it's a really good place for your first story as it's a dimension made up of ABDL fan stories so anything you want can happen there. I will give you the advice I have to give myself, slow down and read your own writing a few times so if makes sense. It's a not a bad start, just take some time to help build the world and you should be fine.

"Keep your little girl dry: NO MORE WETTING; dial 555,894- DRYBED and ask for 'Nurse Rachel'" said the adi in the paper. Three mothers took it up and met at the place where they were directed to, and were introduced to "Nurse Rachel", then conducted to a room where.... NURSE RACHEL to firt mother: What is your little girl's name FIRST MOTHER Elisabeth NURSE RACHEL Well, we have a "Betsy Wetsy" NURSE RACHEL to seocnd lady: What is your little girl's name SECOND MOTHER Michelle NRUSE RACHEL: Well, we have a "Smelly Shelley". So we have a Betsy Wetsy and a Smelly Shelley" The thier lady took her little girl's hand and started for the door saying "Come on, let's go, Christina"

Chapter 8 With Little Fierceness With little fierceness remaining and warm water dripping from her skin, Leslie Audet finally found herself at some peace. It was fine, she told herself, everything would be fine at last. She turned the shower off, let the last droplets fall down on her head and then from that shaggy red mane of hers. One more breath she inhaled, taking in the smokey warmth as well as the sweet scent of the shower gel. Leslie took her step out of the shower and onto the cold floor. Looking around, she found a small cabinet filled with towels. Taking the one that looked the biggest and fluffiest, she wrapped herself up in it, felt the softness against her skin. It was as wide as a cloak on her, and, if she had any clothing, she'd probably make a convincing super hero or knight or even a wanderer in the post-apocalyptic wasteland. Maybe even everything at once if she could get the proper accessoires. Right now, as she stepped closer to the mirror and wiped her hand across the glass, her eyes found her face. She looked at best like the last one. There were the bruises which, by tomorrow, would be swollen and ugly. At this moment they only hurt, but still, if she would've had a mother waiting for her, she'd rather avoid going back. Still lingering, she found herself posing in front of the mirror instead of drying off the rest of her body. Drops fell on the ground as a puddle formed where she stood, and yet she remained, threw the towel over her shoulders but kept her arms close to her sides. Her fingers twitched slightly as imagined herself wearing a pair of holsters, the warmth she felt came from the blistering sun of the desert and her opponent was a gritty, old mexican man wearing a joke of a hat. Like she'd seen in these cheesy, incredibly racist old westerns. As the water dripped from strands of her and into her eyes, she found herself smiling a bit. He was as beaten as she was, he, the murderer of her family. The clock would soon ring high noon and this story would finally– Someone knocked at the door and Leslie froze up instantly, unable to contain the high pitched yelp that escaped from her mouth. Thrown back into reality, her spirits were downed almost instantly. Su was back, she knew, and that made it so much harder to escape the why. Everything that could've gone wrong today did so and now she had decided to play pretend instead of drying herself. The puddle on the ground was more than noticeable. That, the still remaining pain, and the suddenness of the knocking all came together and Leslie quickly found tears in her eyes again. Fuck! Are you kidding me? She thought. Stop crying! The whole bloody world seemed to have it out for her, but still, would keeping quiet help? Would crying? Leslie didn't know an answer and she doubted there was anyone who would've. And, in the end, did it matter? With all the trouble she brought into a stranger's home, she shouldn't cry and feel sorry for herself. Whatever would happen next, she needed to accept it. Everything hurt, yes, but Leslie decided to answer anyway. “Yeah?” she asked, trying to keep her sobs at bay. The red girl's face came through the door. “Is it okay if I come in?” she asked. Leslie almost wanted to answer, to tell her no, but by then Su was already through the door and walking towards her, a smile plastered on her face and a pile of clothes in her hands. Quietly, Leslie grabbed onto the towel, holding it close. At least she was small enough that it hid everything important from sight. Su didn't seem to notice her fretting as her attention was immediately drawn to the girl's face. Leslie couldn't stand her eyes locked on to her like that, so she turned her gaze away. Suqi's smile turned into a bit of a frown, if only for a split second. “Still some tears left, eh?” Suqi said as she stopped. “Well, I don't know if it'll make you feel any better, I got something for you.” Her looked down as she lifted the pile a bit and Leslie allowed her own attention to shift. Atop the bunch, there lay something that caught it immediately. Small and fluffy it looked, with colorful images making it look that much more charming. It was a strange thought, but at that moment she remembered a story, or maybe a lot of them, where the protagonist would scream and cry and tell whoever offered them diapers that they didn't need them, despite clear evidence to the contrary, or the author's wish for them to end up in them anyway. Some ended in spankings, some with them trying to fight but failing. Few did more creative things, like simple acceptance or coming up with clever bargains, faustish deals that only furthered the protagonist's road downhill. Looking at this thing being held down to her level, it made her think that maybe she should've felt some dread, the weight of a failure pulling her down. Yet, now that she saw the diaper, it was that familiar sense of safety that moved through her instead of the creeping cold. Rick had never given her this, the comfort of somebody else knowing what was good for you, the bit of a smile on their face, as if to tell their charge I know that you need this, and I know that you know. And who would rebel at wearing such a cute thing? Colorful flowers were spread across its front, with smiling bugs and bees all around them. It wasn't quite a baby's diaper, but certainly none of those pull-ups one might've thought more mature. This was it, the thing she wanted, no, needed. A smile grew on her face and, maybe despite herself, the little one whispered; “Thank you.” Su was taken aback by a minute, not having expected this reaction. “Welp,” she said as she put the clothes to the side. “Looks like somebody's got enough of walking around with their mess dripping all over the floor. Though I do have to ask, if you're this happy about wearing them, why ever bother going about without them?” The comment, though deserved, made her blush with hellish fury and she doubted that she could lift her head ever again in Su's presence. And even following the question, all she could do was bite her lip in thought. “I,” she started, stumbled over her own words. Su put her hand on her shoulder. It was by no means a giant's hand. Su could've only been about five foot five, yet to Leslie, it felt so huge and protective. One glance at Su's face made her hopeful that the girl wouldn't just kick her out after all this was done. “I just wanted to impress mommy,” she said, trying for an awkward smile. There was a pause. Su sighed. “Shit, Lee, disabilities don't go away because you want to impress your parents. If you wore a prosthetic leg, you couldn't just take it off and pretend you still had two legs. I mean, you could, but it would go about as well as the,” she looked to the door, probably thinking about how much a new couch would cost, “… trip you just made. And to make sure you understand my point, I'm gonna get you clean, dressed up and then we'll go to your mom and you can see why the bible talks about sowing rain and reaping thunder.” As she heard that, her eyes went wide and she shook her head. Nobody was home, and that was something she really didn't need anybody to know. And what if Asad saw the clothes? What if anybody on the outside did? She wanted to protest, but Su immediately put a finger to her mouth. “I know what's coming, and I'm telling you, right now, punishment isn't supposed to be a feels-good kind of thing. I'm gonna get you all dry, then I'll help you with the diaper, the clothing, everything. You'll look as proper as you can, then we go to your place, and I'll explain the situation, from how she can reach the parents of the kids that beat you up to why you're wearing boy's clothes now. Keeping my couch and floor in mind, you'll just accept my being nice and be a good little girl. Alright, Leslie Junior?” There it was and as she heard her name spoken in such a patronising way, or at least that's how she interpreted it, she couldn't help but nod through her blush patches. Su smiled, reached for the towel and pulled it off the girl, who, even revealed before the teen, barely moved. As she was scrubbed from head to toe she couldn't help but look a bit more at Su. This girl was a strange one, previously she'd grabbed a knife pointed at her without flinching, one that had, with a sigh and pause, been able to work with somebody who'd turned out to only be continent in pretend, apparently and still managed to look unnaturally nice for a teenager. On the other side, Leslie found herself only ever moving when she needed to help. Lifting an arm, a leg, she found out that she was more ticklish than before, but even the laughter whenever Su hit one of her spots she tried her best to contain. All in all, she did try to be a good little girl, as Su had called it previously. It didn't take much, but Leslie still find herself smiling at the perceived irony. God fucking dammit. I always thought I'd be more of a brat, she thought. In spite of that thought, she was quite happy, despite the circumstances, to have somebody fawning over her. After a minute or so, Su was finally done and looked at her work. “Alright, no more puddles from you,” she stated before muttering under her breath, “I hope.” She took Leslie by the hand, the clothes in another. Wondering where this would go, Leslie allowed it to happen. She was, of course, buck naked, yet had to admit that she only cared so much about it after being seen in what had to be the worst state she'd been in since forever. It helped that Su's apartment was far better heated than her own, yet the way Su hurried made her less able to appreciate it. Then again, Su thought her incontinent. They entered the girl's own room, which, of course, wasn't half as plain as Leslie's. No, whereas she always woke to the same boring, downright annoying sight of nothingness, Su had plastered posters of animals on her walls, paintings of inuit mythology and maps of the most northern edges of America. There was a shelf filled with books about all kinds of subjects, from a beginner's guide to the french language to a book concerning the livelihood of, of all beings, kiwis. Atop one shelf there was a collection of tin figures that looked straight out of the Nineteen-hundreds and a few photos that were presumably pulled straight from Su's phone. As they stepped into the room, Leslie could make out quite a few selfies, what appeared to be friends and the like only ever stayed in the background. Su spread the diaper out on the bed. “Alright, haven't done this in a while, but don't worry, it's probably like riding a bike. How 'bout you lie down on that thing?” She almost wanted to argue that it would be easier done standing, but, truth was, she had no clue whether that was true. After all, a voice whispered in her ear, she was a kid, she needed the help, needed someone to tell her how to get it right. It was an annoying whisper, but even the parts of her that knew it to be a lie didn't argue, not this time. Right now, she felt the butterflies in her tummy rile up anyway, so she didn't want to ruin this moment. She stepped towards the bed, noticed a stuffed penguin looking at her from behind a carrotesque nose. As she sat down on the bed, one of her hands grabbed it and, lying down, she took a good long look at it. The feeling of the diaper was familiar, but as she stared into the penguin's friendly face she pretty much rationalized that she didn't want to focus on it, on the process that was about to happen. No, she looked at the penguin, bit down on her lip and hoped Su would start soon. Which she did, luckily. Su felt the diaper being pulled up instantly, no glamor, no cream, no anything. Still, her hands were shaking. “That penguin I got in Nuremberg,” Su said as her hands went down by Leslie's left side. “Love the city, love the Lebkuchen.” “The what now?” “It's what the city's famous for, it's, erm, gingerbread. Yeah, gingerbread, ever ate gingerbread?” Leslie nodded. “Well, you probably never had some from Nuremberg, it's the best. I might just get you some down the road, one day in the future. Personal opinion, but all sweets pale in comparison. And I've been to some fine cafés in france.” “Were you on a trip through europe?” Leslie asked, curiously. A slight tremble went through her as she felt the first tape come shut. “Not all of it, just the majority of the western ones. We went from Portugal to Spain, France, Netherlands, Germany and our final halt was in Poland. Every country with its own history and culture. As fun as it was though, I'm never gonna leave home again.” Su laughed. “Why?” “You could give me a life of a thousand years and I would still tell you that,” she leant over to look directly into Leslie's eyes, “bus rides across a continent take for-fucking-ever. Now,” the second tape came shut, “That's it. Luke's about your size, his parents swear on these, so, unless you forget to change 'em, you'll be fine and dandy.” As Leslie wanted to get up, Su winked at her, as if to give her a sign. What she wanted to tell her, Leslie couldn't imagine, at least until the fingers went down on both her sides. Before she even realized what was happening Su was already tickling away, leaving her to break out in laughter. It was for but a second, before the older girl stopped. “I wasn't even moving my fingers and you're already dying, huh?” She shook her head and took up an undershirt. A long-sleeved one, white and boring to look at. Leslie just shifted her gaze between Suqi and the garment, not sure how to handle this. “Come on, up, up,” Su told her and, after rising, Leslie lifted her arms. What followed was essentially Suqi dressing her up, no questions asked. Maybe she didn't want to strain the younger girl, maybe she just wanted to get it done. The smile seemed kind and honest, but Leslie remembered Clara smiling like that once upon a time, and that left her with goosebumps running up her back. Nevertheless, the rest of the clothing fit her to a tee, which made them even more amazing, even though the Transformers posing on the front of the red pullover made her think that Su got everything from that boy she mentioned. It seemed awfully kind of the parents to just hand their child's clothing out to Su, even if they knew her. Fairhills wasn't known for its warm community spirit, after all. The pants were thick cord dyed in a deep blue, but an old stain remained close to the crotch, telling of some food related incident the washing machine hadn't managed to clean, and the knees were worn, with the left one ready to soon tear open. There was a bit of a bulge, and the diaper could be seen when one lifted the shirt up a bit, but otherwise the only real way to notice her protective gear for now was the feel of it. All in all, as Leslie finally stood there, with all signs of the previous accident gone, she didn't really feel like crying over the bruises anymore. The pullover felt warm, the diaper snug. “Woah, girl, you actually rock those clothes,” Su commented with an approving nod. “You think?” the girl asked and twirled around. There was a moment where there was some movement on Su's face as she did that, but Leslie only caught a glimpse of it. The same old smile was on her savior's face as she finished her pirouette. “I don't really like transformers though,” she added then, looking at a picture of characters she only barely knew. One of them was called Optimus Prime, right? “Yeah? What do you like, then?” “Care bears,” she answered instantly, that being the first thing that came to her mind. Su raised an eyebrow at that, but then gave an understanding nod after a revelation visibly struck her. “Right, they made a new show recently. Gotta remember that cash cow exist to be molken.” That's awfully cynical of you, Leslie thought, tilting her head slightly. “What do you mean?” There was a bit of laughter. “Oh, it's an old franchise, that's all. Been around since before … I was born,” Su explained, though that wasn't really what Leslie had meant to question. “Either way, it's not quite up my alley.” “Why? It's super cute.” “Oh, I'm just more into adult movies. You know, the ones kids aren't allowed to watch.” Su told her. “Not that I'm endorsing it, if you're happy with care bears for now that's where you should stay, don't want to ruin your innocence even further, right?” There was an awkward pause in which Leslie decided to simply observe her savior. Su couldn't be more than sixteen years old, and nothing about this apartment told of somebody living with her. She scratched her chin as she giggled at herself and for a moment more, Leslie wondered who she was. In a strange way, this felt like her first day in Fairhills. She knew some of the faces around here, some names, some rumours, but looking at this girl and thinking back to those boys, Leslie was painfully aware of how little she knew about her own home. Cold and grey and uncaring, that's how she'd always thought of it, but now the other girl patted her on her head and told her that Transformers wasn't that bad, they even had some cool girl bots or whatever, and Starscream was fun in most incarnations. They held a conversation, a normal one at that, in which Leslie could actually unload some serious Care Bears trivia onto her friend. She'd once talked to Rick about it, who'd rolled his eyes and immediately drifted to a more “mature” topic, and once she attempted to regale Annie with her tales, but the kindergarten teacher had waved it off. Sharing which characters she liked, which episodes she thought were the best, what the funniest jokes were, it was an awesome feeling. And Su asked some questions, put some songs, old and new ones as well. The best part, Leslie singing loudly along must've looked less weird and more cute as Su quickly went to make a video of the red headed girl rocking out in the middle of her room. And the winter sun drifted towards the horizon, leaving her with a thought that it would end soon, and that it did. “It's getting late, Lee. I'll get you back home, the sooner we'll get it over with, the sooner we can move on. I might even show you around town a bit, then no boys'll try shit, right? Your mommy's probably worried about you, too.” Leslie felt herself stiffen at the suggestion, but knew that this was inevitable. After all, staying here, with the scene of the crime just a few steps away, wasn't something she could've done anyway. But going home sounded scary. “I can just call her and you can show me the city.” Su wordlessly produced a trashbag at that moment, which, quite frankly, smelled filthy. As she held in front of Leslie, the girl recoiled, but immediately knew what Su was trying to say. “I'd love to, kiddo. But if we're going to be friends, you're gonna fess up to your mom, and, I'm sorry to say that, but considering your condition, keeping you around without any spare, uhm, underwear, seems risky. For both us.” Leslie found herself blushing at the insinuation, but the honest truth was, even though her body was younger, she was still herself. The easiest way to phrase it was that both she and her muscles were more relaxed when she was diapered, which led to her having gone already. Knowing that and what had happened before, she found herself nodding in agreement. Both parties felt equally good about not having to argue with the other. Leslie was sure her mother wasn't at home, and maybe she could avoid Asad. Then, she could shake off Su at the door, wash the clothes, give them back to Asad, tell Su the next day that her mom had been really mad, but she would pay some money (an offer she hoped Su to decline, in all honesty). They could be friends, she would beat up those bully kids as revenge and ride off into the sunset on a pony. Perfection. She nodded to herself, snow falling on her face again. Su had helped her put the jacket and the boots on, which only made Leslie feel smaller than she already was. As Su put on her own jacket, Leslie decided to finally check on her phone, which had, luckily enough, survived every endeavor she'd been through. For a moment, she wondered whether she should access the site, but if it contained any more recaps of today's events in the same style as it did with her meeting with Clara, she doubted the phone would survive for much longer. So, instead, she decided to step out into the world. Now outside, she took one more look at the city. Fairhills looked cold and old in the evening light. One streetlight burned fiercer than the others, and on a corner another flickered while another one on the opposite side was broken. There were lights in some windows. A cat looked at the city with big eyes, intrigued by the outside world, a young man with a bald, tatooed head smoked a cigar as he sat on a windowsill. His grim eyes turned towards them and he broke into a toothy smile as he waved at the two of them. Leslie shifted around on her legs, inched slightly closer to Suqi. If the other girl wasn't here, she would've just run, but maybe the boys were still waiting around the corner. “Who's the littler lady with you, little lady?” The man asked aloud. “Someone new,” Su answered discreetly. He gave a hesitant nod, probably because he hadn't heard her. He was on the fourth floor of the building opposite to them and the snow muffled the sound pretty well. Su waved at him again, nonetheless and then patted her on the back. “Come on, let's get you home,” she said and Leslie, clutching both her shopping bag and the trashbag in one hand, grabbed Su's with the other. The way Su's hand wrapped around hers eased her unease a bit, yet she couldn't shake the feeling off that somebody was watching her, waiting for a moment of weakness. She stuck close to Suqi, when a car drove by she felt her heart skip a beat, when she heard a boy laughing, her grip tightened. After a while, Su let go of her hand and placed it on her shoulder instead, pulling her as close as she could. It slowed them down by quite a bit, but Su felt warm, and she had that unflinching smile of hers. So this was probably alright. The sun had already vanished behind the buildings and only a few rays still peaked out, dyeing the air in a fading orange. “Why are you so keen on helping me anyways?” Leslie asked her after a few moments. “You looked like you needed it. Wouldn't have thought it would be as much as you did, but I guess you're lucky, in a weird sort of way.” Leslie found herself biting her lip. “Am I?” Su exhaled, a cloud of air rising from her mouth as she did. “Do you know the story of the starstone that once fell on the center of the city?” “Mom told me.” “Well, there's a lot of stories about it, actually. One of the urban legends the kids still love to tell is that it was brought down to the earth by a wish.” Leslie's head immediately turned up towards Su. “What are you–“ She started, but immediately tripped over her own feet. Su, with the reflexes of a cat, immediately grasped her. “You gotta watch out, kitten, come on. Eyes up front.” Leslie nodded, and they continued on. “Anyway, what did you mean when you said it was brought down by a wish?” She asked after a few moments of quiet walking. Su looked at her queerly for a second, before shaking her head. “Aw, right. I forgot. Uhm, well, the thing is,” she thought for a moment. “There were multiple kids in this city back in the nineteen hundreds. Kids with a special friend who ensured that all their wishes would come true. And the starstone? It was brought down by one kid who was really, really angry at his parents. He wanted them smitten and that's what happened.” “That's horrifying.” “Well, the parents deserved it, which I should've probably told you before.” Su sighed. “Sorry, I'm horrible with stories.” Leslie nodded. “Looks like it.” “Right back to being cocky, eh?” Again, Leslie nodded, which Su answered by sighing yet again. A second later, both of them escaped a giggle. “Anyway, what I meant with the story is that sometimes, wishes might just come true in this town. Bad people can get punished, horrible experiences can turn out well and bad days can end up good, right?” “But if they had a special friend, wouldn't they be dead by now?” Su giggled. “If it can grant wishes, I doubt it would age like humans do. It's more of a benign spirit, I think. Not that it matters, it's a story about hope and about luck. Good things can happen and sometimes they happen especially when everything looks bleak.” “But were they the only one who got their wishes granted?” Leslie interrupted, not even listening to Suqi attempting to be inspiring. “You're really hung up on the details, you know that? I mean, well,” she thought for a bit, “there's a few urban legends about wishes when you keep your ears close to them. Maybe enough to fill a book. Some say the Moore family's riches come from such a wish. Uhm, the Moore's are big shots in this town, though they got little to do with us folks down here in Fairhills.” Leslie suddenly stopped, more aware of the mobile phone in her pocket than before. The sky was grey and cloudy and the snow would not let up. Her eyes turned to Su, and for a moment she wondered. “If the stories were true, Su, who do you think would get a wish?” The girl looked at her, a wry smile growing on her face. “Piqued your interest, huh? Well, if I were to decide people whose wishes needed to be answered, I'd go for those with character, those who'd use them for the greater good. But, since powers in these fantasies are more fickle, I think,” the smile faded from her face and Su looked up at the sky. “I think the closest possible answer would be that a person needs it, whether they know it or not. A child starving of hunger, maybe, an old man on death's edge who has done nothing but wrong and needs a second chance, maybe a woman who never got to live life to the fullest.” Leslie nodded. “Someone who has something specific they need, then? Like,” she thought of Annie, of Rick, of herself, “a shot at life?” Su nodded. “I guess that's a way to phrase it. You don't find many starving people here, after all.” “Su?” “Yeah, kiddo?” “If you had a wish–“ Su put her hand up. “Don't even continue that. I don't need any wishes. I've got everything I need, alright. Now let's get going, my hands are getting cold.” She moved on, pulling Leslie after her. Leslie, who now thought of Clara. Why would a monster like her deserve getting her wishes fulfilled? She'd probably never done a good thing in her life, only lied and deceived. She was a witch, a siren, nothing that deserved any kind of power. “Do you think bad people could get their hands on such a friend?” Leslie asked as they walked along a familiar road and her home came into sight. Two people stood in front of it, talked. Suqi didn't answer immediately, but turned her head slightly, just to catch a glimpse at Leslie. Her face was cold as stone. “Why would you ask that?” For a moment she didn't want to say anything, for fear that the girl would laugh at her, but another part of her urged her onwards. “Is it possible to get powers with the wish?” Then Suqi stopped, completely turning towards Leslie. Her smile was gone, a frown was on her face. For a moment there was a silence between them, only broken by the sound of a distant train, muffled by the snowfall that grew ever heavier. “What did you see?” Suqi asked. She wanted to ask the same question back, wanted to ask how Suqi knew about the wishes. She caught a knife by the blade and didn't bleed, you dummy, Leslie thought. Her eyes turned downwards, however, and she wanted to do nothing more but sink into the ground. Leslie wondered why she even brought this attention on to herself. She found a spider crawling down her spine, its legs digging into her skin, into her nerves. It was the cold again, like before, a cold that burned like a fire. She bit her lip and the taste of iron hit her tongue, and a tear ran down her face again. She felt Su's hand on her shoulder and looked up again. The girl was kneeling in front of her, her expression softened again. “You can tell me, Leslie,” she told her, her voice so soft and enticing. “You don't need to be afraid.” There was blood on her lip, she felt it grow cold in the open air. Leslie shook her head. “They're just legends, right? That's really all they are.” The snow was cold, Su smiled softly. “You know, you're new in town, so you don't know a lot about this place. It's distant and grey during the day, cold and horrifying at night. But in the dawn and twilight hours of the day, there are colors here you see nowhere else. We got stories stranger than mythology, of meteors, of children jumping through pictures and stories, of demented growing normal once more, of wolves that learned to walk among men and people living the lives they always wanted to live, just as we got stories of dark beasts in the shape of people, criminals that during firefights never got hit by a single bullet and people going missing with no evidence ever left behind. When you keep your eye close to the playgrounds, some children sing the songs and tell the tales, and their parents do so as well, and their parents too. Nobody believes them, of course, but in this place, well, I think wishes can come true for those who really want them to.” “How do you know that?” The wind picked up, howling through the alleys. “If I tell you, are you going to tell me what you saw?” Suqi asked and Leslie nodded, completely caught of guard by the red girl. She paused for a moment, thinking about how to say what she wanted to say, then sighed. “Well, the best way to describe it would be–“ “If it isn't the little kitten from this morning,” a voice interrupted her and the hairs on Leslie's back rose up as she turned towards her house, to the person approaching. Clara smiled her same, cruel smile. “Did you make a new friend?” Leslie didn't know how to react, so she just grabbed Suqi's hand and started running.

Well, you could have become some kind of a girl or like that, especially if you enjoy the feminine feelings beccuase then you would be doing feminine things as part of who you are. Often, when people who had accepted that they were sissy find out that it is not the only option, or even the most appropriate. they switch amd become, usually, Little, Girls. Or they become transgendered in the original meaning of the word. Although even a Little Girl fit the original "transgendered". True sissies say I am "too girl". I mean, just look at all the scrumptious things we have. and just wait until you wear your first tiara in your shoulder length hair with a cute dress and you have a name that is cute or pretty: 2di4. Go through the early posts in the Little Girls' Playhouse. And a Very Little Girl has many of the things a baby has but is aware of being a girl and has the girl things all around her and is aware of being a girl with a full set of girl feeling. and Baby Doll bubblebath and body wash, using Dreft Blissfuls beads which have both a baby and girl smell is just soooo girlish and little that you will just wet and cry. And just LOOK at some of the things that we girls have Who would NOT wnat to be a girl?

At day 80 today being in diapers 24/7. I seem to have regressed on my lack of control and things have just seemed to stabilize. I still drip but not as much and once I start to wet it will not stop. Physically I may not permanently need diapers at this point but I do feel mentally I can never take them off. I almost feel naked when I am not wearing one after getting out of the bath. One time this week I did not put one on as I ran down to my co-workers room to give him something. The entire time I felt as if I was going to go potty in my pants mentally. Wanting to take my diaper off after orgasm is non existent now. I simply fill my diaper and that is it....no mess to clean up. I never thought those feelings would go away. I think my brain has just clicked over to the realization that I am going to be diapered the rest of my life.

Mrs. Claus laid Max down while she drew some hot water into a large metal basin. She hummed Christmas carols, really old ones like “I Saw Three Ships” and “Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella”, as she added a special glittery bottle of some kind of syrupy liquid into the water, striring it around with her hand until it began to foam and bubble. To Max, it seemed like pure magic as he began to wiggle and cry out, kicking at his seriously-oversized pajama top and getting Mrs. Claus’s attention. “Oh goodness, you really are ready for bathtime, aren’t you gumdrop?” she cooed as she picked him up out of his pajama top and set him down in the warm soapy water. Though it wasn’t very cold inside Mr. and Mrs. Claus’s living quarters – in fact, it was downright cozy - the warm bathwater sent waves of relaxation and joy through his little body. He looked at the mountains of soapy bubbles and was overcome with a compulsion to bat at them, knocking them over into the steamy water below. Mrs. Claus shielded herself playfully from the ensuing splash-fest as she reached for a soft washcloth, dipping it into the water and running it over Max. “Oh, you little scamp,” she smiled as she bathed her charge. Max giggled as she gave him a bubble beard. “Oh you look so handsome,” she teased him, kissing the top of his head as she rinsed him off with a cup of fresh warm water. All bathed and clean, she hoisted him from the washbasin and into a snuggly white fluffy towel, swaddling him up like a newborn. The tightness of the swaddling left Max feeling very warm and secure, and he immediately relaxed from his wriggling as Mrs. Claus cradled him while looking for something for him to wear. “That drafty old top simply won’t do,” she commented as she set it aside. “Oh, but before we find you some clothes, we’ll need to get you a diaper.” Max’s little eyes lit up like Christmas lights, twinkling with excitement at the sound of that magic word “diaper”. He cooed his approval and Mrs. Claus smiled down at him. “Oh, now don’t tell me you turned yourself into a baby just for that,” she teased him more, and Max was thankful for a moment that he wasn’t able to speak and didn’t have to tell her the truth, though he could tell in her voice she already knew. A light blush crept across his cheeks, though she didn’t scold him in the slightest. “Well, I don’t want to disappoint, but I doubt these were what you had in mind,” she said as she lifted two puffy white strips of cloth from out of an old trunk and a pair of worn woolen shorts. It took Max a moment to realize what kind of diaper Mrs. Claus did have in mind, and he became very still. His knowledge of diapers were childish prints, sticky tabs, and lacy soft leg gatherings. This was nothing like what he had in mind. Mrs. Claus didn’t pause for a moment as she unwrapped Max, now all warm and dry and placed him on top of the first diaper cloth, folding and tucking it around his bottom and securing it with two little pins. Max wondered why no baby powder, and then he supposed there would be no reason for there to be baby powder at the North Pole. Judging from the wear of the cloth, he supposed he was the first baby in many years to be wrapped in them. He wondered as Mrs. Claus placed the second layer of diapering cloth around his waist how many years it had been since a baby had been in Mrs. Claus’s care, and he blushed to think that he was so lucky to be the first in generations to be diapered by the most famous motherly Christmas figure of all. Once his bottom was secure, Mrs. Claus pulled out a simple white linen dress, which reminded Max of a christening dress, but not nearly as ornate, and slipped it over him, pulling his arms gently through the sleeves, still humming the same old Christmas songs while she tied a plain white cap over his head. As she swaddled him in a heavier blanket, Max began to wonder what he must look like, not realizing that he was the picture of an infant from colonial times. She huddled the baby boy in her lap as she removed the only thing not relevant to the era the rest of the clothing had come in, perhaps if by magic: a little plastic red pacifier with a green button circled by tiny little silver bells. She placed it in Max’s mouth as she began to rock him in an old wooden chair. Max nursed on the pacifier as it made a soft jingling sound. The festive sound, pulsing softly with every suckle back and forth set the perfect beat as Mrs. Claus began to sing to him as he lay snuggled in her arms: Just hear those sleigh bells ring-a-ling, ring-ting-ting-a ling too Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling “yoo-hoo” Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you Max giggled around the pacifier as she began to bounce him ever-so-softly along with the song. Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, let’s go! Let’s look at the show We’re riding in a wonderland of snow Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, it’s grand just holding your hand We’re riding along with the song of a wintery fairy land Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we We’re snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be Let’s take the road before us and sing a chorus or two Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you Mrs. Claus sang in such a soft, slow, and soothing way that Max could feel his eyes getting heavy. What time was it? Was it almost Christmas morning? Was time even a thing in Santa’s workshop? The questions swirled around in his head and drifted just as quickly, melting away like honey into a cup of tea. The last thing he saw as he drifted off was Mrs. Claus’s smiling down on him, her little Christmas Eve angel.

I came back to the hotel after work today and apparently the maid decided to let me know that I don't use the potty only diapers. I have been giving her good tips because of my used diapers in the garbage can so she decided to be playful and put one of my diapers on the potty seat.

Today is a new first: I woke up with an entirely soaked dry24/7 with a booster. There must have been 3 wettings worth, all done while asleep; my boyfriend had just changed me right before I went to sleep. I think a major factor to last nights sleep wettings is that I haven't been feeling well for the past few days; I caught a bug or something. This has also caused me to have trouble sleeping and has left me sleep deprived. So when I finally was tired enough to stay asleep last night, I slept pretty deep. I feel that the deeper the sleep I have, the more likely it is I will wet in my sleep. This could explain why I've had other sleep wetting episodes where I will wet once early on in the night, when I'm in deep sleep, but wake up for later wettings, after I have caught up on rest. It was pretty darn awesome to wake up to a fully soaked diaper. I'm also surprised I didn't leak, which makes me think my wettings were pretty small. Hopefully things continue this way and progress into regular nightly wettings :).

Thanks for your comments everyone! I apologize for the delay on this chapter going up. Hope you enjoy though! Chapter 23: “WOW…” WAS ALL I could say as Amanda reached down and started the bathwater in the tub and added some bubble bath she’d brought with her. Once the water had started filling she reached down and pulled Bella’s dress off her head and untaped her diaper. She looked embarrassed with an audience, something I could relate to a moment later when my own outfit was unsnapped and my diaper was removed too. With a quick check of the temperature Amanda placed me inside the tub first and then Bella on the opposite end. “This is awkward,” Bella said quietly. “Yep,” I agreed. “And you’re both going to get used to it, huh?” Amanda said with a smile. “If I’m going to have two baby girls then they’re going to get baths together like normal sisters.” I sighed, “thank you for the bubbles at least,” I told her. It didn’t really prevent either of us from staring at the other, but I felt less exposed with a little bit of coverage on my groin. “So… umm… what’s your story Bella?” I asked. “What do you mean?” “Your family?” I asked as Amanda dumped water on my hair. She sighed, “My mom and dad just disappeared one night when I was fourteen. I didn’t see them for two years until one day some Amazon was pulling along two littles on leashes, wearing only collars and their diapers dripping poop down their legs.” I felt bad for her, “I’m sorry…” She shrugged sadly, “It happens… Too often… Anyway my older sister was nineteen then, so she and I lived together until after I graduated high school and started my fashion design program. She was with a CAMOL protest group right about the time the new president was elected. She was adopted right there on the spot after someone threw some dirty diapers at the counter-protestors…” “Ouch…” Amanda said as she poured warm water over my hair again to rinse the shampoo out. “I’m sorry…” “M… Mo…” she choked up, “Mommy, I said before, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. All I ask is that you please don’t go back on your word and make me like her and them… I’ll play baby, but please don’t make me like them…” Her tears were coming in streams then and Amanda gave her a hug. Her wet hair made a big wet mark on Amanda’s blouse but she didn’t care. “It’s okay sweetie, I promise.” I sat there and watched her console her, hoping beyond hope that things would be okay for her in the end. At the same time I couldn’t help feel worse that I knew I was going to have way more freedom than she would. I was a college student with a little bit of autonomy in theory. She would be nothing more than another forced baby doll… And the sad thing to me was that Amanda and Fred didn’t have a choice about it either, LPS probably would come snooping around this year... ‘Possibly sooner if whoever bugged our room gets involved…’ I thought to myself grimly. Amanda finished up washing both of us and pulled the plug out of the bathtub. “Fred, can you come give me a hand?” As he walked in the bathroom Bella froze and put her arms across her chest. Amanda sighed but pushed her arms down, “Bella, he’s your Daddy now… and you have to remember to act like you’re a baby now… You don’t have anything to be ashamed of, and people will get suspicious if you act like that…” She whimpered but didn’t try to cover herself again, “Fred, would you get Bella dressed so she can get used to you?” “What if I wanted Daddy to take care of me?” I asked, trying to help Bella out. “Not tonight sweetie,” she told me with a look that said she appreciated what I was doing, but behave. I sighed and lifted my arms up and let her pick me up in a towel while Fred picked up a shaking Bella in another towel. We were carried into the room where two changing pads were now laying out on a table. To my surprise Fred was quicker than Amanda, so Bella was dressed in a pink set of footed pajamas before I was in my own purple set. She took us into the bathroom and blow-dried Bella’s hair first, then my own, before braiding our hair into loose braids. Bella’s braid was longer than mine, but that made sense with her being older and a girl her whole life. “Okay, time for a bedtime story,” Amanda said as she carried us both over to the couch, now dressed in a robe. She put me on her right knee as she leaned against her left side of the couch, and then brought Bella into her lap on the other side with her arms around us. “Once upon a time…” I enjoyed the story because it was a new one to me again, but I noticed that Bella looked sadder and sadder. At the end she was quietly sobbing, “Shh, it’s okay,” Amanda told her. Without saying anything else Amanda picked me up and sat me to her side for a moment as she laid Bella across her lap with her legs coming towards me. Amanda undid the robe and pushed her head towards her left breast, “Go ahead and nursie,” to Bella after she gave her a crazy look. “Do I have to…?” Bella asked nervously. “Try it and see how you feel about it?” Amanda suggested. I watched Bella tentatively look at Amanda’s large breast and reach her head forward. She opened her mouth nervously and tentatively suckled, and a moment later she was on the autopilot I knew too well. I was feeling hungry and jealous beyond words, something Amanda picked up on with a smile. “I have two you know…” She placed me to where I was laying on top of Bella and able to get to her right breast that was closer to me. As soon as I began nursing I stopped worrying about sharing and went to sleep. IN THE NIGHT I woke up a couple times to Bella crying softly in her playpen across the bed from where I lay in the crib. I pretended to sleep through Amanda getting up and consoling poor Bella before nursing her back to sleep both times. ‘I guess Amazon milk has its uses…’ I admitted. ‘I definitely need to stick to less though, my potty training definitely takes big steps back when I have more…’ I managed to go back to sleep the second time and stayed asleep until I was lifted up by Fred. “Come on my little fish, time to wake up…” “Ugh…” I opened my eyes, “for the last time dolphins are not fish…” He laughed and sat me down on the makeshift-changing table. Once I was stripped of my pajamas he changed my soaked diaper and dressed me in a romper that was purple with white polka dots on it. The outfit snapped up the front and left these very frilly thin cap sleeves at the top. I saw there were two tiny bows over the top of the top two snaps. I sighed in embarrassment as it covered a bit more than a regular onesie down my legs, but not by enough. As I wiped the sleep out of my eyes I looked and saw that Amanda had just finished dressing Bella in a larger version of the same outfit. “We’re twinning,” I said unsure of if I should be happy with this or not. Bella groaned, “Are we going to do this all of the time?” “Don’t you want to sis? I want to be just like you when I grow up!” I told her with my best peppy valley girl accent. She looked at me in horror while Amanda and Fred laughed. After a moment of frowning at me she said, “You do that way too well…” I shrugged, “I try.” “No we won’t do this all of the time,” Amanda said a moment later, “but coming to Looney World is kind of a time for it.” I looked at her and realized that she had an outfit that wasn’t the same, but coordinated with the colors. “Let’s do both of your hair now!” she said sounding excited. “So… umm… what am I today?” I asked nervously as she began working on Bella’s hair first. “I figured you’d probably rather be a little?” she said. “If we pretend you’re just three-months we might as well not go anywhere…” I nodded, “How bad are we going to get picked on today?” “That’s the great thing about this park sweetie, they have a philosophy that littles are to be treated as babies. Picking on them is not allowed and they fire any member of their staff who act otherwise.” “Seriously?” Bella asked. “I thought those were just lies…” “No, I’ve been here before as a kid with Hannah,” she smiled a bit and looked sad at the same time, “that trip was one of the few times it felt like Hannah was a real person. She got babied, but no one made one mean comment. I remember actually Chloe was starting to pick on her and Bugs Bunny came and told her to knock it off.” “So they have cast members dressed up as all of the characters?” I asked. “Yep, and we’re going to get as many pictures as we can with you two!” she smiled. It was clear to me that while Amanda hadn’t planned on picking up another little, the overly maternal side of her was having a blast with it. She put Bella’s hair into two floppy pigtails that went from the top of her head to flow down. She then found a purple bow that she attached to the middle of her head right in front of the pigtails. I looked up at the mural on the wall and figured out she was matching her hair to Baby Lola’s. I watched her give Bella a hug, which seemed to bring a slight smile on her nervous face, before she picked her up and put her down on the floor. She stared curiously at me for a second before toddling over towards the couch. “Next!” she said as she picked me up from next to her and placed me in front of her on the bed. I felt her work with my hair to do the same style and couldn’t help but run my hand up to feel it when it was done. She squealed and gave me a tight hug, “You two look adorable!” “Thanks…” I said. She sat me down on the ground next to where Bella had found a seat, “Mommy is going to go use the potty and then we’ll go down and get breakfast before we go to the park!” “Well she’s excited about this trip…” I said to Bella. She shrugged, “I’m actually kind of excited too… This is the only way I would have ever seen it… Hate that I’m dressed like this, but better get used to it, huh?” I nodded, “It’s not so bad after a few days… Besides, if you keep nursing from Amanda it’ll help you not even think about using your diapers.” “Huh?” I looked at her, “What did you think when you nursed last night?” She squirmed, “I was mortified and disgusted when she opened her robe… but once I had a taste I couldn’t stop…” She paused, “It’s the same milk I had yesterday from your bottle?” I nodded, “Probably.” “It tastes really good… I didn’t even know what hit me once I started… I just zoned out, it takes away your potty-training?” “Something about it does me at least… We figured out how much it affected me when we cleansed my body for the CARE exam… My potty-training was fully back with it all out of my system. It’s too bad too, I really like it…” “So how often for you?” “Only nightly now… Although yesterday I guess was special.” “Do you think she’ll limit me like that?” “Limit you like what?” Amanda asked as she came out of the bathroom. Fred came back inside from the hallway then too. “I was telling her about side-effects of your milk,” I told her. “Oh…” Amanda said. “Do I have to be limited like Stacy?” “You don’t want to be?” Fred asked. “If it keeps me from having to think about wetting and messing my diapers… no.” “Well then…” Amanda paused, “I guess I don’t have to pump anymore… Good thing I haven’t done that yet this morning. I’ll nurse you down at breakfast?” She said tentatively. Bella almost looked excited and I sort of understood. The green eyed jealousy monster raged a bit inside of me, but remembering my diapers after the flight yesterday reminded me that was a bad idea. I sighed and Amanda looked at me understandingly. “I’m sorry Stacy, but I don’t think…” I shook my head, “No I shouldn’t… We ready?” She came over and picked me up and squeezed me gently, “Stacy, don’t think I don’t love you any less now that you have a sister. I’d happily nurse you both all day long if I could…” I nodded, “but we can’t… So can we go get food? Assuming I’m not going to be restricted to baby food down at the restaurant?” She laughed, “You get regular table food – you can feed yourself if you want too.” I nodded, “Thanks…” “Come here Bella,” she told her after she had me settled onto one side. Amanda easily picked her up and held her in her other arm while Fred pushed our empty new stroller and diaper bag down the hall. In the elevator a couple minutes later we had to stop on a few floors on the way down to let others on. A teenage Amazon girl and her parents were the first ones on. “Oh my gosh, she’s so adorable!” the girl cooed towards me before looking at Bella, “And you must be her pretty big sister!” “Cute outfits,” the girls mom said. “Mom if you would adopt a little we could dress them just like that!” The mom laughed, “You’re sixteen, you’re only two years from being able to adopt your own. I don’t need to change any more poopy diapers. Your first five years in them, and then the other when you were ten was more than enough for me!” I watched the girl turn bright red, “Moom,” she griped. I giggled a little unable to help myself and the girl stuck her tongue out at me, “At least I don’t wear them any more…” “Thank God,” her father breathed, “Your poopy diapers were even more awful to change then...” Several more stops interrupted the seemingly endless stream of people embarrassing their real and fake kids. Downstairs I saw that almost every one of the poor littles had those awful collars on their necks. Half of them seemed to have leashes attached to those, and it scared me to see the number of littles forced to crawl and keep up while their ‘parents’ choked them with those damn things. I buried my head into Amanda who gave me a reassuring squeeze. We ended up in the Daffy Kitchen restaurant that was in the hotel. “Good morning, how many?” a lady at a hostess stand said. I looked back up then and noticed that Bugs and Daffy were standing with a photographer. I smiled at them and they waived at me. I waived back as Fred said, “Two adults and two regular baby highchairs please.” “Will your daughters be eating from the buffet?” “Please,” he said. “It’ll be about five minutes if you want to let your little girls get a picture?” He made eye contact with me and I nodded up and down, “Please?” I asked, realizing Bella now had a pacifier in her mouth though I didn’t. “Okay,” he said with a smile. Amanda walked over to where Bugs and Daffy were standing and handed me to Bugs, and Bella to Daffy. They held us securely and the photographer said, “Smile!” I obliged him and hoped the picture was both cute and not too embarrassing. I hugged Bugs before I thought he was going to hand me back to Amanda, but instead they joined us for a picture. Once done I was given to Amanda and Bella was given to Fred who had parked the stroller somewhere and had the diaper bag on his shoulder. We heard, “Fred, party of four?” They followed the hostess back to a table with two high chairs on either side of the table and two chairs next to them. Amanda handed me to Fred and put Bella in the highchair next to her. “Fred would you please get Stacy a bib out of the diaper bag and then hand me one of Bella’s?” “Sure honey,” he said. A moment later he passed over a bib to Amanda while he fastened a ‘Daddy’s Princess’ bib on me. Amanda put one on Bella that said ‘Messy Princess,’ so I guessed I won the lottery there. Bella looked down at her chest and groaned while my stomach made a loud growl. “We didn’t have dinner last night, did we?” I said in surprise. “You skipped lunch too,” Amanda said to me. “That’s part of why I nursed you the extra times yesterday,” she told me. I blushed but nodded, “did you two eat?” “Daddy got us something to eat after you two were put to bed.” Bella was looking at me like I was crazy to be talking. The waitress came by a moment later and said, “What can I get you all to drink?” “I’ll have coffee and a water,” Fred answered. “Coffee and water for me,” she said. “Anything for them?” She asked her, pointing towards Bella and me. “I’ve got bottles for them.” “Very good then, I’ll be back with your drinks. You’re welcome to go ahead and fill up your plates at the buffet.” “Thanks,” Amanda said. After she walked away she said, “Fred, why don’t you go get a plate for yourself and whatever Stacy wants. We’ll do this in two rounds that way we don’t have to carry babies and food…” “Okay,” he told her before looking at me, “What do you want?” I thought for a second, “Eggs, sausage, bacon… and pancakes if they have it?” “Add some fruit too,” Amanda told him. “And remember she’s not that big!” He laughed, “You just don’t want her proving how much she can eat again.” “That’s it, you’re on Stacy diaper duty the rest of this trip mister…” she said with a mock glare. He hugged me, “See what this says,” pointing to the bib, “don’t hate because she’s a daddy’s girl.” She stuck her tongue out at him and said, “Hand me the diaper bag on your way by.” She dug out a bottle of apple juice that she handed to me. Another bottle for Bella rested on the table out of her reach while Amanda pulled out a cloth that she put over her shoulder. “C’mere you,” she said to Bella as she unstrapped her. I watched with more than a little bit of envy as she situated her on her lap and presented her with a breast. Bella’s face was bright red throughout, but as soon as she began nursing she was hard at work ignoring the world. I sighed and put the bottle of juice in my mouth and began nursing it. Fred took long enough getting our food that Amanda had burped Bella once and switched her to her other side. “Do you want me to go get your plates?” He asked her as she sat there. “No, she’ll be done soon I’m guessing…” He shook his head, “Okay,” and then sat down a plate of food in front of me that he had actually done quite well with! A mini pancake stack that was a little smaller than my hand in diameter, was joined by a small pile of eggs, a piece of sausage that might as well have been a hot dog to me, two pieces of bacon, and then three strawberries the size of apples to me. “You have her utensils?” he asked Amanda. “They’re in the bag here,” she said with Bella still firmly attached to her. He walked over to the bag and she pointed to a Ziploc that looked to have about six sets of plastic forks and spoons that she had made for me. He gave me a set and said, “dig in!” I had made it through the bacon and part of the sausage when Amanda sat Bella up and burped her over her shoulder. I watched and grimaced a bit as milk spattered the well-placed burp cloth. Amanda used it to wipe her mouth and her breast discreetly. “Okay, I’m going to go get you a plate of food Bella,” she told her with a smile and hugged her. She buckled her into the seat. Bella looked zoned out, but her face turned red again as she noticed me watching her. I smiled briefly at her but kept eating and looked back down at my plate. Amanda was back much faster than Fred and just brought one plate of food and a bowl of oatmeal. “Now I figure you’re probably not real hungry after nursing,” I heard her say to her, “but I want you to eat some of this and then I’ll let you have some eggs and fruit.” Bella for her part just nodded as Amanda then brought a spoonful of oatmeal to her mouth. I think Bella couldn’t help but note the serious disconnect by our sizes and the way we were being treated. The waitress stopped by then and said, “Well, don’t you have a good eater here!” towards me. “That she is,” Amanda said as she stuffed another bite of mush into Bella’s mouth. I just hoped the lady would move on soon. Fortunately after cooing over Bella a little too she left. I managed to eat all of the meal without getting anything on my bib – something I was quite proud of but didn’t say anything. Meanwhile Bella had oatmeal across her bib and face, eggs on her bib and tray, and definitely was getting the embarrassing end of the meal. Amanda had just put down her fork for her last bite when Bella began whimpering with tears going down her face. I didn’t have to wonder why for long though since I could smell her diaper from across the table. Amanda gently picked her up out of her highchair and put her pacifier in her mouth. She looked at Fred, “I’m glad this worked, I didn’t really want to have to use those enemas tonight…” “Well with as much as it makes our other princess poop I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try,” Fred told her. “Is that why you nursed her twice at night too?” I asked. Bella turned red and more tears streamed down her face, while Amanda told me, “Only part of it Stacy, now be a good girl and let Mommy and Daddy talk…” I blushed at the rebuke, but understood I probably had embarrassed Bella more. “Fred, you want to pay and gather up the stroller – I’ll go change these two?” “I thought Daddy was going to change me!” I said with a smirk. “I did say that, huh?” She said. “Well then, I’ll change Bella and then you can take Stacy and change her.” With that, and not another word, she carried her and the diaper bag out to the front where the restrooms were. “Well at least I got lucky, no poopy diaper on you right now?” He suggested. I smiled an innocent smile at him and suspicion clouded his face. I could feel the need to go and as soon as I was picked up I planned to get it over with! ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES later Bella was set in the raised stroller seat behind me. While shopping yesterday they had decided to get a double stroller that had the back seat raised to where that baby… person… could still see above the other. In the family changing room Fred had grimaced at the state of my diaper, and I just giggled the whole time. It still made me nervous to have anyone change me, but I really was becoming desensitized to Fred now. “Hold out your wrist Stacy,” Amanda told me while reaching for the one opposite my LittleProtect device and charm bracelet. I watched as she put on a wristband that reminded me both of the LittleProtect device and the MagicBands that Disney had the last time we visited. I noticed that mine was a baby pink color, while the one she attached to Bella moment later was red. “What’s the difference?” I asked. “Not sure other than size?” she said. “Did she know you were a little last night?” Bella asked from behind me. I shook my head, “I think she thought I was a real infant…” “I bet you’ll see littles are all wearing the red,” she told me. “Now you two be good while we go through the security gate. I’m sure we’ll have to pull you out to have the stroller searched, just suck on your pacis until we get in, okay?” She told me as she pushed mine into my mouth and reinserted Bellas too. I sighed but just sucked on the silicone teat reflecting that of all the things out there this was actually pretty comforting. ‘As long as it’s not one of those locking ones…’ I remembered. The walk from the hotel to the park was very short and we were soon in the security lines. As expected when we got to the front a gentleman asked, “Would you please pull your babies from the stroller and then hand it to me?” “Yes sir,” Amanda said and soon I found myself in her arms while Bella was in Fred’s. “Arm Bands?” A lady asked a moment later. Amanda pushed my arm out along with hers to be scanned. “Thank you,” she said before smiling at me, “Have fun today!” Fred and Bella were not far behind and we were quickly buckled back into the stroller. “Where to first?” Fred asked Amanda. “Well, I figure we’ll do some of the rides the girls can go on, maybe get a souvenir or two, lunch, and then we’ll head over to the aquarium for our little fish to swim her heart out with some finned friends?” I looked up at where she had turned to look at me and tickle my side. “Dolphin,” I said as I pushed my pacifier out and let it hang from the holder she had connected to my outfit. I heard Bella groan in disbelief behind me, followed by a giggle that told me she at least found our banter humorous. “Wait, I get to go swimming with dolphins?” I asked excitedly as what she said dawned on me. “I knew that would make her day.” Amanda said, obviously talking to Fred, “Bella can go too if she wants?” I could hear Bella squirm behind me, “No thank you… I don’t swim well... or really ever…” I started at that a bit, but in my mind could picture why. ‘As a little it wouldn’t have been normal to go anywhere you could have been easily diapered and kidnapped like a pool. I wonder if she’d even had a kiddy pool growing up?’ “We’ll have to teach you when we get home,” I told her as I wanted to turn around to see her, but even if I could with the harness around me, there was no view to the rear seat. “Umm… Okay…” she sounded nervous. “Here, let’s start with this ride!” Fred said somewhat more enthusiastically than I would have expected. I saw Amanda had my sling on as she unbuckled me from the seat. I was quickly settled into a forward facing position as I watched Fred put on a larger harness carrier that he secured Bella into similarly. She blushed deeply as he settled her in, “All good Bella?” He asked her gently. She just nodded and sucked on the pacifier that she hadn’t apparently felt like being without. Mine still hung loosely from my outfit and Amanda took that opportunity to push it back into my mouth as we joined the line. Amanda and Fred held each others hands as they walked through the metal queue bars. It was apparently early enough for the lines to be short, or the ride just wasn’t that popular, because it was a long walk before they finally met up with a line of people waiting a short distance from where guests boarded boats. Along the way the walls featured decorations and moving robots that reminded me a bit of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride from Disney World, but instead was themed ‘Bugs vs. the Pirates.’ “Wow, you have two beautiful baby girls there!” a woman with an Amazon girl holding her hand said to Amanda. “Thank you,” Amanda said and gave me a squeeze, “your daughter is quite the pretty little princess too!” The young girl was probably about eight and blushed. “What do you say Hazel?” her mom prodded. “Thank you,” she said shyly. “How old are your littles?” the lady asked sweetly. “Stacy here is eighteen, and Bella there is twenty-three.” “They seem very well behaved!” “Yes they are,” Amanda said with a laugh, “perfect angels really.” “My friends have little sisters, but they don’t behave. They’re always getting spankings and icky baby food!” little Hazel said. “Not like you, huh sweet pea?” her mother asked with a smile. “Nope! I even get to change and feed them sometimes!” “What a big girl you are…” Amanda muttered. I squirmed a bit, more than slightly disturbed by yet another sign of how young Amazons were brainwashed to mistreat littles. You almost couldn’t fault the kids because it was simply the parents teaching them the behavior. It was really like back in the days of segregation when everyone just kept regurgitating nonsense about people who weren’t white. I frowned around the pacifier and the lady picked up on it. “Do you get lots of spankings and baby food to make you behave like a good baby girl?” She asked me in a sweet tone of voice, but the taunt was still clear. I was about to pull the pacifier out of my mouth and speak back but Amanda held it in there gently with a finger as she gave me a gentle squeeze on me with her arms, “I’ve never spanked her honestly, and the only time she’s had baby food was in a restaurant when it matched our meal. You asked how I get my daughters to behave? I didn’t kidnap them.” Thankfully we had just reached the end of the line and the lady and her daughter got into a different car than we did. There was definitely an awkward silence as Amanda and Fred sat down next to each other and loosened the carriers as instructed. It meant Bella and I both had a bit of freedom to look around as the ride began. I was once again struck by the amazing progress this world had made in technology! Where Disney thrived with animatronics, this park seemed to have perfect AI behind robots that actually would interact with us as we passed. Holograms, real ones like the assistant that super computer, seemed to float as ghosts through part of the ride. I almost forgot that I was being held in Amanda’s lap as opposed to being in a seat on my own until we got to the end and she refastened the sling with me. As she bounced me a couple times I felt her fingers reach into my diaper, “I’ve got a wet little girl here, how about yours?” She asked Fred as they took some steps away from the ride. “Stinky,” he said, “and wet.” “Let’s go find the family room then and get them changed,” Amanda said and held her hand out to Fred again. The handholding was sweet as they found our stroller but didn’t bother placing us back into it. Not being too far from the front of the park they quickly found the room and carried us inside. “Need a changing table?” A lady in a uniform asked as we came in. “Please,” she told her. She directed us to a table far into the room and we passed a number of genuine babies, littles, and even older Amazon children getting their diapers changed. “You want to take Stacy and I’ll change Bella?” Amanda asked as she sat the diaper bag on the large countertop.” “I’ve got her,” he said with a smile. Poor Bella was most certainly not smiling and around the pacifier in her mouth I could see the frown and tears going down her eyes. “Pwease just change me already…” she begged. He kissed her head as he pulled her out of the harness and lay her down. Amanda meanwhile began unfolding a changing mat for him to use on the large counter and did the same for me. As Bella’s diaper was opened I gagged and wanted to throw up. They may have been worried about her being stopped up, but the runny pile of poop in her diaper definitely proved that was not necessary. “Icky, huh,” Amanda whispered in my ear as she lay me down, popped open the snaps on my romper, and pulled the tapes of my diaper loose. I was glad of her changing my diaper as soon as the wipe hit my rear end I was able to ignore the smell next to me! I was quickly redressed in a new diaper, before Bella and I were back attached to the front of our respective ‘parent.’ “Do you want to just check the stroller in here?” Fred asked, “I think we can probably just carry these two?” Amanda looked at him and shrugged, “sure, might as well. Not sure I want to carry their diaper bag everywhere though too?” “Just check it into a locker?” “And when they need changed?” “We’ll come back?” He suggested. She shrugged and looked down at me. I looked up awkwardly since I was facing forward, “Think you both can make it a couple hours in those diapees?” I sighed, but nodded. With that I think they both found it a bit easier to move around the park. Rides like Marvin’s Space Adventure, Piggy’s Carousel, Tweety’s Flight, and Sylvester’s Haunted House occupied our next couple hours that flew by. As much as I was embarrassed to enjoy the environment deemed appropriate for toddlers, I was smiling if nothing else at seeing the universe come alive. What Walt Disney had done in our dimension, Albert Warner apparently had outdone. Coupled with the technology that made our first ride come alive I was truly in awe. “I wish I could go on the big kids rides,” I told Amanda as she now carried me in the sling, “the effects are so cool!” Amanda laughed, “I’m sorry princess, but you are much too small for many other rides. Bella could ride a few more, but I don’t want to make you too jealous there,” she kissed my head. I sighed, “I wouldn’t mind that much… I’m getting a better deal overall than she will,” I told her quietly. I was currently repositioned to face her as we walked back to the locker she’d stashed our stuff. “I know,” she said sadly. “I’m hoping some day we can find a way to get things right.” “What about her apartment?” I asked her quietly since Fred and Bella were a little ways ahead of us. “We called and had everything switched to our names. We’ll move out her stuff next week…” I just sat silently and nodded. Both Bella and I had wet diapers by this point that were quickly changed and the two of us sat down in the stroller. I really hated continually being harnessed into places, and this trip was increasingly not allowing me to have as much freedom as I’d gotten used to the previous few days. I squirmed a bit before Amanda’s head peeked in and handed me a bottle full of juice, “Here sweetie, why don’t you drink this while we find lunch.” I just nodded and stuck the bottle in my mouth and drank. I hadn’t had much that day so far, so I was definitely thirsty! “Thanks,” I said around it but her head was gone and I heard her checking on Bella behind me. Being increasingly bored I just watched people from my short perch as we passed down the fake roadway leading to wherever Fred was pushing us. Happy families of real children would pass by, cranky children would pass by, and frequently enough the other families with littles trapped as babies passed by. The park really did a good job of making even the most despondent of those seem like it was an okay day to be out and about. There was a fair share of spankings and other punishment I could see, but a lot of it was toned down from everywhere else I had been in this dimension. Since we had arrived at the park we hadn’t really had many negative encounters picking on even Bella. I sighed, ‘Poor girl…’ Not too far down the road we came up on a restaurant that was called ‘Taz’s Café’ with plenty of pictures of him around and a décor that looked like it leaned Australian. “Come here you,” Fred said to me as he unbuckled the confining harness and picked me up. Amanda had grabbed Bella and held her on her hip while Fred decided to give me a piggyback ride. I appreciated the view from his shoulders even as he had to duck down a little at the doorway to not hit my head! I noticed that he also had our diaper bag on his shoulder as we walked up to the counter. “How can I help you?” “Yes, I’d like a meat pie,” Fred said. “I’ll have one of those Sausage Sangs,” Amanda said and looked up at me questioningly. I looked at the board and thought that sounded good, but the fish and chips sounded better, “Fish and chips please?” I asked politely. “Anything for your other daughter?” The lady asked. “She’ll share the fish and chips with my other daughter.” I felt bad and looked over at Bella hoping she wasn’t mad. “It’s okay,” she mouthed to me. I worried that I was seeing a quick devolving of Amanda into another crazy Amazon woman with the fact I felt like Bella was getting the short end of the straw. “Why don’t you go sit down with them and I’ll wait for the order?” He asked her. “Okay,” she said and he pulled her off of his shoulders and handed me to her. She took that moment though to set both of us on the ground and put my hand in Bella’s, while she reached for hers. “Keep up with Mommy,” she told us. I sighed but was glad I had Bella to hang onto rather than Amanda – I didn’t have to reach up nearly as high to hold her hand! Bella on the other hand was reaching very high still and Amanda leaned over a little as she led us to a couple high chairs that she pushed over to a table. Amanda picked me up and buckled me in before picking Bella up and setting her on her lap. When she unbuttoned her shirt I didn’t feel so bad about picking lunch… ‘Why am I so jealous…?’ I angrily asked myself as I watched Bella awkwardly latch onto Amanda’s breast from my highchair. Fred arrived a moment later and asked, “Do you have a bottle or something for Stacy?” as he sat down a large basket of fish the size of my torso and chips as thick as my arms. “There’s another bottle of juice in the diaper bag for her,” she said nodding towards it. “If you can fill up one of those empty bottles with some water from the dispenser for Bella too please.” Fred did as he was told and scooted me in closer to the table. He was kind enough to take a knife quickly and section up the fish into a few more manageable chunks. I grabbed the first large piece in my hand and carefully spent the next twenty-minutes carving away at it before Bella finished her nursing session. Amanda had managed to eat her sausage sandwich and drink a fair amount of water herself while feeding her. “Still hungry?” Amanda asked Bella. She shrugged and nodded. I watched as she leaned over and grabbed one of the far parts of the fish from where Fred had cut it and handed it to her. She slowly ate at it like I had been. I’d also spent some time attacking a large piece of potato myself. I slowed down eventually, and Bella didn’t even finish the piece of fish she had, when Amanda asked, “Are my little girls all done?” I looked at the food in front of me and nodded while Bella said, “Yes.” “Which princess do you want?” Fred asked her. “You can take the fish for a while.” I stuck my tongue out at her, “Dolphins are not…” I was interrupted with a pacifier in my mouth. I glared at Fred who just laughed and picked me up. Back at the stroller we were sat back inside and pushed through the streets until I notice we were coming to a new part of the park that was ‘Mr. Limpet’s Incredible Aquarium.’ “Who’s Mr. Limpet?” I heard Bella ask behind me. I pulled my pacifier out, “He was a fictional guy who got turned into a fish and single handedly helped the US Navy destroy German U-Boats…” Fred peeked around me and said, “Hmm… close, but not quite.” I looked at him with a questioning face, “He’s a dolphin,” he smiled at me. “And you know dolphins aren’t fish, right?” I sighed as I realized that while he had been a fish in my dimension, the picture was stylized into a dolphin here. I shook my head and plopped my pacifier back in my mouth. I started seeing different signs of where to go to see dolphins, whales, otters, sharks, and other creatures popping up. Before we got too far though I saw a water play area with littles and babies splashing about. Most of them only wore diapers with no swimsuits. Some of the littles had more than enough breast development to feel like I was seeing something I shouldn’t. I was just thinking about how hot it was though when the stroller stopped and I was picked up out of the seat. A bathroom and changing area was next to us along with signs saying, “Swim Diapers only in water areas. All littles and children below this height must be in protection.” The sign looked to be well over my head, and when Bella was stood up beside it I could see she was just right at the edge of it. “You’re close, but since you’re a baby we just get to keep you in a diapee, huh?” Amanda said with condescension in her voice that bothered me. Bella sighed, “Yes Mommy,” she said. Amanda took that moment to pick her back up and tickle her and gave her a hug. Both of us were stripped of the rompers quickly before our wet diapers were exchanged for swim diapers. I was a little nervous based on the lack of clothing on the others that we would be naked, but this was apparently planned for because both Bella and I found ourselves in cute swimming suits. “Okay you two, let’s go play!” She carried us out and set us down on the edge of a large splash park area. I turned to Bella who looked mortified about all of this and didn’t know what to do. “Come on Bella,” I told her with a smile and grabbed her hand and pulled her over to a mushroom that had water pouring out from it. “This is so…” She said when we were alone by the mushroom. I realized it was the first time we had actually been alone so far. “Embarrassing?” I finished for her. She nodded, “What do they expect us to do?” I smiled at her, “Look happy, maybe enjoy ourselves a little?” “How? I just lost everything…” I hugged her, “If I know anything it’s that things are not always as they seem with Amanda and Fred, if you want to be free again I’ll help you get to be that way after a while. For now…” Bella froze right then and I looked worriedly at her before figuring out she was going poop. “It’s okay, she’ll…” I started to say. “He’s here… he followed us…” Bella said and I followed her gaze to where I could see the man clearly watching us from across the way. The man who had lured her to Selegnasol! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please let me know what you thought! Comments always help motivate me when I hit a block, so please keep your thoughts coming! I'm hoping to be able to post another chapter before Christmas, but I'll be traveling to visit family during the holidays - we'll see if I can get the privacy or not. Thanks for continuing to read this!

I use LL Medico, 7 mil RearZ or My Protex panties. They are made so that one size can fit a large range. When Comco went down, I went on the hunt for a replacement and found the LL Medoc was the best in the heavy material cadegory which was what Comco was. A panty that fits a large size range is better since you can use different sized to suit the diaper situation you are in, or have the side seam lenth/crotch width advantage of a larger size which you can not ordinalrily wear for LL medico, I can fit small to 3x large very well. The RearZ I can use medium to large. Also the smooth materials are really better quality and and easier to clean and care for. I find the Babykins serviceable but the once I fit into are not sufficient in side seam length or crotch width (both measured at the sortes or narrowest point). The Babykins rubber panties are excellent but I had to specify the side seam and crothc size If you looke at the respective size charts you will see what I mean. Comco and Babykins were very waist-size specific and for them I could wear Med and large because the large size when unstretched was not much different from the medium.Unfortunately, the problem we had destroyed my "Review" page where I went into the subject in depth,. and I do not know if I should, or can, re=create it. I would like to recover it, My "Baby Doll" little girl grooming supplies and my Retro Little Girl Lessons. They took ages to build and I do not know if I can remember all the materials, which were in my blog Also, back in the day, disposables were generically called "pampers", not diapers and were not called diapers until the 1980's or so and I still do not consider them the "real thing" and do not use thm in my "little" context

Most persons call them rubber in ordinary conversation.. In fact, when I was little they called vinyl "rubber, also but not polyetheline. Iugess that is because the things that vinly was used to make previously had been made of rubber. I did not even know the term "vinyl" until I was 15. When the grainy material started to be used they called that "plastic" If you were to be punished it was usually called "diapers and rubber panties" or just "rubber panties" since diapers did not really look different from other pieces of clothe, but there was no mistaking the panties Also, "plastic" and "vinyl" were not used too often as trade names. I think Goodrich called theirs "Koroseal" as did the early Empire, and in the 1970's Empire called it "Wataseal" and in the early days, some of the small, local or regional companies that made things out of it called it things like "Dura-pruf", "E Z Kare" , "FlowerPetal", French Satin" (I saw one cause where a little girl was going on a long trip and would have to wear diapers and she balked at wearing "rubber panties " and her mother said they were not rubber and showed her the label and said they were not rubber but "French Satin"), Taffe-Teen" and "RosEtte" Also, back in the day, disposables were generically called "pampers", not diapers and were not called diapers until the 1980's or so and I still do not consider them the "real thing" and do not use thm in my "little" context

"Those are my updates for now. Honestly, I feel great about the progress I've made so far. It's awesome that I am starting to feel control slipping in both night and day time situations. Even still, I really wish progress moved faster than it is going; it feels like it's moving at a snail's pace. I keep wishing there was a way to become instantly and permanently incontinent, but since that's not really possible, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing." Just hang there, you had your whole life to potty train so it will take time and effort to un-potty train. For me if was worth it, love that I am now diaper depended.

35.5 weeks in (8 and a half months): I have a few changes to report, so here it goes! Life Changes: Life has gotten a lot busier lately and a lot of it has to do with moving to a different work schedule. I used to work 12 hour shifts and only had to work 15 days out of the month. Now I’m working 8 hour shifts, 5 days a week. I don’t like that I have to show up to work more days out of the month, but the benefits of the shift outweigh the negatives. One good part about 8 hour shifts is that it’s much easier to manage wearing diapers. If I put on enough protection, I’m able to go the entire shift without needing a change. Before, on the 12 hour shifts, I would have to change at least once during the shift. The best part of the new shift is that it lines up with my Boyfriend’s work schedule. Now we work the same days and hours which allows us to be with each other every day after work and on weekends. It's been amazing. I can't spend enough time with that guy and I love it that we are always in diapers. Another change to my life is that I got new uniform pants for work. Before, my pants were very form fitting and didn’t allow for any bulk from a diaper without imprinting through the fabric; I wasn't planning on wearing diapers when I first was fitted for the pants. Now all of my work pants easily conceals my diapers! It had been a few years since I had new work pants and I was well overdue. When I went into the fitting, I made sure to have a relatively bulky abdl diaper on and try on several pairs of pants until I found a size that fit comfortable over the diaper while also concealing them. Day-time Progress: There has been some very slight/subtle changes and progress made since my last update, but most everything else is the same as it was a couple months ago. Most of the time I am conscious of any urge to pee while at the same time I try to stay relaxed so my body urinates as frequently as possible. One notable change is that there's been an increase in the amount of times I will pee without consciously choosing to pee. This has been a slow transition over the past 3 weeks or so. Before, I would have 1 episode a week where I suddenly find myself urinating without telling myself to urinate, now it's 3 or more times a week. This happens mostly when I’m focused on something, like when I'm cleaning or playing video games. I’ll be in the middle of a game, then suddenly without warning, I feel my bladder spasm and I realize that I’m wetting myself. I also am having episodes of stress incontinence. On one episode, I was having a coughing fit and I realized I was urinating spurts of pee with each cough. Another time I was laughing so hard I was spurting pee with each laugh. Anytime I have a bowel movement now, any urine in my bladder starts to dribble out. In all those cases, once I started to urinate, I didn’t stop until my bladder was empty. On a different note: I've been experiencing some dull pain and cramps around my bladder. I'm actually having one as I write this. This one has been going on since last night and has been constant all day, with slightly more pain when moving or urinating. I had similar pain and cramps for a day last week as well. I don't appear to have a UTI so I'm not really sure why it hurts, other than it could be related to my un-training. Night-time Progress: I’ve only had two episodes of wetting in my sleep since the last time I reported on sleep wetting (last Friday and a week ago Friday). Each time this happens, I only sleep wet with my first wetting of the night and then my body wakes me up for every subsequent wetting. Bowel Progress: There really isn't anything to report on this front (or rear--he he). I'm still mainly having one bowel movement a day as I'm getting out of bed. One time I had a second bowel movement but that was after I got home from work. It's super easy to go, I don't even push. I just relax and my body pushes it out for me. I feel like I still have control but I never choose to use it. __________________ Those are my updates for now. Honestly, I feel great about the progress I've made so far. It's awesome that I am starting to feel control slipping in both night and day time situations. Even still, I really wish progress moved faster than it is going; it feels like it's moving at a snail's pace. I keep wishing there was a way to become instantly and permanently incontinent, but since that's not really possible, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing.

Welcome to Daily Diapers, Howdy21, I'm a woman about your age who grew up with a tiny over-active bladder. Consequently I often wore 'just-in-case' pinned classic Curity flat gauze 21x40" diapers on trips and for special events. My personal preference to this day is for gauze diapers covered by vinyl panties in bed. What you will find from reading about washable diapers is the major regional preference differences. Besides flat gauze diapers there are also prefolds. Before 1900 the Curity division of Kendal Mills began weaving a version of their bandage gauze for use as diapers. After 1900 Dundee Mills began making cotton Birdseye weave diapers. Birdseye is similar to gauze but made with thicker thread, so it does not require such expensive blends of cotton as does Curity-style gauze. These days for various reasons there are few differences between gauze and Birdseye diapers. Cotton twill is also used in diapers. Cotton flannel is popular with many people. It costs less than gauze or Birdseye and is far easier to sew. Still another cotton fabric used for diapers is terry cloth, commonly used to make towels. In your profile Howdy 21 you do not indicate the region where you grew up or where you currently live. For example, in the UK the most common washable diapers are made from terry. The downside of terry is that using home washing machines it is very difficult to remove all the bacteria from cotton. Flannel starts off soft and gets stiffer with use whereas both Gauze and Birdseye get softer with use. All cloth diapers need to be carefully washed before being worn. This pre-washing removes the starch added to the cotton so thread can be spun and woven. That starch causes skin irritation and vastly reduces absorption, which is the whole point of diapers. Before investing in any kind of washable diapers think carefully about how you will wash and dry them discreetly and conveniently. When calculating cost be sure to include the total cost of washing and drying. Besides water, heat and detergent, washing machines are not free. Add in the value of your time. Also remember that cloth diapers need a waterproof outer layer. I recommend separate waterproof pants vs All-in-one.. Indeed, Howdy 21, there is a whole lot to consider about washable diapers. Best wishes for happy diaper pinning!

You might get more responses if you were more specific about where in CA you were looking.

Last diaper of the year, an ABU Cushie, Wasnt going to pass up the chance to mess it just now.

Shaver is not the only one to have a stent or a modified catheter get lost in their bladder. And for the record I was lucky in that it was fished our using the same pathway that it got in there. My mistake was using a small O ring that was while sleeping pulled in to my bladder. Overall it cost me a day in the ER (very embarrassing ) and about $2100. USD in co-pays that medical insurance did not pay. One might thing I would of placed this hobby on the list of 'don't do that again' but shorty after recovery I was back at it but this time with a much larger O ring, one that slides over my shaft. Oh and the line I use now is a 10Lb test braided fishing line. No more dental floss for me, at least not down there. And for the record them rat baster's in the ER kept my stent too. It must be hanging the hall of fame under 'look what stupid did now'. Play safe and remember to tie off tightly.

I saw this in a recent holiday catalog sent to me. Too bad it doesn't come in my size!

Here is the fourth and final part to this story. This has been available on my Patreon for one week and those that have pledged $5 to me will have got to see it one week ago, along with every other update I make. Those that pledge $10 or more get early access plus exclusive stories. There are other rewards and tiers which can all be found on my Patreon. I have also got audio readings and pictures with another commissioned picture ready to appear on their soon https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A big thank you to all my readers and especially to those that take the time and effort to support me financially. I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to you guys and your generous support. It really means the world to me: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Lena S, Scy Tali, Britnee L, Sith, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, Cameron, Cole T, Dorian G, LB Iceland, Babybb, J Land, Tim F, Cvsflip105, P74_1986, Chris B, Ron N, Jerry J, Frank S, Charlie S, P, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, James B, A Random Patreon, Tsidt, Eric C, Ben R, C Dom, Lin J, Ben F, Liv, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Scott S Commissions are also available. --- The robots in front of Ben and Jack both picked up the spoons and dipped them into the bowls. They brought them up to the boys’ mouths and stood expectantly, they were clearly waiting for the boys to open their mouths and accept being fed like useless infants. Ben opened his mouth to get the humiliating process over with. His cold and wet diaper was starting to get itchy and he knew the sooner he finished eating the sooner he was likely to be changed. Jack also opened his mouth quickly. He didn’t want another punishment; he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his composure if he were spanked again. That was even to mention his sore bottom which was only made worse by the seat of the chair. The food was anything but tasty. The warmed up mush was bland and lumpy. Neither of them had any idea what it was they were supposed to be eating, they just kept opening their mouths and swallowing as the seemingly bottomless bowls kept producing more and more food. It didn’t take long for the boys to feel full. It became harder and harder to swallow the food that they were given. When Ben looked down he could see his belly protruding out a little, he was full of this baby food. Even when the bowls were empty, the feeding wasn’t over. Jack was panting slightly from all the food when he saw the same robots who had given them the food now holding up large baby bottles full of milk. “Ugh…” Ben was so full. He wanted to reject the bottle but he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to leave until he drained the vessel. The other boys and girls were already done with their meals. The two boys could see them looking over every now and then as the robots took them to their various beds and cots. Ben felt even more humiliated to be in this soaked diaper and stared at like this. When the bottles were held up the boys had little choice but to open their mouths and start drinking from them. Both of them had the same thought running through their head, the thought that the only way to get this over with was to drain the bottles as fast as possible. It was a hard slog. The boys were already full from the food and they were forced to drink the bottles slowly owing to the small hole in the teat of the bottle. The sucking motion must have been ingrained in their memory or something because it didn’t take long to hit a rhythm and it was actually quite relaxing to drink from the bottles like that. Between the sucking of the drink and the large meal they had eaten, Jack and Ben were starting to feel a little sleepy. Indeed, when the bottle was emptied and pulled from Ben’s mouth he couldn’t help but let out a big yawn. Even Jack was less resistant. His full tummy made him not want to move at all. He had a problem though because between the drink he had imbibed outside and the bottle he had just finished, his body was calling for the inevitable and wanted to let go, he really needed to pee. The problem was that he was still strapped into the high chair and the diaper he was wearing was soaked from the swimming pool. Jack suddenly grew an evil smile, he suddenly thought of a way of resistance that didn’t require him to move a muscle and he almost giggled to himself when he relaxed his muscles and let himself urinate where he was sitting. The diaper was saturated and couldn’t contain any of this fresh burst of hot pee. It immediately started pooling and then started dripping out of the leg holes. Jack heard a few drips on the floor before it became like a constant stream. The diaper couldn’t contain any of what was happening and it became like a tiny waterfall, a puddle emerging on the floor by Jack’s feet. Ben looked down when he heard the noise and then up to Jack’s face. He felt embarrassed for his friend but was surprised to see Jack almost laughing at the robot in front of him that was still holding the empty bottle. It wasn’t just Ben that had noticed though. The few kids who were still waiting to be put down for their naps looked over and saw Jack wet himself and leak on to the floor. Even the toddlers looked away in embarrassment. The robots seemed totally nonplussed about Jack’s accident. If his intention had been to annoy these caretakers, then he had failed. When the flow of urine finally finished there was silence apart from the occasional drip. Acting in sync, the robot’s untied the restraints that were holding the two boys down and lifted them out of the high chairs. Their soaked diapers were pressed against them as they were effortlessly carried over to the changing tables. Jack looked back and could see the puddle he had left behind being cleaned up by another of the robots. His feeling of victory had vanished and now he was just left with the sense of shame that he had done it at all. Both Ben and Jack were laid down on the respective changing tables and the locked plastic pants were unlocked and removed. With the ever-present threat of being held down in the front of their minds, neither of the men on the table thought it prudent to resist this treatment. The diapers were completely soaked on the inside and outside. The tapes were barely holding on and they pulled away from the front of the diapers with ease when a little pressure was applied to them. The used up diapers were basically falling apart as the robot’s pulled the fronts of the padding down. The diapers were pulled away and assumedly thrown away. The robots were moving in complete synchronisation as they pulled out brand new plastic backed diapers and unfolded them. They stared down at Jack and Ben as if daring them to try and resist. Despite the humiliation they felt, Jack and Ben both suppressed their instinct to resist and run away. They were utterly naked and they both knew that if they tried to fight back they would likely earn a spanking and then get diapered anyway. “Just hurry up.” Jack hissed through clenched teeth. The robots didn’t seem in any hurry but eventually they lifted up the legs of the people in front of them and slipped the diaper underneath their rear ends. Ben felt the cushiony padding underneath him as he was lowered back down on to the diaper. He had hoped that he might be given his adult clothes back but was unsurprised by the diaper, it was clear that no matter what they said or did, that these robo-nanny’s viewed them as little more than useless toddlers. If Ben was honest, from looking at their behaviour that morning, he hardly blamed them. The diapers were taped closed and both Ben and Jack were helped off of the table. They were stood up and looked around the room at where all of the beds were set up. Ben took a step towards one of the cribs, he put his pride to one side and accepted that the robot’s would likely want them to go to the baby bed. He was therefore surprised when he felt a hand grab his upper arm and hold him in place. Ben turned around in confusion and was confronted by something he clearly identified as a onesie. The long t-shirts with snaps at the bottom were unmistakeable. Ben’s cheeks flushed red as the infantile clothing was pulled taut across his body and snapped together between his legs. The new and extra crinkly diaper was pulled up and against his body as the onesie pulled tight against his body. Looking over, Ben could see Jack being put in an identical onesie. Ben could tell Jack was extremely angry as his face was going red and his fists were balled together and shaking. Ben was sure that Jack’s anger was only being kept in check by the stinging reminder of his red bottom. Once they were fully dressed, Ben and Jack were pulled to two empty cribs. The sides were down and Ben looked around the room to see a whole bunch of little faces looking their way. They stood out like sore thumbs and it was humiliating to be led past them to the cribs, every little pair of eyeballs swivelling around to follow them. The sound of the crinkling diapers seemingly echoing around the otherwise silent room. Jack was almost literally shaking with anger as he was pushed into the crib. The metallic hand on his diaper was most unwelcome when he could easily climb in without assistance. He crawled forward on the spongy mattress and heard the clang as the bars were pushed up and locked in place behind him. He was left trapped in the baby bed. Looking through the side bars, Jack could see Ben in a similar predicament. They were locked into the cribs like prisoners in cells. They were each given another bottle, before the robots turned and walked away. Ben and Jack were both still feeling the effects of the large amounts of food and drink that they had consumed earlier and now it worked to their advantage. Wanting the time to pass quickly, they both realised that sleeping would bring some relief from their continual humiliation. Jack had a relatively easy time resting. He laid his head down and before long he was snoring away. Ben wasn’t so lucky. Ben wanted to sleep but he just couldn’t get comfortable. He knew exactly why he couldn’t get comfortable but he didn’t like it. Ever since he had finished the bottle of milk he could feel his bladder filling and it wasn’t long until he started feeling like he was going to burst. He knew there was only one way he would get some rest as the sounds of little sleeping body’s filled the room. Ben looked through the bars of his crib and saw Jack sleeping, he could hear his deeper snoring over the top of all the other people in the room. With a sigh of resignation, Ben climbed to his feet and looked around. The robots had returned to their original spots and although the tubes that enclosed them hadn’t come down, it seemed clear that they were in a state of recharging. Ben took another look to make sure Jack was still asleep and then closed his eyes and relaxed himself the best he could. It took a second for him to be able to let himself go but soon Ben could feel a warmth spreading throughout his padded crotch. He shivered slightly as he emptied himself and felt the flow of urine continue unabated. By the time he had stopped, the warm and wet feeling had spread throughout the diaper. Even around the back against his butt, Ben felt the heavier wet padding pushing against him. After he had finished, Ben looked around the room one more time. Jack was still asleep which made Ben very thankful, this was humiliating enough without his friend knowing what he was doing. When he looked around the rest of the room he saw one little face looking at him from her bed. She was grinning at him as if she knew what he had done. Ben put it down to paranoia and laid down to fall asleep himself. It wasn’t an easy nap for Ben. Trying to sleep with such a wet and heavy mass between his legs was not easy. The diaper weighed down on him and hugged his crotch tightly, it wasn’t overly pleasant and it made it almost impossible for him to fall asleep. Ben’s attempts at sleep were further hampered by another problem, one that was even more horrible to think about than his current predicament. Deep rumbles were coming from Ben’s stomach and he could feel an increasing pressure on his bowels. The thoughts of what that meant made Ben shudder. He tried to ignore the feeling but it was very difficult, it caused panic inside Ben that he couldn’t get rid of. His watering eyes only made it harder for him to stay calm. After ten minutes of tossing and turning, Ben realised he wasn’t going to fall asleep with his tummy cramping like this. He was sure that he wouldn’t be able to hold everything back for much longer. Desperate times were calling for desperate measures. “Hey!” Ben whispered towards the nearest robot, “Hey!” There was no movement and no indication that anyone had heard Ben. He bit his lip and considered shouting louder but he thought better of it. If he shouted any louder he was sure he would wake people around him up and that wouldn’t help. Ben looked at the robots around him and they seemed to be in a powered down mode, like when a computer is set to stand-by. He was pretty sure that no matter how loud he was; these robots wouldn’t wake up for anything less than an emergency. Another cramp caused Ben to wince and squat down. A small amount of gas escaped him but it didn’t relieve the pressure that was now at a critical point. A tear rolled down Ben’s cheek as he felt his cheeks turning red. This was the most humiliating thing Ben could imagine and he couldn’t believe he was being left in such a situation. After another five minutes of desperate holding on, the inevitable finally happened. Ben felt a cramp that didn’t pass, instead he felt a sudden rush of pressure that pushed him past the point of no return. Despite trying to clench his sphincter closed his body had taken over for him. Ben felt a soft log of poop push itself out of his rear end and into the padding. Feeling the smearing mess against his cheeks was horrible, the back of Ben’s diaper expanded to create more room but it was quickly filled with the poop that was now rushing out of Ben without any effort on his part. He reached behind him in morbid curiosity and felt the back of his padding. He could feel it bulging out slightly, the way the diaper squashed when he prodded it made him cringe. By the time the horrible ordeal was over, Ben was crying silent tears. He wouldn’t sit down because it would smear what he had done. After a few minutes, with the distraction of the pain gone, Ben started feeling sleepy. Being careful to lay down on his side, Ben closed his eyes. He humiliated beyond belief and felt terrible that he would be found like this. The smell was starting to leak out slightly but Ben tried to ignore everything as best he could. --- “Are you ready?” Brick asked over the two-way radio. “As I’ll ever be…” Alan replied from the staff room. “Good!” Brick replied as he walked towards the staff room himself, “You’ve done well.” “Whatever.” Alan replied, “After this, we are even.” “Well… We’ll see about that.” Brick replied with a grin. “You said… You know what, I don’t care.” Alan growled, “Just get over here.” --- The sound of childish giggling filled the space around Ben. He batted his hand out to try and swat the nuisance noise away but only felt the bars around him. What was that awful smell? And why was his butt so itchy? It took Ben a couple of seconds to remember where he was and what was happening. The smell was coming from him! Ben’s eyes shot open and he looked around him to see a bunch of the little children surrounding his crib. They were all grinning and laughing, they could see what Ben had done, and they could certainly smell what he had done. He was being mocked by children who were little more than toddlers. “No…” Ben sleepily moaned as he lifted his head up. Ben suddenly felt a prodding feeling from behind and he turned his head to see why particularly bold little boy poking his bulging diaper. “He did poop himself!” The boy cried out excitedly drawing a renewed round of laughter from the kids. “Go away!” Ben yelled. Tears filled his eyes as he looked around at the mocking faces. He started sobbing in humiliation as he impotently tried to shield himself from their judging stares. It wasn’t his fault! “Come on guys.” One of the bigger kids said from the foot of the crib, “Let’s leave the baby in his poopy diaper. Our moms will be here soon.” Ben sobbed to himself and rubbed his eyes as the children walked away. Their jeering was as painful as it was accurate and he turned to watch the kids go, his view obstructed by his tears and the bars that surrounded him. “So that smell is you?” Jack asked from his crib. Ben spun around to see Jack pushed up against the bars of his toddler cell and looking at Ben with a mixture of worry and disgust. Ben couldn’t hold his best friend’s gaze and looked down at his mattress as his sobbing calmed down a bit. “I couldn’t hold it…” Ben complained quietly. “It’s OK.” Jack replied earnestly, “Unless we are allowed to go to a bathroom soon I’m going to be in the same situation.” Jack rubbed his tummy as he spoke and had a look of fear in his eyes. His stare was on Ben’s diaper and he looked horrified that he would fill his pants like Ben had done. “Maybe you’ll be OK.” Ben said as he sniffed sadly, “The kids said their parents were coming. They can’t keep us here forever.” Jack bit his lip and nodded in worry. It would have to be very soon, he thought. As if on cue, the door that had led all of the kids in that morning opened up and the robots lined up either side of the doorway with the kids bags and things. The kids ran towards the door with a lot of noise and pushing. It seemed like chaos but it seemed like most of them found their things with ease, the robots must have had some kind of facial scanning technology. They looked at the children’s faces and just knew which bag to grab. The technology fascinated Ben just as much as it terrified him. Slowly the crowd got quieter until all the children had walked out of the building. Ben and Jack assumed the parents must be right outside, there was still no sign of anyone letting them out of these cribs. “Come on…” Jack muttered. His belly was cramping up and he knew that the huge lunch he had been forced to eat didn’t want to stay in his body much longer. When the final kid had skipped out of the room the robots all started walking towards the centre of the room. Ben and Jack assumed they were coming to free him but they all stopped before reaching the cribs. “What are you waiting for?” Jack called out, “Come on! Let us go. You’ve had your fun.” The robots hesitated for a moment and then they all turned towards the tubes that they had originally emerged from. The two boys watched as they stepped in and were engulfed by their glass pods. After just a few seconds it was clear that the machines had powered down again and they had left Ben and Jack in their toddler prisons. “I can’t hold on…” Jack whined as he grimaced from another cramp wracking his body. “Wait!” Ben said as he pointed to the hidden doorway that the boys had walked through that morning, “Look!” Jack was on the verge of letting go but suddenly caught a second wind when he saw the doorway open. Maybe this was his salvation. Jack and Ben stood in their cribs with baited breath as they waited to see who or what was going to come through the doorway. Jack could feel his intestines churning and Ben was getting increasingly uncomfortable and itchy inside his messy diaper. He tried not to think about what he had done in his padding but it was difficult, the smell was inescapable. “Hello boys.” Brick swaggered into the room with a wide smile on his face. Alan followed close behind but looked annoyed more than anything, it didn’t look like he really wanted to be there. Brick walked towards the two cribs where Ben and Jack were staring back at him. They had been pranked by him before, they had been bullied by him before. This was a whole new level of torture though. Ben’s tear streaked face went a bright red. “I can’t hold it… Oh God, I’m so sorry.” Jack’s strained voice muttered. It was just loud enough for everyone to look over. Jack squatted down and he grimaced as he pushed down with one hand on his tummy. It felt so incredibly strange to do this in a place that wasn’t a toilet and he gasped as he felt a hefty chunk of poop slide out of his body and into the snug diaper. “Looks like we were just in time.” Brick laughed. Alan didn’t share his joy. Jack kept pushing down and felt a second and third lump of faeces drop into the rapidly expanding padding. Whether it was the food or not Jack didn’t know but what he did know was the feeling of semi-solid mush that was quickly filling his disposable underwear felt horrible. The warm sludge quickly spreading over everything it could reach. “Ooh, this is a big one!” Brick continued as he walked right up to the bars of Jack’s crib. Jack tried to stand up and move away from Brick’s snarling grin, but as soon as he straightened up he felt more poop coming. He stuck his rear end out slightly and after a high-pitched fart escaped him, he pushed one more time to finish soiling himself. The last couple of lumps were small and easy to pass. “Finished making mud pies?” Brick asked. He roared with laughter as he looked from Jack to Ben, “I’m guessing you already shit yourself? Yeah, you always were the weaker of the two.” “You’ll regret this…” Ben whispered as menacingly as he could in his onesie and full diaper. “I don’t think so.” Brick said cheerily. “We’ll tell the police!” Jack shouted, “This isn’t a prank, this is illegal!” “I guess you could tell the police…” Brick said as he brought a finger to his bottom lip and acted like he hadn’t considered this obvious possibility, “But I don’t think you will.” “Why wouldn’t we?” Ben asked. The sound and flash of a camera echoed around the cavernous but empty room and caused Ben to spin around to where Alan was stood with his phone up to his face. After taking the picture he moved around to Jack’s crib and did the same thing. “A word of this gets breathed to anyone.” Brick said in a threatening voice, “And these will be posted online. They will be on your social media, we will send them to any and every college you apply for and we will send them to family and friends.” “You’ll go to jail!” Ben yelled back. He made a failed attempt to swipe the phone away from Alan who easily dodged out the way. “Maybe… But if we do, there will be consequences.” Brick replied with a smirk, “More permanent consequences.” “What do you mean?” Jack asked worriedly. He reached around to his butt and gently felt the load he had deposited in his padding, it made him wince. “What I mean is… I have friends.” Brick said menacingly. The smile had vanished, “I’ll just say that if I disappear. You will disappear, the difference is that eventually I would come back.” “You’re crazy…” Ben whispered with wide eyes. “Yeah, I probably am… The school councillor used to say the same thing until he visited the waterpark a while ago.” Brick said airily, “He seemed to have an experience that changed his mind for some reason. Well, if he wanted to keep his job he really had to change his mind. School authorities tend not to look kindly on teachers in diapers around kids.” The tone of Brick’s voice made all three boys in the room shudder. It was increasingly obvious that Alan was just a pawn in Brick’s games. Everyone was left speechless and Brick had clearly finished having his fun. “Well I think your lovely day at the park is at an end.” Brick said. He walked in front of Ben’s crib and released the side, Alan did the same for Jack’s crib, “If you follow where the kids went you will enter the main park and then you can either go on some rides or go home. I don’t really care either way.” Ben and Jack climbed carefully out of the cribs as Brick spoke and then looked at each. “Can we get our clothes back?” Ben asked in horror, “Or at least a change.” “I don’t think so.” Brick said after a moment of thought, “Off you go.” Jack and Ben looked at each other in shocked horror. They couldn’t process all of this, surely they weren’t going to be forced out into the busy park in soiled diapers and onesies. “You… You can’t…” Jack stuttered. His limbs were shaking as he spoke. The door the kids had left was still open and although no one could see in, the sounds of excited children and families were drifting in. “Oh, I can.” Brick replied, “And I will. Now hurry up and go unless you want to stay here for the evening session too.” Jack and Ben slowly shuffled forwards. They looked towards Alan who could only shake his head and shrug. As they got nearer to the exit the sounds from outside was becoming louder and louder until they knew they were only feet from the outer door that led into the busy waterpark. Ben looked around at Brick and saw that he was following them out. No doubt he wanted to see the scenes that were about to occur when the big messy babies stepped outside. Ben could feel himself shaking and his best friend was whimpering slightly. “Just run towards the exit.” Ben said, “Don’t stop. If we get split up just keep running.” Jack nodded as rapidly as his heart was beating. He felt nauseous but knew there was no turning back. “Good luck.” Jack said quietly. The two boys pushed open the door and started running as fast as they could. In the baking hot sun and barefooted, they charged towards a sign that said exit. It took a few seconds for the people outside to process what was happening but as they saw the onesies, heard the crinkling and smelt the accidents in their pants it wasn’t hard to guess. The boys were chased out of the park by the laughter of crowds of people. They didn’t stop, even when Ben fell behind they didn’t stop until they had run out of the gates. “Hope you enjoyed your stay.” A loudspeaker boomed to the departing guests. --- “What do you want me to do with the pictures?” Alan asked Brick as they stood next to the exit and watched the shrinking bodies of Ben and Jack. “Send them to me.” Brick said with a smile. He put his arm around Alan’s shoulders and seemed oblivious to how uncomfortable that made him, “They will go great in my collection.” Brick walked away with a bark of a laugh that made Alan wince. He sighed deeply and closed the doors to the automated nursery. He started walking towards the hidden second door that he and Brick had come through only to find that it was sealed shut. “What the…” Alan exclaimed. Alan’s eyes flew wide open and he shook his head uselessly as the sound of children running came from behind him. “What are you doing!?” Alan shouted as he ran to the door. “You seemed hesitant.” Brick’s voice rang out over the loudspeaker system in the room, “I think you need a reminder of who is in control here.” “No…” Alan whimpered as he backed away from the door. Alan had one hope and that was to rush through the other exit before it was sealed for the afternoon play group. He turned and planned to sprint that way but almost immediately ran into one of the robots that had been tormenting Ben and Jack all morning. “No running.” The robot said as it picked the man up without issue. “No…” Alan whimpered again as he was carried over to the changing table, “Let me out!”

I am really new to being a Mommy so I am going on the fly with all the this. Over the Summer though before my Baby and I agreed to all of this we did come up with a few ground rules. 1. Mommy is in charge at all the times. 2. Baby can never tell mommy when they used there diaper. Mommy will do periodic checks and will change when needed. 3. Baby can never take off there diaper. Spanking will happen if she does. 4. baby must eat all food and drink given to her by Mommy. 5. Baby must take naps. 6. Baby must adhere to a strict bedtime. 7. Baby must only watch appropriate Baby/Toddler shows and movies approved by Mommy. 8. Baby cannot use the computer unless it is to play Baby Games on it with Mommy. 9. While out in public baby must always hold Mommies hand. 10. Baby must also address other adults as Mr. or Miss. 11. Baby must wait for Mommy in the morning to get out of her crib and room. 12. Baby will have 2 baths per day. One in the morning and one before bedtime. 13. Baby must only eat food and drink appropriate for her age. 14. Baby must always talk like a baby while at home and with Mommy. 15. Baby is to never use the potty.

Never used cloth on my girl, never liked the thought of having to empty them out and then washing them. reading some of the replies it looks like most did not read the question.

I'm as tired of writing these sad posts as I am sure you're all tired of reading them. I just don't have anywhere else to express some things. Day 21 and still fighting the hospital for a correctly filled out death certificate. Social security yanked bank their payment for this month and the bank has thus frozen the household account. No death certificate means no "death benefit" no socialsecurity, no pension, no life insurance. Christmas concert is off, no money for gas/food/drinks to make the trip tonight. Less than $300 left for us to buy food for us and the fur babies. No money to pay the bills and such. Hospital's screw-ups have ensured we won't get any of the January checks leaving us no way to pay the mortgage, utilities and food, etc.. Trying to get by on my little income alone, and it's not near enough. This isn't a beg post, a couple people have helped me and that's why I have the few dollars we have now. Just frustrated, depressed and fighting the dark thoughts that keep telling me how I can make the suffering stop right now. I'm just... like wow... how can people be so careless with paperwork that affects an already grieving family's security???