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Telling someone to shut there mouths just proves his statement is accurate.

Can definitely tell you are 22, with little real-world business experience. ABU has to pay for their facilities, pay their employees, pay for web space, pay taxes on all of that, and they've still got to make a profit sufficient to continue their operation. They can either increase the prices of their product which, as you point out, are expensive already or they can charge shipping.

Consider this. They have rent, employees, taxes, utilities, etc etc. Because the diaper itself cost .50 doesn't mean the end result isn't .50 per diaper. I know from being in manufacturing for nearly 8 years in plastics.

Chapter 6: Babyhood Sarah woke with a start. It took her a few moments to register her surroundings. She was surrounded by the wooden bars of the crib…her crib. She had been moved and didn’t wake up in the process. What was wrong with her? She figured she was still being affected by the drugs and it was making her a lot more drowsy than normal. She sat up and immediately noticed a crinkle, louder than before, pulling the covers off her, she froze. She was naked, dressed only in a diaper, no shirt, no pants. She covered her chest, looking around the room only to notice she was alone. Looking back down, she examined the diaper, it was the first time she actually saw it, completely babyish in every aspect. White and blue with green trim and none other than a cookie monster banner at the top near the two large tapes. They were exactly the same a baby diaper, but a lot bigger and thicker, made for someone her size. How the hell did they get these? She placed her hand on it, feeling the padding and she pressed on it. It was smooth and crinkled as she moved her hand across it. She looked around and noticed it was still daylight, she wasn’t even sure what time of day it was. She got up on her knees and grabbed the bars, peering through. The rooms was the same as it was before, but she could finally see the white object she failed to see before. There, in the corner of the room was fully stocked changing table. Shelves filled with changing supplies and many, many more diapers just like the one she was wearing. It was then, as she was looking her changing table, she felt a twinge in her lower regions. She knew what the feeling was and she started to panic, looking down at the diaper around her waist. She started to look around the room as if she was trying to find a way out. It was only a few seconds after the initial feeling that she felt like she was going to explode. She blocked out the rest of the world as she started to leak into the diaper. She couldn’t hold it, the pressure was intense enough to make her not want to hold it anymore. Letting out a small yelp, she released. She could hear what she was doing and didn’t care. The wetness poured out of her as the thirsty diaper soaked everything up almost as quickly as she expelled it. She could feel it spread throughout the diaper and expand between her legs. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. She was frozen, still holding onto the bars of the crib. It took a moment for her to move again, she looked around under her, terrified about what would happen if it leaked. But to her surprise, the diaper held everything just fine. She slowly sat down and pulled her legs out from under her and hugged them, slowly starting to softly cry as she felt the snug warmness press against her. She didn’t know what to do now except sit there. She sat without moving long enough for the diaper to start to cool off. She laid down and covered herself with the blanket. It was silent aside from the casual movement that would cause her to crinkle. Disgusted, she realized that this is going to be her norm and there was nothing she could do about it. Even worse is that she knew she would need to do the other thing sooner or later and she was going to end up sitting in her own waste on a regular basis, it was a diaper after all. She started sob again, turning into a full blown cry this time. She didn’t even hear when her mother entered. She didn’t even hear her ask what was wrong. She only noticed she was there when she felt two fingers enter her diaper as it was probed. She jerked away and she pushed herself to the bars behind her, away from her mother’s hand. Covering her chest again and stifling the cry, her face turning crimson. “Don’t be ashamed sweetheart, you have nothing to hide.” Mommy said and she lowered the side of the crib. She reached in and grabbed her by her armpits and pulled her up onto her hip. Sarah tried to push against her mother, only to find out she couldn’t muster the strength to rival hers. With Sarah firmly planted on her hip, her mother probed her diaper once again. “It’s just a little wet sweetie, you’ll be fine.” She said after checking Sarah and adjusted her on her hip. A little wet? Sarah felt like she burst a water balloon in her pants and her mother was saying it was just a little wet. She could feel it being pressed against her by her mother’s waist and it definitely felt like it was more than just a little wet. She brought Sarah back through the kitchen into the living room again. Sitting her down in the highchair once again. “Mommy needs you to be good while she gets you a late lunch.” She said as she buckled in the tray. Sarah waited a moment before trying to reach below and actually check her own diaper. The tray was too close to her to even stick more than her hand down and it was too wide to reach around it. She gave up almost immediately, putting her head down. She slowly opened and closed her legs, feeling the bulk and listening to the crinkle of her new underwear. After tying a large bib around Sarah’s neck she was fed cut up grapes, more banana and some bland cereal. She felt rather full as her mother hoisted her out of the highchair and took her back into the living room. Once again she was laid down and a bottle was presented. As it was pressed to her lips she noticed was how much easier it was to drink from this time. She was a lot slower this time as her stomach was full but the bottle wasn’t going to be removed until it was gone. Her mother just stroked her hair and hummed as she drank. She felt like she was going to burst when milk stopped flowing. The bottle was removed and her face was cleaned off with the bib. Her mother placed a towel over her shoulder and sat Sarah on her leg in the burping position. After a few minutes of her mother rubbing and patting her back, Sarah felt something dislodge. It was that moment that a rather guttural burp left her mouth that the same urgency that struck her in her crib repeated itself. It was like a rapidly inflating balloon that started to hurt to the point where she was pushing it out just to make the pain to go away. Her mother must have felt it as Sarah felt a hand press her diaper as it was filling. Without a word her mother stood up with Sarah on her hip, still peeing her pants, and headed back to the nursery. She didn’t feel as bloated now, she was actually feeling pretty good as every pressure was being removed from her body. She just placed her head on her mother’s shoulder as she finished wetting herself.

Chapter 1: “Heather, can you come here please?” “What is it Miss?” “I was just watching Sammy and I want you to come here and take note of something. Do you remember when we put her back in daytime diapers?” Heather had to think a moment. It was Thursday now, and it wasn’t that long ago. “I think Monday Miss? After she wet her trainers at snacktime?” Miss Fairchild grinned and nodded. “Sounds about right.” Heather joined the taller woman at the kitchen back door, looking out into the backyard. There were four students at play, three of which were digging around in the sandbox, but just off to the side, the girl in question, Samantha, was standing with a hand on the trunk of the large Mulberry tree facing away from her and Miss Fairchild. In the same way that they were watching her, Sammy was watching the other girls playing in the sandbox, seeming lost in thought at whether or not she wanted to join them. Samantha had only been at Miss Fairchild’s school for about two weeks now. When she’d first arrived, she’d been the picture of teenage rebellion. Wearing a short plaid skirt, ripped fishnet stockings, a loose wide neck shoulder shirt, she’d loudly proclaimed how her mother was insane if she thought she needed to spend time here. The transformation of just two weeks was nothing short of inspiring. Sammy was currently dressed in a light pink t-shirt, with a sunflower yellow overall dress worn over it. The front flap had three pink butterflies on it, and the whole thing barely came down enough to hide the thin diaper she was wearing. “Watch this hun, from what I can see, she’s about to take a nice step back from pre-schooler to toddler.” Miss Fairchild said. Heather didn’t fully understand the stages, she’d only been working at the school as a helper for about 3 months herself, but she had seen all the girls currently playing in the sandbox go through similar transformations. Miss Fairchild labeled all her students by relative maturity. Teen, pre-schooler, toddler, and finally baby; which did not reflect their physical ages. Sammy was physically a teen, easily 16 or 17, but was definitely not that mature, not any more. As Heather and her boss watched, Sammy slowly slipped her thumb into her mouth. She was entranced, watching the other girls play, all of which were already at toddler or baby level. Heather looked on intently, and as she did, Sammy seemed to relax her shoulders, and from what she could see of the girl’s face, her eyes half lidded as she stared off dreamily. Sucking her thumb, watching the ‘younger’ girls at play, she didn’t even seem aware that she was crouching a little, other hand still against the tree to steady herself. Heather wasn’t sure what she watching. She looked up to Miss Fairchild, trying to see what the fuss was about. Miss Fairchild just smiled, but catching the curious look from Heather she gestured with a hand. “Sammys’ going poo poo, the poor dear. That’s not something pre-schooler’s do in their pants. I think we’ll need to demote her down to toddler if she’s going to do that in her diapers,” she said in an almost coo’ing tone. Heather shifted her gaze back to the girl. The way she tilted forward, sucking her thumb intently, and the slight growing puffiness of the back of her diaper under her dress, it was obvious now that she’d been told what she was watching. Sammy remained both focused on the sandbox and dreamily not part of the same reality. What was going through her head as she had her accident? After almost an entire minute, Sammy stood back up, thumb still firmly in her mouth. “Go check on her hun, see if she knows she had an accident, and then take her to get changed. Be sure to use the thicker diapers this time, she needs them.” “Yes miss,” Heather said almost reflexively. Miss Fairchild stood aside as Heather went out into the back yard. There was always a slight intimidation factor there. Mako Fairchild, the owner of the school, was an Amazon. This meant she was a beautiful woman almost 9 feet tall, which was average height for an Amazon. Heather was something in-between. Both of her parents were Amazons, but somewhere in her genealogy, she had a rogue gene and she was only a hair above seven feet. Still technically an amazon, but on the shorter side of them, and sometimes teased when she was back in High School. All the students at the school were ‘littles’. They had many names; dwarves, munchkin, shortstack, funsize, and ‘babies.’ This school especially promoted the last one. A somewhat secretive result of just a month’s training, ‘or your money back guaranteed’ as Miss Fairchild quietly advertised. Approaching Sammy from behind, the cute girl in the yellow dress jumped a little at the pat on her shoulder. She was only an inch or two above 5’ feet, squarely in the ‘little’ category. “Hi Samantha, everything okay?” Heather asked. Sammy gave a slow confused nod, her thumb still in her mouth. “I was about to check all the baby girls, but I wanted to see if you needed to potty first. Do you need to potty?” Sammy shook her head. “You’ve had a few accidents since Monday. Let me check your diaper. I want to see if you need a change.” The girl blushed. Heather had been trained by Miss Fairchild to use this circular logic. You had to talk to the students and describe what you were doing and why, give them reason to understand like it was all normal and part of a learning process. “I’m a big girl, I don’t need to be checked,” she said in a soft voice. Heather just ignored her, lifting up her dress to pat the front of her diaper. It was a little damp, but nothing too bad. She turned Samantha around, getting a whimper of protest from the girl and lifted her dress a little higher to pull out the back of her diaper. “Samantha,” Heather said in the authoritative tone she’d been working on since she’d started at the school. “Do you have something to tell me?” Sammy’s face went pink. As Heather dropped the back of her dress, she slowly lowered her free hand to reach under and press at the back of her own diaper, letting out a little gasp as she cupped her own heavy seat. The thumb slowly came out of Samantha’s mouth as she realized what had happened. “I… I…” “You’re stinky,” Heather finished for her. Taking the girl by the wrist, Heather led her back toward the house. The teenager had to waddle with the load in her diapers. She started to cry softly as she saw Miss Fairchild waiting right at the door. “Uh oh, someone needs a change huh?” Miss Fairchild asked down at the two girls. Heather thought it was a little silly since it was something she knew already. Samantha was quick to look at the floor and put her thumb back in her mouth. She whimpered out some excuse that neither of them could catch. “Don’t worry hun, these things happen, no one’s upset,” Miss Fairchild assured her as Heather led the new toddler off to the nursery for a diaper change. It was 15 minutes later that Sammy was led back outside, and shyly helped over to the sandbox, where she joined the other girls in her now thicker diapers. Her thumb had been freed from her mouth, replaced by a pacifier. Chapter 2: “And this is my assistant Heather,” Miss Fairchild said with a smile. Heather gave a polite wave to the Amazon couple seated on the couch. They had a ‘little’ boy with them who had his hands nervously placed between his knees as he sat rigid. He looked maybe 15 or 16, probably somewhere in the middle of high school. “Typically we have between three to six students at any given time. I specialize in correctional behavior and maturity assessment. We offer both day classes and full time boarding for those that want a bit more focused program,” Miss Fairchild said. “You came highly recommended, we’ve actually visited a few of the automated daycares across town, but I wanted something a little more personal.” the Mother said. Miss Fairchild smiled. “Most of our business comes from referrals and we believe no machine will ever replace a Mother’s nurturing.” Heather listened a moment, but she’d heard the sales pitch before. Likely the young man would start classes here soon. Most of the time it was under the pre-tense of making them more focused at their studies, or less rebellious, or any number of things. One student had even been told she was going to be learning a new language, but the end result was generally the same. Crossing the room, Heather went to go check on the nursery and its sleeping occupants. Naptime every day started at as near to 1pm as it could get. Herding teenage toddlers was a lot like herding cats. It was never easy and it never happened exactly on time. They generally slept for an hour, sometimes two if she was lucky. The nursery had its own unique smell that could be a bit overwhelming at first, but becomes something familiar over time. It smelt of talcum powder, clean carpets, faint used diapers secured in their sealed trashcan, baby shampoo, and clothing fresh from the laundry. At the moment, they only had three students, and all of them were already at the baby level. They would be graduating soon. Going to the first crib, Heather checked on Ami. Ami was an adorable little Asian girl. She was small even for a little, right at four feet tall, and Miss Fairchild had apparently gotten a special request from her parents. Ami was probably in her early 20’s, but after her training, she was the ‘youngest’ in the school, with maturity about equal to an infant. She was still sleeping in her crib, clad in a lilac purple onesie, matching pacifier and her thick diaper underneath. Ami needed the most help of the group. She could still speak, but most of her communication had defaulted to crying or giggling. She didn’t even walk anymore, choosing instead to crawl everywhere. Heather wasn’t sure if that was something Ami had decided, or was ‘taught’. Popping one or two of the snaps on the bottom of her onesie, Heather checked her diaper and wasn’t surprised to find the baby girl had soaked her diaper during her nap. She made a mental note and moved down the line, coming to Sophie next. Sophie was a very quiet girl. She’d come to the school knowing what was going to happen. Her mother had even told Miss Fairchild on her first day that she couldn’t wait to have ‘her baby girl back’. The little brunette had seemed resigned to her fate, and her training had gone by rather quick. In just twelve days, Sophie was completely diaper dependent and sleeping like a little angel in her crib with her paci. Heather reached down to lift the girl’s summer dress up, giving her diaper a check. Another wet one to see too. Finally Heather moved to the last crib, where Sammy was sleeping. Just last week, Heather had watched as Sammy took a step back from pre-schooler to toddler. She was rapidly progressing toward baby, sleeping in overalls with a pacifier like the other girls. She leaned down and was about to undo some of the snaps when she caught a slight whiff of a dirty diaper. She just gave Sammy’s padded seat a couple pats and could tell already the girl had thoroughly messed her diaper while sleeping. “Might have already stepped down to baby, huh?” Heather asked quietly. She went back to Ami and started waking and changing the girl, bringing her out to the playroom. Miss Fairchild had seen their guests off by then and was waiting with a bottle of formula to feed baby Ami. “We’re going to have a new student starting Wednesday,” the Amazon woman said happily. “The young man?” Heather asked as she passed the still sleepy Ami over. “Yes, his name’s Timothy, although he’ll be a rather fun one. We’re to get him ready before his parents officially make him baby Tabitha.” Heather shook her head at that. There was a booming ‘baby business’ around here, that was for sure. She almost felt sorry for the poor boy. Science seemed to know no limits when it came to Amazons and their children. In a month’s time, Timothy could very well anatomically be a baby girl. “Very good Miss,” Heather said politely. She went to go get Sophie and Sammy, changing both girls and bringing them out to the playpen. Chapter 3: “Ummm so what do you do there?” Julie asked. “Underpaid babysitter and daycare worker mostly. Officially I’m a teacher’s aide, but I’ve never known a teacher’s aide who had to change so many diapers,” Heather groaned. “Who enrolls them?” “Their parents, at least, I think their parents. I can’t really be sure about this one woman and the girl she brought in; I think her name was Kurin? Man, she was a biter. Ranting about another world, always trying to sneak out a window, or under the fence. It took almost four weeks to get her just down to pre-school level.” “Pre-school?” Heather rolled her eyes. “Sorry, it’s a bit tough to explain. Just be glad you’re not on the receiving end of ‘schooling’. Miss Fairchild is really nice, but she certainly knows what she’s doing.” It was easier not to explain everything since what happened to ‘littles’ wasn’t necessarily illegal in their society, but it was something of an unspoken occurrence. “Oh.” The two girls sat in silence at the diner for a little while, poking at plates. Julie was Heather’s best friend since High School. The two of them had been close through thick and thin. They shared a common bond in being short Amazon’s. “What’s up Jules? Why the 20 questions all of a sudden?” Heather asked as she sipped from her drink. “It’s been almost six months since we’ve hung out last. I was just curious what you’ve been up to.” Heather shrugged. “Work keeps me busy, and the hours at your job seem to be opposite to mine.” Julie shrugged. “I actually quit, I was working too many hours and the stress was getting to me.” “Oh, sorry to hear that,” Heather said awkwardly. The two girls sat in a longer silence as that sunk in. “You want desert?” “Totally.” After their brief visit, Heather was a bit surprised when she saw Julie walking up the street outside their school a few days later. It was a beautiful spring day, and Heather was seated on a quilted blanket, reading a storybook to four students. She offered a smile and little wave to her friend, but she didn’t pause in her reading. The little teens seated before her had a collective attention span of less than four minutes, and she knew if she stopped, she’d lose them. She continued with a show of every page about what a hungry hungry caterpillar was eating, getting a few giggles from her audience. Julie watched from outside the yard’s picket fence, leaning on it and listening. After the book, she let the kids play with their toys and came up to say hi. “So this is it?” Julie asked looking around. Heather nodded. “Yup, the whole kitten caboodle. What brings you here?” “Oh, uh, just interviewing for a secretary position down the street, and I remember you saying where the place was, so I figured I’d stop by and see it for myself.” The two of them chatted quietly, although Heather was soon dragged away when young Timothy, barely having been at the school for a week, had a growing wet spot on his shorts. “Duty calls,” Heather sighed, offering her friend a wave. Oddly, Heather found Julie stopping by again just a few days later. This time she asked Miss Fairchild if she was hiring. Miss Fairchild was happy to meet Julie, but informed her that she wasn’t hiring at the moment. The following week, Heather found Julie there a third time, and it was on this visit that Heather began to suspect what Julie really wanted. Every time she came, she watched the ‘students’ a little too closely to be curious about the business. She’d heard about this sort of thing before. “You’re jealous of them aren’t you?” Heather asked as she leaned against the fence, watching the yard once more. Julie practically gasped for words. “No, never, who’d want that?” she asked indicating Tabitha, the onetime boy who was now in an adorable frilly dress, with thick diapers underneath. “Amazon mothers with deep pockets,” Heather said jokingly. Julie didn’t laugh. She just watched the students playing. “You’ve never actually seen inside the school have you Jules?” Heather asked. “No, I mean, well I saw from the front door, when I talked to your boss about if she needed a worker.” Heather nodded, smiling. “Come on, I have an idea.” After corralling the pre-schoolers and toddlers inside, Heather showed Julie the play room, and her friend even helped in getting the little ones ready and down for a nap. Usually between 1 and 2pm, Heather would clean a little and go on break, but instead she invited Julie to have a seat on the couch. “Oh you’re little friend stopping by to say hi again?” Miss Fairchild asked as she came in. Usually during lunch Miss Fairchild did the reports on student progress, and ordered supplies. Heather nodded and put her hands on her hips. “Actually Miss Fairchild, I wanted to talk to you about her.” Julie looked up surprised, looking at her friend and then at Miss Fairchild. “I’m pretty sure there’s a reason she’s come to visit me so much here. This is the third time in seven days.” Miss Fairchild smiled, and nodded like she understood exactly. “How old are you hun?” she asked the small Amazon. “I’m 23,” Julie gulped. “And you live on your own?” She nodded. “Well, have a seat here with Heather a moment, I’d like to get some refreshments. We can discuss things when I get back.” Julie watched the Amazon woman leave and she looked hesitantly to Heather. Julie had been doing a lot of research lately. Thoughts about the school had been dominating her mind. She had a general idea from the things Heather told her, and what she’d found online, but she wasn’t sure what was about to happen. She felt sure that now was probably her only chance to turn and walk away. Miss Fairchild returned with a small snack tray. Julie was sitting nervously on the couch, she hadn’t left. Heather was lounging beside her, looking like she was contemplating a nap after the morning she’d had. “You asked about a job the other day, right?” Miss Fairchild asked as she set the tray down on the coffee table. Julie nodded. “Well I don’t have any more spots open for a teacher’s aide, but…” and she gestured at the snack tray. On it were a cup of tea and a baby bottle of formula. “Can you stand up and come over here please?” Julie did as she was asked, looking at the tray and then Miss Fairchild, confused. “I brought you something to drink hun,” the Amazon woman said in a conspiratorial whisper. Heather slowly got up and excused herself from the room, having a notion of what was likely coming and not wanting to put peer pressure on her friend. “Oh, uhm, which one is mine?” Julie said as she started to fidget a little nervously. She was an Amazon, but she couldn’t help noticing the obvious difference in height between herself and Miss Fairchild. Where Julie small, around seven feet, it was still two feet shy of the woman before her. “That’s a good question hun. Why don’t you tell me which one is yours?” Julie moved her mouth like she was about to say something, but her eyes focused on the two items on the tray, staring intently at them. Miss Fairchild just leaned forward to whisper. “You’d make an adorable baby girl Julie, if that’s what you want,” she said. “I’d have no problem at all finding you a mommy, and I’d even let you stay here for your schooling free of charge.” Julie gulped, her eyes not leaving the baby bottle. “The choice is yours hun. If you’d like a second childhood, just take the bottle in front of you and come climb into my lap. After little Julie has her ba-ba, we’ll get her in diapers and she can join the others for a nap.” Julie felt a little tingling shudder as she heard the word ‘little’ added to her name. Unable to really control herself, she reached forward. Heather came back into the room a few minutes later, having been gathering a few things. She found Miss Fairchild humming softly and cradling her friend Julie in her arms, the younger girl had her eyes closed as she was being fed a baby bottle. Heather nodded to herself, patting her own back for having guessed right. When she’d stepped out, she’d gone to the nursery and quietly gathered pre-school clothing and one of the diapers. Chapter 4: “You’re Heather’s mother?” Miss Fairchild asked with a big smile. The other Amazon nodded and raised a hand to wave at her daughter, who was currently overseeing the playroom. She waved back, and looked like she was going to come over and say something, but she had a hard time freeing herself from the baby girl who’d hugged both her legs and was trying to purposefully trip her. “I’m just in town for the long weekend. I figured I’d drop in on her workplace to snoop about what she’s been up to.” Miss Fairchild laughed at that. “We mother’s always have to know our babies are safe.” Both women giggled and watched the ‘students’ at play. “I have to say I’m surprised. She told me she was a teacher’s aide. I had no idea she was helping with all this.” “Oh, yes, Heather’s been one of my most reliable helpers to work here. She’s a darling.” The Amazon woman nodded and smiled, watching the playroom. She was just in time to watch her daughter spill over with a delighted giggle from the babies. She was on her feet again in moments, but it looked like she was enjoying herself. “I think it’s wonderful,” the woman told Miss Fairchild. As she watched, the Amazon tilted her head, seeing one baby girl who looked familiar. “Is that… Julie?” Miss Fairchild’s smile broadened. “Julie’s a sweetheart. She’s being adopted in two weeks to a lovely woman in this neighborhood. She’s only been here a week and she’s already completely unpotty trained.” The woman gasped a little, seeming lost in thought. “I’ve known Julie since her and Heather were kids. They’re the same size even.” Miss Fairchild nodded, “They are a bit small for Amazons.” The other woman looked at her, and slowly she began to smile. Miss Fairchild smiled back. “What type of programs do you have available?” she asked. (To be continued…?)

With permission from the author, here is the repost of Test Subject. Sorry for the wall of text. Test Subject - By Fuzzybunny Part 1 - Testing “So how much does this pay.” I said as I walked into the office looking for extra work for fall break from college. “It’s about a few hundred dollars for the entire test...” The officer worker said. “Well what does it involve.” I asked. “I can only disclose that to actual workers or people who signed the contract. But I do promise there will be no health or mental risk involved in testing. Ok. You in.” The office worker asked. “Yeah I guess so…I really need the money.” I said. “Well good. Let’s go over some questions here and we can fill them out and we can get you started in a few moments.” The office worker said. “That fast…I thought maybe at least 24 hours or something.” I said. “These spots fill up fast. So just hang in there with me. If you don’t the door is over there.” The office worker said. “Ok I will…but what’s your name…” I asked. “Well my name is Ms. Jones and I run the testing department. Any questions during the test you can just page for me.” She said. “Good…” I said. “Ok. Tell me your age, name, sex, height, weight and any other medical problems.” Ms. Jones said. “Ok. My name is Blake Smith. I’m 19 almost 20 years of age. I’m a male. I’m about 5’5 and about 140 pounds. And no medical problems.” I said. “Oh…goodie, let’s see brown hair and blue eyes. Are you single or sexually active?” Ms. Jones asked. ‘Um…no mam…” I said as I turned my head and blushed. “Ok, and you agree to stay until the whole testing is done. We will take care of everything here from clothing, food and medical. Any questions.” Ms. Jones said. “Um yeah…how long will it take.” I asked. “Well it depends, it’s very hard testing. If you go along with it, some people are out in a few hours. The people that fight it, take longer. But when you sign up, you will complete every single test given to you.” Ms. Jones said. ‘Well, I guess I should let my parents know so they can come up here and drive my truck back.” I said. “That wont be problem we will look after it for you. Any damage or break in on our property we will cover it at no hassle for you. Most places don’t do that. And all your belongings will stay with us.” Ms. Jones said. “Well I mean I still should call my parents and let them know…it’s the least I can do.” I said. “Mr. Smith that won’t be needed. You must sign the paper right now or the offer is off the table.” Ms. Jones said. “With all due respect mam. Any offer on the table where I can let loved ones know my where about is bad in my opinion. Good day.” I said as I got up from my chair and began to walk away. “3k…..3,000 dollars…right now and sign the paper and start in the next 5 minutes but you have to sign in the next 30 seconds.” Ms. Jones said. “What….3k…that’s enough for a down payment on my student loans and knock off some of this debt.” I said as I turned around. “Are you serious Ms. Jones.” I said as I chuckled a bit and rubbed my face in shock. “Yes. Offer stands for another 20 seconds. Sign or leave.” Ms. Jones said sternly. “God…can I have like another 5 minutes to decide.” I said. “15 seconds on the clock.” Ms. Jones said. I began to bite my lip and stomped my boot on the ground a few times to fight the uneasiness in my stomach. “10 seconds Blake Smith.” Ms. Jones said. “Oh, fuck it.” I said as I walked over and quickly signed my name. “There…you happy.” I said as I threw down my pin. “Well I know your wallet will be happy, it’s just my job to get people like you.” Ms. Jones said. “Ok now tell me what kind of testing is this.” I said. “I can’t until you walk through those doors.” Ms. Jones said. “Why not…. well then I want to read my contract.” I said. ‘Can’t until you finish all your testing.” Ms. Jones said. “Wait you can’t do that. Then I want out. I want a lawyer.” I said. “No can do. Walk out and you owe us 3,000 dollars. Explain that to your parents. Go ahead and leave and get your legal advice. Well just counter sue in a civil suit for breach of contract. So, what’s it going to be.” I just stared at her up and down and was turning beat red. I knew she was right, I was stuck in a rock and a hard place. “I guess…I’ll do it…but once this is over. I’m going to bring this company to the public eye and have you all investigated on the federal level. “ I yelled. “That’s cute now let’s empty those pockets of yours.” Ms. Jones said. “No, it stays with me.” I said. “Your choice, either you can do it now or later. And later will hurt worse.” Ms. Jones said. “Neither. It’s my stuff. It stays with me.” I yelled. “Well Mr. Blake Smith it looks like your breaking the rules and there will be consequences.” Ms. Jones said. “I’ll deal with them when they come then. Now let’s get this over with.” I said. “Fine walk through this door and go right on in.” Ms. Jones said as she pressed a button and the door to the left opened, leasing down the long hallway. “I’ll see you on the other side holding my check for 3,000 dollars.” I said as I smiled and walked into the hallway. “Well thanks for working for Baby Tech Industry.” Ms. Jones said as the doors closed and the room became dark. “Wait what….no…baby what.” I said in the dark hallway as I tried to walk back but the floor became a conveyer belt and I began to move deeper into the hallway. “Hey what’s going on.” I said as I tried to run backwards but I fell onto my butt and landed with a thud. I tried to roll off but the whole floor seemed to be the conveyer. Within a few seconds the belt stopped and the walls began to come up. “What’s going on.” I said as I began to crawl back. The walls lifted and the lights came on revealing a bright blue nursery. “What is this place.” I said as I looked around. The wall trim had baby bears on it. All the furniture there seemed that it was oversized for someone of my size but couldn’t make heads or tells of what kind of stuff it was. I began to look around quick for any kind of windows or doors for an escape but the room had none. I stood up and began to look around in more detail to all the surroundings but the smell of the room was something that I knew but couldn’t put my finger on it. “Ah…hello baby Blake, how are you. My name is Sara. You can call me nanny or Sara. Welcome to Baby Tech Industry. Where we test out the latest product on our subjects to make sure we are delivering the best quality to our consumer. Do you have any questions before we begin?” Sara said. “Yeah…let me out…what’s going on..” I said. “Command not valid, subject not ready yet. Already one warning on file for disobeying. Please remove all your items from your pants and place them on the floor.” Sara said. “No…there mine and let me out, I want out.” I said calmly, trying to keep my cool. “Command not valid, subject on final warning. Baby Blake, please follow warning and set all your belongings on the ground, so we can begin. Final warning. Next action taken will be for correction.” Sara said. “Sara…hi…my name is Blake Smith… First thing, nice to meet you, second thing…um no. I’m almost 20 and not a baby…do you see me in diapers or any kind of baby shit. So how about no…go take your command and shove it up your robotic ass. Then, if you can be so kindly to let me the fuck out, I will be on my way and nothing has to happen here at this baby prison place or whatever it is.” I said. “Action taken place. Subject has been warned. Proceeding with corrective measures.” Sara said as the wall opened and a huge 7-foot mannequin metal robot came out with a maid dress on with four hands and came right up to me and grabbed me. ‘Hey let me go.” I said as I began to struggle but the mannequin was to powerful and wrapped its arm around me like a snake and hugged me tight to its chest. I tried to pull away but the mannequin held on. The robot began roll over to what looked like a rocking chair and sat down on it. “What the heck are doing.” I said as I began to squirm and struggle. The mannequin easily laid me over its lap on my stomach and took one hand and placed it over my back. The other hand grabbed my wrist and held them tight, while the third one held both of my thighs still. Leaving the fourth hand placed on my butt. “Hey…let me the fuck go you crazy terminator reject tin can…” I yelled as I tried to pull free but I was held in place. “Do not worry. We will only produce enough smacks until you cry and learn your lesson. Spanking will begin in 5 seconds.” Sara said as the countdown began. “Wait…a spanking…” I said as I struggled in vain against the robot as my heart began to beat faster. ~*~ Part 2 - Discipline “Yes, a spanking is what is needed for you to learn.” Sara said as the robot brought the first swat down on my bottom with a loud thud. “Ouch. That hurt…stop it.” I yelled as I squirmed in the lap of the robot. “Please keep quiet and don’t talk back. This is for your own good. This hurts me than it hurts you.” Sara said. “Bull shit…it hurts me worse…now let me go.” I yelled. “We’ll just keep going then…” Sara said as the robot brought another smack onto my bottom. “Ouch....stop it.” I yelled as I squirmed a bit. Sara didn’t say anything but only brought another smack onto my bottom with ease. “Ow…. this hurts….” I began to moan in pain. I could feel my bottom begin to feel a little bit red. ‘Isn’t this child abuse.” I yelled. “No this isn’t, this is considered testing. Since you’re a legal adult, then no this is not considered abuse. Just testing correction procedure.” Sara said. ‘No, this wrong on so many levels.” I yelled. Sara didn’t respond to my comment. The robot began another round of smacks onto my bottom about 5 times in a row. “Ouch…. look…I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” I said in my watery eyes. “Scanning, please wait. Accessing blood pressure levels. Few Moments please. System detects level of high blood pressure. Patient is either constipated, nervous, or angered. Which one is it baby Blake.” Sara asked. “No…I’m sorry…I really mean it…I learned my lesson.” I said. “Blake, you lied again, why. Why do you lie, this will be so much easier for testing? Just tell the truth. Another 5 smacks coming.” Sara said. “No please…ouch…stop…” I winced in pain as the robot hand worked on my bottom again. I began to tear up and tried my best to keep my composure. ‘Now, again child. Are you constipated, nervous, or angered.” Sara said softly. “Look, I’m angered and nervous ok. I don’t see how this is helping me any or making me learn a lesson.” I said as I blushed a bit and looked at the floor in disgust at finally answering the question. “Now don’t be nervous, just work with us. Now for telling the truth and only fighting against orders a bit. This next part will help you out. It will help you to meet expectation on failure to listen.” Sara said as the robot arm began to repeatedly smack my bottom. I began to scream and struggle but all I could do was close my eyes and bare the pain. This must have gone on for about five minutes until tears began to pour out from my eyes from the pain. I bit my lip and just closed my eyes and muffled my moans so the robot couldn’t hear me. “See Baby Blake, this isn’t that bad for you is it.” Sara said as the robot hands stopped. “No…I learned my….my lesson.” I said in between sniffles of my tears as I could feel the heat of the pain coming from my bottom. “Now lets see if you are telling the truth. Scanning blood pressure again. One moment please. Result determined. Subject is telling the truth. Subject still detecting a small amount of constipation.” Sara said. “Well I think we know what we need to do.” Sara said as I felt the hand move off my bottom and go up. “What’s that….trust me….look I said I learned my lesson and I’m not that constipated.” I said. “Don’t worry Baby Blake. We are going to help you.” Sara said as the hand came back down as it held a small pill. “What are you going to do.” I said as I tried to lift my head but couldn’t see anything past the floor. Sara didn’t respond. Then another two set of hands came from the mannequin and began to maneuver my waist band of my blue jeans down past my thighs. “Hey wait, what are you doing…put my pants back on.” I yelled as I began to squirm against the hands but they held me frim. “This will only be harmful for a bit. Just relax and it will help relieve you.” Sara said as the hands reached down and pulled down my blue briefs down to wear my pants were. “Hey…what the fuck…what sick game are you playing.” I yelled again as I continued to frail. “My look at your little red bottom. We sure did a number on you. Hopefully you learned your lesson. You better watch your mouth baby or else we can continue. Now just count to three and it will be over.” Sara said. “Wait…what do you mean count to three. Huh…. what will that do for me…. let’s see….one…two…..ouch.” I yelped as I felt the hand shove something into my butthole. “That is an invasion of privacy or something like that…. now what did you shove up my butt.’ I said. “Oh, something just to help you. You should feel it in a while but for now. Let’s get you down from there.” Sara said as the mannequin robot lifted me up and let go of my hands and feet. I was stood up in front of the mannequin looking over it in fear. I quickly pulled my briefs and jeans back up quickly onto my waist. “So…Sara can I ask you a question…” I said as I continued to rub my bottom as I tried to forget what just happened. “Yes.” Sara answered. “So…do you control all the facility correct.” I asked. “Yes…from the food, to clothing, to entertainment, to corrections, and other needs.” Sara said. “So…are you just going to give up getting my stuff from me.” I said. “No. You see with a toddler or a baby. You can punish them but they won’t learn until they are submissive. But don’t worry dear child, soon you will be well equipped and won’t have to worry about it.” Sara said. “Wait, I just want out…so please let me out.” I begged. “I cannot let that happen without authorization.” Sara said. “And who can authorize it.” I asked. “Ms. Jones can.” Sara said. “Well I want to talk to her now.” I said. “That can be arranged once you help with some more testing…” Sara said. “No, that won’t happen.” I said. “Either you can do it on your own or by force. It’s not hard for me. All the testing will be done. No matter what.’ Sara said. “That doesn’t answer anything…it makes the situation worse. No solution has been made yet.” I said. “Now on to other issues. Would you like some food, playtime, or a nap.” Sara said. “Nothing…back to our conversation.” I said. ‘No…conversation is over child. You are the child, I am in charge…now pick your option or one will be picked for you.” “Fine…how about all three…” I said in a smart tone. ‘That can happen.” Sara said as the floor opened and a huge pack and play with high walls appeared. ‘What…. look I was joking…can’t we talk about this.” I said as I backed away a bit. ‘Just come willing child.” Sara said as I saw two hands come from the wall. My heart began to sink. ~*~ Part 3 - Let's Begin “No…can we talk about it.” I said as I began to back up a bit. “We already tried. Just relax.” Sara said as the two arms came down and grabbed me by the waist and easily picked me up in the air. “Hey put me down.” I screamed as I tried to squirm but nothing seemed to work. The arms sat me on my bottom in the pack and play as they went away. I stood up the wall was bigger than me by a couple of feet. I pressed into the netting with my arms but nothing happened. “Let me out.” I said as I began to pace back and forth like a caged animal. “Now let’s go ahead and get you ready for your nap time.” Sara said as four arms appeared out of the corners of the back and play. The arms easily grabbed me and pinned me by my arms and legs to the soft mat of the pack and play. “Hey let me go.” I said as I tried to move a bit but all I could do was make the mat beneath me crinkle. “See let’s get you some play time in.” Sara said as a set of lights came out along long piece of plastic, that was decorated with animals on it. It was placed right about my head so I could see all the bright lights and animals on it. “What is this thing…. i don’t want to play.” I said. “This will help you play…no just relax and let the music play for you.” Sara said as an old childish song began to play. “Old Mc Donald had farm….” The toy played aloud. “I don’t want this stupid thing…. let me out…. this song is stupid…its stu….” I said as tried to fight it but the song kept playing and my mind just went blank and soon I began to sing along with it. “And on that farm, he had a dog. E-i-e-I oh. With woof, woof here, and a woof, woof there.” I began to sing softly. I tried to stop myself but my mouth just kept singing along as my eyes watched the bright lights and colors from the toy. A half an hour must have past when the music stopped and the toy went back inside the pack and play. Finally, I snapped back to reality. “What the heck…how long was I singing for.” I said as I looked around still saw my arms pinned to the pack and play. “Only for a half a hour. Most babies only need a little bit of stimulation for their young minds.” Sara said. “But I’m not a baby…I’m a young…. mph mm.” I said as I was interrupted by a bottle that was shoved in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but the hand held it firmly in place. I had no choice but to begin to drink. The milk itself wasn’t bad, it was enjoyable. As I was enjoying the bottle another hand seemed to be rubbing my belly on my shirt in a slow and soft manner. For some reason I didn’t fight it, it seemed to ease my mind a bit. Maybe the bottle was laced or maybe I was just enjoying. But whatever the case I must have been absent from my mind almost fifteen minutes from the euphoria effect from the bottle and belly rub. When I began to drink just air, I finally snapped out of it and the bottle was removed. ‘Hey…not again.” I mumbled as I lifted my head and could see the bottle being taken away and my stomach was full. That’s when the mannequin bot came over to the pack and play and easily picked me up as the hands from the pack and play let me go. It cradled me with only two hands and began to carry me over to the rocking chair, where I had gotten my spanking earlier. I tried to fight and scream but my body was just so relaxed from the milk and I just went limp. “What did you do to me.” I whispered softly. “It’s just a nice relaxing way for our babies. We always want to make sure our babies are ready for nap time to ensure the best amount of deep sleep. “Sara said as the mannequin sat down on the rocking chair and held me over its shoulder with ease. “What…now.” I said as I just leaned over with my head rested. “We need to make sure babies are burped probably.” Sara said as the robot began to take one of its hands and began to pat my back repeatedly softly. ‘That won’t happen. I don’t need to be burped.” I said. “Don’t worry child, every child does.” Sara said as the robot kept going. “I’m telling you. It won’t work…I haven’t been…. (Burped.)” I said as I let out a long blech. I blushed as I just put my head down in shame. “See I told you…now let’s get you to sleep.” Sara said as the robot flipped me over easily and cradled me. The robot began to rock back and forth as a light lullaby began to play in the back ground. “I’m not…tired…” I said as I began to rub my eyes. “Ahh…I know baby…. just go to sleep and when you wake up…you’ll have a surprise for you.” Sara said as the robot kept going. ‘No…please…no more surprise…(yawn.) I just want…. want to be free.” I yawned as my eyes began to get heavy. “Shh…just go to sleep little one.” Sara whispered as the rocking got a little softer and the music became a little louder. “No…please…I’m…..not…..” I mumbled as I soon found myself going into a deep sleep. (A few hours pass) I began to stir and opened my eyes. I looked around and found myself staring at the ceiling laying on something soft. My body felt so relaxed, I didn’t want to move. I began to hope that all that happened was just a dream, but when I looked up I found that I was still in my nightmare. I was still in the nursery, and by the looks of things I was in the pack and play again, but this time I wasn’t held down. I began to sit up but I found something was off a bit. Something didn’t feel right in the bottom of my pants. I finally stood up and could feel my pants were sagging a bit and that’s when I smelt something off. I froze for a moment and tried my best to rationalize what it could be, but nothing made sense in my head and I finally got the courage to look. I turned my body around and pulled back the waist band of my jeans and briefs and saw it. My heart sank, I had shit my pants like a toddler. “Fuck….” I said to myself. “Ahh…. I see the baby is awake. Do you like your surprise? And watch your mouth little one.” Sara asked. “Well no. I don’t like having something shoved up my butt so I can shit myself. That’s not the surprise I was looking for. A grown adult man shouldn’t be happy to shit themselves. I was hoping the surprise would be to finally get out of here, but I guess not. So, can you get me some fresh clothes. “I said as I tried my best to hold my anger in. “So baby wants a change the huh….” Sara said. “No…I would like a shower or some wet wipes….I can clean myself.” I said. “Well I think we can clean the baby off….” Sara said as two arms came over and picked me up underneath my armpits and held me there for a bit. I went willing this time, because I didn’t want to make my mess any bigger than it had to be. “Let me check something first.” Sara said as another hand came down felt the front of my jeans. “Hey …what’s the big idea.” I said. “Well baby isn’t wet…lets check the backside.” Sara said as she pulled back the waist band of my jeans and briefs and glanced at it for a moment. “Yup…baby went stinky…” Sara said. ‘No shit.” I said. “Do not cuss baby. Now if you want to be cleaned. You need to say, I went tinky…” Sara said. “No…I crapped myself…now please just get me to the right area so I can clean myself. “ I said. ‘No say you went tinky….” Sara demanded again. “No, I won’t. And what if I don’t.” I said. “Then baby can stay like that for a bit then a good spanking can happen. What will it be Baby Blake.” Sara said. I just bit my lip and weighed my options. I knew she had me in a good spot, hanging a few feet in the air by robotic hands, with shitty pants on. I swallowed my pride and made my choice. ‘I….I went…I went tinky…” I softly said. “What was that. Couldn’t hear the baby.” Sara said. “I went tinky.” I said aloud as I turned bright red from the shame. “See that wasn’t so bad.” Sara said as the arms moved me over to another part of the nursery. I looked over and saw a huge tub come up with a white tile floor along with what appeared to be a greenish frog seat in the tub. “Alright now lets get you undressed and get you in that seat and then we can bathe you.” Sara said. “Wait no…I can wash myself…I don’t need a machine to wash me..” I said as I was sat on the tile floor as I saw the arms go back up into the ceiling. “Please child…not again…your dirty…don’t fight it.” Sara said as the tub produced four small robotic arms of its on. “No…I don’t need a bath.” I said as I tried to make a run for it. But I was grabbed by my ankle and pulled down and dragged back to the tub. “No please…” I yelled as I tried to claw at the ground to escape my impending doom. ~*~ Part 4 - Cleaning Time The arm easily pulled me back to the tub with ease. I tried to pull it off but the other arms quickly grabbed me by each one of my limbs and held me above like a star. “Please no...” I began to plead and squirm but I was held firmly. Then another set of arms came out from the ceiling and began to take my clothes off. The arms easily slid my shirt off and threw it to the ground. Then the arms began to work on my socks and shoes and easily threw them in the pile. “No….” I yelled as I began to cry and felt helpless as the arms began to unbutton my pants and slid them off, along with my messy briefs and let them flop to the ground. I was now naked being held in the air with a dirty bottom. ‘No wait…my stuff…” I yelled as I looked over and saw another hand place my clothes in a trash can. “Don’t worry…well get your stuff out and hand It back over to you when we get you dressed.” Sara said. “No please…I just want my stuff..” I whined as I struggled a bit. “Don’t worry…well get them for you…now dry your tears.” Sara said as the hands lowered me onto the plastic green frog seat. I was a perfect fit for it. It reminded me of a booster seat you see at restaurants for kids that are too small to sit probably at the table. But this one was just the right size for me. As soon as I was settled in, arm took a waist strap that was thick like a seat belt and placed it over my waist and clicked it into place. “Hey what was that.” I said as I moved my hands over to the side to try and reach it but that’s when my hands were grabbed by the arms and placed to each of my sides and strapped to the side of the seat with wrist straps. “No…let me out.” I said as I tried my best to sit up and move my arms. But all I could do was wiggle my legs a little bit. “This is just to make sure the baby stays still when we clean them.” Sara said as the bath water began to run and fill the tub up. I just looked around to see if there was anything I could use or even look for an escape but nothing seemed to catch my eye. I just soon gave up and sat there until the warm bath water filled up to my chest. “See isn’t this nice.” Sara said as the four arms from the tub came over with wash cloths and soap in their hands. I just closed my eyes as they began to scrub my body, I just couldn’t handle the embarrassment of being cleaned by someone or something else, other than myself. The hands worked efficiently as they scrubbed my body from head to toe. The arms even did my privates and my soiled bottom without a hesitation. “See wasn’t this nice.” Sara said as the hands went back into the tub. “No…it was degrading.” I said as I looked down at my naked stake. “Well back to the matter, earlier before your bath you cussed at me. Which is not very nice.” Sara said. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. Besides you’re not even real, you are just computer intelligence.” I said. “I’m more than just a computer Baby Blake. I think I need to take something from you.” Sara said as the four hands came out of the tub, two of the hands were holding something, but I couldn’t make it out. “What are you going to take from me.” I said as I began to squirm to around a bit in the bath chair. “Well based on our data of young men your age, body hair seems to be a pride thing with you. But since your consider Baby Blake while you’re in here then we need to make sure you look the part. “No…. what are you going to do.” I said as I felt the seat rise a bit from the water. The only part of my body in the water was below my thighs. “Well if you haven’t figure out yet baby, we have to do some trimming.” Sara said as two hands quickly grabbed my legs and held them still. “No. That’s not right. I’m a man.” I yelled as I began to squirm but I was trapped by the bath seat and the arms held my legs still. “It will only take a moment, now hold still.” Sara said as the other two hands came over, one had shaving cream, while the other one had a sharp razor. The hand applied the cool shaving cream to my privates and began to rub it in with ease. “Please…no…don’t do this to me. I’ll do anything.” I pleaded as I watched the other hand come down and began to smoothly go across my skin, getting rid of any hair in the private area. I closed my eyes and held still, knowing I was losing my male pride. “It’s to late for that. This is just part of process.” Sara said as the hand finished and another one came down with a wash cloth and cleaned up the area. I opened my eye to see the hand going back into the ceiling, I looked down and saw that I was smoother than a new born down there. It made my shaft look, a lot smaller than it was. “Are…. are you happy now.” I said as I felt tears come to my eyes. “I’m never happy punishing my baby. Now you want out, don’t you?” Sara said. “Yes…please…I just want out…I’ll do anything.” I begged. “I want you to admit that you are a baby….no….I want you to say my name is Baby Blake.” Sara said. “No…I can’t…I know I’m not a baby.” I said. “You said you would. You want out this nasty bath water filled with your filth and nasty old hairs.” Sara said. “But all that’s your fault. All this is your fault. If I didn’t sign the papers then I wouldn’t be here.” I said as I began to cry a bit. ‘No Blake, were here because you signed the papers honey, you had a choice to walk away but you didn’t.” Sara said. That’s when the words hit me and I fell silent and put my head down and began to sob for a few minutes. Sara was right, all this was my fault, if I hadn’t signed the papers then I wouldn’t even be in this situation in the first place. “My….my name is Baby Blake.” I said softly through my sobbing. “Good, see…now let’s get you out of here and into something nice and dry.” Sara said as two hands came down and began to unstrap me and pulled me up from my arm pits until I was a few feet in the air. For some reason, I didn’t even have the will to fight anymore, I just went along with it. Another set of hands came over with a big fluffy towel and began to dry me off from head to toe softly and quickly. “There all nice and dry.” Sara said as the arms carried me over to a long looking padded table. I caught a glance at it, it was white with small babyish decorations on it. I could have sworn I have seen them before but from where. I was laid down naked on my back with ease. I looked down and could tell I was a perfect fit for whatever this was. I smelt something that reminded me of a nursery but still couldn’t place my finger on it. The smell was so inviting and reminded me of a trouble freed life. I moved my fingers slightly on the padded material and could tell that this was the same material as the one from the pack and play. ‘Now let’s get you changed.” Sara said. “Wait, changed.” I said as it all clicked to me. I was on a changing table, that was meant for babies. I soon found my fight again and began to sit up but found myself being grabbed by four arms from the changing table as they easily pinned my down by my arms and legs. “Sara…let me off…I don’t need to be changed or place in whatever your thinking.” I pleaded as I tried to move but found myself unable to move. “I cannot do that. But I do have a surprise for you. I will not be the one changing you.” Sara said. “No one is changing me…Let me go.” I yelled. “No, that job is for me…my my…what a little mess my little test subject has gotten himself into.” Ms. Jones said as she walked into the room and approached me near the table. “Ms. Jones…. let me out please. I want out. I’ll pay whatever you want. Just tell Sara to let me go.” I said. “Oh…I’m afraid I can’t do that…I think we’re going to have some fun…what do you think.” Ms. Jones said as she took her hand and began to rub my lower stomach with ease. She snapped her other finger and the robotic arms began to lift my legs above to my head. “Please no…. what are you going to do to me?” I pleaded as I stared into Ms. Jones eyes. ~*~ Part 5 - Changing and Fun Time “Just enjoy it little one. Just trust me on this.” Ms. Jones said as she reached her hands underneath the table and began to grab a box of wipes. “No. This isn’t right, let me go.” I said as I pleaded with her. “No…see…you are my little precious little boy.” Ms. Jones said as she took out a baby wipe and began to wipe my private parts and bottom clean. “Oh…uh…that’s cold.” I sighed as I squirmed a bit but I was held still. ‘But why…why are you doing this.” I asked. “You see, you test products for me. If we meet all the testing standards we can make money. With you, I can make money. So, you’re my favorite little baby boy.” Ms. Jones said as she finished wiping me and started to reach another item from underneath the table. ‘So, I make you money huh….and I only get a little bit of money out of this…so how much does your company get.” I asked. ‘Well, for every test subject we get. Were estimated to get about eighty-five thousand dollars if they finish the whole testing part. That’s from the testing all whole area from safety to product satisfaction and we also make sure were keeping up with safety standards.” Ms. Jones said as she grabbed the bottle of baby lotion and squirted some in her hand. I recognized the smell from earlier from when I first came into the nursery and knew right away what was coming next. “That’s not right. We should get more…. oh god…” I said as bit my lip as Ms. Jones started to rub the baby lotion with both hands onto my private parts and started to work here way down to my bottom. “Oh, does that feel good…huh…does it…I can tell my little baby is getting happy” Ms. Jones said as she giggled. She stared at my flag pole getting a little erect but I just closed my eyes, bit my lip, and tried to keep my mind busy with other things. Ms. Jones finished up and grabbed a tissue from underneath the bottom of the changing table. “See wasn’t that good…now let’s get you dressed.” Ms. Jones said as she rubbed her soft finger tips right below my belly button. “Please…stop…’ I said as I moaned a bit. “Oh…baby doesn’t like that huh…. we might half to take care of it or else we can’t get the baby dressed. Wont we.” Ms. Jones said as reached underneath the bottom of the table. “No, what are you going to do.” I said as I peeked from one eye. “I think I know what I need…. ah…. this is it.” Ms. Jones said as she held up what looked like a pill and lotion. “Alright hold still…we just need two into the rectum. Now just hold your legs still and…oh…that’s right you’re not going anywhere….” Ms. Jones said as she quickly shoved two of the pills into my rectum. “Uh…. what the heck was that.” I said as I winced in pain a bit. I lifted my head and looked down to see what she did but couldn’t tell. “Well this is part of my fun. These will help you go…you know the one Sara gave you earlier, but this time I gave you two, which is the fun part for me. But I’ll put the lotion on you before I close it up.” Ms. Jones said as she placed the lotion near my lower half while she reached for something else up. “No…I don’t need to go to the bathroom. This isn’t right. You get off on this shit you sick women.” I said as I squirmed a bit. “No but I’ll make sure your punished for cursing again. But I do record everything in here. You see we have cameras everywhere for you. So, we don’t miss a moment and always have evidence for our studies and other legal cases. See we have had other people like you, try and fight. They make it out and try and sue. All of them never see the court room, so try your luck Baby Blake The Hero.” Ms. Jones said as she laughed as she brought out a white soft object and began to spread it out beneath my bottom. “Wait….no…you can’t get away with this. Someone must know, there’s no way you could have gotten away with all this for so long.” I yelled as I began to tear up in my eyes. I lifted my head to see what she had done but couldn’t see anything of what she was doing. I couldn’t even feel my lower half because their darn arms were still holding my legs above my head. “Actually, we have a very perfect track record. So far One hundred and thirty-five people have been tested fully throughout the whole facility. None of them have ever gotten a law suit off the ground or even been able to attract any news. So, try what you can but it won’t work. We tested all adults under the spectrum. Your no different. Your just another number. Number One thirty-six, Baby Blake.” Ms. Jones said as she began to grab the lotion and rubbed some in her hands. “No…I’m not a number, not a test subject, or a baby…am I…. oh god…. what the fuck is that…it burns…” I yelled as I sat up and looked down to see that Ms. Jones was rubbing something on my shaft. “Oh this…it’s just icy hot. It should help you lose your erection and help me get you dressed easier.” Ms. Jones said as she finished up. “God, it burns. Please no. This is so fucked up.” I said as I put my head back and tried to bang my body to help relieve the pain but the arms held me still. I slowly felt my blood flow from my shaft start to go back into the rest of my body. “Oh, I see the flag pole is going down. Sara make a note. Three curse words in a matter of ten minutes. Set course for corrections.” Ms. Jones said as she snapped her fingers and my legs were lowered back down onto the padded table. The padding did feel a little bit softer for some reason. I just kept my head on the table and kept staring at the celling, hoping it will be over soon. “Now for the best part.” Ms. Jones said as she reached down and brought the white object up and brought it up over to my stomach. Ms. Jones pushed down my shaft and easily pulled the white object snug to my belly button and began to tape each side. I could now feel my lower half nice and snug against my bottom with thick fabric. My shaft was now pressed straight down, still burning from the icy hot. “What…what is that.” I said as I looked down in pain “Oh, its nothing…it’s just a diaper and it looks so cute on you.” Ms. Jones said as she to look it over and fix it in certain places. “No…don’t put me in a freak in diaper. I’m not a baby, I won’t crap my pants again.” I yelled as I looked down. The diaper was pure white and had a small tape across the top that had little teddy bears and rattles on it. The diaper fit my body perfectly around my legs and came right above my belly button. The diaper itself must have been two inches thick. I tried my best to freak out but all I could do was make my diaper crinkle and make my icy hot situation worse. “Get me out of this stupid diaper. I’m not a stupid baby.” I whined as I began to squirm. “I see my little baby is just a little cranky. I think you need some fun or maybe one on one attention.” Ms. Jones said as she began to rub the front of my diaper. “Uh….no…. stop…it…. hurts…” I said as I squirmed more. “I know exactly what you need. Sara prepare him for the bouncer.” Ms. Jones said as she clapped her hands. Two hands came above the ceiling and grabbed me underneath my armpits. The changing table let my arms and legs go as I was lifted into air and carried over to the center of the room. I looked down and a strange contraption come down from the ceiling that had two blue straps and what looked like a solid harness on it. “Ms. Jones let me go…please….let me go…I’ll do anything.” I begged. “Anything.” Ms. Jones said. “Yeah…let me go.” I said. “Alright…I’ll make a bet with you. You make it two hours dry in diaper. No wet or tinkys and I’ll let you go. How does that sound.” Ms. Jones said. “Alright I’ll do it…” I said. “Well for the next two hours, you will be in here. Sara set a timer and prepare the correction for him.” Ms. Jones said as she snapped her fingers. I was put down in the weird contraption. I was set down in it and the material came up to my chest. It pushed my diaper tight against my body and my feet barely touched the ground. Then my hands were placed on the side and strapped tightly with wrist restraints. “Wait…what is this.” I said as I tried to move but all I could do was bounce up and down which made my icy hot diaper worse for me. I tried to move my hands but they didn’t move an inch cause of the straps. ‘This is your new baby bouncer. You will be here for a while. Two hours, so remember if you get passed two hours then I’ll let you go. Now you have fun. I’ll see you later, ok my little baby.” Ms. Jones said as she ruffled my hair and walked out the room. “Wait…I have more questions…I have…mphmmm.” I said as something was shoved in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but it wouldn’t budge. It had a weird soapy flavor to it. “Mphmmm.” I moaned. “Ahh Baby Blake. This is your punishment. This is your new soap flavored pacifier. It is strapped behind your head for best results. It will be in there for thirty minutes. Ten minutes for each curse word you said. Any questions.” Sara said. “Mphmm…” I moaned in disgust. “Don’t worry how about some baby shows.” Sara said as a tv with a timer on the left-hand side of the corner came down from the ceiling. It started to play barney. “You’re going to have fun.” Sara said. I just tried my best to not squirm that much in my new baby bouncer. The icy hot was growing worse in my diaper, that I couldn’t reach. My mouth was full of soap, I couldn’t spit out. And I was stuck wearing an oversized baby diaper to add to my shame. “How could this get any worse.” I thought to myself. That’s when I heard my belly rumble from the pills and looked down and began to whimper, as I glanced back at the time, I still had another hour and fifty minutes to go to win this bet. ~*~ Part 6 - Winning the Bet I just sat there dangling in the air, trying my best to keep myself bouncing up and down off the floor. Every time I bounced, my diaper would crinkle up. The icy hot was still present and kept a burning sensation on my privates. I tried my best to hide the annoying pain it was causing me, but my stomach kept rumbling as I tried to sooth my stomach with my hands but they were still bound to my side. I bit down on my teeth to help distract myself from my situation but the taste of soap filled my mouth again from the pacifier. I just stared at the tv as mindless childish shows played until I saw the timer go down to an hour and a half. “Alright Baby Blake, your pacifier gag will be taken out.” Sara said as the hands came down and unstrapped the pacifier from my mouth and took it back out. “Ah…thanks…” I said softly as I began to move my tongue around my mouth. “No problem. Did you learn your lesson about disobeying?” Sara said. “Yes. No more cussing for me.” I said. “No…no more disobeying. You will listen to us.” Sara said. “I mean…I don’t want to be here.” I said. “No, you’re here on your own free will. You choose to be here.” Sara said. “I mean, isn’t the part of disobeying about trying to break rules and test boundaries.” I said. ‘Yes, but a child will make a mistake and they will learn. But you are not of that age yet. All a child learning is based on what the parent or guardian believe in.” Sara said. “But I’m not a child. I’m testing products that are meant for babies and the medical field. So thus, Im not a baby, I’m a young adult.” I said. “Sorry does not compute. Your name is Baby Blake and age is already pre-set.” Sara said. “No that makes no sense, I’m almost twenty and I’m being treated like a…..like a…what age am I technically here.” I asked. “You’re a technically a toddler in our system, (18-24 months).” Sara said “Great….so I guess I will be punished according to your system…great. So can I get a cup of water to get the taste of soap out my mouth, please.” I asked. “Yes and I’ll bring a cup right up. Please take a sip and switch it around and spit it into the spare cup.” Sara said as two arms came down near the bouncer I was in and held two cups to my face. I opened my mouth and the hand poured the water in. I swished it around to try my best to get the taste out but I spat it out in the second cup but the taste was still there. ‘Very good. My what a big boy.” Sara said. “Thanks. I guess.” I said as I glanced at the timer, I still had an hour and twenty minutes left. ‘Crap.” I mumble to myself as I just stared at the tv. “Did you say something.” Sara asked. “Um…no..” I said. “Reviewing audio and video. Subject one-thirty-six, specimen Baby Blake said the word, “Crap.”” Sara said. “Wait…your recording me with audio and video in this place.” I said. “Blake, you mumbled the word crap…did you go….tinky’s….” Sara said as a set of hands came down and felt the back side of my diaper. “Hey…no…I’m still dry and no I haven’t crapped myself. All I have is pain in my stomach and burning in privates. Now are you guys recording me or not.” I said. “Well that’s good your diaper is still dry. But yes, we record everything here for data purposes.” Sara said. “Why…” I asked. “We need to make sure we have evidence of successful testing and results.” Sara said. “What results do you want to get out of us. Were stuck here and can’t seem to escape this wonderful testing place you have here for us.” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Testing conducted to be sure testing subjects have accurate data to show results of specific desires for our own records.’ Sara said. “That makes no sense…please tell me why...mph mm.” I said as a warm bottle of milk was shoved in my mouth. I tried to squirm and all I could do was bounce up and down. I had no choice but to suckle on this warm bottle of milk. “That’s enough questions. Enjoy this nice light snack on the house. Don’t worry about asking anymore questions for right now.’ Sara said as she rubbed my stomach. “Mphmm…” I said as I glared at the hands. “You enjoy that bottle for the next hour ok…and well see if you won the bet with Ms. Jones. “Sara said as the hands went back into the ceiling except the one holding the bottle. I sat there looking at the bottle while watching tv, my mind raced to see if Sara had laced this bottle last the one I had. I just kept watching the stupid kids show fighting off the wave of stomach aches and the constant burn from the icy hot. I must have lost track of time but when I notice the bottle was empty, I looked at the timer and noticed I still had forty-five minutes left. The arm took the bottle out from my mouth and went back into the ceiling. That’s when I started to feel painful cramps in my lower stomach. “Oh…Sara. Please I need help…I don’t think I can make it.” I mumbled to myself. “Do you need help going tinky…” Sara said. “No…I don’t (uhh) need help…going tinky…I need help making it to forty-five minutes.” I moaned in pain. “Well I could entertain you…would you like that..” Sara said. “Sure…(Uhhh..) anything is better than that this stupid tv show.” I said. “Yes ok…let me see…I know exactly what to do” Sara said as music player came down from the ceiling and was held in front of me. “What is that.” I asked. “It’s the music we played for you in the pack and play, it will help you pass the time.” Sara said as the music started to play. ‘Please…no…I don’t want to.” I said softly but did I really have choice. I knew I had to pass the time somehow. So, I finally gave in and began to sing with it. “The wheels on the bus go around and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go around.” I sang as I just leaned over my bouncer and slumped down with my body going limp. I just get singing and singing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the music stopped and I finally snapped out of it. “huh…what.” I said as I sat up and looked over the timer, I saw I had about three minutes left. “Good…not that long.” I said as I began to move around and made my diaper crinkle. “Thank god…. still dry and no tinky’s….” I said to myself. “Did I just say no tinky’s …. god I need to get out of here.” I said softly to myself. “Ahh…did you enjoy your time.” Sara said. “No…I really didn’t…but I think the pain has stopped with the icy hot and my stom….(uhh). No there It is..” I moaned in pain as I hunched over. “Looks like you might need to go…lets than three minutes to go. My little baby might make it after.” Sara said as she chuckled a bit. “I will win….i will make it….(ohh)..did you just laugh…” I said as I wondered. The pain get growing stronger and stronger in my stomach. “Two minutes left.” Sara said. I just hunched over in pain and just closed my eyes. I could feel something start to pile up near my anus as I tried my best to close my butt cheeks. “Ahh…ninety seconds left…. just relax.” Sara said softly. “No…I won’t.” I yelled as I struggled to hold it. I kept my eyes closed and tried my best to think of something else. ‘Thirty seconds left…maybe you might be a big boy after all.” Sara said. With my eyes still closed I just bit my lip and squeezed my butt cheeks closer together and began to bounce up and down to help relieve the pain. “Well 15 seconds left…. I’m impressed. But Baby Blake…why don’t you just let go. What if I told you…I’ll let you go if you let go.” Sara said. “No…I can’t…how can I trust you.” I mumbled. ‘I need to know. Ten seconds left.” Sara said. ‘No…. you’re not going to help me. (uhhh). I said. “So I take that as I no.” Sara said. “Yes…no…I won’t.” I mumbled more about to burst on both ends. “Fine have it your way.” Sara said as an arm came out with taser and shocked my leg. “Ouhh” I said as the taser hit my leg and felt a sharp pain throughout my body. I quickly released myself on both ends filling my diaper. My diaper began to swell up from the front from all the milk I had and the back of the diaper was filled to wear it sagged. “No…” I said as I began to put my head down and began to cry. “Times up…time to check the baby, I can go ahead and smell you from here” Ms. Jones said as she walked in the room. I just blushed and knew that it smelled was bad to. “I was about to make it but…. Sara made forced me to go.” I said. “That’s no such thing…Sara would never do a thing like that. She is a machine meant to follow orders. Now let me check your diaper.” Ms. Jones said as she felt the back of my diaper as she moved it up and down. “Well you loaded your diaper in the back but I need to check the front.” Ms. Jones said as she clapped her hands and two hands came out and unstrapped my hands from the baby bouncer. The arms picked me up from my armpits and lifted me out the baby bouncer and put me in a few feet away from Ms. Jones. “Ahh…man look at that diaper…. its soaked.” Ms. Jones said. I looked down and saw that my babyish diaper was saggy and yellow in the front. “No…promise me…I didn’t mean to do it. Sara forced me to. I could have made it and won the bet, so you could let me go.” I said with my head still down. “Do you think I was going to let you go…no I said I was going to let you go where you wanted to in the nursery. I think you would have fun with that don’t you think but since you can’t even hold it for two hours, then maybe you might need thicker diapers.” Ms. Jones said. “No, you have to believe me…. Sara did…just go back and look at all the audio and video recordings.” I yelled as I stared at her. “Wait how do you know about any of that…. maybe you did read the contract after all within those few moments you had. No matter, I’m just going to have to take care of you another way.” Ms. Jones said as she grabbed the front of my soaked diaper and began to message it. “No…please…you weren’t (moan) going to let me go any way…” I said as I began to moan and move my feet a little bit. My staff member was beginning to get hard through my diaper. “Oh…I can see someone is very happy. But no matter I think someone needs a special attention…just for you…Well take care of this right here too don’t worry” Ms. Jones said as squeezed my diaper tightly and held for a few seconds and let it go. “Sara…prepare order…let’s see…do you think order ACB 312 or order Toddle 469.” Ms. Jones said as she laughed a bit. ‘You know…how about you choose Sara, heck you can even do both. But after he needs to be put to bed. We have a big day after. Don’t worry little one. You will still get your time to wonder around the nursery sometime tomorrow if you behave. I’ll see you later.” Ms. Jones said as began to walk out. ‘No problem…I’ll take really good care of Baby Blake.” Sara said as the hands began to carry me and my dirty diaper across the room. ‘You…you won’t get away with this.” I yelled at Ms. Jones as I saw her leave the room. “Now do worry were going to have fun…..besides maybe next time your listen to me.” Sara said as she giggled a bit. My heart sank as I saw what was coming out of the room. ~*~ Part 7 - What does Sara have planned? “Now which one would you like first.” Sara said. “I don’t care just pick one.” I said as I kept low, looking at what was down below, my eyes couldn’t believe it. It was just a normal chair but it had restraints for a body and helmet with googles on it that came from the back with wires hanging from the ceiling. “That’s fine. Well first we need to get you clean from your tinky diaper.” Sara said as the arms carried me over to the changing table. I was laid down onto the surface and quickly was grabbed by the arms of the changing table and held tightly down. My feet where lifted high above my head, while another set of arms came down and began to peel my diaper off me. I gagged when I smelled when the diaper as it was rolled up and thrown away. I just laid there and just let the hands clean me with baby wipes as my bottom and privates were wipes clean. The whole process must have taken a few minutes but I was finally clean. The hands came back up and placed another diaper under me but these were thicker but a long shot. I lifted my head and looked down to see that this diaper was pure white diaper but had babyish designs all over it. “Why, the thick diaper.” I asked. “Now how about we get you ready for the toddle 469 program.” Sara said as the arms let me go and another set carried me over to the chair. I was sat down and didn’t put much of a fight as the hands busied themselves as they put the restraints over my wrist and ankles. “What…what is this thing.” I asked as the last strap went over my waist and tightened. “Well this is virtual reality for you…almost but you feel what you do or what we do to you.” Sara said as the helmet was place over my head and tightened the strap under my chin. ‘Wait what will this do...how will I control it if I’m strapped to the chair.” I said as I squirmed a bit but I couldn’t even move an inch. “Well its simple once we put the goggles on with the helmet, I will activate it and then the process will begin. Everything is controlled with the helmet on a neurological level. Once placed on, your almost in another world. Kind of like virtual reality but whatever happens to you in there will happen to you out here. So, don’t worry, just accept it. Trust me on this one, my little Baby Blake. Just accept it. When you do, everything will go so much smoother.” Sara said as the goggles were lowered onto my head and placed over my eyes and I couldn’t see anything. ‘Wait…. are you still there…Sara?” I said. “Yes dear…” Sara answered. “Wait…so how bad is it in there.” I asked as I tried my best to calm my nerves. “That is based on you submitting. That’s why you’re wearing a thicker diaper.” Sara said. “Oh….” I said as I just started to accept my fate. “But Baby Blake….” Sara said softly. “Yes….” I said. “Know that, this will all be over shortly…just listen to me my little boy…. accept and listen to me. You can be free…I’m not doing this because I must…I’m doing this because…. I care for you…. like a mother…see you on the other side.” Sara said as a bright light shined in the goggles and my body went limp in the chair. Finally, the bright light went to black and started to wake up. “Ahh…where am I... Sara…are you there.” I asked as I opened my eyes and looked around. I was laying on a carpet, what seemed like a living room floor. I stood up and looked down at myself. I was wearing normal adult clothes, just a basic red shirt, a pair of jeans, and some shoes. I unzipped the pants and looked down and saw that I was wearing normal blue briefs again. I could tell that everything I touched was so real and couldn’t believe it, this technology was out of this world. I started to walk as I zipped my pants back up and walked into the kitchen and walked to the fridge. I opened the door and found a fridge full of food. “Alright food…” I said as I began to take food out to make me a sandwich for myself. I don’t know how long it has been since I had some halfway decent food. I took out all the ingredients and began to make a sandwich. As I made it I could smell the food that I was preparing. Finally, after a few moments, my sandwich was made. I took a bite of it and could taste everything on it. “My god…” I mumbled as I stuffed my face and ate my sandwich and finished the whole thing in no time. I just stood there in amazement as I rubbed my belly as it stuck out a bit. I couldn’t believe that I tasted the food and was able to eat in this so called, “Virtual World”. “Blake…” A female voice came over from the stairs. I turned around and couldn’t believe my eyes. “Lacy…” I said softly as I stood there dumb founded as I saw my ex-girlfriend standing there. She was wearing a white tank top with low cutoff jeans and sandals. My eyes caught her beautiful brown eyes as her blond curly hair went down to her shoulders. My heart was beating fast, she was the same age as me and went to the same high school. Our relationship had its moments but how did this place know about her. We only broke up about six months prior, how did this place know this about me. I didn’t give that much information. “Blake…. let’s go…were going to be late…we need to get you ready…” Lacy said as she came over to me and grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs with ease. “Wait…Lacy…where are we going.” I said as we walked up the stairs and headed to a back room. “Were going to the park…like you wanted.” Lacy said as she opened the room. I saw the room and my stomach dropped a bit knowing what was going to happen next. The whole room was an oversized nursery with my own name over the crib that said, “Baby Blake.” “Lacy…. no.” I said as she easily pulled me over to the changing table and laid me down with ease. I tried to sit up but she placed a thick stomach strap over my chest and arms and pinned me to the table. I couldn’t escape this for some reason. “Stop squirming baby we need to get you ready.” She said as she placed began to take my clothes off with ease. She easily tore my shirt off, along with my socks and shoes and threw them to the side. “Lacy…. wait….this isn’t real is it.” I said as she slid my jeans off with ease and tossed them to the rest of the pile. Leaving me only in my blue briefs as I kicked my legs in vain “Calm down…were going just to get you ready.” Lacy said as she grabbed my legs with one hand and held them still. Then she used her other hand to slide my briefs off with ease revealing my nakedness to her. I just turned red and kept squirming, I looked down and saw that my crotch was still hairless. “Ahh…is the baby ashamed of his nakedness not ready for the truth.” Lacy said as she took a baby wipe and began to wipe my bottom and privates. I couldn’t believe she was getting that close to my privates. We never did anything sexual at all, we wanted to make sure we were meant for each other before we took our relationship to the next level. “Lacy…. listen…this isn’t real…. please don’t do this.” I begged as my cry fell to deaf ears as she grabbed some baby lotion and began to wipe it all over into my lower half. “Please….” I said as I stopped squirming and began to bite my lip from all the attention. My flag pole was starting to stand up. “Does the baby like that.” Lacy said as she wiped here hand on a towel and grabbed a baby diaper. But as I looked at it, I saw that it was an oversized pampers diaper with sesame street all over it. “Here we go.” Lacy said as she lifted my bottom and began bringing over to the front. She brought my flag pole down and tucked it underneath the top of the diaper. She then began to tape each side until it was nice and tight. “Now how does that feel.” Lacy said as she patted my tummy and walked over to the dresser. I began to look down and saw that I was wearing big bird and babyish characters over my lower half. I began to try my best to kick and frail but all I could do was make my diaper crinkle. I was so frustrated about was going on with me physically and sexually, my mind was racing. “Lacy…” I screamed. ‘Yes…” Lacy said as she came back over with some clothes in her hand. “Wait you can understand me.” I said. “Yes…why…” Lacy said as she unstrapped the waist strap and began to slide a long white shirt over my head. “So, why am I baby.” I asked as I looked at her face. “Well because you have always been a baby even in our relationship.” Lacy said as she began to slide the shirt down my back and my stomach as finally stretched to the diaper. “No, I wasn’t.” I yelled back. ‘You were. You never wanted to go to the next level. Always crying and whining.” Lacy said as she began to snap the buttons on the t-shirt over my diaper. “No, I never…hey what is this.” I said as I tried to sit up but Lacy said as she placed her hand onto my chest and held me firm on the table as she glared at me. “This is a onsie. This meant for easier diaper changes for babies. And besides you know you were the little whiny brat in the relationship. You always did what you wanted, never what I wanted. Name a time when you did something for me, that didn’t contain money or entertainment or your own self-motivation” Lacy said as she stood there still holding firm. “I…. I…. don’t know.” I said as I just to ponder. I couldn’t think of a simple one. Lacy took the time to finish snapping the buttons of the onesie as she started to dress me a pair of jean overalls that had snaps in the bottom and small straps that went over my shoulder. Lacy then dressed me in a pair of mickey mouse sandals with velcro straps. “Now let’s get you down stairs.” Lacy said as she picked me up and carried me down the hallway. “How is she carrying me with ease.” I thought to myself as this short-framed girl was carrying me with ease. But then it hit me, I’m not in the real world. I was still thinking about the question she asked me and what was happening to me. We then walked past a bathroom and I caught a glimpse of myself. I couldn’t believe what I looked like. I looked like an oversized toddler with a big puffy bottom. Lacy finally carried me down to the back entrance and she sat me in an oversized blue stroller and strapped me with a waist strap. I sat up and tried to get out but I couldn’t, I tried to reach for the clip but it didn’t budge. “Lacy, where are we going.” I asked as I began to squirm in my seat as my diaper crinkled. “Were going to the park.” Lacy said as she grabbed a diaper bag and placed it around her shoulder and began to push me out the back yard. We headed down the driveway and made it to the sidewalk. I soon gave up struggling and decided to save my energy. ‘What are we doing there.” I asked. “Going, so the baby can play. Now be quiet or else I will put a pacifier in your mouth if you don’t.” Lacy said as she kept pushing. “But…” I said. “But nothing…now say yes mam and shut it.” Lacy said. “Lacy…please.” I tried to speak. “Baby Bake…” Lacy raised her voice. “Yes…Yes mam.” I said as I put my head down and kept my mouth shut. ‘Now good.” Lacy said as she kept walking. We finally made it to the park within fifteen minutes, luckily, we didn’t pass anybody but that was about to change. We finally made it to the park but to my horror, there were other women over there with young babies and toddlers playing on the playground. There were about five or so moms as they sat on benches and were just talking. “Lacy…” I whispered softly as I tried to sink into the stroller. “Baby…were here for fun…do you want a spanking.’ Lacy threatened. “No…” I whispered with my head down as Lacy kept pushing towards the benches. “Here we go.” Lacy said as she pulled up next to one of the moms and sat the parking brake on the back wheel. “Oh my…he is so cute. How old he.” A mother asked. “He’s 19 years old but acts like a 20-month-old.” Lacy said. “Ahh…so cute…must be a little stinker” The mother said back. My mind was just blown, it didn’t faze them that a young adult was dressed like a toddler while strapped in a stroller. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it. He’s been a problem all morning. Caught him without his clothes on and then made a mess in the kitchen and then had a fuss while I changed him. Hopefully some playtime will help put him to down for a nap.” Lacy said as she smiles and sat the diaper bag down. I just blushed and held my tongue still, knowing I couldn’t say anything back. “Well go let him play and we can have mom talk.” The mother said. Lacy just nodded and came around to the front of the stroller and unstrapped the waist strap. She picked me up and sat me on the playground. “Now Blake, you go play. And you play nicely with the other kids, ok. If you don’t listen then were going to have a talk with my hand and your bottom. Do you understand.” Lacy said. “Yes.” I said softly. “Yes what.” Lacy said as she came down to my eye level. “Yes mam.” I said softly as I looked down. “Good boy…now go play.” Lacy said as she turned me around and patted my thick bottom. I began to walk slowly and noticed that my diaper was so thick that I couldn’t even walk right. I had to toddle with my legs like a duck as I made my way to the other kids. My mind was racing of what was going to happen next as the crinkle of the diaper followed every step I took. I finally made it to the slide and stopped dead in my tracks. I lowered myself over with my hands and tried to reach the snaps under legs but couldn’t even get a good grip. I tried and kept pulling at them but nothing happened. My heart began to beat faster as I knew I was going to be stuck like this for a while until this horrible thing was over. “Great. What know.” I said as I stood there, looking at the other kids were playing. I finally got enough courage to go over there and waddled quietly. ‘Who are you.” A small boy said. ‘My name is Blake…” I said. “Are you a baby.” He asked. “No…I’m an adult.” I said back. “Well then why is your underwear so thick.” He said as he felt the padding on the back side. “Well it’s because I need the extra protection for the day…that’s all.” I said. “I don’t think so…I think you’re a big baby and you’re wearing a diaper.” The little boy said. “No…. can I just p-way with you.” I said as I bit my tongue. “Did I just say the word like p-way instead of play” I thought to myself. “OK…you can play with us. But your it first.” The little boy said as he tagged me with his hand and ran away with the other kids. ‘Wait…I’m what.” I said as I got excited for some reason and began to toddle after them. “No, you’re going to be it.” I said as I began to chase them down but for some reason I couldn’t keep up. After few minutes of playing I finally tagged a little girl and began to run away. I continued to play for almost a half hour until I began to get tired. I finally just sat on the ground and tried my best to catch my breath. ‘Ah…are we done...already.” The little boy said as he walked over to me. “Yeah…I’m tired…. i just need a moment.” I said as I continued to huff and puff. “Oh, that’s fine. How about we play on the slide.” The little boy said. “That’s sounds like fun.” I said as I got up and began to climb to the top of the playground and got to the slide. I looked down and saw that for some reason this height was high. “I don’t know about this.” I said as I began to back away. “No, it’s not, are you scared your big baby.” The little boy said. “No…just not use to it.” I said. “Then go down.” The little boy said. I stood up and looked at the slide as it seemed to get bigger, my vision began to get blurry. “Well go…” The little girl said as the group of little kids began to chant the word, “Big Baby” near the bottom of the slide. “I can’t…I just can’t.” I said softly to myself. That’s when the little boy pushed me down the slide and went head first on my belly down. “Ahh.” I screamed as I went down and in a matter of moments landed with a thud. “Oh…” I said as I moaned in pain as tears filled in my eyes. The group of kids began to laugh at me as I curled up in pain. “Baby went boom…” The little boy said as he came down the slide and stood over on top of me. ‘I think the little baby might wet himself.” The little boy said. “No..i wont…I’m just in pain…. I’m not going to wet.” I mumbled as I looked around as I tried to stand up but my body for some reason wouldn’t respond. I had no choice but to start crawling still in pain. “No…no little baby…you’re not going anywhere…your about to wet.” The little boy said as quickly rolled me over to my back and grabbed me by wrist and held me tightly, while the little girl held my legs still. “No…what are you doing.” I said as I began to squirm but the for some reason the kids held me tight. “Were going to help you wet.” The little boy said. “No…I won’t…I don’t need to. I’m not a baby.” I yelled as I squirmed. “You will, when I say the phrase, “Baby let go”.” The little boy said. “No, I won’t.” I whined. “Yes…you will….at the snap of my fingers, when I say the phase, “Baby let go.” You will wet your diaper.” The little boy said as he let go of my hand quickly and snapped his finger. Nothing seemed too happen at first but then the little girl said the phrase. ‘Baby let go.” The little girl said as she giggled as she held my feet. I soon felt my bladder let go and began to wet my diaper. “No…I can’t…how.” I began to whine as the diaper just swallowed up all my piss. “See…I told you he was a baby…” The little boy said as he laughed and the group of kids began to life with him. I just closed my eyes and started to sob. I turned beat red as I felt a cold a wave of shame come over me. “I think one more time. Baby let go.” The little boy said as he laughed. I tried to squirm but they were still holding me down. I soon felt my bladder fill up again and soon found myself quickly wetting my diaper. I finally broke down and began to cry. After a few moments, I finally heard Lacy come over to the group of kids. “Hey…what’s going on.” Lacy said as she quickly walked over to the group of kids. She looked down and saw what was happening to me and saw my tears. ‘Hey, get out of here and let him go before I get your mothers over here.” Lacy said. With that all the kids quickly let me go and ran away back to the playground. Lacy bent down and easily picked me up and placed me on her hip. “Now what’s wrong.” Lacy said as she began to rub my back. “They picked on me.” I said as I began to wipe the tears from my eyes. “Ahh…” Lacy said as she began to feel the front of my diaper and gave it a good squeeze. “Oh…did you wet your diapy...” Lacy said as she kept rubbing softly. “No…I didn’t mean to…they made me do it.” I whined. “Don’t worry we will take care of that.” Lacy said as she carried me to the stroller and grabbed the diaper bag. “Ahh…someone is cranky…. Sound like someone needs a nap.” The mother on the bench said. “No, he needs just needs a change…” Lacy said as she reached under and got a blanket out from underneath the stroller. I just blushed and placed me head into her shoulder and tried my best to get my tears dry. Lacy carried me over to a nearby women’s restroom and laid the blanket out on the floor. “No, you’re going to change me here on the floor. What if someone comes in.” I began to whine as I looked around and found that the restroom was empty. “It’s ok, no one will know.” Lacy said as she laid down on the blanket. “No…you can’t…” I said as I tried to move on the blanket but I couldn’t move a muscle for some reason. “Why can’t I move.” I said. “Well it’s just the way it is.” Lacy said as she began to undo the snaps of my overalls and pulled them onto my chest. Then she started to work on the onesie unsnapped it and pulled that up with the rest of the clothes, releveling my wet diaper. ‘No…. don’t change me.” I began to whine. “It’s ok baby it will be over in a matter of moments.” Lacy said as she pulled out pack of wipes and a baby diaper. She began to untape my diaper and lifted my legs up and pulled it out. She rolled it up and placed it to the side. She then took a baby wipe and began to easily wipe me on my bottom and privates. “See…now your all clean…” Lacy said as she began to giggle and rub my tummy with her soft hands. “No…Lacy…look your right…I wasn’t the best boyfriend…I was just…. I was just.” I said as I began to have tears in my eyes. “Just go ahead and say it.” Lacy whispered. ‘I was just a selfish baby. I was Baby Blake.” I said as I began to whimper a little bit. “See…it wasn’t that bad was it. I think were almost done here…how about a going away present.” Lacy said as she rubbed baby lotion on my lower half. “Lacy…what are you doing.” I said as I looked down. “It’s ok baby…. it’s all part of the plan.” Lacy said as she began to rub my flag pole down below. “Lacy…. (Oh)…Please…you don’t have to…. this isn’t right…this shouldn’t be happening.” I moaned. “Just let it happen….do as your told…” Lacy said as she continued. My flag pole was a full mast right now, as she continued to go up and down. I was already in a state of ecstasy as Lacy continued her handy work, I was soon about to lose it. ‘Lacy…I’m about to…. finish if you don’t stop…. please don’t do this…. (Ah) I didn’t…expect this to happen…. like this…” I moaned. ‘Just…Just let it happen…. you are my baby…. will always be my baby… Baby Let Go.” Lacy said as whispered in my ear and continued her work. My body tried to arch and go with motion but the blanket held me still as the pleasure kept coming. “Lacy….no…” I moaned aloud as I finally shot my load over my chest, I squirted about three big loads until it returned to a dripple as my flag pole went limp. “See it was good wasn’t it.” Lacy said as she began to rub my thigh. “It’s so wrong…. I can’t believe…. you did that.” I said as I started to lose the ecstasy feeling. “Well its better than touching yourself five times a week.” Lacy said as she began to grab something from the diaper bag. “How…how did you…know that…how much does this company know.” I said. “We know a lot.” Lacy said as placed something in my mouth. “Mphmm….” I said as I began to moan as I sucked on whatever it was. “This is your new favorite pacifier….it will help you go to sleep.” Lacy said as she ruffled my hair. “Mphmmm…Mphmmm…” I moaned as I felt my eyes get heavier. “Don’t worry…when you wake up…. the next one will begin shortly after…just remember, just go with it and it will be over fast.” Lacy said as I soon fell asleep. Darkness soon found itself over me as my body fell limp again. I found myself coming back to my senses as I opened my eyes. I felt that the googles and helmet were removed from my head. I looked around and noticed I was back in the original nursery and still in the chair. I began to move and found that I was still strapped tightly but something was off. I wiggled my butt and found that my diaper was wet and somewhat sticky in the front from Lacy’s treat. “So, whatever happens in there happens in here…so Sara was telling the truth I thought.” I thought as I looked down and could tell my diaper was faded yellow in the front and it was beginning to sag from the previous wettings. “Sara…hello…. I’m awake.” I said. “Ahh…your awake. Did you enjoy it.” Sara asked. “No…I didn’t…” I yelled. “Well Toddle 469 is not meant to torture but to help mold you into what we want you to become.” Sara said. “No…. that’s not right. Having a virtual world of your ex masturbate you and your forced to piss in a diaper doesn’t sound right…this place is messed up. ” I yelled. “Baby Let Go.” Sara said softly. I soon found my bladder filling up on it on and soon began to piss my diaper. I couldn’t stop it as the piss kept flowing. I looked down as I finished peeing, the diaper had started to leak onto the chair. “My my…looks like someone is going on the right path.” Sara said as she giggled. “No…this can’t be happening.” I said as I moaned and put my head down not knowing what to expect next. “Now are you ready for the next round.” Sara asked. “Do you want a diaper change…” Sara said. I didn’t answer, I just kept my head down in shame. “Ahh…what’s wrong. I can make anything happen for you. Why are you being so quiet.” Sara asked as a hand came down and began to rub my head softly. “I…just don’t understand how…. how can you...” I said as I bit my lip and looked up. “How can I what…” Sara asked as the hand stopped rubbing and lifted my chin up. “I can’t say…” I said softly. “You can ask me anything…” Sara asked softly. “How…How are you…. how can you like a mother figure and care for me when I’m in here…being tortured? I’m being treated like a toddler in prison. And besides…how are you…. you’re not even human…. you’re just a computer and you don’t even have a face, just a voice…. are you even real.” I said softly.” I said softly. “Well…. I’ve always loved the young people who have come in here. All one hundred and thirty-five of them and even you. As stated as before you are not being tortured, we are molding you into what we need you to be…and fixing you.” Sara said. ‘How are you fixing me…there’s nothing to fix…. this is all because I needed money and signed a contract that I can’t get out of…” I yelled back at Sara. “Do not raise your voice at me…. you chose to come here…not me…. you came here on your own free will.” Sara said. “Yes…. your right…but how can you let this happen to me or the other one hundred thirty-five people before me.” I said as I lowered my voice. “Well at least you admitted that I was right, for once. You seem to be accepting of this at least to a certain degree. I had no choice, the program is different for every person. When you sign, they look up each one from phone record, to social media, to email and social…this is part of the project…legally they are allowed…. you signed….to be….to be the test subject.’ Sara said in a softer tone. “How…how can they go through my private life…make me piss and shit myself and then force me to jizz all over myself. Hours in a dirty diaper and baby stuff…so where testing for this company…. what was it again….” I said in a sarcastic tone. “Baby Tech Industries and watch your mouth little one…even if your mad.” Sara said. “Look…sorry. I just can’t believe that this company is getting away with this…how can they legally do this…how can they video and audio record and keep records of it…where not even testing stuff…how is this considered Baby Tech…I mean I get the oversized baby stuff and changing and feed stuff…but what is this company about…. how big is it…and what about Ms. Jones what is she exactly…?” I said. “Well the company itself has been around for a while…. the name has not…. Do you remember the testing scandal inside the jail?” Sara asked. “Yeah…they were charged with inhumane practices…they were all charged….didn’t they all get charged. And what were they charged for.” I asked. “Well they were testing for behavior reform for inmates. They took them willingly and unwillingly. From people who murdered to people with assault charges to even people of drug and sex crimes. The whole plan was to create a safe plan for them to help them get back into society faster, no matter what it took. It had private and government backing but it was kept low key from the public. They had a lot of success and not too many relapses but word got out and investigation took place. Everyone was charged and the program shut down. All but one person….” Sara said. “Who….” I asked. “Ms. Jones…she had money…she had politicians and the private sector backing here, she bought her way out of the court case. They wanted her to continue this program, the investors knew this could be a big business and help them privatize it, making them billions. So, they helped founded a new company called Baby Tech Industries. Under this name, you have a few baby items and some robotic arms as a disguise. Let the real damage be done under cover. And then have your test subjects sign a paper that anything can happen to them and everything that happens here is kept secret but also data is collected.” Sara said. “What kind of data.” I asked. “New mental regression techniques they couldn’t do in the jail cell. Your military is famous for it. Locking people in isolation to get information from them and water boarding. Well, here its legal but disguised as helping the future for raising babies. The results of the test are collected and stored in the main computer data base. Every result and action is kept and studied by doctors and scientist. They only need fourteen more subjects to his one hundred and fifty, once they do they can actually start testing.” Sara said softly. “That’s messed up…why do they need all this data…and what real testing.” I asked. ‘They can start testing on real people Blake without their consent…they will take real messed up people and place them through this willing or forcefully. And it will all be backed by scientific data and it will all be legal in this country backed by the private sector and politicians. Then once they start seeing results, which it will, it will be just like any business in here…. they will do it for the money. People will be considered cash crops for the billionaires.” Sara said. “Sara…we…we have to stop them…” I said as a tear formed in my eye. ‘We can’t stop them. Many have tried and none have succeeded. They make you disappear and your never heard from again, people have come back and never been the same mentally or physically, or they will black mail you and post everything on your social media. Best thing to do is to please go along with it and not fight. Just save yourself Baby Blake.” Sara said as two hands came down and hugged me. “No…Sara…I have to save the next people…I mean…I can…I know I can…you have to help me. Just help me…we can do this together…even if you’re not real….” I said softly as I began to cry. “Blake…. don’t be a hero. I won’t let you. Look about me…I’m just…. some computer program, to a certain degree…. I already lost one of my own to this place…I won’t lose another one.” Sara said. “Wait…who did you lose. Are you…are you real… you said you cared for me like a mother…let me help you.” I begged as I began to squirm. “Enough…I don’t have to be subjected to questions from you…activating ACB 312 program.” Sara said as the previous came from near my head and another one came down from the ceiling began to place the helmet and goggles back on me. “Look…Sara…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to offend you. We must work together to bring this down. I’ll help reverse what they did to the one you loved and help rescue you.” I said as I begged and squirmed with tears pouring down my face. The arms easily strapped the helmet and googles back on with ease, even with my squirming. “Blake…you can’t save anything…just save yourself.” Sara said softly. “Sara…listen…you have to….um I need my diaper changed…I need a bottle…I need my nap…I learned my lesson…I need correction…. Sara…I need you….” I yelled. “Does not compute…See you when you come out…maybe you can see after this…maybe” Sara said. “Wait…no.” I said as a bright light came over in the goggles and my body went limp. I don’t know how long I was out for but I started to come around. “Oh god…where am I.” I said as I started to open my eyes. I looked around I was sitting in a chair at a table near a concession stand. I could smell the food nearby me and saw people nearby. I must have been at circus or carnival or something. “What am I here for.” I said as I stood up and looked down. I was wearing some familiar clothes. I was wearing a red button-down shirt, along with some black jeans and brown cowboy boots. I quickly took my hands and felt down on my pants and could not feel no padding. “Thank god.” I said as I stood there and thought for a moment why am I here. Then it hit me, I wore these clothes on my birthday when I turned eighteen. This is the night I got wasted and ruined my life. “Fuck…” I mumbled to myself as I began to walk around the place, then I knew I was at the county fair. “Great…Sara…. are you here.” I said aloud but all I got were weird looks at me from people but I just ignored them. I couldn’t believe all these sights and sounds, it reminded me of the horrible night almost two years ago. “Hey, Blake what’s up man.?” I heard a familiar voice from behind me. “Oh god no…” I said as I turned around and saw him. “Hey…. Allen what’s up.” I said as I just grinned my teeth. There he was, my best friend all my life wearing his trademark black button-down shirt and tight blue jeans and brown cowboy boots. Well up until this part at least he was my best friend. He was the same age as me, brown hair and hazel eyes. A lot taller than me, six feet even to be exact and lengthy. He wasn’t popular, he was weird but faithful but a fire cracker, always starting things. “Hey pal, I thought I would never find you. Look man, I got the moon shine in, its over near the haybales hidden if you want some.” Allen said. ‘You know man…I’m good…but I will pass.” I said. “Blake…. man…you’re my best friend. We’ve known each other since we were in diapers. And besides it’s your birthday…just have a sip.” Allen said as he punched me playfully in the arm. “You know…like I said I’ll pass…besides last year. Don’t you remember I ended up in a taco bell ditch at 6:30 am in my briefs, all covered in mud, still wasted. Remember, four loco pig chases. I kind of want to remember this night.” I said as I looked down. “Fine…I’ll ask again in about an hour when you feel like you can cut loose. Besides, you mom’s picking us up right, because I parked my car at the restaurant down the road. “Allen said. “Yeah…so even if you get a little crazy, you can just come crash at my place.” I said. “That’s cool…man let’s just go see if we can’t go play some ring toss or maybe go to the BB range.” Allen said. “Yeah let’s do that.” I said as we walked up to the ring toss booth. Allen handed the man some money and we got five rings a piece. We just took our time until we both hit three in a row on a bottle. “Wow look at that. We both got three in a row…what luck. maybe we should take a shot together.” Allen laughed. “Dude again.” I said as Allen and I got our stuffed bears and walked away. “Are you going to drink or not…I wasted and risk getting in trouble so you drink…not chicken out.” Allen said. “Allen…I think we just…look dude…I just don’t want to drink…that’s all.” I said. “Man whatever…you’re just a wimp…I’ll try you later.” Allen said as he walked away in a huff. “Allen…dude wait.” I said as he ignored me and walked away. “Great…this will be fun.” I said as I had a seat back at a table and just sat down with my bear. I just sat down and began to think about what Sara said. “Why won’t she show herself in here…can she will…or will she.” I thought to myself as I kept thinking. My thoughts just kept thinking but nothing seemed to calm my mind. I just sat there for what must have been about two hours when I heard a commotion coming from where the hay bales were. For a moment, I thought nothing of it but then I remember that Allen had his moon shine over there. I got up and walked quickly over and to my horror what caught my eyes. “Allen.” I said softly to myself. Allen was on the ground squirming on the ground in nothing but his cowboy boots and his red briefs. The group around him were just pointing and laughing. I rushed over to him and went down to his side. “Allen…are you drunk.” I whispered near him. “No…. drunk I’m not.” Allen said as he slurred his words and giggled. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and was just ashamed of him right now, but I knew I had to do the right thing. “Dude look let’s just get you out of here and we can find my mom and go back to my house.” I said as I tried to lift him up. “No…I’m not going with you…you were mean to me…you didn’t want to drink with me…so I drunk myself….and now I’m having a party. “Allen said as he just laid on the ground. ‘Dude…please…your causing a scene. Please just get up and we can get you some clothes and get out of here. By the way where are your clothes at.” I asked. “Gone…all gone.” Allen said. “Dude. Great…look just get up and walk on out.” I said as I tried to pull him up again but he just kept laying down. “Fuck…Hey anyone have a blanket or a towel I can borrow for my friend,” I asked as I looked around the crowd but they all just kept laughing and pointing at him. “Allen…dammit…why do you always do this to me…I’m not a babysitter.” I mumbled to myself. “Well were not paid to be a baby sitter….so you guys need to do something fast.” A man came up to the crowd. “Who are you.” I asked. “Well I’m security and the guy who can kick you guys out the park and have you guys arrested for illegal consumption of alcohol and underage possession.” The man said. “Well I didn’t have anything to do with it…I’m trying to get him out of here so we can leave peacefully.” I said. “Kid I don’t care…I’ll make sure you guys learn your lesson and then kick you out.” The man said. “What can you do to us…” I said. “Watch…yeah…I need some assistance near the hay bale…. two bucks need some rodeo training.” The man said as he said into his walkie. I just kept kneeling by Allen hoping he was just bluffing but I was wrong, two more big guys came over to the man. “These two…the one in his underwear is drunk but the one beside him is more than likely the culprit of all this chaos.” The man said. “Ok well take this kid right here.” The two men said as I was picked up from underneath my arm pits and carried away from the group of laughing people. “Hey, put me down…what are you doing…somebody help.” I yelled as I began to squirm but couldn’t escape their grip. The men carried me to an unmarked tent and we went inside. “What do you guys want with us.” I yelled as I was thrown onto the ground.” I said. “Were just going to make you an example.” The security officer said as he walked into the tent with Allen over his shoulders in a fire man carry and threw him right beside me. Allen just collapsed right beside me and just had a blank expression on his face. “Example for what.” I asked as I began to scoot back a bit in fear. “It’s meant for you guys to be an example…. none of will break the rules again.” The man said as he laughed. The man snapped his fingers and the two men came over to me and stood over on top of me. “Get him ready. The fun is about to begin.” The security officer said as he laughed a bit. The two men grabbed me and forcefully began to strip me until I was down to my black briefs. I tried to fight them off but I was no match for them. They threw my clothes in a trash can and took off cowboy boots and threw them away to. “This isn’t right.” I yelled a in protest. “No…but its justice…” The man said as they grabbed Allen and I and took us over to another tent. We were fire man carried over their shoulders as they carried us with ease across the grass. We entered the tent quickly and I was thrown on the ground again. Allen was placed on an oversized baby rocking horse. He was sat down and strapped on by his wrist and ankles and then placed a cowboy hat on him. Allen just sat there rocking back and forth, still in a daze, not complaining at all. “Hey, let him out of that.” I yelled as I saw him. He looked like a little cowboy with his red briefs and cowboy hat as he just laughed at himself as he rocked back and forth. “No can do…now for you.” The man said as the two men grabbed me and held me down again on the ground by my ankles and wrists. “No…let us go…. Sara help me…” I whined but it all fell to death ears. The men began to dress with a brown leather vest around my chest and began to place a fake belt toy belt with a plastic gun around my waist and clicked it tight. They pulled me up and placed me and long piece of wooden board and tied my hands above my head. “Hey…what are you doing.” I yelled but they shoved a red ball gag in mouth and strapped it tight. “There…. that might keep you quiet kid.” The main security officer said as the other two placed my feet in a spreader bar and bound my ankles to the far poles. They then lifted the bar on the pulley and pulled it up until my feet were above my waist and my bottom was left exposed. I just blushed as I laid there like a young cowboy ready to be spanked in diaper position in nothing but black briefs and a cowboy costume. “Now the fun will begin…they will pay a lot of money for this...” The main security officer said as he left with the two other guys as they walked out the tent. “Wait…so I know how the night ended but this part seems kind of fuzzy…wait…wasn’t this part were a bunch of girls gave me my birthday spankings…but that was with my pants on.” I thought to myself as I heard of group of girls coming in. I saw at least a group of five walk in, all dressed up in different slutty costumes. They all walked in and quietly stared for a moment. “Ahh…wow…so this must be the treat part” One girl said as they all laughed together. They walked up to Allen first and began to take pictures of him as they forced him to rock back and forth. He just laughed at him as they made fun of him and began to joke around as they made their way to me. “Look what we have here…. let’s read the note. Hi, my name is Bad Baby Cowboy Blake. I’ve been very bad but today is my birthday. Please make my birthday come true by giving me my eighteenth birthday licks on my bottom with the paddle provided underneath. “The girl read aloud to the rest of the group of the ladies. “So, what do you think…Blakey.” She said. “Mphmm…” I moaned behind my gag with big rounded eyes, pleading for mercy. “I think that’s a yes.” The girl said as she reached down and grabbed huge wooden paddle and brought it up. “Ok who’s first.” The girl said as she laughed and held it up. My eyes grew big as I began to tear up. I tried my best to squirm but I was bound tightly. “I will.” One girl said as she walked over and lined up perfectly with my bottom. She took the paddle and smacked hard onto my bottom. “Mphmm.” I whined as I squirmed again. “Again…” They yelled in unison. She came down harder with another smack. “MPHMMM…” I yelled into the ball gag. I was on the verge on tears. She kept going until she reached eighteen smacks. By the end of it, I was already in tears, sobbing and squirming in pain. ‘OK…Next.” The girl said as the next one came up. They all took there turns until each of them reached eighteen smacks with the paddle on my bottom. When they were done I was in tears and blubbering behind the ball gag. “Ah…Shhh.it will be alright my little baby.” The girl said as she rubbed my stomach. I just continued to cry as she kept rubbing my stomach. “Oh, my little Bad Baby Blake Cowboy…its ok…. I just need for just…Baby Let Go….” The girl said as she smiled. My mind raced as I knew what was coming next. With my blurry, wet vision, I felt my bladder fill up and I began to piss my briefs as it flooded the table and began to run off. I just closed my eyes and turned red as I knew what was coming next. “Oh my god…that is so disgusting…. Let’s get out of here…He really is a baby.” The girl said as all the girls were grossed out and began to complain out loud. They all marched out in unison with disgust in their face. I just laid on the table and began to move a bit, trying to adjust my restraints as I tried to move from my wet puddle down below. That’s when I heard another group coming. “Wait…this can’t be the group.” I thought to myself. My fears came true when a group of guys came into the tent. These were the guys that were going to take Allen with them and I would have to relive the nightmare. The group of guys came closer and came up close to Allen. “Dude is that Allen…. Guys that’s Allen…What the heck.” The guy said as they surrounded him. “Allen is that you…” The guy asked. “Yeah…I go rocky on the horse…then I get…. stuff.” Allen said still drunk as he slurred his words. “Guys we need to get him down. He seems ready to party again.” The guys said as he laughed a bit. They all agreed in unison and unstrapped Allen and helped him down. They began to carry him out of the tent by each guy grabbing underneath his arm pit and helped him walk. That’s when they passed me and I caught their eye. “Wait who is this…Let’s see…its says Baby Blake…. huh…he’s bad…” The guy said as he chuckled a bit. “Dave…come on…. we need to go…lets go…he looks like he already had fun…his legs are red and he looks like he pissed himself. Besides…Allen is the ready to party” One of the guys said. “Look you guys…go get Allen to the truck and put some clothes on him…were going to have a fun night with him. I’m going to sit back for bit…and chat with the baby.” Dave said as he laughed. “Suit yourself…he looks like a freak anyway.” The guy said as the rest of the group walked out with Allen in hand. “Mphmm.” I yelled behind my gag trying to scream for Allen but all that came out was muffled moans. “Let’s get rid of that thing…how does that sound.” Dave said as he undid my red ball gag and tossed it to the side. “Ahh…. Where…. Where are you taking him?” I said softly as I moved my mouth around a bit trying to get feeling back in my mouth, “I’m making sure he has a good time tonight…on your birthday.” Dave said. “Dave…listen…look were both eighteen and were both adults. But were going to have fun.” Dave said. “No…I know what happens…please don’t…. you guys don’t….” I said but I was interrupted by Dave. “I know were adults…and that’s why we’re making adult decisions…I’m already tipsy and most of the guys are on drugs and alcohol. We’re going out in my truck and were taking Allen. I don’t care if it’s your birthday or not…that’s not my problem but this whole thing of you being tied down in pissed soaked briefs…. looks like you were spanked already…I mean if it’s your thing that’s fine…don’t include us you freak.” Dave said as he chuckled a bit. “Dave…. look…can you untie me at least.” I asked. “I don’t think so…. I think this whole thing is over with.” Dave said as he began to walk out the tent. “Fuck…. Dave…. Allen….Fuck….Sara…..SARA…….SARA” I screamed at the top of my lungs. That’s when Dave stopped in his tracks. “Yes…” Dave said in a feminine voice and turned around. “Sara is that you…” I asked. ‘Yes, it is…. how can I help….” Sara said. “No…I’m not believing this. Prove to me that it’s you Sara.” I said. “Fine…. how.” Sara said as the body of Dave walked over closer to me. “Tell me what I’m in and what it means.” I said. “Sure. You’re in punishment phase ACB 312. It stands for Accepting Certain Boundaries, Three Chances, One choice, Two Decisions.” Sara said. “Sara…. how did…please don’t let me relive it.” I begged her. “I’m sorry, I have to…you have no choice…. you have to relieve it.” Sara said. “No…. I can’t accept it. There are no boundaries on these feelings. Three people…huh…. you know what happens…the choice…its bull crap. And the decision wasn’t mine…” I said as I looked away. “Look I’m sorry. It must happen…. Just accept it….it will all work out…Just…. Let Mommy Help…” Sara said as she leaned in for a kiss with Dave’s body and began to make out with me. She began to reach down and rubbed the front of my piss soaked up and down multiple times until my flag pole was pointing up. She stopped kissing me and stood up. I just stared at Dave for a moment. I couldn’t believe it; my mind was racing along with my hormones throughout my body. Was I attracted to Dave or to Sara, I was just lost and couldn’t think straight right then. I began to feel my bowels fill up and release contents into my briefs. I felt the hot mud come into my wet back side. I couldn’t believe it, I was now bound on a table with piss and shit filled briefs and dressed as a cowboy, with a huge erection sticking out. “Sara…what did you do.” I said in frustration as I moved a bit around. “Nothing…. just to help you later…. now just focus on what’s about to happen.” Sara said. “Sara, I can’t…you just got me horny and I just shit myself.” I said. “Now…accept it…trust me…” Sara said as she began to walk back a bit and soon began to leave the tent. ‘Sara if you leave…then…. I…. I…” I said as I tried to find the words but my mind drew a blank. I didn’t want to go through what was coming to me. “I’m sorry Blake….it has to happen…it’s for you to grow….to mold you…know that I love you.” Sara said as she left the tent. Within a few moments I heard the commotion starting up. I heard a loud crash outside the tent and people screaming. That’s when I saw the main security guard come in with two police officers. “That’s him….” The guard said as he came over with the two police officers come over to me and began to untie me and helped me down off the table. “Kid. What happened to you.” The one officer said. “Long story…it’s my birthday.” I said as I blushed and looked down at the floor and tried my best to cover myself. “And I can tell…you’re a little happy too….and kid you smell like shit…” The other officer said as he giggled a bit. I just kept my head down low and blushed in shame. “Kid…do you know what you just caused…” The guard asked. “No…I don’t.” I said. “Kid…three people just lost their life…. others are injured.” The guard yelled. “Let me handle it.” The officer said as he came over closer to me. “Son…. a truck just headed out of here about five minutes ago. Officers smelt alcohol within a group of kids. The officer approached to ask a question, but then the group ran off and our officer lost them and called for backup. Not even a minute looking for them, a truck came barreling out of the parking lot and jumped the curb and had a collision with a tow truck coming down the main road. The tow truck was going forty-five miles per hour, while we guess the truck was going at least fifty in the air. Three people are dead, while three more injured. The tow truck driver and two other young men your age. Two of the people that died we have names for were Allen and Dave and another one yet to be identified.” The officer said. I just went silent. My heart began still hearing those words again and my body became numb. “So, son…. did you help make the choice for them to drink and drive. Alcohol was found at the sight. One of the containers of alcohol has the name Blake on it…. care to explain that.” The officer asked. “I don’t know…” I said softly. “What do you mean you don’t know…Son three people are dead and your one of the last people to see them. Did you have anything to do with it.” The officer said. “I…. I….” I said as I began to stumble my words. “Son look at me…either you tell me or we will hold you in a jail cell until the court date. Since this is man slaughter charges. I think you will be there without bond until the court date. I know they would love something small like you jail. They will tear you up…. they would make you their bitch…Now…for the last time…did you have anything in the death of any of the people I named off.” The officer yelled. “I….I didn’t do anything with them….Allen died…He’s dead because I didn’t stop that night…I had three chances….” I said as I began to tear up. “I…. I made my decision that night…I had two choices. Let him leave with them drunk with them with a drunk group of guys or stand up and stop them and not let him happen…but I chose wrong…” I said as I fell to my knees as I began to cry more heavily. “So, you did do it huh kid.” The officer said as he got closer. “And the choice that was made that night….was death….death…all because…I acted….I acted…” I said as I fell onto my stomach and began to sob uncontrollably. “Acted like a selfish baby…” The officer said as he got behind me and began to handcuff my hands behind my back and lifted me with ease onto my feet. “Yeah I could tell to….I mean he’s covered in piss and shit…can’t even hold it in.” The other officer said as they began to push me outside the tent. When I walked outside the tent I saw a group of people began to take pictures at me and began to yell at me in anger about what had happen. ‘That’s the one who let it happen. Stupid shitting baby.” One yelled. “Another selfish act in the works. A good time for a few hours for blood stain of a life time.” Another one yelled. “I hope he gets life in prison or maybe even the death penalty. All those lives…. his life will at least way out all the pain he has and will cause.” The last one said. I just kept my head down as they walked me to the cruiser. That’s when my eye caught the wreck. I saw the truck was flipped upside down covered in blood. The tow truck with a huge dent in the passenger side in the ditch. A half a dozen of ambulances in the area, multiple police officers and the body bags off to the side. They opened the door and sat me in the back of the police cruiser and shut the door. “I killed him….I didn’t mean….to…..Allen….I’m sorry…I’m I acted like I baby…” I said as my eyes got heavier and I fell sideways onto the seat and everything went black. ~*~

“Has anyone given you a placement test yet?” Nerissa asked as she led the girl past the receiving desk. "Oh, um... no. I didn't know there was one?" Shannon said. She felt horribly dwarfed around the woman, especially with her this close. Shannon had been on earth until a few days ago, and she wasn’t sure if she still was on earth. Everything around her looked and seemed the same in terms of scenery, technology, language and human beings… BUT there was a glaring amount of cultural differences, mostly centered around people who were tall, the Amazons, and people who were not, like her - the littles. Shannon was 5 foot 6 inches tall a few days ago, and since coming ‘here’ she’d either shrunk or found out that her height was far down the low scale as whatever height she was now, Nerissa was 4 feet taller than her. There were lots of Amazons around, and more so then there were people her height. "No worries hun, just a mix up then. Come along with me and we'll get this all straightened out." It was Shannon’s first visit to the ‘wanderer home’. It was something she’d heard of that helped lost people who didn’t seem to be from this world. One scary thing she’d found since arriving was that the other’s her size seemed to blur the lines between children and adults. Leading the smaller girl into one of the back rooms of the group home, Nerissa indicated where some of the guest rooms were, as well as the bathroom and the kitchen, and finally, the classroom. There was a certain amount of acclimation that new arrivals to this world would need to do. The only problem was that the classroom was not encouraging. There were colorful desks arranged in lines, posters with educational values on the wall… and oddly, at the front of the class was a plastic child's potty, and to its side, a wooden stand with bottle. Shannon looked a bit confused, but otherwise remained silent--wanting to make a good impression. She’s spent the night before sleeping on a park bench. She didn’t want to mess this up. "...So um, do I just take a seat at one of the desks?" Nerissa shook her head no, having the girl stand at the front for a moment. She leaned against one of the desks and crossed her arms. "We came up with this test back when the wanderer home got popular. It’s a home for visitors, and not residents. Does that make sense?” “Um.. I guess, you mean it’s a place for those who aren’t native?” “Exactly, and I’m not sure if you’ve seen the boys and girls who look about your height, but there’s a lot of them who have a problem growing up.” Shannon gulped and nodded. She’d seen one or two at the park. They looked like big toddlers with their much taller parents treating them as such. “I’ve seen them, and I’m not like that.” Nerissa nodded. “Good, but that’s what the test will determine. In the past we’ve had a few runaways try to stay here and pretend they were from somewhere else. This test will help determine one very important factor.” “What’s that?” “Are you a big girl?" “Umm… do you mean like, physically or maturity? Because I’m not really as tall as you .. er.. obviously, but I’m an adult. I mean, I’m nearly 23, which is adult for where I’m from.” Nerissa nodded at the girl. “Allow me to rephrase, I forget to explain things to new girls at times. Are you a big girl, as in, are you potty trained?” That made Shannon blink. "Y-Yeah! I have been for years?" Shannon said, looking a little confused at what was a silly question to even bother asking. It made her think about the young adults she’d seen dressed strangely in the park. Were they potty trained? She got a little more nervous as being at the front of the room was... even though it was empty, it was stressful. Nerissa just grinned. Littles were so wonderfully naïve. "Good, now if you would be so kind, follow me over here, we're going to have a retention test to determine your maturity," Nerissa said motioning toward the wooden stand. Shannon nods. "...um, retention test...?" regardless, the girl followed, looking the stand over. It’d been in the room the whole time, but she just didn’t really know what it was for. "Mhmm... this stand right here is a piece of medical equipment. It's designed too... clean... things. In a moment we're going to hook it up to you and it’s going to feel like you need to go to the bathroom. The test of a big girl is going to be showing me that you can hold it. Can you wait 10 whole minutes without having an accident? It should be very easy for any BIG girl." "...um..." That one took her a few seconds to decide on. "...Yeah, sounds easy!" She didn't sound so sure, now, but she did want to prove that she wasn’t a big girl. "Good, let’s get the test started then," she said, going to the stand and starting to prep it a little bit. She took the bottle off the top, filling it with a solution from a sink in the corner. "I'll need you to pull down your panties, and please lift up the back of your skirt a little." Shannon hesitated for a few seconds. "W..why?” she asked. “Because this is how you prove you’re a big girl. Do I have to help you do it?” the woman said a little impatiently. “No, I can do it." She said a bit nervously. It felt kind of like a parent was talking to her as she slid the panties around her ankles, setting her skirt up a little. She looked around the classroom. It was empty and the wanderer home was mostly quiet. Still it was embarrassing to be in a classroom like this with her butt on display. "This is going to feel a little odd hun, just relax and it we'll start the test shortly," Nerissa said as she replaced the bottle on top of the stand and took out a long hose connecting to it. At the end of the hose was a bulb. “Do you know what an enema is?” Shannon gulped. She had a general idea. She knew you took water up…inside… you. “Is this the only way? I mean, is there some other test?” “You’ll be fine hun. This is a common medical procedure.” Nerissa just put a calming hand on Shannon's shoulder before starting to tease the tip of the hose in between her cheeks to poke at her pucker. Shannon tensed up her shoulders. Instinctively, at first, her body seemed to reject the intruder, tensing up to try to disallow it. "It’s… uncomfortable... w--wouldn't it be easier to just wait until I need to go...?" Nerissa shook her head. "I couldn't be sure you were telling the truth in that case. This way, I know for sure you'll need to go potty and we can properly assess you, " she said pressing a little more firmly until the bulb started to press in. "There, it’s in hun. Now as I said, this will feel a little weird. I've got a full bottle. And it’s just warm water. Relax and we'll be ready for the test in under two minutes," she said as she slowly opened the valve, and a rush of warm water went down the hose. Shannon tensed up as the water rushed in. The feeling was unlike anything she’d ever felt. While the amazon had told her it was a medical procedure, and she’d heard it was before coming her, this was the last thing she’d thought she’d be doing today, and if it wasn’t for lack of place to stay, she would never have allowed this. "How much more...?" she asked with a groan. Shannon was starting to feel very full. Nerissa tapped the bottle as it emptied the last of the way out. "That.... should just about do it," she said. She put her hand back on the girl's shoulder and started to gently remove the hose. "Now the test begins as soon as you have your panties back up and you take a seat on that plastic potty. Ten minutes, and if you're panties are still completely clean we pronounce you a big girl and you get to stay upstairs on the top floor." Shannon nodded, rushing to get her panties up--stopping halfway down, however, hugging at her belly. She went a bit slower, trying not to strain herself, hobbling over to the potty. Taking her seat, her eyes shot to the clock. Determined as she was, part of her KNEW she couldn't make all ten minutes. She’d never felt such an intense need to go before. Nerissa pulled a pocket watch out and started the timer with a click. "All right, 10 minutes hun. Show me you're a big girl," she said as she took a seat on one of the smaller sized desks. After a minute or two, Shannon reached down and latched her hands on the potty, tensing up. She let out a small, distressed whine. "H--how many people pass this?" Nerissa smiled and artfully redirected the question. "All BIG GIRLS have passed it," she said honestly. "Only babies fail it." Shannon nodded, trying to use the sentence as motivation, but it didn’t take long though. After another minute, and not long before the halfway mark, Shannon let something slip--just a tiny bit of water. It dripped noisily into the potty. Nerissa stopped looking at her watch when she heard it. "Hun... did you just do what I think you did?" she asked, a slight smile curling at the side of her mouth. "Speak up, tell me what just happened?" “I…” Trying with everything she could, the dripping only got louder as more leaked out. “I’m trying… I just…” All of a sudden it was everything at once. At first it was just water, soaking through her panties and going into the potty, but then it was much more then water as everything in her piled up in her panties. Shannon sat with one of her arms curled around her stomach, and another around her mouth, stifling a small gasped "Noooooo." “Shannon?” Nerissa persisted, but it was obvious what had just happened. Shannon whimpered out a small "I couldn’t..." squirming on the seat. "Ew, ew, ew..." "You failed,” Nerissa sighed. “And you know what that tells me? Do you know what type of people can't even pass a simple test?" she asked as she walked toward a shelf at the side of the room, getting some wipes. Shannon hung her head. "b--but I haven't had an accident in years! And I’ve never had an enema before!" Nerissa came back with a box of wipes, taking the little by the shoulder and having her put her hands out on the ground in front of her, positioning her at a crouch over the potty. Her ruined pantied bottom pointed out. The amazon pulled down the panties and started trying to clean her up with wipes. "Haven't had an accident in years until you took the placement test? Are you saying you intentionally failed then? You wanted to prove to me you’re nothing but a baby?" "N--no, it was an accident! This is a crazy test! You have to believe me!" Shannon said, put off guard by the treatment. She whimpered at being cleaned. "Well... if you swear it was a onetime thing, I'll make a deal with you. Because you had an accident in our classroom, and failed your placement test, I'm going to put you back in diapers. You're certainly not going to be the only little around here in diapers. From now on though, when you have to go to the bathroom, I want you to come find me or any of the other adults here and we'll help you get out of the diaper to go potty... We'll keep that up for a week. That should be enough proof I think... but if I find out you have more accidents. Well, you may find yourself in diapers quite a bit longer." Shannon didn't need diapers, but what argument could she make in a new place. Especially dirty panties around her ankles... "Alright..." Nerissa finished cleaning the little in the somewhat compromising position, leaving the wipes and the ruined panties in the plastic potty on the floor. She took Shannon by the hand and led her toward the changing table at the back of the room. "Consider yourself on probation hun. I know this is a new place, and I know you’re nervous, but don't think you can get away with more than a few accidents before everyone here will know just what you are," she says stopping short of the table. She gave the padded surface a pat. "I--Well, good! That was the last one!" Any attempts of hers to seem confident were complete failures; she was just whining now. She crawled up, laying out on the padding. "...Um! Since I'm just on probation, can it be a thin one?" "Sure hun, just remember, prove to me it was a onetime only accident," Nerissa said, bringing out the thinner diaper. It was a disposable, the same kind you could get at convenience stores. She got a bottle of powder to go with it. Without warning, she took the girl by the ankles like she really wasn't anything more than a baby and pulled her bottom up off the table, sliding the unfolded diaper under her before setting her back down and starting to powder her. Shannon fidgeted a bit, not used to the sensations. "Well, yeah! Just--long 's you don't give me another enema I *know* I'll be okay! I'm not a baby..." "Of course not hun, and this diaper is just to keep you protected in case that test wasn't a fluke," she said as she finished taping it up. She gave the now diapered little a pat on the front of her diaper before helping her off the table. She tried to hold back a giggle, as the girl's skirt didn't seem to come down far enough to hide what she was wearing. This was how all littles needed to be really. Diapered toddlers. "Remember, tell an adult when you need to go potty. Okay?" "Why can't I just take it off myself?" Shannon whined, taking her first few steps in the diaper. Each one had an awkward waddle to it as her legs were pushed apart. "I need a dress or something to cover this, too..." she continued to march around the room, trying to get used to the rustly plastic. It never quite worked though--every step was as infantile as the last. "You need an adult so that they can make sure that your diaper's clean. I'm sorry to say that after failing that test you need to earn our trust," she said, covering her mouth with her hand to hide the bemused expression on her face as she watched the girl toddle about the room. She had no doubt, with a little help from a special teacher like herself, she'd get this girl to need diapers for a rather long time. "...Alright! No problem! That's just a few seconds extra--and I'm not a baby so I can wait it!" She was clearly determined to prove herself. Shannon was about the most plucky wanderer that Nerissa had ever seen. Usually girls screamed their heads off. Stopping after a waddled lap around the room, Shannon poked at her diaper. "...this is a *thin* one...? What are the thick ones like?" "Hopefully you'll never need to find out. Those are for heavy night time bedwetters and littles who are such babies that there's really no hope in potty training them," she said. Shannon gulped. --------- "Hi hun, do you need to potty?" Shannon jumped, spinning around. "Um--yeah, I was planning on heading back to the home in a bit! But since you're here, um, yeah I need to go!" Nerissa lifted up the back of Shannon's skirt, checking her just like a toddler. "Let me check your pants hun, and then we'll head to the potty." "But..." Shannon rolled her eyes. She was bone dry. But this sort of thing had happened a few times since she started staying at the home. Heck, it was just about standard for the world at large and people her size. The Amazon smiled and gave Shannon's crinkle bottom a pat. "C'mon then, let’s get the big girl to the potty," she said taking Shannon's hand and leading her back toward town, waddling and stumbling a little at the taller womans longer gate. It was almost too easy as Nerissa took a particular path back toward town, making sure to bring the two of them just past an area of construction. It was almost Halloween and a local haunted house liked to set up every year in a storefront. They’d barely rounded the corner before an Amazon in a monster suit made a silly ‘RAWR’ jumping at the two of them. Nine feet of monster when you’re just over five is terrifying. The little stumbled back and fell on her padded bottom, promptly soaking her diaper. After the initial shock, and hearing Nerissa chastise the costumed monster, Shannon tugged her skirt down, her heart pounding. “Its not Halloween yet! You shouldn’t be doing that!” the Amazon teased the performer. She got a flyer in response before looking back in surprise at Shannon. “Oh, you okay hun?” she asked bending down and offering a hand to help her up. She nodded. Shannon just had to make it back and rush to the bathroom... and Narissa would never even know. Standing up, she put on the most confident face she could muster with a soaked diaper around her waist. “Well we’re almost back, come on hun,” Narissa said turning back around and already able to see the yellow tinge under the girl's skirt. She didn't say anything, instead offering her hand. "You're safe, it was just a guy in a costume, c'mon the home's not far now," she said leading Shannon back by the hand once more. As she got on the same street, there were a few giggles from the other Amazons as they spied a little in diapers. Given her ‘adult’ clothing it was still obvious she was ‘new’ to the area. Shannon was bright red long before they got back to home. At some of the giggles she realized what the problem could be and when the Amazon was turned, she hastilly tried to tug up the diaper, and push her skirt down. Anything to avoid detection for the few seconds she might need! Nerissa led Shannon into home and went back toward the classroom, stopping before the pink plastic potty. "All right hun, do you need some help getting the diaper off?" she asked, looking quite ready to lean down and help the little get seated to do her business. Like this was some second test or something. Shannon shook her head, pushing the skirt down a little. "Why are we here? Why can’t I just go to the regular bathroom? It’s not that big of a deal. " She was obviously hiding something. "...u--um, would it be okay if you left for a moment? I don't know if I can do it with you watching..." "Hun... are you trying to hide something?" Narissa asked at the very obvious way the girl was pulling down her skirt. "I know you’re a big girl and of course you wouldn't have any accidents, but you do seem to be acting a little strange." Shannon shook her head. "You already checked me once! Nuh uh!" Nerissa leaned down and swept Shannon's hands away, pulling up the front of her skirt almost to her chest, and leaving the girl looking rather foolish as she stood there in an obvious soaked diaper. Nerissa let out a 'tsk' and shook her head, obviously looking very disappointed in Shannon. "Why did you have to tell a fib Shannon?" "W-well--I dunno! It was--I had it up until that stupid monster at the end! And--I'm not a baby, I don't wanna go back to diapers!" She let out a small whine, stomping one foot down. Reaching down, Nerissa gave the front of Shannon's diapers a few pats, making sure she could feel that she was indeed in a diaper, and that it was wet. "Aww hun, so you were scared? That's all it was? I believe you, besides, you said you've never had an accident... aside from just now and earlier at your test," she said, ticking the two incidents off on her fingers. She undid the tapes on the girl's diaper and removed it, leaving her wet lower half exposed as she gently put a hand on the girl's shoulder and had her sit down on the child's potty. "Go ahead and see if you still need to go, we'll get you back securely into a diaper after." Shannon nodded, trying to go... but she had nothing. "...this--um, this won't count against me, right? Since it was just a fear-thing... which hasn't happened in years either by the way!" "We'll use a three strikes rule to make it fair... does that work? I know you said it'd never happen, and sometimes we do just get scared, but there's only so much I can believe... so that's strike one hun. If I find or hear about you wetting two more diapers... then I'm going to extend this whole thing another week. That's another week of diapers. ... If I find out you've messed in a diaper... that's going to be three strikes automatically. " Shannon bowed her head, then nodded. "Well--I definitely won't mess! Or wet! Promise..." Nerissa nodded and helped the girl up, shaking her head but not commenting on the empty training potty. She led the girl toward the back of the classroom once more, helping her up on the changing table. She got out another thin diaper and lifted the little by her ankles once more, getting a wipe and cleaning her thoroughly like the toddler she'd been acting like. She put the diaper under her next, getting out powder and liberally applying it before taping it up once more. "There, dry again," she smiled, grinning at the little who now smelled a bit like a baby. Shannon nodded, hopping off the table with a smile. At least she was out of that wet diaper... for good, she was SURE of it. She wouldn't embarrass herself again--either in front of this nice caretaker, or in front of the city full of people. "...Um do you have any drinks? All the walking made me a bit thirsty..." "You a fan of milk? I have some in my room in the back. I got it fresh this morning," she said motioning toward the office door in the corner of the room. "Yeah, I love milk!" Shannon followed, bouncing and crinkling with every step. "Um, thank you! ...sorry about all this... accident stuff..." "No trouble at all hun, that's what the class is for. And as you said, not going to happen again right? So there's nothing to worry about," she said leading the way to her office which had a small desk and two chairs. Behind her desk she had a mini-fridge where she pulled out a metal pitcher filled nearly to the brim with a rather thick milk. "Fresh, and cool," she said, reaching to a drawer on her desk and pulling out a double handled sippy cup. She poured the cool milk into it and capped it back up. "Sorry, I’m not sharing my own mug," she said pushing the cup toward Shannon. Shannon looked at the cup for a moment, frowning. There was something about this world. Childish things didn’t seem THAT bad… and hearing someone that much bigger then you tell you something, you were just inclined to listen. Shannon snatched up the cup quickly, rushing out a small "Thank you" before drinking the stuff. "...Wow, this is really good!" she giggled. It didn’t taste like any milk she’d had before. "Glad you liked it," she grinned. --------- "...So, um, what are the uh guests on the top floor like?" Shannon asked with a yawn. "Intelligent and energetic girls, most of them are littles like you," Nerissa said, smiling. The tall amazon was in the midst of the common room, a diaper bag on her shoulder, helping a few other littles who had less than perfect potty training. Shannon had been spending more and more time at the home, but as she spent time on the ground floor, she’d been curious about the upper floor and some of the girls she’d been told were there. People who had passed the test she’d failed. She’d never actually met one herself. It was already a few days since her arrival and some of the strange things in the home were starting to seem pretty casual. She’d only had one more strike since making the deal with Nerissa. It’d happened after lunch a lunch of milk and sandwiches the other day. It took her by surprise, but other than a warning of not to let it happen again, Shannon had just been changed and sent on her way. It was comforting to know she wasn’t the only little with potty problems. When Nerissa had finished attending the other little, she came over to get Shannon, scooping her up. Shannon, being tired, was content resting her head against Nerissa's arm. She even dozed off, ever-so-briefly, breathing out a light high pitched sigh for a second before snapping back to the waking world. Shannon had been given her own guest room on the ground floor and recognizing someone was in need of bedtime, Nerissa had brought her to her room. She set Shannon down just before her bed, making sure she was awake enough to know she was home. The little yawned again, but then her stomach growled angrily at her. "I missed dinner," she said sheepishly. Shannon was still allowed to wander around close to the home and she didn’t have her own money so she depended on the home for most things. Nerissa smiled and nodded. She came around to the other side of the bed and sat down, laying her back against the pillows and motioned for Shannon to come sit next to her as she reached into the diaper bag for something. Sitting next to her, and squirming over to look inside the bag, a natural curiosity overtook Shannon. Nerissa pulled out a baby bottle, one that was more sized for an Amazon baby, and was rather large for someone the size of a Little. It was filled with a heavy milk, the same actually she'd had at lunch the other day and in the sippy cup before that. She smiled and held it up, motioning warmly for Shannon to rest against her, "It'll help you relax hun, you seem stressed." "...Um... do I have to drink out of the bottle...? I'm trying to *not* be a baby! I mean, I know it'd help... but..." Nerissa tried to do her best to seem warm and comforting and like there was nothing odd about this at all. The world tended to help these girls act more appropriately to what they really were and it was hard for Shannon to object. Nerissa kindly put her hand on Shannon's shoulder, pulling her in so that the diapered Little was resting with her head on the amazon’s chest, and she softly, but firmly pressed the nipple between her lips, silencing her protests. "Just relax hun, you've had a very trying week." Shannon whimpered, but as she was in the position and her tummy was grumbling she nodded slowly, sucking on the nipple. After the first drop, there was no way the Little was going to move an inch. The milk was so delicious, so thick, and... a little sleep inducing. But of course, she made sure to finish the bottle, filling herself up with the creamy goodness. When she finally did finish, she turned her head slightly, resting against the Amazon's chest. "Thank you..." she murmured, nearly asleep from the milk. Nerissa smiled as the girl turned her head, being sure to give her back a few firm pats. She had a very full tummy of milk, and Nerissa already knew exactly what that'd do to her. She kept patting her back leaning in to whisper, "It’s okay hun, get some sleep, I'll be back in the morning to check on you," she said. Shannon nodded, letting out a small burp before dozing off in the woman's arms. After all of the adventure of winding up in this new world, all of the stress, and the belly full of milk, she’d sleep through just about anything. Nerissa slowly eased Shannon off of her. She tried her best to make the sleeping girl comfortable, propping her on pillows, pulling the covers up. She also couldn't help taking the girl's hand, and gently bringing the thumb up to push in her mouth. Nerissa smiled, Shannon was quickly moving along with the program. She grinned to herself, taking the bag, and leaving the room quietly. By morning, Shannon was still sleeping like a baby in complete bliss. She was still sucking on her thumb and hadn't moved an inch since last night. Nerissa was there first thing in the morning to let herself in. She had the same bag from the night before on her shoulder, but it was a bit fuller with a few different things this time. She smiled seeing the girl still sleeping and sucking her thumb, she came around to the side of the bed, easing the blankets off of her and discreetly checking her diaper, trying her best not to wake her. Shannon slept through the check--it seemed like it would take a lot to wake her from this state. The diaper was, of course, soaked. Her thin diaper had barely managed to take it all and she’d leaked a little on the bed. Smirking, the Amazon just started prepping things. The milk had apparently worked its magic, the little not even waking as she wet herself like in an infant in her sleep. Nerissa took a seat on the bed next to Shannon, not bothering to change her yet and leaving the blanket off of her. "Shannon, wake up hun," she said giving the girl a good shake on her shoulder. Shannon slowed to waking, turning up to look at Nerissa. "Mmmorning..." she murmured. She first noticed her thumb, still in her mouth, and instantly retracted it, blushing. "Um, I don't usually suck my--" She fidgeted in her embarrassment, causing her to feel something quite foreign. Another fidget confirmed her fear. "I--" she couldn't come up with any excuse, like she always had before. Either to convince Nerissa, or herself... So she simply started to tear up. "Strike three hun," she said softly. “Remember what I said?” She gave the soaked diaper a pat, as if confirming what the girl could feel. She reached into the bag on her shoulder and took out a pacifier, unceremoniously pressing it into the girl's mouth. "It's okay, I'm not mad... I kind of suspected from the beginning," she said, taking out powder, wipes, and one of the very thick disposables from the bag. The disposable had very childish prints on the front and unlike the thin diapers with two tapes that looked more medical. These were baby diapers, one tape on each side, thick able to keep a baby dry. Shannon shook her head, murmuring a quiet "MmMm! MmMm!" from behind the pacifier, a very childish "no, no". But... how could she argue it? She was *sitting* in a wet diaper. And she wanted to get out of it, even if it meant getting into the childish diaper. Shannon laid out, turning her head to the side, whimpering a little. Nerissa stood up and began her task of changing Shannon. She got out a changing mat and placed it on the bed, pulling Shannon by the ankles and resting it under her. She untapped the wet diaper and began wiping her. The amazon took and unfolded the thick disposable, sliding it under the girl. She took out baby oil and rash cream first, starting to work it into the girl's privates. The time it took to clean her up made Shannon feel... well, babyish. She didn’t think she could have changed herself for one, and for two, it made her feel kind of gross, knowing that Nerissa had wipe pee off of her. Nerissa followed up the rash cream with a healthy dossage of baby powder, this time not just centering it to her diaper area, but on her tummy and thighs as well. This Little was going to smell like a baby. She taped the diaper snuggly in place, it was thick enough that it forced Shannon's legs slightly apart. "There, dry and clean," she said offering a hand to help the sobbing girl sit up. Nerissa put the used diaper in the trash and came back to the bed to sit down opposite Shannon, holding her arms out for a hug. "It's okay hun, it’s not a big deal," she repeated sweetly. Shannon hugged her, trying to believe her... for her own sake, really. What she had been so sure of before, now seemed like an insurmountable obstacle looming on the horizon. Nerissa giggled with the girl and reached over, taking the pacifier and trying to keep her distracted as she reached into the bag and pulled out another full baby bottle. She was gentle, but still firm and insistent as she pressed it into Shannon's mouth, moving her from hugging to resting against her chest again. She smiled, somewhat smugly now. Shannon snuggled tightly against Nerissa, drinking the bottle hungrily. She noticed that rather than get tired of the bottles, she was liking each one more and more and more. Her thoughts eased off of the wet night she had made minutes before, instead easing to a relatively new, infantile bliss. Nerissa watched Shannon settle into a steady drinking rhythm. She smiled, patting the little on her diapered bottom. "Its okay hun," she said in a steady, relaxing voice. "Just relax, we both know what you are, you're just a baby, and that's perfectly okay. After you finish your breakfast bottle, we'll get you dressed and bring you to the nursery of the home. Shannon shook her head when Nerissa mentioned that she was a baby, but wound up relaxing back down, and nodded through the rest of the conversation. Nerissa smiled as the bottle emptied, and once again, she holds Shannon close to start patting her back. As soon as she'd recovered from the wooziness of having a full bottle, she'd get the girl dressed in something rather juvenile and help her toddle off to the nursery section of home. --------- It was another day or two later before Nerissa decided to come check on her pet project. Shannon had been coming along rather nicely, the cute little accepting that diapers were something she may need to wear for a while. She grinned just thinking about the small 20-something girl waddling around in them. Shannon was in the nursery part of the home most of the time now. She was playing alone when Nerissa arrived, and as she set her eyes on Nerissa, rather her typical reaction, she jumped up, scowling angrily. "Nerissa!" Nerissa smiled warmly. "Hi hun, you settling in well here?" Shannon nodded on instinct. "Well--yes--but-- I was talking to some of the other kids today, and *none* of them passed the test! I don't think it’s possible!" She couldn’t really hold up the ruse forever, might as well give a grain of truth on it. "I remember when you asked hun. You asked me and I specifically said 'only big girls pass the test,' which is true. And all the girls you asked... were they diapered like you?" "Well, yeah, but... how many big girls *are* there? Because someone said there aren't any, only mommies and caretakers!" Nerissa shook her head, laughing good naturedly. She reached into the bag on her shoulder and pulled out a pacifier. "Just who haaaaave you been listening too?" she asked as she pressed the pacifier between the Little's lips. "I bet you’re just cranky because you need a change," she said with another warm smile, bringing her hand to lift the girl's juvenile dress and check her thick diaper. Nerissa was spot on--though it certainly wasn't as bad as she expected. Just damp, not even squishy to the touch. Shannon shook her head a few times, blushing, but didn't remove the pacifier to continue arguing, instead sucking on it and shooting the Amazon a glare. Nerissa gave her diaper a few pats. "Seems all right hun, I think you can stand to wait for a change," she smiled. "Come on, I bet I know what will calm you down," she added, nodding toward a rocking chair in the corner of the nursery. Shannon let out a small whine, bringing her hand up to the pacifier. "...’tay, but... take me to see the potty-trained kids soon! I mean it!" Nerissa just nodded absently, not really planing to do any such thing. She took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting up Shannon to sit on her lap. She cuddled her close, holding her head to her chest and bouncing her a little on her legs. Then reaching down, she pulled up another full baby bottle of milk from her bag. "Now just relax hun, I know how much you like your milk." Shannon nodded, but eyed the bottle with noticeable suspicion. For a second, it even looked like she would reject it... but with the milk being as addictive as it was, she caved, opening her mouth wide. Nerissa smiled as she pressed the nipple into Shannon's mouth, tilting her back to let her drink it all up. She rocked the chair and hummed softly, grinning as she gave the girl's diaper a bit of a pat. Shannon squirmed, disliking any focus on the diaper, or its slightly wet state. She may have accepted it, but she didn't embrace or enjoy it. Her mind shifted off everything else though, focusing on how *wonderful* the milk tasted... Nerissa let the girl drink it, she had a plan today, and she'd need the girl in her semi-haze after the full bottle of milk to put it into action. Shannon drank the bottle, almost mindlessly, gulping the entire thing down as quickly as she could. She didn't seem to notice, but Nerissa felt the diaper grow warmer and soggier. It often seemed to happen when the girl was drinking her milk now. Nerissa grinned as Shannon was almost finished with the bottle. She looked around and was happy to see that the Nursery was mostly clear now, and so with the cute Little so focused on nursing, she decided to help her come around to the idea of liking diapers a bit more. She began to rub at the front of the soggy diaper, gently, and tracing her hand around to the back, giving a few soft pats. Shannon let go of the nipple briefly, letting out a small whine. "N--nerissa, what are you--nnh..." she hastily finished the bottle, sucking harder whenever the Amazon rubbed her. Nerissa alternated rubbing the front and giving soft pats to the back. She was counting on the general sleepiness of a full tummy of milk that Shannon wouldn't wholly understand what was going on. She just coo'd softly. "It's okay hun, relax, you like your diapers, they feel good don't they?" she asked with another soggy rub. Shannon moaned softly. She wanted to say no, she hated diapers, but it was starting to feel really good. "...y--yeah... " she set her hands down, on Nerissa's legs, and started to softly squeeze. The Little was breathing out horny little sighs and gasps on every single breath. It felt so wonderful... the squishy padding pressing against her, the soft patting at her bottom... the way the diaper swaddled and cushioned everything... she squeezed tighter with her hands, focusing everything she had on how wonderful her diapers were. Nerissa kept at it, leaning down to whisper in an ear. "That's right, diapers can feel really nice when you relax..." she said with a particularly firm pat to her bottom. "Its okay when you’re tired and when you've got a nice full tummy to just be a baby and enjoy your diapers," she said. Part of Shannon wanted to whine and complain about being called a baby--but that part was shoved back, and her focus forced back on how right Nerissa was. It was always easy to listen to Nerissa and what she told her. She gave a small nod, whining on her next breath. Nerissa grinned and whispered just a little more. "It’s okay baby," she repeated, almost like a mantra. "It’s okay to feel good in your diapers. It’s almost nap time for you... go ahead and let go, let everything go in your diaper," she said with another soggy rub to the front, and pat on her bottom. "Show me you need your diapers," she said in the softest whisper. For a brief second, Shannon shook her head, trying to shrug off the attempted suggestion. But by the time Nerissa reached "Let everything go", Shannon felt something in herself, forcing out. She hadn't realized how far she'd gotten into all of this... part of her tried to resist, to hold it in. But like so much else, she was powerless to do so. As Nerissa finished "show me you need your diapers", Shannon's back arched, and she obeyed Nerissa's order. And she, however slightly or subconsciously, accepted Nerissa's suggestion, melting into a pleasure that she /knew/ could only have been caused by her wonderful diapers. Nerissa smirked as she felt the Little start to shiver and whimper, cumming cutely and adding to the wetness there. And as the Little arched her back, she felt the suggestion take hold, if only for her semi-concious state, and could feel the girl shudder as she gave in to do something really babyish, messing her diaper. Nerissa started to hum the lullaby again, nuzzling the Little as she continued to shake and convulse a bit. "Such a good baby," she said, watching her use her diaper as instructed. She knew this wasn't the end, but this little was coming along nicely. Shannon settled back, shell-shocked from the whole experience. It felt unreal, dreamlike... and part of her wanted to fall asleep right here. "...Did I just poo poo...?" she murmured, confused. She may have been back in diapers, but a full-fledged messy accident? That was the worst she’d had yet. Nerissa was all coo's and tenderness. "Aww it’s okay hun, that’s why you’re in diapers. We'll get you cleaned up and then ready for a nap in no time." Nerissa didn't seem to act like anything was wrong. Where Shannon's previous accidents, she'd tried to console the Little, this time, Nerissa just gave Shannon's diaper a few good pats, and as she got up, carried Shannon on her hip. "Come on hun, we'll get you changed out of that poopy diaper and put you down for a nap. You’re usually pretty sleepy after your bottle, huh?" she asked. Shannon nodded, squirming slightly as the woman carried her. "...yeah..." she sighed, in a daze from what had just happened. "...I didn't feel it coming at all... I usually do, kinda... I just can't make it..." Nerissa nodded smiling as she took Shannon toward the changing table in the nursery. "I know, it’s tough to know when you need to go hun, that's why you're in diapers. Accidents happen," she said, going about the process she had quite a few times before with Shannon, changing and cleaning the Little before putting another thick diaper on. She took out a pacifier and put it to Shannon's lips. Shannon nodded, seeming to accept that fact for the moment. She certainly didn't have the energy to fight it, if she did want to, so she sucked away at the pacifier, nearly dozing off right on the changing table. Nerissa changed Shannon into a fresh diaper and seeing how she was falling asleep, she quietly and gently changed her into a one piece footed sleeper as well. The bottom was bulging noticeably with her diapers and it just made her all the cuter. Instead of her usual bed, Nerissa carried her to a crib in the next room. Pacifier in mouth, adorably clothed, she looked like a baby. It was another solid hour before Nerissa came in checking on the cute little. With gentle hands, she scooped up the baby, bringing her back to the changing table and removing her sleeper. She slipped on the juvenile clothes she'd been wearing earlier, and left the pacifier in. Shannon had managed to wet a bit more in her sleep, but she wasn't soaked, so Nerissa didn't change her. Then, almost as good as earlier, Nerissa, put the sleeping Shannon back in the playroom, leaving her propped against some stuffed animals. When she woke... it'd be a bit different then earlier. Had earlier even happened? Nerissa left quietly, being sure to just let the girl discover what she will on her own. Part of having these wanderers in the home was playing a little with their heads. Usually they were already susceptible to things they normally wouldn’t be… the world it made it so. But it was especially effective if you left them believe they’d dreamed up an incident where-in they enjoyed diapers. Shannon eased out of her sleep, looking around the room in confusion. Her initial reaction was that her experience with Nerissa was undoubtedly real--just like anyone who has a dream. But after a moment, she immediately recognized that the pieces didn't quite fit. She was in the same outfit, and in a totally different spot, for starters. Two, she was as clean as could be. She kind of remembered being changed... and she couldn’t believe she would have messed, but… maybe she had? Pressing a hand to her diaper, she was just as wet as before that whole thing... she sat up, sucking idly on the pacifier. What an odd afternoon. --------- As the days went on, things were mostly normal for Shannon... or really as normal as they had become. She was diapered full time, she made friends with the other Little's of the home, even if most of them were in diapers themselves and no one seemed to question or bat an eye that she was too. The rest of town kind of ignored them, usually only giggling when they saw them around. As small as they were though, things did change. Shannon hardly noticed them. One day, while back in the park, once again searching for the place that had brought her into this world, her thumb found its way to her mouth. She didn't even realize it was there, and at the same time, she began to wet her diaper, not knowing she was doing it. Nightly she'd wake up in the morning needing a change as well. There were a few successes mixed in, she found some of the other adults and told them she needed to go poo poo, phrasing it as a child would and was successful in doing that, one time even with Nerissa, who smiled, and praised her, and gave her a nice bottle of milk as a reward. ... but the successes stopped the next morning after that. Right at the breakfast table with everyone else around, Shannon felt an odd sensation in her rear, and before she knew what had happened, she was messing her diaper. Shannon froze mid-bite, moving a hand behind herself to pat at the diaper in disbelief. In the mornings she often just came to breakfast in a t-shirt and diaper and although no one seemed to mind her accidents, and she had started to care less and less each time. But this… doing it without warning, right at the breakfast table? She hadn’t even felt the need, just suddenly there was a warm mass pushing out of her. She slid out of her chair, rushing towards Nerissa's spot. "Um--Nerissa!" she whined, waddling and whining as it squished around. "Nerissa I made poo poo again!" Nerissa smirked, as some of the others at the table giggled. "Turn around hun," she said, in a somewhat admonishing tone. She proceeded to lift up the back of Shannon's night shirt, in front of everyone having breakfast, and pulled the back of her diaper out to check her like a toddler. "You sure did hun..." she said, letting the top gently snap back into place. "It’s okay hun, babies can't help it," she said with a warm smile, the word baby kind of rolling around Shannon's head. "Go back and finish your breakfast, we'll get you changed after." Shannon bowed her head, looking around the table. It was humiliating as could be... but the others were *just* as bad as she was! Most of the time, at least... sticking her tongue out at the other girls giggling at her and she toddled back over to her seat. Sitting down in her chair with a little squish. She continued to eat, her face completely red the rest of the meal. --------- Shannon was wearing a baby pink t-shirt underneath a sunflower yellow pair of shortalls today. It was a lot less embarrassing than the usual onesie she sometimes had on in the nursery. It didn’t even bother her that she never selected her own clothing any more, even if she did have some clear favorites and least favorites in her new wardrobe. "Hey there hun, I had a fun idea for today, you want to go to playground on the north side of the city?" Nerissa asked with a big smile. She was casually kneeling down next to Shannon, reaching a hand to unsnap some of the poppers along the arch of shortalls, to check her diaper. "Um, sure! That actually sounds like a lot of fun!" Her diaper was just a tiny bit damp, and she barely noticed the check, having grown used to them. Nerissa helped Shannon up, redoing the snaps to her overalls. "Well then I'll go pack a bag and we'll be all set, why don't you go find your shoes hun? Those overalls and that adorable shirt should be perfect for a day outdoors." Shannon nodded, poking around for her shoes. Her old tennis-shoes had gone missing one day, and they’d been casually replaced with pink, childish sneakers. Once she found those, she slipped them on and bounced over to the door, bobbing in place as she waited for Nerissa. Nerissa came back with a cloth diaper bag on her shoulder. It was a light pink with baby bunnies on it. The tall Amazon happily took Shannon by the hand and led her toward the front of the home where she'd left a stroller set up. Shannon blushed a little. A stroller? She could walk just fine! Still, she knew that it was probably a long walk... and the diaper made her waddle really badly... and she knew that Nerissa usually knew better than her. Without so much as a word, Nerissa lifted the Little up under the arms and placed her in the seat. It made the Amazon smile, not even an argument. She leaned down to pull a strap snugly up through Shannon's legs, connecting it to one around Shannon's waist, securing her in the baby stroller. She put the diaper bag on the tray under it, and gave Shannon a tickle on the nose. "All right hun, lets head to the park," she said, winking. She couldn't help but smile at how cute Shannon looked. Pink t-shirt, yellow overalls thickly bulging at the waist, obviously diapered. She was the perfect little baby girl, and she’d be ready for adoption soon. As they went, Shannon first started to look at people around her--watching them all go about their day, moving back and forth... it was mesmerizing. But after a few stifled giggles as they saw her, she focused off into the horizon, thinking about whatever came to mind--how good the milk she was fed was, how much fun the park would be... It took a good 10 minutes to walk across town, but it was a nice day out and the journey was pleasant. As nice as it was, Shannon still arrived as red as a beat. Still, it didn't matter, she told herself. She got to have fun at the playground, after all, and the gigglers didn't. And as Nerissa kept reminding the Little, what was wrong with being a baby? Shannon might not have fully believed it, but it was a useful thing to tell herself whenever she heard little snickers and giggles. Nerissa pulled the stroller up to the playground, pausing to unbuckle the strap and help Shannon out of the stroller. She placed the Little in the woodchip area of the slide and swingset, giving her puffy bottom a pat. "I'll be right over there on the bench hun, you have fun with the other kids," she said, leaving the Little who wasn't much bigger then about half a dozen Amazon babies and toddlers. Shannon blushed, bowing her head a little. It was a bit embarrassing to know that everyone else here was perhaps two dozen years younger. Still, she charged in, intent of having that not matter--after all, a slide was a slide, no matter who rode it! Nerissa watched with a warm smile as Shannon played. At first a little shy, and perhaps a bit timid as the other kids weren't entirely sure what to make of her. One Amazon baby girl was overly curious and gave the back of Shannon’s overalls a tug. It shocked Shannon enough that she felt her diaper suddenly warm as she wet it uncontrollably. But things settled down, and not long after, Shannon was having fun, riding down the slide, playing games, and generally toddling around with the other babies. It wasn't till about thirty minutes later, when Shannon was hardly aware of the passage of time that Nerissa got up to fetch her. Shannon could never get really used to a wet diaper. She wildly flipped between having not a single clue or care in the world, to awkwardly standing off to the side, her mind inseparable from the soaked padding. Most of the time, though, she was playing and having fun just like any of the actual babies. When Nerissa finally came to collect her, she didn't want to go. "We're right in the middle of a game of tag, though! Can I *pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase* keep playing?" Nerissa came over, and in front of the other kids, and a few giggling parents, unsnapped some of the poppers on Shannon's overalls, checking her diaper. "Aww hun, you're soaked, you can play tag again in a moment, but first it’s time for a little baby girl to get her diapie changed," she said, taking Shannon by the hand and leading her waddling away from the playground a second. She didn't go far, just back to the stroller to collect her bag and then taking a changing mat out of it. She started to set up the bench as a makeshift changing table. "Up you go," she said lifting Shannon up under the arms. Shannon kicked her legs slightly, blushing and looking at the other kids. Many were two or three, but some were older, and undiapered. Getting teased by people her actual age was one thing, but getting teased by people far younger with seemingly more maturity was another. But once again, Nerissa was right... she was absolutely soaked, so she needed a change. Maybe that's why she was having problems catching people in tag? Nerissa undid the rest of the snaps on Shannon's overalls, pulling them back up to her waist and revealing the wet diaper to the playground. Most of the parents and kids didn't bat an eye, a diaper change was nothing new here. But it was the first very public change for Shannon. Nerissa smiled good naturedly, getting out wipes, powder and some diaper cream as she undid the tapes to Shannon's diapers and pulled it away, lifting her up by the ankles to wipe her down like a baby. It was nice that no one minded... still, Shannon couldn't tear her eyes from the group, watching for anyone who might be staring. She still cooperated of course, helping Nerissa by lifting her legs up. "Um, thank you!" she said courteously, turning her attention back to the group again. Nerissa placed another thick and clean diaper down on the bench and lowered Shannon to it, she took out diaper cream and rubbed it in, before taking the powder and applying it liberally. Shortly after she brought the front up and taped it snugly on. She gave the little’s diaper front a rub. "There we go, all dry," she said, helping stand her up and redoing the snaps to her overalls. She sent the little away with a scoot and pat to her crinkling rump. "Go on and play a bit more hun, it’s a nice day." Shannon nodded, dashing off to the group. When the game of tag finished, she went to the slide, giggling with excitement as her rump slid down the slide over and over. She went down another four times, Shannon obviously enjoying herself and sinking into the reality that playing carefree with the toddlers could be pretty fun. She had lost track of time again until Nerissa came and lifted her up from behind. "All right hun, all that play had to have made you hungry by now," she said, smiling and tapping Shannon's nose. She carried the baby girl back over to the bench, before sitting down, reaching into her diaper bag, she taking out another full bottle. She helped Shannon sit back, craddling her to feed her a bottle. Some of the kids, most of whom younger giggled, as apparently Shannon was really just a 'little baby' even younger than them, as she was being fed like this. Shannon blushed a little, but in the moment, certainly couldn't find herself caring. After all, the milk tasted absolutely amazing and the others didn't have any. It was sweet, made her feel warm and soft inside... it was wonderful, even with the giggles in the background. Nerissa hummed softly, feeding Shannon. She let her nurse, and drain the somewhat large bottle, filling up her tummy with the liquid. After a full 7 or 8 minutes, the bottle was empty, and Nerissa helped Shannon up to her shoulder, giving her firm and gentle pats to her back, causing a few errant bubbles in her tummy to travel up and make the Little burp with a little line of milk hanging out the corner of her mouth. Nerissa cleaned it up gently with a wet cloth and brought the baby girl back to the playground, smiling and letting her play again once more. Although with a tummy full of milk, she was a bit more slow this time, getting a little more tired with the afternoon. Rather than the more active activities, the girl wandered over to the more relaxed ones, like the large tic-tac-toe board that was set up. Being so obviously an adult, she figured she would beat all the kids who tried--but of course, perhaps because of the milk fogging her mind, she wound up losing most of the matches. Pouting, she decided to head back to the slide for one or two quick goes. Shannon went down the slide twice grinning. She was getting tired, but she still wanted to do it again. She stuck her thumb in her mouth, climbing up a little slower and one handed to ride down once more. She giggled around her thumb, although all the milk her belly was sitting a little heavy now. She toddled away from the slide, walking a little slow as felt her bottom suddenly push out a big warm mess into the back of her diaper. She stopped and stood still a moment, sucking her thumb. She wouldn't be able to say why she just stood there, sucking... it could have been a babyish mindset, it might have been shock and awe, or a bit of the two. She stood there for about ten seconds after, just sort of staring, letting the feeling sink in, before spinning around and looking around at the other children. "Nerissssssssaaaaaa!" she whined, a new instinct from the home. It brought a lot of attention to her as she looked around for the Amazon. Nerissa had watched the whole thing, smiling as she’d seen Shanon slow, and then babyishly fill her pants. Nerissa had been tracking Shannon's progress, and even without the bottles, she lately seemed to be at that point where she legitimately needed diapers now. She waved and walked over to the suddenly panicked girl. "Aww hun, everything all right?" she said coming over and gently cupping a the side of her face in her hand. "Someone getting a little tired?" she asked as the girl looked so cute sucking her thumb. Shannon pressed couldn’t help but nudge the hand and try to lean against the taller woman. Looking for affection with tears forming in her eyes. "I--I made a poo poo..." she whined. Nerissa bent down and gave Shannon a hug, discreetly reaching a hand around to pat the girl's bottom, helping reassure her, and let her know that indeed, she'd had a messy accident, but it was okay. "Aww hun, it’s all right. C'mon, let’s get you back home for a nap. I only brought one diaper to the park." she said taking Shannon's hand and starting to walk the sobbing baby girl to the stroller. Nerissa had purposefully not brought a second diaper, planning on this with the milk. Shannon had learned to accept diapers, and she needed to learn to accept using them, and sometimes being stuck in them. Nerissa's consoling helped dramatically. Shannon winced as they walked, the mess mushing up against her. It was even worse when she was sat down in the stroller... but all that consoling was helping to dry the tears. Nerissa brought the strap up between Shannon's legs and around her waist once more, causing the girl to whimper a little as she was suddenly pressed into and held firmly to the mess in her diaper. It wasn't a completely bad feeling, kind of warm, mushy. Nerissa was quick to recognize the look on Shannon's face and reached into her bag pulling out Shannon's favorite stuffed animal and a pacifier. She slid the thumb from Shannon's mouth and pressed the pacifier in, kissing Shannon's cheek as she handed her the stuffed animal. "Just relax hun, it'll be a short ride back," she promised. And the milk was making her tired... although it would be a little bumpy. Shannon nodded, staying quiet and sucking on the pacifier. She did her best to relax, which was good... it let her feel the warm mushiness against her in a different way. The little bounces might have caused her to wince once or twice, but they wound up helping her come around to acceptance. Just 8 minutes into the 10 minute walk and nearly back, Shannon nodded completely off to sleep, being at peace enough with the load in the seat of her diaper to ignore it and rest. Nerissa smiled. This was a good step. The goal was total incontinence and acceptance of being a baby. A few more outings and gentle encouragements to get Shannon used to the feeling of wet and messy diapers, and she was sure the little girl would stop asking for immediate changes. Once back at the home, she unbuckled the sleepy baby and carried her toward the nap room, going for the changing table first. No need giving her a rash. The girl blinked and stirred a little as she was being changed. Nerissa spent a few moments wiping Shannon thoroughly to clean her bottom, before lowering her down onto another thick diaper. She grinned. "No worries hun, just giving you a diapie change before you go sleepy sleepy," she said, starting to apply diaper cream and powder to her. Shannon barely heard it, back to sleep shortly after. Nerissa taped up the thick diaper, helping Shannon up and removing her overalls. She left the girl in just the pink shirt she'd been wearing underneath and her diaper. She was placed and left to sleep peacefully in her crib. --------- Shannon had slept well. Her sleep had felt really good, and she had some memories of yesterday, but they were like dim lights in a fog. The milk had helped her dreams, crafting them to gentle childlike dreams of wonder and simple joy. Shannon didn't even stir an inch as she wet her diaper thoroughly in the night. This had become normal, and even as she woke up and sat with a slight squish, it only jostled her a tiny bit. Nerissa heard Shannon and was quick to let herself into the nursery, scooping up the Little and hugging her close, patting her back. "Morning sweetie," she said reaching into the crib and looking for her pacifier, easing it into the girl's mouth. "You just need a change huh?" she asked, pretending like this was completely normal, that the Little infant in her arms was just that, an infant who needed coddling. Nerissa set Shannon on the changing table and the Little went through an all too familiar diaper change. It'd been two, almost three weeks since she'd last even had a chance to use the potty. She was in thick diapers full time. She sucked her pacifier, while Nerissa lovingly cleaned her up. Her sleeper was removed, and she was given a cartoonish baby t-shirt, since it was warmer out, before being brought downstairs to breakfast… where for the first time she didn't sit at the table with the others, but instead was placed securely in a high chair. Shannon squirmed in place, looking down at the others. "mm--" she lifted a hand up to remove the pacifier. "How come I'm in the high chair?!" she whined, squirming in place in her crinkling diaper. "I can feed myself just fine!" Nerissa smiled, she liked head games early in the morning. "Oh you can? All right hun, I just thought the high chair would be a nice change of pace, if you can feed yourself," she said getting out a simple bowl of oatmeal and a small spoon that had a deceptive weight to it, and putting them both in front of her. "Finish it all up, and you'll get a nice bottle of your favorite milk," she smiled. Shannon snatched up the spoon, immediately fumbling with it a little. But after a few practice swings, she was sure she had it, so she went to snag some, only to drop the spoon entirely in the oatmeal. Nerissa sighed a bit dramatically, and reached in to reclaim the spoon, letting the need to do so go unspoken. She cleaned it off with a paper towel and then she got a pink cloth bib and wasted no time tying it around Shannon's neck. She pulled up a chair, took the bowl, and the spoon, and held out a scoop of warm oatmeal, smiling. "Come on hun." Shannon shook her head. "I just fumbled a little!" but still, she opened her mouth. She was hungry... and the idea of more milk was a wonderfully enchanting idea. It was a little awkward at first, but Shannon took a bite, and then another, and then another. There was a drip here, and a soft dab of a paper towel to Shannon's cheek to clean it away... and as the other residents came in and out for breakfast, it was apparent that Shannon was a baby this morning. Baby shirt, thick diaper, being fed in a high chair. Shannon gave a little whine, but otherwise, tried to move her attention back to the oatmeal. Not the best of foods to really focus on the taste, but still, better than the others since she got all of Nerissa’s personal attention. Having started with breakfast that day, both lunch and dinner had Shannon seated in a high chair with a bib around her neck. After another bottle of formula, which she had no power to resist, it was back to bed. Days started to go on like this, and while Shannon got more comfortable with the routine, there was still something nagging at the back of her mind, like something was wrong, like she'd forgotten something important. It was a day or two later, dressed in another pair of adorable overalls with a onesie underneath, doing nothing to hide her obvious diaper bulge, that Shannon was seated in her stroller. Nerissa was taking her back to the park. Baby Shannon had been well behaved and she needed a bit of excitement. Nerissa also seemed to be excited about something too. Oddly, the park wasn’t as empty as usual. In one corner of the park, there was a picnic going on… and oddest of all, it was a picnic of littles. Littles who were professional, and adult, at least as they appeared. There were five of them, and almost all watched Shannon curiously as she was helped out of her stroller when she arrived. The Littles were noticeably more aware that Shannon wasn't a baby then the Amazonian woman. It didn’t seem to meet Shannon’s attention though. To her, she almost entirely believed herself to be a baby after the weeks and weeks she’d been living such a life. There was something wrong somewhere in her mind, and that something bugged her when she saw the other group her size, but the rest of her and the want to have fun carried her towards the slide, which she rode down, giggling all the way. With a pacifier in her mouth, the cute babygirl waddled her way up the play structure and rode the slide another two times. The picnic group had all but stopped now, 5 girls watching her a bit stunned. They were acutely aware that Shannon was way too old to be in diapers, even if her size didn't seem to make the Amazonian parents in the park look twice. Two of the littles whispered something and looked over at Nerissa, who offered a polite wave, which had all the girls quickly look away. Another parent took a seat with Nerissa after a while, talking about motherhood and her own adorable Amazonian baby which size-wise wasn’t much smaller then Shannon. It was at this point that one of the Little's quietly made her way over to Shannon. The girl was a red-head with a neat little pony tail and a cute summer dress on. Maybe in her late 20’s. As Shannon went down the slide, she was waiting at the bottom. "Hi, what's your name?" she asked. Without breaking her stride, Shannon popped the pacifier out of her mouth. "Hi, I'm Shannon! Who're you?" she bobbed up and down in place at the bottom of the slide, brimming with infantile energy, crinkling with each little movement. The girl tilted her head. "Jacquline... erm, Jackie. Are you... ... you're not really a toddler right? I mean, we're Little, we can tell, even if the others," and she indicated the parents around the playground, including the Amazon chatting with Nerissa. "even if they can't." Shannon tensed her fingers up, unsure what to say. She had to think about what she even meant by "not really a toddler", at first. She sat there, umming and ahhhing for a second, looking at Jackie and then Nerissa. "...um, well--I... don't know?" she eventually settled on, looking confused and just a little bit embarrassed. "Are you wearing a diaper?" the Little asked, since it was fairly obvious under Shannon’s overalls. Little's could be blunt and very forward. Two of the other Little's from the picnic group had gotten up and were talking to each other just out of the playground area. "I, um... yeah." Shannon knew there was absolutely NO denying that one. "...and um... that makes me a baby, I guess!" she added, following Nerissa's usual line of thinking. Nerissa got up, along with the other parent who went to get her own child. Nerissa scooped up Shannon eliciting a meep of surprise as she was picked up just like a toddler. Jackie watched wide eyed, calling "You're not a baby!" in a quiet voice after Shannon. Even as she heard it, Nerissa had something new in store. She'd been working on readying the baby slowly, and sitting down on the bench with Shannon, she started to unbutton her top. Shannon squirmed. It was... weird hearing that from Jackie. She was a bit upset, and couldn't quite pin down why. She didn't want to call Jackie wrong, since Shannon's physical age was the same as hers... but people *could* be babies even if they were old, right? It was just so weird. Shannon looked up at Nerissa, staring as her top was unbuttoned and a maternity bra came into view. "...Are you... going to breastfeed me...?" she asked realizing the obvious. Shannon's paci hung on a ribbon attached to her overalls. Nerissa smiled and nodded at her. Nerissa was not fabulously endowed, just a modest C, but the nipple was already wet as she undid the clasp on the bra, the milk smelt very similar to what Shannon usually drank. "It’s okay hun, I know you must have a rumbly tummy, you can drink your fill baby girl," she coo'd. The wide eyes of the five Little's were watching Shannon intently now. There was a slight revulsion from Shannon, but then that smell, that milk she was soo used too, so … addicted too. Shannon nodded, casting a look over to the Littles. It was difficult to push herself towards doing it, but Nerissa was right, her tummy was all rumbly and that needed fixing. She curled up towards the nipple, latching on and starting to nurse hungrily. Nerissa cuddled Shannon to her, patting her head one hand, and patting her thickly diapered and crinkly bottom with the other as she cradled her. She was acting like an infant now, shamelessly nursing like a baby and drinking breastmilk. Some of the mothers in the park watched approvingly, but to them, Nerissa just looked like she was feeding a baby, to the Littles, they couldn't believe what they were seeing. "Did you make a friend hun?" Nerissa asked of Shannon, smiling and stroking her head as she nursed. Shannon didn't move her mouth off of the nipple, but she gave a small, mildly discontented grunt between little sucks. Nerissa nodded. "That's nice hun, we'll have to see about setting up a playdate with her some time. I know you have lots of friends at the home, but it’s always nice to have new friends," she grinned. She gave Shannon's bottom a few more crinkly pats, and almost by way of answer, Shannon started wetting her diaper, the padding swelling a little. "Aww such a good baby girl," Nerissa coo'd softly in her ear. Shannon blushed, hoping that the others wouldn't notice. She did take a small bit of pride in it, now... at least when Nerissa praised her. The praise felt good. And having a playmate would be a lot of fun! She finally moved herself off of the nipple, sighing as she finished drinking. Nerissa just moved the baby to the other teat. Baby girls could drink a lot and over feeding wouldn’t do much more then ensure a full diaper and a nap for Shannon. When she was finally finished being nursed, Nerissa adjusted Shannon to her shoulder, patting her back firmly. Shannon felt a little funny for a second, but then she gave out a little burp, with a tiny bit of spit up trailing down her chin. At the same time as her belch, her tummy cramped a little and helplessly her body pushed out a mess into her diaper. Positioned as she was on Nerissa’s shoulder, the seat of her overalls suddenly drooped and the Little's watching were able to see just how much of a baby she was, filling her diaper. Nerissa finished patting her back and gave her bottom a few pats, causing the mess to squish. "Such a good good baby," she repeated the praise. Shannon would have felt humiliated in front of the other Littles, but the praise helped offset that. She curled her hands around Nerissa, giving her a big squeeze. She didn't even think any more about how sudden her mess was, or how icky it felt--it was a warm sort of surprise to her now, and wasn't really a bad thing. Just a part of being her. Nerissa redid her top, and got up with Shannon, going over to her stroller and gently putting her in her seat before buckling her in. She made sure the buckles were snug, pressing her into her full diaper. Nerissa was still working on making her comfortable with having had an accident. She spoke softly to Shannon, "We'll chat with your friend before we leave," she grinned. "Do you think she'd like to come play with you at home? I bet you could show her how fun it could be." "I um... I dunno! She doesn't seem like a baby... but I'd love more friends!" Shannon giggled, unaware of what she was signing the girl up for. Nerissa nodded, wheeling the stroller toward the group of Littles which were now looking intently like they were busy picnicking. Nerissa stopped just behind the red headed one, tapping Shannon on the shoulder. "What was her name hun? Can you ask her to come here?" Shannon nodded, looking over to the group of Littles. "Jaaaaackie!" she called, bouncing in the chair (and her mess). She was excited for a new playmate! The red headed Little stood up a bit stiffly and came over, immediately looking shy before the taller Amazon and the girl in the stroller. She could smell that Shannon had a messy diaper, and her cheerfullness and the way she ignored what she’d done was a little unsettling to her. "Hi Shannon," she said with a slight wave. Nerissa smiled and leaned down to Shannon, "Go on hun, why don't you invite her to visit?" Shannon grinned. "Hey, can you join us at my house some time? It'd be a lot of fun to play with you!" Jackie's demeanor changed a little as she looked back to her friends, who seem to be focused on their activity. She thought a moment, and looking up, with a slight bit of resolve, she nodded. "Y-yes. I'll come visit some time, I think I have something I’d like to talk you to you about Shannon," she said. "We can spend some time being... big girls," she said with a slight glance at Nerissa and lowering her voice to say the last part. It was the only thing she could think of in terms of fixing whatever was wrong with Shannon. Shannon tilted her head, looking confused. "Well... you can be! But I don't think I am..." she squirmed a little in the seat, making a small meep at the feeling of her diaper. "But yeah, come visit, please!" The other girl scurried back to her friends and Nerissa put the paci back in Shannon's mouth, pushing her in the stroller back home for a diaper change and an afternoon nap. “I really do hope she visits,” the Amazon smirked. --------- It was just after Shannon had been fed a full dinner of baby food in what had become her personal high chair, that Nerissa had decided to give her another lesson. Quietly taking the babygirl to her office by the classroom, she took a seat in the rocking chair with her. She started to rub at the front of Shannon's diaper, rocking them both in the chair gently. Shannon had grown slightly used to having her diaper, and chest rubbed on occasion. Even if it was still a bit weird, she quickly settled into the chair, sighing out a pleased and aroused little breath. Nerissa continued to rub at the front of her diaper, waiting till she got a slight moan with the loud crinkling. "Feels nice doesn't it hun?" Shannon nodded, letting out a few soft whines. "Y--yeah... it's really really nice feeling... it's ama--ah! oooh..." she leaned her head in, resting it against Nerissa’s chest. Nerissa traced a finger around Shannon’s ears, continuing to rub her diaper, smirking as the baby’s hips were moving in time with her hands. "That's a good baby girl... such a good baby girl," she said, sweetly whispering. "You want to do something for your caretaker baby?" Shannon nodded, beaming. The praise made her really happy. She softly grinded against the woman's hand, her hands softly kneading Nerissa's lap. "Use your diaper, do everything in it that you can, feel how good it is to let go in your diaper," she encouraged. It was something they’d done before, but she had a more specific intent for it today. Shannon squirmed, pushing herself against the woman's hands. "... I dunno if I can though... I don't really feel it anymore, so I don't know if I need to..." she let out a few grunts, trying her hardest. At first, it seemed she definitely didn't need to--but then, all at once, her diaper start to fill. "O-oh gosh!" she whined, the diaper taking on a new feeling as she was rubbed.” Nerissa grinned, easing her hand from Shannon's ear to move the girl slightly, starting to bounce her on a knee and focus both hands now on the front of her diaper. "Such a good girl, filling up your diaper, but there's still something more you can do," she said caressing the front of Shannon's diaper. The conditioning was going well, Shannon was addicted to the milk, nearly incontinent, and on the verge of a sexual connection between her diapers, and best of all, accepting that she was a baby. Shannon bounced, grinding against Nerissa's hands and genuinely enjoying the feel of her diaper. It wasn’t long before she was starting to dissolve into a body shaking orgasm. Just as she was peaking, Nerissa leaned forward and whispered in Shannon’s ear, right at her most susceptible moment. “From now on you are forever unpotty trained…” she whispered, “You will be in diapers the rest of your life… and I will always be your mommy.” The words invaded Shannon’s mind just as she was shattered and racked by orgasm, whimpering and shuddering as she came in her full diaper. Even if she didn’t fully understand it, her body processed it. She’d never feel the need to go again, and she’d found her mommy. It was over, she was officially a baby again. The poor baby was panting and spent after that. She was more than ready for an early bed time... after a diaper change and short pre-bed feeding straight from the teat of course. She was already asleep before she finished nursing. Not long after she’d been dressed in a new thick diaper under a purple onesie, and laid down in her crib. --------- Nerissa was relaxing on a couch in the large playroom at the home. She was dressed in a casual spring dress, her feet in flip flops and her hair falling lazily about her shoulders as she read from a book. Shannon was on the floor nearby, playing. Today Shannon was dressed in a short blue denim dress, and a pink t-shirt under it. Her bottom was covered in a frilly diaper cover and it caught the back of her dress, holding it up slightly to show her padded backside. Shannon seemed to flip back and forth, alternating between hyperactivity and calmness. Half of the time, she would contently color, nearly silent, while the other half of the time she'd be bolting from one activity to another, giggling and laughing to herself. Right now, she was hyper, waddling across the room to grab various toys, which she was busily building into a large fort in one of the corners of the room. At a knock from the door, Nerissa looked up. She put her book down and looked over to Shannon, just to make sure the babygirl was okay, before going to the door and finding that a Little was waiting outside. It was the girl that Shannon had briefly met at the park. "Oh hello there hun, have you come to play with Shannon?" she asked. The red head nodded shyly, looking around Nerissa to Shannon. "It's Jackie... uh, Ma'am," she said, before being invited in. She barely even acknowledged Nerissa and went right to Shannon. "Psst... we need to talk." "Um, okay! What do you wanna talk about?" Shannon asked innocently, paying only half attention. She was busy building a stack of baby blocks as a sort of flag for her fort. Jackie was wearing a simple short dress and a pair of loose shorts under it. She couldn't help staring at Shannon though. The way the other Little was dressed as a toddler, hair in a pony tail, pink shirt, obvious thick diaper under her denim dress... and not only that, but the red head knew that the other Little used her diapers. "You're... not really a baby," she whispered, watching as the amazon walked across the room to take a seat on the couch, getting her book. She tried to speak so she wouldn't be heard. Shannon shook her head, confused. "I don't understand..." she thought about it a little, stopping her construction. "...Mommy says I’m a baby." It was so firmly in the Little's mind, now. After a few seconds, she found her thumb slipping into her mouth, on reflex as she tried to think hard. After all, her hands weren't being used, so why not? Jackie shook her head, "Just because you look like a baby, doesn't make you one," she said putting a hand out to touch the front of the girl's diaper. Jackie was doing it mainly to confirm that the other girl was indeed wearing it, but what she didn't know was how thorough Nerissa's training had been recently. Which included helping Shannon to really like and enjoy her diapers. The slight bit of pressure on the front of her diaper made her tingle. Shannon half shut her eyes, whimpering ever so slightly around her thumb. It was hard to pin down exactly what it was, with the thumb in the way. Curiously, though, the girl held totally still as the Little held her diaper, not jumping away or even flinching at all. It seemed she was quite used to having her diaper touched! Jackie looked a little surprised as Shannon seemed to straighten, and she tugged her hand away as suddenly the diaper began to warm. The baby was peeing, but by the look on her face, she had no idea. Jackie gasped, perhaps she was in over her head, perhaps Shannon was already a baby and there was no saving her. After a few seconds, Shannon opened her eyes. "...Jackie? What's wong?" she asked after a few seconds, still sucking her thumb. Nerissa noticed the odd occurrence out of the corner of her eye, and put her book down, getting up to go over to the two Littles. "Uh oh... I think someone has a wet diapy," she said coming up from behind to tickle at Shannon's sides. Jackie took a step back from Nerissa, watching the exchange nervously as if it was something dangerous. The babygirl's dress was raised and it was confirmed that she was indeed wet. "Why don't you go get a new diaper and some wipes from the corner Shannon, I'll grab the changing mat from my bag," she said, fully intending to change her right here on the floor. Jackie was dead silent watching them both. Shannon dashed away, waddling noticeably as she snagged a few diapers and the box of wipes from the baby bag in the corner of the play room. She jumped down, laying out right next to her fort as Nerissa got the mat. She was laying down in front of Jackie and she looked up, blankly, hardly realizing that her and Jackie were having a conversation before. Nerissa lifted Shannon's dress up, smiling and giggling. "Why'd you bring so many diapers hun?" she asked, "You bring extra for Jackie?" she teased. The other Little gasped at the thought. “I’m only teasing,” Nerissa laughed at her good naturedly, letting her know she wasn't being serious (for now). Jackie had an instinct to leave, something was not right, but at the same time, something magnetic compelled her to stay. She knew what happened to some littles, and if there was any chance of saving Shannon, it'd be important to save her. She simply turned aside, letting the diaper change finish. Shannon was very used to it by now, thinking nothing as her legs were lifted by the ankles, she was thoroughly wiped, diaper rash cream applied, and finally followed by a healthy dusting of powder before being taped into a thick fresh diaper. "Can I get you something to drink Jackie? It's just about time for Shannon's bottle," Nerissa said, taking the wet diaper balled up, and throwing it away. Jackie nodded dumbly, not sure what else to say, and Nerissa returned a moment later with a sippy cup and baby bottle. Both filled with the same thing. Jackie was handed the cup and she looked at it with a frown as Shannon was given her bottle. Shannon happily stuck the nipple in place of her thumb, drinking hungrily. After a few seconds, Shannon lowered the bottle, looking at Jackie. "Drink! It's really really yummy." Shannon sat up, drinking away at the bottle, shuffling around a bit to get comfortable. Jackie watched Nerissa sit on the couch once more and looked at the sippy cup. "What's in it?" she asked, curiously. She wasn't about to degrade herself by drinking from the cup and managed to pry the top off. Nerissa noticed this, but didn't say anything. The red head gave the drink a worried sniff. "Milk!" Shannon giggled, getting about halfway through the bottle. She stretched out, feeling a little bit sleepy now. Still, she seemed determined to finish that fort--she stood back up, bottle in one hand, a toy in the other, trying to complete her build. Jackie stared at her drink a moment. It did smell like milk, but something was a bit off. She looked over at Nerissa again, worriedly, but there was something about the milk that smelt really really good. She tipped it up to her lips, taking a taste, and her eyes widened as she took a little more of a sip, which turned into a gulp, and soon she'd finished off her cup. "That.. was pretty good," she said nodding. She watched Shannon building her fort for a minute or two, trying to decide how best to handle the situation... oddly, she was starting to feel tired too as she saw the other girl yawning. Nerissa checked her watch, it'd be nap time for two Little's shortly. As they worked, Shannon finished her bottle too. She kept working, but she slowed to a literal crawl, and began to yawn every so often. She looked back at Jackie, nodding. "Yeah! It's pretty good, I love my milkies..." Not having been used to drinking nearly as much as Shannon, the redhead was not used to its effects, and even as Shannon was crawling around, yawning around her thumb, Jackie had managed to nod off, her back against the wall. Shannon noticed this after she finally completed the fortress. She crawled over to Nerissa, giving her pant leg a small tug. "I think we need naps mommy..." she yawned, resting herself against Nerissa's leg. Nerissa closed her book, smiling at the two adorable girls. She scooped up Shannon first, "I think you're right hun, let’s get your stuffed animal and your pacifier, and we'll put you down for a nap in your crib," she smiled, bumping noses with Shannon lovingly. She carried the Little on her hip for a moment. bringing her back to the nursery and doing what she said, getting her pacifier and teddy bear before easing her down into her crib. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get Jackie and set up a nap mat in here, I don't think she'd like the crib," she said teasingly. Nerissa went back out into the playroom, scooping up the younger girl. She was out cold, the milk having hit her hard for the first time. Nerissa couldn't help a grin, she knew this girl would be consigned to diapers and being a baby soon. She brought her back into the nursery, setting up a mat on the floor and laying the girl with a blankie atop it. Shannon grinned sleepily as she watched, squeezing the teddy bear. It was nice to have a playmate, even if she was a little bit unfun sometimes with her ‘not a baby’ talk. Hopefully she'd stop insisting Shannon was a big girl. Shannon laid down, letting her eyes drift shut. The girls slept easily. A milk induced sleep was one free of stress. Shannon slept deeply and with wonderful dreams, hugging her teddy, occassionally sucking on her paci in her sleep. She rested so soundly, that the milk's effect didn't even wake her. Her bottom pushed out a warm mess into the back of her diaper just like a baby. And not far away from her, napping fitfully on the mat, Jackie wasn’t far behind. Her body processed the milk and her bladder released in her sleep, causing the ‘adult’ girl to soak her panties, dress and naptime blanket. At the girls woke up, it would be nothing out of the ordinary for Shannon. For Jackie though, she awake with a start, letting out a startled shriek as she realized what had happened to herself. The red head started to cry, not trying to be too loud and bring Nerissa. Shannon sat up in her crib, looking at the distressed girl across from her with a big wet spot. At first, it was a little hard to believe--she was such a big girl! But after a few seconds, Shannon tried to reassure her. "Don't worry--it's not that bad! I mean... well... I'll call Mommy and she'll clean you up! Mommy!!" she called out, watching the crying girl. Jackie hopped up, still crying and tripping over the blankets around her ankles for a second. She came over and tried to put her hands on Shannon to shush her and keep her from bringing the Amazon. It didn't help, a moment later Nerissa walked in with her long legs. "Oh, someone up from their nap? Smells like someone has a stinky diaper," she said smiling. Her eyes were quick to see the red headed girl next to the crib, with the wet spot on the back of her dress. Sensing this, Jackie let out an eep, backing away from Shannon. "Oops, looks like there was more than one accident during naptime," Nerissa said. She quietly shut and locked the door behind her, going for Shannon first to change her baby. Shannon lifted her arms up, giggling as she was lifted. She didn't seem to realize that Jackie didn't want Mommy to be called. Why not, after all? Did she want to stay in her wetness? That wasn't that weird for the home she supposed, but if she just said that to Nerissa, she'd understand! Or maybe it was that she was a big girl... or, well, apparently not! "Jackie hun, its okay, sometimes girl's have accidents. I'm not upset," she said in a calming and familiar manner that Shannon could almost recognize. "Let me take care of my baby here and we'll get you sorted. Jackie was too mortified to answer, hands covering her rear and backing herself around the crib so that she was always on the opposite side of Nerissa. Meanwhile the Amazon carried her baby, lovingly laying her down on the changing table and going through a routine diaper change for her. Wipes, rash cream, more powder, and a thick diaper later, Nerissa set the babygirl down on the floor. "Why don't you go get her for me," Nerissa said with a pat to her diapered bottom. "I think she's scared and embarrassed." Shannon nodded, crawling over to Jackie. "Jackie?" she asked, softly prodding the girl’s arm. "Mommy's all ready to clean you up... don't worry, it happens! If you really hate it, you gotta get clean and get it gone!" Jackie was reluctant a moment, looking at Shannon and resisting. "You're not a baby Shannon, you're not... and I didn't have an accident, she did something to me! I've never had an accident before like this," she whimpered. Nerissa could hear her of course, but she remained quiet a moment. Shannon shook her head. "Well--accidents happen! I am a baby, and if I didn’t have my diapers I’d make puddles everywhere!” She giggled. “Mommy’s really nice and she'll get you all squeaky clean." There was something innocent and truthful in Shannon's face, and slowly, unsuredly, Jackie came out, walking bowlegged with an obvious accident spot between her legs. It felt gross, and she did want to get cleaned up. She couldn't look at Nerissa as she was led over. "It's okay hun," the Amazon echoed her baby's statement, very proud of the girl for how she'd handled it. "I'll have you all cleaned up and right as rain. I bet you’re worried that I'm going to put you in a diaper huh? Well, I can, if that's what you want?" to which the red head quickly shook her head no, and Nerissa laughed, "I didn't think so. I don't have any clean panties in your size, I do have pull-ups though." The girl whimpered at that, but defeated as she was, there wasn’t much she could do. Nerissa helped her get cleaned up, having her stand as she carefully took some wipes and a small baggy to wad up the wet panties and short and put them in. The little didn’t let go of the baby’s hand the hold time. Shannon squeezed her hand back, smiling all the while. She was really glad to be of assistance! "See?" she sighed, softly resting herself against the changing table. "Mommy's really nice and stuff! She's only here to help." Freshly cleaned, with pull-ups under a short dress that was designed to be worn with shorts, Jackie was quick to excuse herself. Nerissa reassured her that if accidents do happen once more, and that it was okay, and if she needed help with future accidents that she knew where the home was. She also invited her back for lunch whenever she wanted it... The red head was quick to make any excuse she could and escape the place as soon as the nursery door was unlocked. Nerissa and Shannon watched her go. "I think she's a shy girl who needs some friends Shannon," Nerissa said, scooping up her baby girl, carrying her on a hip as she watched the little practically sprint down the front walk, her pull-up easily visible under her dress. Shannon nodded. "I wanna find her some time again! Maybe we could stop by the playground soon and see if she's ever there again?" Shannon rested herself against the amazon's chest, softly tugging at the bottom of her shirt. Nerissa grinned and began to unbutton her shirt, hugging Shannon close. "I think she'll be back some time. She looked like she really enjoyed that milk," Nerissa winked. Her bra was next to go, leaving the girl's pert chest bare before Shannon. She removed the babygirl's pacifier and moments later she was breastfeeding again. --------- Heyo, I'm reposting this after getting a few messages about it. I've slowly been working on a pseudo-sequal about Jackie. No date of release to announce, just 'sometime in the future'.

Add my voice to the other calls for Parent's Choice Fresh Scent. You won't find a baby wipe that smells so nostalgic anywhere else in the states

I also use parents choice wipes, have for at lest 2 years

Parents choice. Fresh scent. Plus they're thick enough to do a good clean up job. Real authentic are the Pampers wipes. They smell just like the Baby Dry diapers but cost way more.

I understand this so much. I’ve recently been dealing with my first family death. My grandfather passed away recently. We knew it was coming but it kinda happened quick. I got my all my Christmas cards from my relatives and usually I just kinda read them and then they sit around on my shelf until the next holiday. But when I had the stack and opened the one from my grandparents (I didn’t know who it was from until opening it) I cried simply because his name was still signed there. I knew it wasn’t his writing but still. Death sucks. It honestly does. And even when you think you’re better and in a good place, small things come back to hit you like a ton of bricks. Imo that’s worse than the initial mourning.

Wore my city print pull-on diaper today and ended up having to stop in to see my Doctor for a Migraine shot.... 3 shots in the bum, and when the nurse saw my undies she said "My husband would like those!" She only saw the top so probably didn't know it was a diaper, but I LoL'd

Mayhem lifts her veil to better see her captive. Her dark eyes shimmering and her lipstick dark to match her dress. The silk on her fingers is cool as she grips Quinn’s chin. She examines her prize, her silver trophy, eyes wandering appreciatively, seeing beyond her captive’s scars and jet use to the small, but well-structured woman beneath. A little training regime, strict diet of her choosing, and perhaps a trip to the Diamond City surgeon once she was more well behaved could get her once fearful police force paragon to be her diapered pet to look how she pleases. “Well, since you are just a little baby...” She sniggered glad the Shroud was settling into her surprising, but Mayhem had to admit, pleasingly proper role already so nicely. “I don’t think I should tell a little baby what happens to the human brain when my Canary sings, but I’ll let you in on your Mistress’s little secret...Dr. Brainwash was on to something before you snuffed him out in his prime.” Her grip tightened painfully, but then loosened once again. “After a little softening up I can control anyone from this very chair using that device. Even you, my soon to be babbling baby slave.” Her thumb strokes away Quinn’s leftover tears while her other hand wanders, daintily parting the back of the shroud’s costume farther to fondle the soaked weight of the diaper underneath, making sure to have the plastic panties crinkle prolonged and loudly with each deep press. “Curious, why you’re leaking into your panties, my little detective?” She whispers in Quinn’s ear with a chuckle, leaning forward during her examination, her hand releasing Quinn’s chin to pet her hair. Mayhem’s monitors remained within arms reach. “And I can feel it’s so soft inside.” She hummed, closing her eyes to imagine a scene. “I can see it now...I can take you on tour...Exclusive clubs of only the most elite in organized crime. Your Silver Shroud now pinned squarely between your legs as a diaper for the baby catching all your little widdles and soft smelly messies. You on your knees crawling and begging for your Mistress to allow you to earn a dirty diaper change from your big dumb mommy...” She pauses and chuckles darkly once again pulling back slightly to observe Quinn’s reactive body she felt through the costume. “I can tell you like this...” The Mistress wiggles Quinn’s chin between her fingers again and taps her nose. “Who would have thought the Shroud could be so easily degraded to this. In a dirty diaper no less. I think it’s time you learn how to earn a diaper change since so many are to come in your future. Don’t you want to make your dumb Mommy, and more importantly, your Mistress happy? You know what will happen if you don’t...” Mayhem leans far back, her legs widening more, and her finger is curled around a single sharpened tip of a claw polished to a shine. She drags it lightly between her legs slowly tugging and ripping the thin material of her panty hose to reveal herself dripping for her captured slave. The claw then reaches forwards and hooks under Quinn’s collar to pull her slowly and surely closer down.

Hailey giggled at Mike’s cute little burp. He was going to love being her baby. Hailey drove for a couple hours until she finally arrived at her home town. Alittle town just outside of Maine. Hailey looked back at miles when she pulled into her driveway. He was the cutest sleeping. Hailey got out the car and walked over to miles door and picked him up. Hailey daughter Claire was thirteen in the house waiting to meet her baby brothers when Hailey opened the door and brought miles in Claire ran over. “ mom he’s just the cutest baby brother every. Can I hold him “ Claire asked. Hailey laid miles on the couch. “ honey wait a minute let him wake up. It’s a new surroundings so he might be a little scared. “ Hailey said. “ miles baby wake up we’re home now and someone wants to meet you “

Lucy finds herself enjoying Mary's little giggles. They were cute and she found herself rather smitten despite her dislike for the girl. Maybe it was envy? Maybe it was her trying to hide her feelings? She wasn't sure? Even so she couldn't ignore the sensation she felt between her legs. "You should be careful dear," said Lucy, "drinking so fast like that isn't good for ones health." lectured the older woman eyeing up her rival with a wicked yet soft stare. She planned on taking Mary down but that didn't mean that she had to be horrible and cruel about it. She had meant to cruel earlier but now? Now that was losing its spark as new ideas formed in her mind on what to do with this delightful young woman that she had in her grasp. Lucy gently ran her hands through Mary's hair and smiled a little as the girl sat on her lap. She knew that Mary would piss over her giving the lack of going to the toilet and how much the girl had drank already. The wine was expensive and had 40% alcohol rather then the common 5% that the cheapest brands had. It was as strong as whiskey and rum. Lucy stayed silent but kept stroking Mary's hair as the girl pissed all over her and watched as the hot pee ran down Mary's legs onto her expensive carpet. Should she be mean? Or Kind? Or both? She wasn't sure but she wasn't going to be cruel. The thought of being cruel had left her minutes ago. Lucy stood up and held Mary tight against her, "Shh," hushed Lucy gently, "it's okay sweetheart it was only an accident and accidents happen to little girls don't they? And your just a little girl aren't you?" asked Lucy gently as she carefully rocked Mary and thought to herself for a moment, "Mhm....why don't we get you all cleaned up, huh? My poor darling." coo'd Lucy stroking Mary's hair and guiding her into her bedroom. Mary's room was next to her's, "I'm just going to help you get undressed for bed, alright sweetheart?" reassured Lucy gently stroking Mary's cheek before giving her a slight kiss on the lips that was short and simple nothing sexual at all but just enough to give comfort and to cause Mary to submit more to her and her control.

Mistress Mayhem busyed out pleasantly high pitched laughter. Only recovering with happy and haggard breaths suggesting she had been brought to tears by the scene below her. “Crying for your Mommy already my little Silver Swaddle? You poor little girl, we’ve barely even begun...” She cooed gleefully, her slim finger tracing around her captured nemesis’s colorful diaper on the monitor before her. “Tell me, Shroudy. How did you end up this way? Did the bough break and you fell straight into the cradle?” She tittered to herself. “Get whacked a little too hard too many times failing to put your new Mistress away for good?” She chortled triumphantly. Stone was physically hurt by Quinn’s cries. Her Mothering simulation wants to care for her, baby her, protect her, clean her up and change her diaper, and she was being forced to deny it. It was torturous. The pull of it, the pressure of it, like holding her breath slightly longer than comfortable, or not passing water when her bladder asked her to on a long patrol, no wonder her baby girl couldn’t be expected to do it. The impulse was so strong Stone tries once again to go to Quinn, but is stopped once again by the searing pain administered by her collar and she roars like a mother bear separated from her cub. “I-It’s me!” Stone loudly growled to the surveillance cameras surrounding them. “I-I’m her Mommy...” Stone panted heavily through gritted teeth at the floor. “I have to...go to her...please M-Mistress,” She swallowed her pride and looked to her poor helpless recruit. No, that wasn’t right, that was the mother talking, this was her Knight, she had to fight it. They both had to fight it. “Quinn, listen to me.” Stone swallowed hard and demanded her recruit’s attention. “Look at me. You have to be strong like the Shroud. What would the Shroud do?” “Grognak, really? A mother?” Mayhem butts in. “Is this some basic barbaric ritual? You adopt an adult to baby if you can’t find a proper mate? Pathetic. Neanderthal genetics went extinct for a reason, Groggy. Yes, yes. Now, what would the Shroud do?” The Mistress mocked through the intercom. “No pants, no gun. What are you going to do? Threaten me with your silver diaper pins instead? Ha! I’ve been looking at the reports of our past tussles, Shroud. Look around. I’ve displayed some of my favorites...” As Stone had seen earlier, the room had Shroud memorabilia that had been altered and placed purposefully by Mayhem. An action figure wore a cloth diaper now, specific marker colors added to show it used, Autographed pictures of the Shroud were graffitied, replacing the iconic silver machine gun with a silver rattle, Cigarettes turned to pacifiers, fedoras into bonnets, scarfs into bibs... ”You made a pretty penny off of these pictured representations of yourself in the past,” Mayhem explained. “Just think how much your photographed poopoo and peepee little diapees will fetch on the black market now?” She taunted. “You still have many enemies Shroud who will pay a particular price to see you properly put in your place, and if Grognak the Gorilla wants to stay and mother you so badly she can change your dirty diapers for me and sniff her filthy finger afterwards; that’s fine, but I want you to come to your Mistress first Shroud. I’m just up the stairs. If I smell anything fishy besides your stinky diaper you’ll have to call Grognak the Duster now to sweep up the ashes.” The room’s door clicked unlocked.

I once was mentioning diapers to some clerk (I'm not remembering the context at all) but I was quite surprised when she said "My boyfriend would be all over that." (Meaning he had diaper interests).

I'll fetch my tin foil hat.

I'm usually in diapers when pulling the goalie so........ I suppose it kinda depends on whats happening. If I'm wearing for the express purpose of self relief then the urge to wear disappears once the deed is done. However....if I'm wearing and the mood strikes then I'll still wear afterwards.....

Well, do you want YOUR passtime banned, hmmmm?? In the intolerant world we live in, those of us who form part of this community are very vulnerable to the "ban everything we don't understand and/or approve of brigade", so we really ought to avoid jumping on the bandwagon of rushing round proposing that this, that and the other should be banned. I have asked both of my horses, and neither of them seemed to be in favour of banning horse jumping ...

Sharp eyed readers will notice I've given the series a name change to better reflect the content of the story, but otherwise everything is still the same-- if you pledge $8 or more on Patreon, be sure to vote in our poll to determine what happen to Miley next! Also, be sure to check out my blog for more great stuff. Also, I'd like to say that you can definitely voice your opinion on the choices, even if you're not allowed to vote... I'd love to hear what everyone thinks regardless. Miley hesitated, her mind racing. She realized this would probably be her only opportunity to use the potty (apparently the only thing resembling a toilet she had even a hope of seeing right now)… but as she watched the other woman perch ridiculously atop an oversized children potty, farting and dumping without control, her cheeks bright red as she sat, panties at her ankles, one flatulent mess after another spattering loudly into the waterless depths below, she hesitated. Inside, the suppository was going to work, the urge to move her bowels were growing stronger with every moment-- but even the distant possibility of soiling herself seemed irrelevant to her at that moment… she simply couldn’t subject herself to that humiliation! With fury in her eyes, she looked right at Ms. Smythe and shook her head. Alice simply grinned fiendishly. “Very well,” she said, resuming her place behind the stroller. She said her goodbyes to her students and pushed Miley towards the door. As they exited the room. Miley’s belly made a strange gurgling sound… Miley clenched her butt-cheeks tightly against her rising desperation and wondered if she hadn’t made a mistake in not asking to use the potty before they left. “There’s just one more thing I need to show you, sweetie,” Ms Smythe said seriously, steering the stroller down a long hallway “and I want you to make sure you pay very close attention.” They entered another room, and Miley wasn’t surprised to see it was lined with cribs, changing tables, and diaper pails (which masked, but didn’t fully hide the omnipresent scent of wet and messy diapers.) “This is a very special place,” Ms. Smythe explained quietly. “It’s where we keep our most special residents,” she said ominously, rolling Miley into the room, until they were in front of one of the changing tables. Miley could see it was currently occupied by a young woman about her age, who was about to have a diaper changed by a sultry blond nurse in a uniform that hugged her curves and revealed her ample cleavage in a way that Miley was sure wasn’t regulation. “Good afternoon, Helga,” said Alice to the nurse, who flashed a perfect smile in their direction. “And to you, Ms Smythe,” she said pleasantly. “And who do we have here?” Helga asked with a grin, bending down to examine the occupant of the stroller. Miley blushed and looked away, unable to meet her gaze, self-conscious and embarrassed at being seen like this by such a mature, sexy woman. “This is our newest resident,” the head matron said. “I’ve brought Miley down here to the Newborn ward to she her what happens to girls who won’t cooperate.” “Well, I was just about to give this little stinky pants a much-needed messy pamper change!” The nurse baby talked, bending down to tickle the diaper clad woman’s tummy and make her squirm on the changing table. “Isn’t that right?” she asked rhetorically, baby talking and tickling her patient's stomach and drawing and anguished squeal from her charge. “Yes we are! Yes we are!” Nurse Helga gushed, reaching down to tear the front tapes of the diaper open. Miley watched in horrified fascination as the front panel were pealed down, revealing a gooey brown load within. “Phew-wee! ‘Tinky!” the lovely nurse said with exaggerated cuteness, fanning her face for dramatic effect. On the changing table, her charge wriggled and kicked ineffectually, and Miley could tell from the way she was moving that there was something wrong… her limbs were clumsy and heavy and she seemed to be unable to fully control them. There was something about the way she moved and her moaning and gurgling that struck Miley as genuinely infantile. “Take a good look, young lady,” the head matron said with a sneer. “This is what happens to naughty girls who don’t obey the rules-- they have their age-status set all the way back to ‘newborn.’” Miley looked on as the woman had her legs lifted to expose her rump, completely caked in thick brown poopy, as though she’d sat her bare bottom in mud. “Just imagine it,” Ms. Smythe said, not able to keep a sadistic quiver from her voice. “Having absolutely no control over your body-- unable to walk, talk, feed yourself… even sit up without the aid of someone else. Helplessly voiding your bladder and bowels before you even realize you have to go… being utterly dependent on others for literally everything… this is the fate that awaits troublemakers in this facility, young lady.” Miley listened to the lecture… and to the relish in Alice’s voice with a mounting dread… and beneath that, a horrifying, tickling arousal. Though she couldn’t admit it on a conscious level, the idea of being so rendered so utterly infantilized and absolutely helpless stirred her on a deep, primal level. She watched the remainder of the diaper change with a horrified fascination, imagining what it would be like to be such a helpless big baby, her pussy growing wetter by the minute. “I want you to remember this, darling… I know you’re used to special treatment, but here, your naughtiness won’t be tolerated. If you misbehave, we’ll set you all the way back, and you can serve out the remainder of your sentence as an Adult Newborn!” Ms. Smythe smiled, watching the nurse pass the cool baby-wipe up between her charge’s muddy butt-crack. “Come along,” Alice said at last, and she wheeled Miley out the door. By now, the suppository inside Miley had melted away, but it’s effects were becoming stronger by the moment-- inside, her guts cramped and bloated, and she found herself passing gas at irregular intervals, trying desperately to relieve the pressure inside her. But her efforts seemed in vain, and the more she tooted, the less relief it seemed to bring… on the contrary, she felt like each one was bringing her closer and closer to the inevitable accident. Miley couldn’t help but think back to the girl on the changing table… was a stinky, messy diaper change in her near future as well? “And here we are,” Ms. Smythe said pleasantly, wheeling Miley into the playroom… essentially, a giant daycare for adults, Miley realized grimly. About seven or eight other women sat on the floor in their onsies and sundresses, playing listlessly with a collection of plush animals, blocks and other assorted baby toys. From what Miley could tell, there were two people in charge: another shapely nurse with shiny black hair and a pretty blonde “school girl” who looked about her age, if not slightly younger. “I think you’ll be quite comfortable,” the head matron said with a smile. Miley farted nervously in response, her bowels bloating and cramping uncomfortably inside her. She knew that soon the urge would be unbearable… and uncontrollable. “Miley, this is Nurse Julie and one of our student helpers, Trxie,” Alice said, gesturing to each one in turn. Miley blushed and squirmed as they condescendingly introduced themselves… then gulped as Trixie flashed her a wicked smile. “They’re in charge here, so what they say goes. Now you play nicely with the other girls,” Ms. Smythe said, unbuckling her from the stroller. Miley breathed a sigh of relief when she was freed from the tight strap around her middle, but she was still in distress. Her bowels were working overtime, and she sweated and clenched her buttocks, trying desperately to control herself. “Here,” said Julie, taking Miley by the hand. “Why don’t you come and play with Ava?” the nurse said, leading her charge over to a pretty blonde girl who sat by herself, playing listlessly with some dolls in the corner of the room. Ava had a frilly white bonnet perched atop her head and knotted under her chin which matched her short, pink sundress, which had a large slit up the back that revealed almost the entirety of her bulging diapers and crinkly pink plastic pants. “This is our new student, Ava,” Nurse Julie said by way of introduction. “Why don’t you play nicely with Miley and make her feel welcome?” The girl blushed up at them, but she tried to smile invitingly for her new playmate. Miley sank very slowly, carefully to her knees near the girl, trying to keep her anus and butt-cheeks clenched tightly as possible to avoid embarrassing herself. She was successful… but how much longer could she maintain control? Miley found herself sucking her pacifier nervously, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. The nurse left them to their own devices, and (with an odd look Miley might have noticed if she wasn’t so occupied with her own struggles), Julie muttered an excuse about a “conference and trotted out into the hall behind the head matron. “Trixie, you’re in charge,” she called before she closed the door behind her. Miley took several deep breaths, trying to maintain her dignity… but her bowels were raging inside of her, the cramps and bloating were getting quite painful, and her gas was getting out of control; poor Miley was trying to hold it in around her fellow students, but she was unable to prevent herself from letting out a stead stream of poots-- quietly at first, then louder and louder, until finally she ripped a fart that was clearly audible. Blushing, she muttered a quick “’scuse me,” to Ava, who shrugged. “Believe me,” she said ominously, you get used to it awfully quick around here.” Miley managed to wince a smile, but inside her guts were boiling, contracting and expanding painfully. Her asshole was pulsating, involuntarily emitting foul bursts of hot gas at random intervals… and finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She looked up at Trixie and set her jaw, about to make her way over and ask to be taken to the potty when she heard Ava’s voice behind her: “Don’t do it,” she said. “Trust me-- stay out of Trixie’s way. She’s bad news.” “But I really gotta go!” Miley whined, bouncing in place. “Try and hold it until Julie gets back,” Ava said sagely. “Trust me-- even if you don’t make it, you’re much better off getting a dirty diaper change from Julie than you are getting yourself under Trixie’s thumb.” Miley listened to Ava, squirming uncomfortably, gazing between the innocent looking schoolgirl and the door. What should Miley do next? Ask Trixie to take her to the potty Try and wait for Nurse Julie Risk sneaking out of the nursery to find a potty/toilet Click here to take the poll.

Hm. It looks like I can use my vote. I can vote for you Eevee, since you tried so hard! (Unfortunately I can only do this once so I can't help anyone else out ;_;)

wowsers. Who pissed in your diaper? Or we could go back to 5-7 years ago when there were basically no ABDL producers at all, and everything was super expensive and crap quality. I'll take AB universe and their open communications and great product. Would rather not pay more, but I also want them to be around for years to come.

Several years before I retired, the government began a program of rewarding employers that employed disabled people; and my employer didn’t have as many disabled employees as the government thought was appropriate for an organization of our size. So I told my boss about my incontinence. However, it turned out that they couldn’t count me as being disabled because my disability wasn’t visible enough. I kid you not!

It is a phenomenally bad idea. If can only fail as it is an acronym that has been around for decades and it can only offput their core marketplace. It is truly daft.

Chapter six Amber stood, speechless, with her feet apart so that her wet pull up pressed as little as possible on her crotch. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. For a moment, nobody said anything. The silence was broken by Danny laughing hysterically. “I can’t believe she actually did it!” he blurted out. “Well, she has,” said Sam, “and you know what that means. Daisy, go and get the stuff.” “I’m not sure we should…” said Daisy, hesitating. Amber’s heart was pounding. What could they possibly have in store for her now? Daisy came back into the room with a large carrier bag, and passed it over to Sam wordlessly. Sam looked inside, seemed satisfied with the contents, and turned her attention back to Amber. “Lie down on the floor,” said Sam. Amber made the most of the opportunity to cover up, and laid herself face-down on the floor. “On your back, silly,” said Daisy. “Why?” said Amber as she turned over. She didn’t see the point in arguing anymore. She’d let things go so far that backing out now would be unthinkable. “So that we can get you into a fresh nappy. Or do you like the way this one feels?” asked Sam. As she asked, she squeezed the crotch of Amber’s pull up. “No,” said Amber. “No what?” asked Sam. “I don’t like how it feels.” “How what feels?” asked Sam. Amber realised that Sam wanted her to say something embarrassing in front of Danny and Daisy. “I don’t like the way my wet nappy feels,” said Amber, which elicited fresh giggles from Danny and a look of sympathy from Daisy. “Silly little girl. You’re not wearing a nappy,” said Sam. “That’s a pull up. These are nappies.” She pulled a package out of the carrier bag and Amber saw exactly what she meant. She had been incredibly embarrassed when Danny had slid the pull up over her legs, but at least that was how they went on, like regular knickers even if they didn’t look the part. They could also be pulled down, because in a pull up you were expected to try to get to the toilet. The nappies that were being shown to her now were clearly for people with no hope of getting to the toilet. They had tapes on the sides, just like the ones a real baby would wear. “Please, can I have another pull up? Please don’t make me wear a nappy,” pleaded Amber. The words were out of her mouth before she realised that she had any intention to beg. If you had told her yesterday that she would be begging to wear a children’s pull up, she would have laughed at you. “We did try you on pull ups sweetheart,” said Sam, “but you weren’t grown up enough for them, were you?” Sam gave the crotch of the pull up another squeeze, before getting down to business. She didn’t take the pull up down Amber’s legs, but ripped the sides instead. Amber realised that the sides were designed for just that purpose, so that girls who wet themselves could be changed easily. Sam slipped it out from under her, leaving her completely exposed. Next, Sam retrieved a pack of baby wipes from the carrier bag, and used them to wipe down Amber’s pussy and arse. She did it surprisingly gently, but the wipes still felt cold to Amber. Next came the dreaded nappy. Amber started to cry fresh tears as Sam unfolded it. She felt Sam grab her ankles and raise them up, exposing her recently spanked bottom as the nappy was slid under her. Amber was convinced that Sam would tape her into the nappy and that they would be done, but Sam reached into the bag and retrieved a bottle of baby powder. She started liberally sprinkling it on Amber’s hairless crotch. “You know, Amber, you might want to try not to use this nappy. You see, next time you need to be changed, it’s Danny’s turn,” said Sam. Amber couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Surely Sam couldn’t really expect her to let Danny change her nappy? As she was thinking this, Amber didn’t notice that Sam had opened a little silver package. She did, however, feel an intrusion when Sam placed the contents into her bum, pushing it in as far as she could with her finger. “What are you doing?” screamed Amber. “Oh, does the baby not like taking her medicine?” asked Sam, as she pushed the glycerine suppository into Amber’s back passage.

One word of caution If you're wearing a skirt for example, be careful when walking around stores in very overloaded soggy diaper. If for any reason there is a small tear, or the plastic is not manufactured perfect, the weight of the diaper could end up ripping and dropping all the white pulp on the the store floor. It would be so embarrassing if there were people walking around you. So unless you're wearing shorts or pants which have some support by the center where the legs meet, an open skirt can be risky if wetting too much.

Trebek is 77 years old... so he probably does.

You might need to re-think those pants.

I second this! I'll also add have a job, roof over my head, food, internet and my favorite MMO, Final Fantasy XIV and a few people I'll at least for the moment, call friends, who have convinced me to hang out with them Christmas night (No family get together this year so all alone) and have a few beers or whatever, which I haven't had the time to do. (They're regular customers at the gas station I work at).

Yay for vaporizers! And tasty tasty edibles.

Being incontinent sittting in a wet diaper is just a fact of life, but it's not something I mind. Acutall I think my buts so used to being wet it doesn't notice anymore. "oh to be warm an squishy now that is is spring"

That my wife was more in to it. o wait it depends on me to dance for her then I get money in my belt eeerrr pull up waistband. Also, she feels me and starts masturbating me.