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The Shoot. The big day came. Kate and Liz were up before me, which was unusual, and were chattering nineteen to the dozen when I went into their room. They were already half-dressed and in deep discussion about the other halves. I managed to add some professional advice; it didn't matter how fashionable you looked when arriving at the studio, as long as it was clean. Better to take things that could be taken off and replaced easily, because you would be changing as soon as you got there, and have to dress before you returned. Better to take something that would withstand the various cosmetics which would be applied, although as I said it I bit my lip - I wasn't going to have my kids sexualised with a load of make-up, they were too young for that. Underwear must be plain, and spotlessly clean. Shoes should be slip-on, and quickly removable. The twins listened avidly; they didn't appreciate just how much hard work they were letting themselves in for. I checked the nappy pail before I left, but made no comment - if the girls had been dry, they would have wasted no time in telling me, and if they had been wet then I wouldn't remark on it. It was just part of the deal. For a moment I assessed the distance we had to drive, but concluded it was much too short to qualify as a Nappy Trip, and so made no demands in that respect. It was to be the girls' day. I had told Julian about Helen's offer and his eyes had gleamed. I managed to keep him from applying the full contractual arrangements, but an exchange of letters had laid out the ground rules, and avoided a few pitfalls. The girls were going to model Helen's creations for advertising purposes, and were to receive some payment and a few clothes in return. I didn't want the girls to be commercialised or sexualised, I just wanted to help my friend and let the girls have some fun. With the girls safely in their seats, and chattering away, I navigated the early morning London traffic to the studio. It was only when I got there that I realised I had forgotten the changing bag - usually an essential for a long day out. Never mind - the girls could manage school without accidents, and I would just have to remind them to go every hour or so. Not a problem. Not having had all that much to do with Helen's firm for some years, I was expecting a semi-amateurish back-street studio with an informal make-do-and-mend approach, but I was mistaken; Helen had prospered in those years and now demanded a high standard, so the studio was large, well equipped and professionally staffed. The girls were swept away by hairdressers and makeup artists and duly returned looking exactly like my daughters - only much more so. I fluttered uselessly behind the camera as the photographer gave them his expert direction and the girls lapped it up. I would have liked to assume that they had got it from me, but then realised that they had studied me much more intensely than I ever thought possible. The day went with a swing, and Helen's new range of children's clothing was modelled and photographed from every angle and in every way possible. There's nothing like a pair of identical twins, and twovery pretty girls at that, to make a good product photograph. In late afternoon the photography backup staff began to disappear, and it was up to a handful of us to get to the final set of clothing. This was the bit I had been dreading, and I suspect Helen had known it might be so and had left to the last - if there was a scene, then it was best had at the end of the day than at the beginning. Helen, an enthusiastic Greenie, had spotted a hole in the market for older children who suffered from the same problem as my daughters did, and had developed a range of PUL washable nappies to fill that hole. I had argued that the market sector was very small, but she said she though tit was worth exploiting, and small runs of specialist clothes were where she made her money. I shrugged and agreed. I was fearing a strong reaction from my girls, who were easy to reason with, but sheer hell in an argument. They would stand up for each other and defend their ground to the bitter end, in a manner which would have won the approval of their piratical Sinclair ancestors, but could be a bit much in the family home. It was with great trepidation when Helen produced the nappies and explained what they were and why she was producing them. I braced myself for the explosion, but was amazed when the girls examined the garments with enthusiasm, and began to ask technical questions. Helen had to explain that treating the nappies in a tumble drier could seal the needle holes from the stitching, and that the cloth outers were just that - real cloth, and could be made in bright colours and patterns. I was further astonished when Liz and Kate both changed themselves into them without help or prompting and began to parade and pose in them with hoots of laughter. Helen certainly hadn't spared the soakers and there was obviously plenty of absorbency there to pad them out. I felt a twinge of nostalgia for the well-rounded bottoms, so different from the clinical squares of disposable nappies, and my feelings were reinforced by the pronounced waddle which was induced by the thickness of the soakers between their legs. I admit that from time to time, when I had put the girls to bed well padded-out in terry nappies, I had found the sight of the big thickly-nappied bottoms had been quite delightful. The difficulty of walking when so thickly nappied had the additional advantage of keeping them abed when necessary. Now, it seemed, Kate and Liz were actively playing it up, striking "Grecian bend" poses and even doing a certain amount of twerking - although where they had learned that I shuddered to think. As I watched my daughters playing in their nappies without a care in the world, I began to envy them. I recalled the days when I was in nappies, and playing in the garden at Pembroke, feeling the pillow between my legs and grateful for the security it offered. I no longer had to fear the sudden urgent pangs that would come uninvited, I no longer had to remember the quick route to the toilet, or make sudden excuses; I was in nappies, and was expected to wet them at some point during the afternoon, and I knew nothing would be said. When it came, it came, and I would carry on playing without interruption, enjoying the relief as the warm wetness trickled down between my legs and puddled underneath me. My nappy would be checked from time to time, and if it was wet, I would be changed then and there on the lawn; clean dry nappies and pants were always to hand in the laundry room. No one minded that I was still in nappies at eight years old and should have known better, no one commented on the fact that I went to school without nappies and had to visit the toilets between each class. This was the weekend, it was summer, and I was allowed to relax and enjoy myself in Granma's very private garden, wearing just a T-shirt to cover my top, and a nappy and pants on my bottom, although Granma preferred me to wear sundress with frilly over pants, or at least a romper, which allowed me to play on the slide or swing without any fear of my nappy coming down or my plastic pants wearing through. Sometimes I would wake from an afternoon nap on the garden sofa to find a clean dry nappy laying ready-folded beside me in mute accusation. I didn't even realise I was wet, but Granma had just expected it. I would lie there, yawning and stretching while my nappy was changed; I would lift my bottom on command, but I was not supposed to meddle with my nappy as she wrapped it around me and pinned it. Once changed I was free to run - as best as I could - and play freely again. Tea-time would be heralded by Granma appearing with a fresh nappy and pants for me so I would be comfortable at the meal. I never told her that I was quite comfortable in my wet nappy and, even if I protested there was no real need, she would change me anyway, so I would be comfortable during the meal and able to enjoy the cakes that she had cooked. Those were the days! The photographer was obviously enjoying having two pretty kids who were keen to pose and preen for him - they had certainly got the hang of it, and the session overran by a good hour. When we finally finished I took a look out of the studio's only window and was horrified to see that it had started to snow heavily. It wasn't such a problem for me, as we had the big Range Rover and it could cope, but the rush hour was upon us and that would mean traffic chaos as so many inexperienced drivers would grind though the snow at the lowest possible speed and hold everybody up. I shooed the girls back the changing room and told them to be as quick as possible. Once their overcoats were on, I shepherded the girls out of the studio and through the thin snow back to the car. I let them strap themselves into their seats in the back while I involved myself with the heating and demisting, not even listening to their chatter as they replayed every scene and every outfit. The traffic was as dreadful as I had feared it would be; snow is quite rare in England, and we never seem to be prepared, although I was well experienced in driving on it from our skiing trips, and had little patience for the exaggerated timidity of the other drivers. We managed, after much creeping and crawling, to get onto the motorway and pick up some speed, but suddenly there was a flare of brake lights ahead, and all the lanes rapidly came to a stop. I sat there, muttering at the traffic, and watching the blue lights coming up the hard shoulder from behind. Police, Ambulance, Fire Brigade, it was obvious that somebody had seriously lost it up ahead, and I switched the engine off. We might be here for some time. I checked the girls. They were enjoying the snow, and tackling one of the great philosophical questions of the time; "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" I left them to it, and tried to plot a diversion that would take me around the jam. There were simply no options. The motorway was banked and ditched, and we were boxed in by traffic, so we had no option but to wait and watch the snow getting deeper and deeper. Something was missing. It had gone very quiet in the car. Then a still small voice came from behind me. "Muumm?" "Yes Liz." I replied, dreading the next words, "What do you want?" "Muuumm, is there a toilet anywhere near?" I looked around. Nothing. Just a snowy embankment leading down to a water-filled ditch, then a hawthorn hedge and empty, snow covered fields stretching as far as I could see in the blizzard. About a hundred yards. The rest was a solid bank of cars, full of people looking out miserably. No toilet, no hope. "No dear, I don't think so. Can't you hold it?" No reply. I thought it through. An accident on the leather upholstery of our new car. Those child seats wouldn't contain it. Matt would be livid. We would have a major cleaning job, and would probably never get rid of the smell. Worse still, the thought had set something off in me, and I wanted to go. It had always been my weakness, and now it was asserting itself. I looked out again. There was nowhere, and if I went in public everybody would see and they all had mobiles with cameras. It would be all over the internet. Either that, or all over the car. I was getting desperate. I looked in the side pocket to see if there were any plastic bags tucked in there, but the car was new and none had accumulated. This was getting desperate. On the brink of panic I saw brake lights coming on again ahead, and car exhausts began emitting smoke. The traffic was beginning to move again, and there was just a chance of some kind of relief ahead. We crept past the wrecks of two cars and a lorry, and began to accelerate again. I glanced in the mirror and spoke to the girls. "Can you hold on a bit longer, we'll soon be there!". Silence. "Are you alright back there, we'll soon find a toilet!" Finally a reply came, quietly, from Kate. "Don't worry Mum, it doesn't matter any more." "Oh God! Have you had an accident in the seat." "No, Mum. I did it in my nappy." "What nappy?" "The ones we were wearing at the shoot. I asked Helen if we could keep them, and she said Yes, so we kept them on." I felt my jaw drop. It was quite improper to take the clothes home. Even if it was allowed it was quite ridiculous for the girls to select the nappies to take; there had been so many beautiful clothes there that they had modelled. It made no sense. With trepidation I asked Liz. "And what have you done, Liz?" "I've wet my nappy too, Mum, it seemed like the best thing to do." That left me. I found that the sense of urgency had declined sharply, but when I thought of the girls and their solution I couldn't help thinking I would have liked to be able to do the same. As it was, I gritted my teeth and headed for home. Matt was waiting at the door. Unusually he had got home first and had been quite worried by the weather and the radio reporting the crash on the motorway. I gave him a brief kiss, and brushed quickly past to the toilet. He had known me long enough to understand. My next job should have been to change the twins, but I decided to call Helen first. I was worried that the girls had taken the nappies without permission. I managed to get through on her mobile, and found she too was stuck in a traffic jam. She out my mind at rest by telling me she had indeed given the girls permission to keep the nappies, but had been surprised when they decided to wear them home. I told her they had been useful, if not to say essential, and we both had a good laugh over it. I told her that I could have done with one myself , and she laughed again and then said "Why not?". I thought for a moment. She knew me very well indeed, and she was right - the temptation was severe. There was an awkward silence. Oscar Wilde said that he only way to get rid of a temptation was to give in to it. "Why not indeed?" I replied, "I really liked that maroon colour..."

4) The ride home was less dramatic than the ride to the party had been. No unusual elf-woman sharing her seat, for starters. But it didn’t matter. Stephanie had a lot to think about. The choices that the woman had laid out were certainly tempting. With the first choice, the money saved alone on not having to buy diapers would make a world of difference to her, not to mention the freedom of not having to wear them. With the second, well, who doesn’t want to see the road not traveled, she thought? But see it, not necessarily live it. What if it were not a life she’d want? Well, this one isn’t a life I want anyway, except for my friends. My friends. How could she just give up her friends? And her cat! Willow suddenly popped into her mind. Until this moment she hadn’t realized either of the drastic choices would mean she’d no longer have Willow! Well, maybe we’d end up together anyway. Who knows? But even as she thought it, she knew it was a silly notion. Choosing either of options two or three, the ones her friends thought she should choose, would lose all of them. If any of this even means anything. If she was even an elf. She shook her head, hardly believing she was realistically thinking that thought. It was the most insane idea she’d ever entertained before; was she losing her mind? Well, if I am, so are my friends, she thought, as the train rolled into her station. Bundled up in her faux fur and a scarf tied over her face, Stephanie almost missed the pile of rags and cardboard tucked into a break between the buildings. The cardboard offered privacy and acted as a break for any wind that came directly from the east, as the buildings effectively blocked all other directions. Another homeless person outside on a night like this. It was heartbreaking. And it became all the more heartbreaking when she noticed the green boot extending slightly outside of the ragged blanket under the cardboard lean-to. The same woman. There must have been no room at the shelter, or she didn’t even try to go. And this is her life: days begging for what she can get and nights sleeping between buildings in the cold. A tear ran down Stephanie’s cheek and she instinctively reached up to wipe it before it could freeze. What did she do to deserve this? she thought. There was nothing she could do to help the woman now, so she crossed the street and headed back to her condo. Where I’ll be safe and warm, she thought. *************** *************** *************** *************** She sat on her sofa with a glass of wine. Drinking way too much tonight. It was a problem, but she was home and alone, so she didn’t need to worry about anything. She did need to think, though. She had a decision to make; her mind should be clear. But it’s OK, she thought. The eggnog was really weak; it’s already worn off. When it came right down to it, though, the choice was simple: in for a penny; easy peasy. If she was going to reset her life, she might as well be the one with some agency in it, making all of the conscious decisions that would determine what that life would consist of. The “road not taken” option ultimately was a crapshoot, she thought. But a hard reset at age thirteen would leave all roads untaken; she could decide for herself. “Maybe I won’t ever meet you, Willow,” she said to the cat. “Maybe you’ll be adopted by someone else and live with them and give all of your purring and love to them.” The cat rubbed her face against Stephanie’s arm. “Yeah, you’re sweet, that’s for sure. No question if I’m somewhere else tomorrow morning you’ll be fine. I’d say I’ll miss you, but I’m not sure I’ll remember. I don’t know; maybe I will.” For the first time, she realized she didn’t know if she’d be heading back into her life or just becoming younger today. Assuming it was true, She decided it had to be her own life. Santa must realize the other way would create enormous complications. A child alone? And she really didn’t know if she’d remember things. Guess I’ll find out, she chuckled. Or not. It was a bit ironic, she thought. The last time she was thirteen years old, she’d lost her faith in Santa Claus. Now she might relive that age because of him. Did my thirteen-year-old self even know what irony is? She stared across the room at her small Christmas tree, decorated with ornaments from her childhood and from what thus far had been her adulthood. With a few sips of the wine in her, she felt the warmth radiating from the tree’s light. Stephanie loved Christmas trees; they brought back the magic she had lost so long ago. Maybe I’ve found it again? she wondered. This had all started with a letter to Santa so many years ago. Wouldn’t it be perfect to bring it full circle and write a new letter? She got up and found some paper and a pen before returning to the sofa. Laying the paper on the coffee table, she began to write: Dear Santa, Thank you for this opportunity. I have decided to take the third option and return to seventh grade to start again in the hopes that the decisions I will make might lead my life in a different and more fulfilling direction. She stopped. What was she doing? She rose from the sofa and walked to the large front window. Looking down, she could see the train station across the street. She couldn’t make anything out in the shadow between the buildings, but she knew the homeless woman was there, sleeping in the chill. I need a different direction in my life? God, all I am is bored! She’s starving and freezing! Still uncertain about any of this, Stephanie Alder returned to her table and took a large sip of her wine. Then she crumpled up her letter and started a new one. Dear Santa, Thank you so much for the opportunity you offered me. I don’t know if this is possible, but if it is could you please take Option 2 and apply it to the homeless woman who sleeps in the alleyway near the train station? It seems to me that, if anyone needs to discover what the road not taken would have been like, it’s someone like her. Thank you, Stephanie A She picked up the letter and read it through. Satisfied, she folded it, wrote “To Santa” on it, and placed it under the tree before downing the rest of her wine and heading to bed. ***************** ***************** ****************** In the morning, Stephanie awoke with the oddest sensation she had ever felt: she needed to go to the bathroom. It was a fairly strong urge, and she understood it for what it was though she had never known it before. When she took her diaper off, she was stunned to see that, for the first time ever, it was dry. What’s going on here? Confused, she quickly did her business and taped the unused diaper back on before getting dressed for work, shooing Willow off of her bed as she sat down to put on her clothes. “No, baby: I need that spot.” The little cat jumped right back onto the bed, but this time stayed a couple of feet away as it curled up, allowing Stephanie to get read and go outside. The homeless woman wasn’t in her usual place—maybe she went to the shelter after all—and Stephanie’s ride into work was unmarred by any miraculous beings engaging her in conversation. When she got there, all three of her friends met her in the break room. “What gives?” Gemma said. “I knew as soon as I woke up that it was either all a fraud or you chose Option 1.” Stephanie smiled. “I honestly don’t know. I mean I didn’t choose Option 1. I didn’t choose any option, not for myself.” She explained to her friends about the homeless woman and about how her morning had been going. “So you’re not incontinent any more?” Jess asked her. Stephanie rolled her eyes. “I woke up dry, that’s all. It was weird, but a coincidence. Besides, I didn’t even ask for anything. And if I had I was going to ask for Option 3.” “Yeah,” Mandy said. “Makes sense. Start over so you can control what happens.” “Something like that. I’d have missed you guys, though. Do you think you could have befriended a little kid?” Gemma smiled. “If she was you? Of course!” Jess interrupted. “We’d better get out there. They said we’d be getting a visitor from upstairs today. We don’t want to look lazy.” “True that,” Gemma said. She raised her cup. “Welcome back, Stephanie. It’s like you never left!” Everyone clinked cups and headed out to their cubicles. About an hour later, Stephanie looked up to find her immediate superior, Bella, standing there. “You look busy,” Bella said. Stephanie smiled. “I’m always busy.” “That’s actually what I’d like to talk with you about. Could you step into my office for a few minutes?” Stephanie was apprehensive. Had she done something wrong? She may not like this job but she certainly couldn’t afford to be let go. Still, she didn’t allow her concern to show on her face. Smiling, she followed Bella into her office. To her surprise, there was someone else already there, and older woman, sharply dressed, with close-cropped brunette hair. She was a very attractive woman, but there was something a bit odd about her that Stephanie could not place. “Stephanie Alder, this is Lauren Neumaier, one of our Vice Presidents of Human Resources. You probably haven’t had the opportunity to talk with her before, but she has asked to see you.” Human Resources. They are letting me go. Shit! Lauren Neumaier held out her hand with a smile, which confused Stephanie. “Please sit down,” she said. Once everyone was seated, it was Lauren who began. “You’ve been on my radar for a long time, Stephanie. Most of the people down here do their jobs and go home. I don’t blame them; we all know that this work is pretty uninspiring.” Stephanie didn’t know if she should agree with that or not, so she kept quiet. “You, on the other hand: well, you may find it just as boring as everyone else does, for all I know, but you approach it with enthusiasm. You even stay late when there is an especially difficult case to deal with.” Bellamy. She’s talking about Bellamy. I’m not being fired after all. “We were all impressed with the work you did on the Bellamy case. The account manager and three others before you had missed that error, and it could have cost the firm millions.” Stephanie’s face reddened. “It was just my job, what I do.” “Yes,” Lauren agreed. “But you do it very, very well. I started watching you then and I’ve noticed that you’ve caught several other, smaller errors as well. Individually they are not Bellamy, but together they’d have amounted to even more. You’re very good, Stephanie, and you deserve a reward.” Bella, from behind her desk, interjected at this point. “Mrs. Neumaier would like to offer you the position of junior account manager. It comes with an office, your own accounts, and of course a pretty significant raise.” Lauren, whose attention had gone to Bella, turned back to Stephanie. “Are you interested?” Stephanie was almost in a state of shock. Her dead-end job was over? She might be doing much more interesting things with her numbers than merely checking them over for errors? Of course she was interested! “Yes! I mean, yes, I’d love to accept that offer.” Both of the other women smiled. Lauren stood up and said, “Great! You’ll begin Monday. Find me on 23 and I’ll get you situated.” As Stephanie stood and shook the woman’s hand, she suddenly realized what was unusual about Lauren Neumaier: she had different colored eyes, one green and one very nearly amber. Stephanie stared at her as she walked away. That’s impossible. “Stephanie?” Bella’s voice sounded as if it was in a fog. “Stephanie?” She suddenly turned back to her boss...at least for today. “Oh, sorry. Lost in thought there.” “Well, I can hardly blame you. Congratulations! Why don’t you use today to clear out anything you can. We won’t send you anything new. If there are still things left by, say, 4:00, let me know and I’ll shift them to someone else so you can clear out your desk and stuff and then enjoy the weekend. OK?” Stephanie nodded. “Thanks, Bella,” she said, and headed back onto the floor.

I have some mixed feelings about this, though the more I think about it the more I side with ABU. On the one hand, having a trademark for the word "space" as it pertains to an adult diaper brand seems ridiculous. That's a pretty strong feeling at first, too. After all, it seems pretty laughable that someone would/could trademark a word in their diaper branding. On the other hand, though, ABU doesn't have a trademark on the concept of space, or on all space-themed diapers. As people on that Reddit thread have pointed out (Casey Storm himself, iirc), Tykables could have named their new diaper "cub cadets," kept the design the exact same, and it would have been 100% okay. I'm sure that there are plenty of cutsey names that you could come up with that are space-themed but that don't have the word "space" in them. Also, as Casey mentioned, they're in a spot where their choices are to either: i) enforce their trademark, or ii) relinquish their trademark (because that's how trademarks work, enforce it or lose it). Lastly, it's important to note that when you look at the Huggies and Pampers diaper lines, you don't see a lot of any repeat words. So this seems to be an industry standard, and I don't think that ABU is out of line. Also, nobody contested the trademark. ABU has a trademark fair and square, even if you don't think that they should have gotten it in the first place, this is still a fact that we have to face. Also, I don't have a whole lot of sympathy for the legal actions that Tykables brings upon itself. I've tried and somewhat enjoyed the Tykables diapers (I got a lil too fat for them, so I started using the extras in my stash to diaper a big plush of mine =p), but they seem to always be taking on a lot of heat. There was the change from Snuggies to Tykables way-back-when, then there was a fair amount of drama when Tykables opened up their brick-and-mortar store in the Chicago area. So they have a history of taking some heat. This, in tandem with the fact that ABU sent them a perfectly polite and friendly email to which they did not respond, gives me little sympathy for whatever happens to Tykabels in court (assuming that what happens is bad for Tykables). So, at first glance, this seems totally ridiculous but honestly, I side with ABU in this matter. I hope, though, that they're able to reach a compromise before any serious action is taken.

Our daughter moved back in. It felt weird we had been on our own for over 2 years. First night back we decided to just get diapered before going to bed we felt that we can't have sex with our daughter in the other room. I felt like the first time we went to her parents house even though we were married, there was no way in hell we were going to have sex! I knew it was a mental block. We had had sex when the crib that she had slept in was in the room with us. It's was just now she would know what the hell we were doing . I heard Brenda sleeping and knew that nothing was going to happen now! Soon after I also fell asleep. I was having that dream where your going to work naked, but I wasn't naked I had a diaper on. Just a diaper. At first I was totally embarrassed! The surprising thing was nobody seemed to care it was like "We always knew you needed em!" If they weren't embarrassed by a guy my age wearing only a diaper and now I knew a wet one at that. Why should I? I heard a screech or a scream! It awakened me! I saw Brenda ask "Did you hear it as well?" "Yeah!" I said, then Brenda's eyes got big, "Melissa!" She jumped grabbing her robe as she ran across the hall. I was right behind her putting my robe on. Melissa was crying, sobbing was more like it. Brenda and I both asked at the same time "What's wrong?" "Mommy, Daddy I wet my bed just like when I was younger!" Brenda cuddled her and Melissa sobbed into her shoulder. "It's okay, It's okay!" Brenda patted her on the back. "Why now?" Melissa asked? Brenda told her "You're probably stressed out over your marriage not working right now!" "You really think it's that?" Asked Melissa? "Yeah, she said stress can cause you to wet. Didn't I ever tell you about my Freshman year of college?" "No?" Said Melissa. "During finals week I wet my bed twice, I hadn't wet my bed since I was a kid and in one week I had wet my bed twice I thought I was becoming a bedwetter again.. The fact that my roommate had wet her bed as well. She wasn't a bedwetter either! She went to the heath unit and they told her it was probably stress she hadn't been the only one showing up every year they get, "flooded" our pun, with students, boys and girls wetting their beds it goes away after finals. The doctor she had said it happened to me! It's just stress. She told me. We found out each other had wet. She was right soon as finals were over so was our bedwetting. They returned for me the next semester. Not at all until my senior year finals. Then once. That was it." "So you think that it's because Brian and I are separated?" "I'd be willing to bet on it!" Said Brenda! She helped Melissa get cleaned up I got to deal with her wet bed. All the time I was changing sheets and things, I wondered how Melissa would react if she found out both her parents were becoming bedwetters again? How she she would react if she found out we both liked wetting our bed? I for one wasn't about to blab about it. They came back in Melissa was wearing a towel only it covered most of her chest area, unfortunately I saw more butt cheek than I cared to on my own daughter. Melissa came and kissed me. "Sorry to hear your wetting your bed as well Daddy. Mommy told me! Dont worry mommy is going to diaper me as well so I won't get the bed wet if I wet it again." Dammit I thought why did she have to say anything? I was pissed, to say the least I went back in and went to bed I puffed up my pillow by slugging it! Brenda came back in and saw me, we had been married long enough, she knew! "Just to let you know I wasn't going to tell her. My robe rode up while I was bathing her she saw my wet yellowed diaper. I told her that I had incontinence now from having kids. She asked how you felt about me wetting my bed again? That's when I told her after you tore your knee up. You had a hard time getting to the toilet so we started diapering you to stop you from having accidents, you lost control and now wet your bed as well she said poor Daddy! She knows nothing about our kinks. NOTHING!"

Completely agreed, ABUniverse diapers are very unique, impossible to mistake (for me and you anyways)

For it didn't start out that way but do to growing up with double incontinence between all the doctors and having my diapers changed I came across some that started giving me sex so I started to enjoying it and associated my diapers with sex

I agree. I'm a little disappointed in Tykables (given it's my favorite diaper!) for being so unprofessional about it, but the whole thing is so stupid. "People will get confused." Dude I can spot an ABU diaper at 40 paces. No one in this community is going to get confused.

12.) "I have a new thing for you to listen to to help you sleep. Can you listen to it and tell me how you feel compared to the other one?" We were in the bedroom, getting ready for sleep. Ginger had gone home. I didn't know what was on this player, I didn't know how it differed from the first. But Ginger had promised me that it would help with my finacée’s bolder, more prideful behaviors. "It's pink." I held the little MP3 player in my hand. It was different to the other one. It wasn't Remy's MP3 player... "Where did you get this stuff anyway? Why am I even listening to these things?" I'd been listening to them every night because they helped me get to sleep, but I still wasn't even sure why I was doing it. And now this pink one shows up? "It's a product for a client, remember? I told you that it was and you said you wanted to help. And it helps me, and you want to help me." Directions and statements. I couldn't put my finger on how she'd changed or the degree of change itself. But it was certainly nice to see her here like this, not arguing with everything I said. "I know, but how does it help? I'm just listening to ocean waves? And who is this client anyway? And what's this stuff even for?" Questioning things. I hadn't done that in a while. But it certainly was my usual way of handling things. How had I gone so long listening to this stuff without questioning it? "And whose MP3 player is this?" "It's just one from work, we get sponsored stuff all the time, big bags of pens, and USB hubs, MP3 players." She was starting to argue with me, and I turned to her and used a sterner tone, putting my hand behind her head to gently play with her hair as I looked down into her big wide eyes. "It helps me, and thats what matters,. I can have Ginger listen to it instead of you prefer? She likes to help me; I thought you did too." That struck a chord. I looked up at him with building frustration and shoved him away from me. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it! I will! I was just... wondering..." I stormed off to the bed with the MP3 player in my hand and grabbed my good headphones out of the bedside table. This one didn't have its own headphones with it so I figured I could use whatever ones I wanted. Before my fiancé could bring up Ginger's name again, I already had the headphones on and the file playing. Well that was easier than expected. She laid down on the bed and I went to brush my teeth. By the time I got back, she was looking far away with her eyelids hooded, and I wondered just what was on the player this time. Soft sounds of nature, I imagined, but I wasn't dumb - I knew by now that there was something else to the files that Ginger wasn't telling me. The worry and concern went away quickly, though, as I watched my fiancée close her eyes.

Who gave them that copyright? So any time someone uses space print, they have to call it something else now? Wow

Chapter Nineteen "Are you ready for your surprise, my precious Little girl?" "Yes, mommy!" Aimee snuggled warmly in her new mommy's arms, her grin stretching from ear to ear. Wendy seemed like the kind of Amazon who would spoil her rotten and she'd love every minute. She squeezed her mommy tightly. "Okay sweetie, close your eyes," Aimee obeyed, and heard the sound of a door unlocking and opening... lights turning on. She felt Wendy reach up for a moment. "Okay, sweetie. Open your eyes."Aimee opened her eyes to find herself in a fully stocked nursery, a gleaming white crib and changing table, stacks and stacks of fluffy diapers, a pile of stuffed animals.. everything she ever wanted. Her heart soared as she looked around, taking it all in. But something wasn't quite right. There were leather restraints at the bottom of every bar of the crib.. ankle, wrist, and waist restraints on the changing table. An array of paddles and spanking implements hung on the wall above the changing table. The baby swing in the corner had a five-gallon autofeeder attached to it, and even the diapers she had stocked were in a wide variety of sizes and styles, from the medium thickness purple one Aimee wore yesterday, to the wonderful pink nighttime princess diapers, to some rather wicked looking black diapers that looked like they'd be too bulky to walk in at all. "Welcome home, darling, smile for the cameras," Wendy pointed up at a camera lens watching them from a shelf. "Why.. why do you have all of this punishment stuff in your house, mommy?" "Because I believe that the only way a Little can be truly happy is if they have been properly punished, my sweet darling. Every Little I've ever known just loves to get fussy and cry 'no no no', when what they really mean is, 'please punish me, make me do what I want even though I am saying no'." Her mommy's face wore a wicked grin, and Aimee felt her chest clench. She looked around and spotted several more cameras. "Why do you have so many cameras?" Aimee asked nervously as Wendy lowered her into a swing and buckled her in. Aimee's hands were pushed into puffy leather mittens that were attached to the swing support, held just above her shoulder level. Wendy secured the wrist straps and locked two little padlocks, one on each wrist. She pulled a camera over, a little closer. "Because you're going to be a star, my sweet thing. Tell everyone your name, darling." "I'm Aimee.. " "And how old are you, Aimee?" "I'm twenty-nine years old." "Ah.. that's not true any more, is it?" Wendy asked sweetly, "What did we do today, Little girl?" "We... you adopted me today, mommy," Aimee answered, feeling fear start to flood into her stomach. Wendy was filling the autofeeder tank above the swing from a jug she had grabbed nearby. "You mean you signed over your adulthood to me, baby. You are now whatever age I decide you are," she said in a singsong tone, "Aimee here was an Independent, Licensed Little until about an hour ago. This is our adoption celebration. Aimee is fully potty trained, but we're going to fix that, aren't we? Aimee, do you want to be potty trained? Do you want to have to stop playing to go to the potty?" "No, mommy," Aimee blushed fiercely, wishing she could cover her face with her hands. "I love diapers. I don't want to use the potty any more." "This, my friends, is what Littles in Gaule are really like," Wendy said to the camera, "They love their diapers, they want to be adopted. They want to be cared for and controlled. And anyone who has watched before knows the best way to train a Little is positive reinforcement," Wendy hiked up Aimee's tulle skirt, fully exposing the pink diaper, and started duct-taping a vibrator to her thigh, inserting a wire into her diaper. "So let's start by getting rid of that awful potty training. Let's give the Little what she wants." "Mommy, who is watching this? I don't like this," Aimee started to complain, but was quickly silenced by the mouthpiece of the auto-feeder. "Shhh, sweetie, no more talking. Now you drink. I'll be back for you in... oh, two hours. We'll make a lovely time-lapse video of you giving up your potty training. Oh, but first I want to show you some of your new things." Wendy reached up and switched on the auto-feeder before grabbing a beautiful pair of patent leather mary jane shoes, holding them up for Aimee to see. The Little smiled around the autofeeder, even as it pumped her mouth full of the sweet-tasting liquid. Aimee was feeling unsure, but Wendy had been wonderful so far, she was sure she wouldn't really hurt her... and she did like to play the brat from time to time, and that meant some punishment. For someone who didn't have a Little, she sure had a lot of equipment in her nursery, however.. Wendy turned the shoes over in her hands, making sure the black leather shined for Aimee, they were beautiful. Aimee had always wanted a pair just like that... until Wendy pressed on the bottom of the shoe and metal spikes protruded through the sole. "These are for when you aren't allowed to walk. The buckle is tamper-proof, you won't be able to take them off.. and if you stand, it will hurt ever so much. I'd have to clean the blood out of your socks.." Aimee's eyes opened wide in terror, panic fully flooded her body. Wendy smiled wide, finally getting the reaction she wanted. Oh, Aimee's fear was delicious, much tastier than her joy. "These are especially fitting seeing how I found you, isn't it? A hurt foot brought you to me.. honestly, I may never let you walk again. You're too cute. I'm so glad you're mine. I'm so glad you gave yourself to me. I'm going to have so much fun torturing you." What have I done? Aimee was fully panicking now, thrashing against her bonds as the liquid filled her mouth. Wendy is crazy! I have to get out of here, I have to get home... "Let's see, what else do we have here... I'm sure you already noticed your diapers... I bet you haven't seen one of these before though," she patted the stack of black diapers, "I import these from Cathay, they're not even sold in Catalon. They're guaranteed to last a Little three days with no changes. We're going to have so much fun putting that to the test, aren't we sweetie? Oh, maybe we should talk about rules. Littles just love rules, don't they? "Well, rule number one should be obvious - you will never see another toilet in your life. You are diaper bound from now on. You will only be changed if you beg for it, and if I decide your diaper isn't full enough, we'll just tape another one right over top of it. We have lots of different sizes to make sure we can accommodate you no matter what. Rule number two, you will call me mommy at all times, my name will never come from your lips again," she patted an oversized paddle that hung above the changing table as she said that, it was large enough to spank an Amazon with, the idea of being struck with that filled Aimee with dread. "Rule number three," she continued, "You will never, ever call for help or tell anyone that I hurt you. And I will hurt you, because I love you. It won't all be pain, I'm not a monster... but I will most assuredly hurt you. Oh, there we go, show me some tears, sweetie. What a good girl you are." Aimee's eyes had started tearing up, and a few started to spill over. How did I make such a big mistake? Why couldn't I just be happy with Fiona? "Rule number four, mommy is always right. If you ever think I'm wrong or that I've made a mistake, remember this one. If I tell someone you're from Catalon, or that you're a portal Little, or that you've been mine for ten years, mommy is right and you'll agree with me. Isn't that right, sweetie?" Aimee nodded, her mouth was starting to ache from the constant drinking. "Okay sweetie, I'm going to leave you to your drink. You'll get a lovely treat for wetting yourself. Make sure you're nice and loud for the camera." And with that, Wendy closed the door to the nursery, and Aimee heard the heavy lock engage. On the back of the door was a sign that read, "Mommy's Baby Forever." Aimee quailed, struggling again, but there was no hope. She had walked right into this trap with her eyes wide open, never seeing Wendy for what she truly was for even one moment. All I wanted was love, she cried to herself, I just wanted to be loved! When she finally did have to go, she was still drinking, she flooded the diaper while still chugging the liquid... and the vibrator sprang to life, it was pressed into the padding a bit as it swelled and felt wonderful. Aimee tried her best to grind against it, moaning loudly with her eyes clenched shut. She sputtered a bit as she failed to drink properly, the machine stopped so she could catch her breath... but the vibrator stopped too. She wailed in disappointment.. she'd have to let a little bit out at a time instead of flooding the diaper to keep the vibrator going. She didn't have much choice, she might as well try to enjoy herself in every way she could. Wendy watched the video feed from the computer in her workshop. The viewers were responding well, she'd be able to package the time-lapse video and sell it easily. The thing the people of Gaule didn't want to admit was that despite all of their high-and-mighty opinions about equality and Little Rights, there was a demand for the product she was providing. Most of her viewers were here in Gaule, frustrated Amazons who couldn't afford to get a Little of their own, they loved to watch her break them down. Aimee was her seventh, and she really felt the Little girl was going to be her best seller. She smiled as the Aimee on the screen moaned in pleasure and then in frustration as the vibrator cut off again, she'd just have to pee more if she wanted to come. She looked around at all the leather goods in her workshop, all of the restraints and paddles in the nursery were her own creations. She'd have to select something nice for Aimee to try, and then she'd be able to sell it as an actual prop from the show. The most beautiful thing about her whole enterprise was that it was all completely legal. All her Littles gave full consent, signed their lives over to her in exchange for a love that they craved and she could give. She picked up a soft, flexible leather paddle. A session in the robospanker would be a good show, and a great afternoon activity for her darling Little. Aimee seemed like she was going to make it a lot longer than her average Little, she had a submissive streak in her a mile wide, she wanted to be punished and tortured. Her fear tasted amazing, she'd be able to play some real mind games with this one... The taste is why she did it, the money just made it all the sweeter. Eight hundred viewers after a two month hiatus, with very little promoting... she had only posted a photo and a teaser the night before to her followers.Oh yes, Wendy smiled to herself, Aimee is going to be a star. Chapter Twenty Wendy gave the Little a good twenty minutes after the autofeeder finished, she knew that tiny bladder must have emptied a half-dozen times and probably still had one more good wetting. Her viewers had climbed steadily and word spread that LottaDamGaule was at it again. She watched with a grin as another shuddering climax overtook Aimee. Positive reinforcement wasn't nearly as much fun as negative reinforcement... unfortunately, it was vastly more effective in changing behaviors. More than two thousand Amazons were watching Aimee moan her brains out as she wet herself in the baby swing, the poor darling's diaper had started to leak on the right side. Now that the fluid had emptied from the feeding tube, her moans had a lovely echo to them, and she could give a lot more focus to keeping a small, steady stream of pee going to keep the vibrator active. Aimee was a natural, she was born for this it seemed. Positive reinforcement, anyway. It was time to see if the beautiful creature would respond as well to the other side of the coin. Aimee had lost count of the times she had orgasmed, she was starting to get completely numb down there, and she had entirely lost count of the times she had wet herself. She felt so full from the liquid and if the vibrator was an honest indicator, she must have been peeing constantly for several minutes. She shifted slightly, feeling a trickle escaping the diaper from the right legband, she blushed... only to discover her numbness wasn't quite as complete as she thought, she moaned through another climax. She was panting now, completely exhausted but feeling amazing. When the door opened, Wendy could smell the sexual joy, but that taste of fear was completely gone. Aimee wasn't afraid at all, she had given herself completely to that torment and had ridden the wave of pleasure the entire time. It was high time to get that lovely, addictive taste of fear back in the air. "Oh, what a good girl," Wendy cooed, removing the auto-feeder. "You are a good girl, aren't you Aimee?" "Yes mommy," Aimee agreed breathlessly. "Are you still potty trained, Little Aimee? If you are, we'll have to have another session like that tomorrow. Do you think you can take that many orgasms two days in a row? Or are you going to wet your diapers uncontrollably?" "I'm still potty trained, mommy," Aimee said hungrily, she would happily spend every morning doing what she just did, drinking and wetting while the vibrator drove her over the edge again and again, she'd still want to go again now if she could feel anything down there. "Are you now... okay. If that's the case, I need you to prove it to me. You aren't allowed to wet your diapers without asking for permission, understand?"Aimee nodded, worn and panting as Wendy unstrapped her and removed the vibrator. She carried the spent Little to the changing table and proceeded to clean her, stripping her of her sodden skirt and removing her top, taping her into a nighttime princess diaper. Aimee smiled sleepily. "These diapers are my favorite," she mumbled, "They're so thick and soft and comfy." "Good to know you have a favorite," Wendy said as she clipped bracelets to her wrists, and anklets around her ankles. "Unicorns," Aimee said happily, turning the bracelet on her wrist, a rainbow sheen shined across the surface of the metal. A sharp pain in her back, right above the waistband of her diaper on either side of her spine jolted her out of her daze, "Owie! That hurt, mommy... what is that?" "That, my dear," she began, clipping another unicorn clasp closed just above her navel. A thin gold chain wrapped around either hip and disappeared behind her, "Is your regulator. It will let you know when you're being good or bad." Wendy pulled a legless onesie over Aimee's head, snapping the crotch closed around the diaper. She then reached up and lifted a hood over Aimee's head, and a pair of soft brown ears drooped into view. Aimee looked across the room, a large mirror was positioned next to the kind of rocking chair that always seemed to be in nurseries in the movies, the kind where the mommy lovingly breastfed the Little before the end credits rolled... in the mirror, Aimee's blonde hair was surrounded by soft brown fur and a pair of floppy bunny ears hung down. "I'm a bunny!" she squeed, kicking her legs. All her fear was gone, she was loving every minute of this. "Time to see if your regulator works. You're a good girl, Aimee. You're such a good girl." A wave of pleasure washed over Aimee's body as Wendy said the words 'good girl' - the wave wasn't all the way done when she said it again, and her whole body felt like it was vibrating gently. She moaned softly in pleasure, she wanted to be a good girl. Wendy smiled, "You're a bad girl, Aimee! A very, very bad girl! Bad!" The pleasure vanished and was replaced with sharp, stinging pain as she said 'bad girl', it was agony... but it intensified as she said 'very', and when she shouted the final 'bad', Aimee cried out in pain, curling up into the fetal position on the changing table and sobbing, it hurt so much. "Shhh," Wendy hushed her softly and the pain subsided. "Good girl." Aimee felt the pleasure again, but only slightly... her body was still in shock from the sudden change in sensations. She can control my body with a word, Aimee quailed internally, but she was still secretly excited by it. Wendy could make her feel amazing just as easily as she could make her hurt. "Good, your regulator seems to be working. It doesn't just trigger on my voice, it can trigger on yours as well. Different phrases, of course.. it can also trigger if somone who isn't either of us says something from a third set of phrases. You'll have so much fun figuring that out, I'm sure. Now it's time to pick a stuffie to be your friend for the day. Every day we're going to pick a new one. Go on, find your friend." She set the Little on the ground on all fours and gently nudged her toward the pile of stuffed animals. There were some that looked very friendly, chipmunks and bears, baby deer and koalas, but some that looked downright scary, wolves with blood on their fangs, bunnies with broken bones sticking out of their legs, eyes glazed in pain. She felt fear rise in her heart again.Even though that feeding session was amazing, Wendy is more than a little crazy, and I'm complete at her mercy for now, Aimee thought to herself. She could bring me incredible pleasure or intense pain, I need to do my best to stay on her good side. Aimee pawed through the pile of stuffies, trying to avoid the scary ones, she settled on a fuzzy puppy with large, happy eyes. "Did you pick one? Hold it up to the camera and tell all your fans the name of your new friend." "Um, mommy... are people watching us right now?" "Bad girl, Aimee!" Wendy scolded her and she winced, pain racing through her body. "This is um.. " she held up the puppy toward the camera, "Puppy." "Aimee," Wendy said with a warning tone, sending a shiver of dread down Aimee's spine. "Puppy... Puppyface McGee," she blurted out, hoping the name would satisfy Wendy. "I'm disappointed in you, Aimee," Wendy put her hands on her hips as she said it, and Aimee realized it must be another trigger phrase, she suddenly felt very disoriented and a little ill. "You'll give your friend tomorrow a wonderful, creative name, won't you?" "Yes mommy, I'm sorry," Aimee shook a bit as Wendy scowled at her. Wendy had to fight back a smile, the smell of her fear was intoxicating, Aimee was still so unsure, the fear was mingling with the pleasure in a delightful way, Aimee's feelings were a rollercoaster. She was scared and overjoyed all at the same time, and the flavor was amazing to Wendy. "Your friend has a chip that interacts with your regulator, sweetie. I don't know what the one you picked does, but your fans do. We'll have to find out together. Are you hungry, sweetie? We didn't get breakfast this morning, I bet you're hungry." "I don't know," Aimee said uncertainly. She honestly couldn't tell what she was feeling or needing at this point, the world felt upside-down and crazy, nothing seemed right. "That's okay, sweetie. You're just a baby," the slightest wave of pleasure washed over Aimee at those words, "do you want a bottle or a sandwich?" "I want-" Aimee gasped as pain shot through her body, she doubled over and dropped the stuffed dog. She groaned lightly. "Whoops, someone made a mistake. Let's try again, huh sweetie? Do you want a bottle or a sandwich?" Aimee lay there, clutching her stomach, afraid to speak again. "I'm waiting, sweet girl. Do you want a bottle or a sandwich for lunch? Answer me now or you'll get a spanking instead." "I want-" The pain ripped through her again and a scream tore from Aimee's lips, it was much more intense this time, like her whole body had been set on fire. She writhed around on the ground, sobbing. "Oh Aimee, please don't be a stupid one. The stupid ones hurt themselves so much more," Wendy spoke without malice or venom, it was just a simple statement to her. She didn't actually want Aimee to hurt, per se - pain didn't have a flavor or a smell. The threat of pain was necessary, it was the fear she wanted. The fear is what was so delicious. "I already told you that you can trigger your regulator by saying the wrong words. Now try once more, or it's spanking time for you. Do you want a bottle, or a sandwich?" "Bottle please," Aimee squeaked, holding her sides, blinking away tears. "Good girl," Wendy smiled, "You aren't allowed to demand things. Littles don't say 'I want', they say 'May I please'. You may be a baby, but you still need to have good manners, don't you?" "Yes mommy," the good feelings from the 'good girl' made the lingering pain more bearable. "Thank you, mommy." "Good girl," Wendy repeated, "You stay here and I'll go get you a bottle of formula, we'll make sure your body gets the nourishment it needs today." As Wendy turned to leave the room, the stuffed puppy vibrated on the floor and barked. Aimee screamed as pain shot through her again, a quick flash of agony and it was gone. Wendy stopped to watch. Aimee struggled to sit up again, but a few seconds later the dog barked once more and the Little screamed and sobbed. "I don't know what to do," she wailed, "It hurts, mommy!" Aimee's fear was out of control, it flooded the room, washing away all the pleasure from before. She looked at the dog in abject terror, so afraid it would bark again and hurt her... which it did. "Please! Make it stop!" "You picked a Needy one, sweetie," Wendy explained to the poor, stupid girl. "It needs your love or it gets upset. Hug Puppyface and tell him everything's okay." It barked again before she could reach it, and she wailed, choking on her sobs. "It's okay Puppyface," she sobbed as she stroked the dog, "Everything's okay. I'm here, you're safe." She stroked the dog and the pain subsided. She panted shallow, pained breaths. "See, isn't that better? He's helpless, just like you. He needs love, just like you. Love him and pet him and tell him it's okay, you're such a good girl." Wendy grinned as she locked the Little in the nursery and peeked at her viewing stats from the workroom. The fans were going nuts, donations were rolling in, urging her to up the pain threshold on the regulator, a rival pool donating to have her hook the Little back up to the vibrator. The silly, addicted Amazons hadn't even waited for her to prompt them. They were just giving her money at the moment, she wasn't going to follow any of their suggestions. She was going to maximize the fear. Chapter Twenty-One Carol exited the elevator on the third floor, walking with purpose toward the back corner, where the cubicles were packed tightly together, where wires and action figures were tangled together on every desk. She walked straight up to Alex's desk and laid a hand gently on his shoulder. "Alex," she said softly, gently. He screamed, his glasses clattering to the surface of his desk. He snatched them up quickly and put them back on his face, taking a moment to smooth his unruly brown hair. His teeth were slightly crooked, you could really only tell when he smiled. His fashion sense was abysmal, he wore nothing but superhero t-shirts and jeans, but he was good at tech so he got away with it. Carol knew he had a crush on her and he was a nice guy, just not her type. She preferred tall guys and Alex.. well, he was shorter than she was and height tended to be pretty important to Amazons. "C-C-Carol... you startled me," he blushed deeply as the nerds around him snickered and giggled. He whipped his head around and glared before returning his attention to the object of his crush, "What can I do for you?" He tried to be suave as he swung his elbow up to the desk slowly to rest his head on his hand in a confident fashion, but he knocked over a mostly-empty coffee cup and scrambled to soak up the splashes of coffee with a leftover napkin. "Alex, I really need your help with something... delicate," she said softly, leaning in and finishing the cleanup of his desk for him. "It would be a really big favor that I'd be happy to repay with a nice dinner date." "D-d-d-date?" Alex swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing, "I uh.. um, I'll do what I can to help you, Carol. But it's because you're a good, nice person, not because I want anything." "You're sweet, Alex - let me take you out to dinner, just help me out," Carol leaned in closer as she laid Aimee's license softly on his desk, "This license belongs to a friend of mine, she left it at home and she's not answering her phone. I'm really worried about her. I've been searching all the forums and pages I can think of, but I've hit nothing but dead ends. She disappeared from her apartment building last night according to her roommate, and no one has heard from her since. I would be so, so grateful if you could help me find her." "Sure thing, Carol," he replied confidently, a grin spreading across his face. "you've given me a name, an address, and a pretty good timeframe, that's all I need. Come see me around quitting time? I should have something by then." "Thanks Alex, this is really important to me. Aimee's a really good friend. I'm really afraid something happened to her." "I'll help you find your friend, no worries." * * * Aimee laid on the ground, stroking the puppy, whispering to it how much she loved it. She was afraid to move, she just laid there on the floor, cuddling the puppy and holding her aching bladder. She really needed to go, and it was torture to be wearing a diaper she couldn't use. She needed Wendy to come back so she could ask to pee herself. She was lying, Aimee thought to herself, still stroking the stuffed puppy, She already has all this stuff, she doesn't have a friend with an Adopted Little. She's got so many scary things... I have to get out of here. But she makes you feel so good, the darker part of Aimee replied, You've never had a sexual experience like that before in your life. That was the most intense pleasure you've ever felt. Isn't that worth a little pain? She shook her head, Wendy is crazy. This isn't safe, there's no way I can make Wendy stop if she hurts me... Wendy returned with a bottle of formula, a great big glass bottle, and held it out to Aimee. She looked uncertain, there was no way she was going to be able to hold that with one hand... she looked to Puppyface, then to the bottle and back, all the while thinking of the ache in her bladder. "Take your bottle, baby," Wendy said in a threatening tone, "This is your lunch and babies like you need their lunch." "May I please-", her words were cut off by Wendy shoving the nipple of the bottle in her mouth with a glare. "Ba-", as soon as the first syllable came out of Wendy's mouth, Aimee's blood went cold. Two words and she would be shrieking in pain. She reached up quickly and grabbed the glass bottle with both hands, it was so heavy! But in the process she had to let go of Puppyface. Wendy reached up and set a large timer, which began counting down, the large red numbers ticking away the seconds until Wendy would punish her in who knew what way. She looked down at the Little with a cold, joyless smile, "You have ten minutes to drink that. If you do, you'll get a big reward. If you don't... " Wendy sat down in the nursery rocking chair, that smile never dropping, and watched. Aimee sucked on the nipple of the bottle for all she was worth, but after less than a minute, Puppyface started barking and the pain ripped through Aimee's body. Wendy didn't move a muscle as Aimee sputtered and coughed, picking herself up off the ground from the shock. A look of horror spread across her face as the diaper between her legs grew warm and soggy. She never got the chance to ask to release her bladder, and the last zap had taken the opportunity from her. In a panic she grabbed Puppyface and hugged him, stroking his fur while the timer counted down. She sat back up, petting him and when she was fully upright, she put him back down and hoisted the bottle. She was down to eight minutes remaining and the bottle was still very full. She resumed chugging the formula, it was sweet-tasting and creamy, more like a dessert than a meal, much better than the meal-replacement shake Fiona had given her for breakfast the day before. As the timer neared another 30 seconds passing, she set the bottle down to stroke the puppy before resuming. This kept her from getting shocked, and the bottle got a little easier to lift as she drained it... but as the minutes ticked down she began to panic and she lost count. Puppyface shocked her again, sprawling her to the ground and sending the bottle rolling across the floor to rest at Wendy's feet. Aimee panted and hefted herself to all fours, crawling across the floor to reach the bottle. She carried Puppyface with her, petting him as she crawled. She hoisted the bottle again and turned around to face the timer, just as it counted down to zero. "Well, let's see... you've got about a fifth of the bottle remaining, and you wet yourself without asking. So either you were lying about being potty trained and you don't actually want another feeder session tomorrow, or you did it on purpose to get punished. Which is it?" Wendy smiled a sadistic smile as she offered the choice. Pleasure tomorrow and pain now, or no pleasure tomorrow and probably pain now anyway. "I.. " Aimee struggled with the choice, wondering if she should say she wasn't potty trained any more, in her mind she wouldn't be punished for that, but the call of the vibe was too strong, she wanted it again, "I did it on purpose, mommy. Please punish me." What am I saying? she screamed at herself in her mind. Wendy just picked her up and without a word, laid her face down on a bench across from the rocking chair, securing her wrists to a ring in the floor between the legs of the bench, and then her ankles to the other set of legs, so she was bent over the bench completely. The restraints were a thick leather with heavy buckles, she couldn't move at all. She gripped Puppyface in her bound hands, holding on desperately to him, hoping this would count and that he wouldn't shock her while she was being punished. She would have to work hard not to drop him as she endured whatever Wendy had planned. The bench was set in a way that she could see Wendy sitting in the rocking chair if she tilted her head upward, Wendy had lowered herself back into the chair and was pressing some buttons on a controller.. Wendy was actually getting short of breath from the intensity of the fear that was rolling off the Little. She was terrified, shivering in her bonds. Afraid of the punishment, afraid of the puppy, so, so afraid... the air was thick with it. Wendy moved purposefully slowly as she held the controller for the spanking robot where Aimee could see it. She pressed the buttons slowly, savoring the delicious fear. She couldn't draw it out too long or the fear would lessen.. and this first lesson would have to be quite painful or the fear of punishment wouldn't be as strong next time. Cultivating fear was a delicate balance, it was such a fragile flower.. but when handled correctly, its fruit was the most delicious thing in the world. The pain started. Something was sharply slapping the backs of her thighs, a rhythmic smack smack smack, first on one thigh, then the other. It wasn't long at all before Aimee lost count of the strikes and found herself sobbing, still clutching the evil stuffed puppy that stared up at her with its plastic eyes full of a false love. Aimee sobbed, wishing she had never walked out on Fiona, wishing she had just taken the baby day and been happy with it, wishing she could take it all back. Wishing she hadn't signed away her freedom to Wendy forever... When the spanking was over, Wendy released Aimee's bonds and pulled the girl into her lap in the rocking chair. She wiped the tears from Aimee's face and placed a soft, black flexible paddle in her hands and whispered in her ear... "It would make me very happy," Aimee repeated as she held up the paddle with one hand, "if my biggest fan would buy the paddle from my first spanking ever from my mommy. It will up for auction today." Aimee's heart sank, she was the star in Wendy's punishment show... a living doll for the cameras.Does Wendy even love me at all? she wondered, Was everything she said a lie? "Oh you are a good girl," Wendy said loud enough for the cameras to pick it up. The pleasure washed over Aimee's body, "You are such a good girl." As she repeated it, the pleasure intensified and Aimee couldn't keep the smile from her lips. Wendy sat the Little down on the ground and spread her legs wide, gently stroking the wet padding covering her crotch. Aimee clutched Puppyface to her tightly. "Are you ready for a reward?"Aimee nodded, her emotions too big a storm to speak through. She was anticipating the pleasure that Wendy could bring, no one had ever made her feel as good as Wendy did.. but she was also sad inside, wondering if any of this was real for the woman she had started falling in love with. "Okay, reward time. I want you to repeat my words, okay? Say: I am a good girl." "I am a good girl," Aimee repeated, feeling the pleasure wash over her. She continued to repeat Wendy's words, every new phrase making her feel amazing. "I love my mommy. My mommy loves me. I love my diapers," she shivered as she said that and Wendy began stroking the front of the diaper again, with more pressure, "I love my diapers. I love to wet my diapers. My diapers make me feel safe," the words were coming out with soft moans in between now and the world grew a little hazy around the edges, "I need my diapers. I will," she twitched and convulsed in pleasure as the regulator sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body, only intensified by Wendy's rhythmic stroking, "always wear diapers. I need my diapers. I will wear diapers FOREVER." As the last word fell from her lips, a loud moan escaped her and she dropped backwards, unable to even sit up any longer as the orgasm took her. She bucked and grinded against Wendy's hand, moaning for all she was worth, all the while clutching the stuffed puppy to her chest. "You are a good girl," Wendy agreed, "And I will keep you in diapers forever, just like you have always wanted." Aimee moaned and writhed on the floor as the regulator continued to stimulate her. Her own hands replaced Wendy's as she withdrew, rubbing herself furiously through the diaper, coming again.In the workroom, a chime went off as Wendy's single day income record was broken.

Hi ab monkey a leash is just what you this way your mommy or daddy can change your diapers when ever needed and get you AND give you a spanking when needed welcome to the playpen and enjoy

I think they are great Emily. Maybe you will feel somewhat silly at some point, but so what? For a sometime Little, silly is good! And the experts say, coloring is good for adults too. I like playing with my trucks, matchbox cars, and I get that feeling too, of being silly. I just wish I could do it outside, in the dirt! Wearing only shirt, shoes, a diaper and plastic panties. My neighbors would think I lost my mind though, LOL.

NO WAY, don't try this with the suction cups. If you do manage to get this in place you will likely end up in the ER. If you are having troubles fashioning a working stent consider using a Foley inflated with 1 CC of fluids, cut short around 5.5". There should still be some photos around this board if not under my profile on Fetlife.com there are some . After one trip to the ER to have failed stent project removed I have devolved my stent to be completely unnoticeable to me when in use. Unnoticeable to me except for the continuous need to change into a fresh dry diaper. Please don't end up n the ER. Play safe and yield to the advise of the elders on this board. We learned our lessons the hard way, some very expensive too.

IX. Disappointment reigned again as Robert remained dry that second morning. And the third. Patricia continued their nightly sessions, but her confidence was beginning to waiver. On the fourth morning, though, he was damp. Not soaked, not even what you would call wet, but he had definitely leaked into his underpants. This development brought on a spirited debate at breakfast that morning between Patricia and Nicky, who continued to rise early in anticipation of the big moment. Nicky thought it was time to move to phase two, while Patricia thought they needed more. “I’m sorry, Nicky, but it just wasn’t dramatic enough for me to show him that much concern. We need more.” The fifth morning, they got more. As Patricia stealthily snuck into Robert’s bedroom, she immediately noticed the strong scent of ammonia in the air. She didn’t even need to get close to the bed to assess the damage. The wet sheets were clearly visible from across the room. Quietly, she backed out of the room and closed the door. Her excitement must have been obvious, because she had barely entered the kitchen when Nicky let out a squeal of delight. Patricia had to tell her to hush, but it was an effort to hold their voices down to a whisper as they discussed what to do next. For all of her planning, Patricia really hadn’t thought this step through. Could she trust Robert to confess his accident to her? Should she “accidentally” discover it herself? A quick consult with her daughter found them in agreement: they couldn’t leave anything to chance. Patricia had to go back to Robert’s room. “Now don’t forget, Nicky, as far as Robert is concerned you don’t know anything about his little problem. It’s not time yet to get you involved.” Nicky’s jubilation immediately gave way to a major pout, but Patricia knew that she would get over it shortly. She kissed her daughter on the top of her head. “Wish me luck.” Patricia heard Robert moving about behind the closed door. Good, she thought, this will make it easier. In one swift movement, she flung open the door. “Robert, I---“ Patricia stopped mid-sentence, only partly feigning astonishment at the sight that greeted her. Robert stood by the side of the bed, sodden sheets bundled in his hands, urine dripping from his pajama bottoms onto the floor. His face immediately turned a bright shade of red while his mouth hung open silently. Patricia knew in that moment that he was going to try to hide the evidence of his misfortune, and that she was justified in having decided to intervene. “Robert, what is going on here?” she said sternly as she crossed over to stand in front of her embarrassed boyfriend. “Did you do what I think you did?” “Patricia, I’m so sorry. I… I….” Robert stammered for several seconds, clearly flustered and not knowing what to say. It was time for Patricia to come to the rescue. She reached for the sheets, held one portion to her nose and sniffed, then gently pushed them to the side for a clear view of Robert’s wet pajamas and the small golden puddle at his feet. “Why, yes you did! Honey, you wet the bed! I’m so sorry, dear, have you been feeling all right? Are you sick?” As she spoke, Patricia pulled Robert’s head close to her bosom, stroking it gently before moving her arm around him in a loving, if maternal, fashion. “What am I doing, making you stand here while I carry on. Just dump those wet things on the bed so that I can get them in the wash before I go to work.” As Robert turned to release his pungent load, Patricia knelt down and began to pull his pajama bottoms down. “Now step out, first the right, now the left. Good boy. Now your shirt.” Patricia moved his hands away as he went to unbutton his pajama top and moved in closely, intentionally rubbing her breasts against him as she took her time undoing each button, then almost hugging him as she pulled the sleeves down his arms. She added the pajamas to the pile of sheets. “Oh, look at you, you’re shivering. Come with me, let’s get you cleaned up.” Patricia took the dazed Robert by the hand and led him to the bathroom, where she ran hot water into the sink. Without saying a word, she soaped up a warm, wet washcloth and began to rub it slowly across his groin, taking particular time with his penis. She had to hide a smile as it began to respond, but before he could get too excited she moved around and began to clean his behind, again spending more time than was necessary to clean his skin of pee. She finished up his legs and feet, then wrapped him in a fluffy towel and dried him herself. Glancing at his face from time to time, she could tell that he was enjoying being pampered. “There you go, Robert, all better. I need to hurry and get that load in the washer; I’d appreciate it if you would remember to put it in the dryer when it’s done. Then I need to get to work. If you’re sick, have Nicky go out and get you something to help you out.” Before he could respond, she left him standing naked in the bathroom, no doubt relishing the interaction despite the circumstances that brought it on. With a little more hypnotic prodding, Patricia hoped they would have a repeat performance the next morning.

Oh I hope you come back and comment tomorrow! YAY! Thankee <3 Detective Ellie to the rescue! I don't know much about how they coded the like system myself... but I do like receiving them!

Those are really really good!

Dookey, I have peed on myself in the tub and shower also, if you can get a 6 ft inflatable pool, and place it on a bed, just have several towels for clean up. and be plenty full of pee. lay on your back and enjoy. I am getting a tingle typing this. I have done this before my bed was safe to have such fun.

this story has turned into a collab with Lily-Celeste (link to there page at the bottom) for this chapter, I worked on the framework while they worked on writing. part 2 Lily wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting on the toilet. At some point the wet warmth soaked into her underwear had turned clammy and then dried, but she wasn’t sure when. Time didn’t feel real. Nothing did. This situation was absurd. How could one night of wanting to have fun turn into this? She had been working so hard ever since she finished school, trying to find any kind of work. She had barely drank at all, never did drugs, never even went out on a date or with friends. Not that she had many friends, but that should make it even more impressive. She might even have slept with Bob yesterday night if THIS hadn’t happened. She didn’t like him but a fling could be nice. And now because she wanted something, anything good in her life she was stuck playing the worst game of Simon says ever. This wasn’t even how you played Simon says, but she doubted bringing that up would do much to improve her situation. Her phone buzzed and lit up with another message. Simon: *so how is your morning going.* Lily: *Fuck you.* Simon: *Tsk tsk, no way for a lady to talk.* Simon: *looks like someone needs to learn not to use such bad language.* Lily: “Fuck you. Just give me your weird perv game.* Simon: *lol you just gave me the perfect idea.* Simon: *Simon says stick a bar of soap in your mouth for two hours.* Lily: *Wat.* Simon: *Oh, and set up your webcam for a private stream. Im sending you the link for the site now. I set up the account for you. The username is “Panty Pooper” and the password is “needs_a_diaper.” Simon: *You have 1 minute.* “Shit—“ In a blur Lily ducked beneath her bathroom sink to grab a new bar of soap (maybe it wouldn’t taste as bad as a new one) and sprinted across her apartment to retrieve her laptop. With seconds to spare she made it to the web address and set up the stream. She mouthed one more “fuck you” into the camera before carefully placing the bar in her mouth. Simon: *Good girl.* Lily flipped off the camera. Simon: *I see someone forgot to change after their first task* Lily raised an eyebrow, then swore under her breath. The bastard was right. She had been so dumbstruck that she was still wearing the underwear she had wet. Simon: *Good to see someone enjoys being a pissy baby* Lily’s cheeks flushed red at, and she had to stop herself from slamming the laptop shut. However good it would feel to shut the little perv down, it would only make things worse. She was certain of that. Instead she sent him a reply and swallowed her rage. Lily: *how do I know you are the only one watching this stream?* Simon: *I set your account to private. Why. Want to show off? ;)* Lily’s nostrils flared. She went to her browser and opened a new tab. At least she didn’t have to look at herself doing this. And if she was stuck here anyway, maybe she could figure out who Simon really was. She opened Facebook and went to Bob’s page. It was his party, so she could at least start with his friends. Mercifully, his security settings let her see all of them. All nine hundred sixteen. Well, at least she had the time to kill. She opened a word document and spent the two hours of her task opening up the profiles of Bob’s friends in separate tabs and writing down the names of anyone familiar. At some point she began to taste the soapy tang as her saliva wet the bar, but it wasn’t so bad with something to focus on. She was pulled out of her task by another text message. Simon: *two hours is up, drooly.* Lily swore again. The little shit was right: at some point she had begun dribbling saliva down the front of her shirt. She took the bar out of her mouth and set it on the table next to her laptop. Simon: *did you learn your lesson?* “The only lesson I’ve learned today is that you are a sick fuck,” she said while flipping off the camera with both hands. Simon: *You’ll learn eventually lol.* Simon: *Time for your next task either way. You are flying through these :D* “Just tell me what it is.” Simon: *Go to the mailbox, I left you some lunch and something to wear.* The hairs on Lily’s neck stood on end. “You know where I live. You came her. Motherfucker, how do you know where I live?” Simon: *You have two minutes* Simon: *tick tock* Lily growled something incoherent and went outside to retrieve whatever Simon had left. The neighborhood was entirely empty at this time of day, or else she would have asked around if anyone had seen who dropped something off for her. At least she didn’t have to waste time getting dressed, though. She lifted the lid of her mailbox and the blood ran from her face as she saw what was in it. A clean, white diaper, one twice the size of the rearz that she normally wore, and a large jar of pureed carrots. Just then, her phoned buzzed again. Simon: *get changed right now and start eating or I am penalizing you.* Lily bit her lower lip and checked to see that the street really was empty. Maybe it was because she was caught off-guard by what she found, but she wanted to just get it over with and do it. Ducking under the porch railing to be at least partially hidden, she stripped off her panties, then unfolded the diaper and taped it on with the kind of ease that only comes from practice. Despite how horribly fucked up her situation was right now . . . Despite how terrified she was at being seen by someone . . . Despite all of that and more . . . A small part of her adored this. She opened her phone to send a quick reply. Lily: *There, happy?* Simon: *Eat the food.* Lily: *I did. It was great. Fuck you.* Simon: *You're lying.* Lily: *You didn't say Simon says.* There was a small delay before he replied. Simon: *You're right. I wont make that mistake again tho.* It was a small victory, one that would probably come back to bite her eventually, but Lily still savored the idea that she had gotten under his skin somehow. Simon: *Simon says wear that diaper until I tell you to take it off.* Simon: *I never knew you were such an expert at putting them on. Looks like you're a bigger baby than I thought.* Lily breathed in sharply, then poked her head up to check the area around her house again. There was definitely no signs of motion, no strange cars in the area, nothing. How could he have seen that? Simon: *Talk to you in 2 hours bb ;)* https://lily-celeste.deviantart.com/ https://lily-celeste.deviantart.com/journal/Explicit-Diaper-Update-Here-725306103 the post that inspired this story.

Chapter Sixteen Wendy smiled, it had been a while since she had a Little in her home. She had sold her last one several months ago, the Little dear had stopped responding. This one seemed promising and oh-so-cute. She knew from the moment she saw her up on that platform in the store, those ringlets bouncing, that cute smile... she knew that this Little craved being babied probably more than any Little she'd had so far. The darling was begging for it and no one around her could seem to see it. Wendy could see it, and she craved that taste... that taste that a Little gave off when they were truly afraid. It was better than any food, better than any drink or treat, and it just came off of them in waves. She was sure that Aimee would taste better than any Little before, she would be sure to go slowly with this one. She wouldn't waste Aimee like she had wasted Little Phillip. Littles who wanted to be babied that way wanted to be bratty, wanted to fuss and act up because they wanted to lose the struggle. They wanted to be put in their place, and they knew where the place they wanted to be was. Aimee would be no different, she'd struggle and fuss, but she'd love it. Wendy could taste that shameful enjoyment just as well as the fear, but the fear... oh, the fear tasted so much better. She carried the Little in and set her on the kitchen table, next to the highchair. Wendy had been tempted to drop the Little right in the highchair, but didn't want to push her luck. She was right though, the Little looked covetously at the highchair, Wendy could almost hear her thoughts, wishing she were in there instead. "Hmm," Wendy mused, "Would you mind if I put you in the highchair? I know you wouldn't fall if I left you sitting on the table, but it would make me feel better.. with your hurt foot and all." "I... I don't mind," Aimee blushed, looking down, "Better safe than sorry, right?" "That is exactly my philosophy!" Wendy smiled a big, warm smile at the Little and plopped her down in the highchair. She'll fit much better when she's in a nice, thick diaper, she observed. "Wait right here, I'll go get the ointment and a bandage. Don't fall, or I'll know I need to buckle you in next time," she booped Aimee on the nose and walked into the kitchen for the first aid kit. Aimee couldn't resist, she grabbed the buckles and brought the crotch-piece between her legs, snapping them together herself. How will Wendy react, she wondered, her pulse racing. She's interacted with Adopted Littles before... will she like it? Wendy returned to a wonderful surprise, she smiled a big, warm smile at Aimee upon seeing how she had buckled herself in. "Oh, a girl after my own heart," she cooed, "I'm so glad you don't mind a little bit of extra safety. Some Littles get very upset when you suggest it, I'm glad you're so mature that you understand it's better to be safe." Wendy set about treating Aimee's hurt foot, removing the makeshift bandage, cleaning the wound gently, and applying the medicine before wrapping a real bandage around it. "You should probably stay off that foot for a while, would you mind terribly if I carried you around? I know you're mature and independent, but it would make me feel better." "I don't mind, I actually like being carried... it's nice." "Oh, wonderful. I learned that I actually like carrying a Little quite a lot when I sat for my friend's Little. They look so happy together all the time.. I'll admit it made me a bit curious. Have you ever met an Adopted Little?" Wendy talked cheerfully as she carried the darling into the craft room.. well, the craft room the Little was allowed to see at this point. The other craft room, her workroom, would remain locked for now. She sat Aimee down in her chair for a moment, in front of the large drafting table that had her unicorn poster on it. Wendy really did enjoy coloring, that much was true, and the poster was enormous and intricate. Aimee found it immediately intimidating. "Oh wow, it's.. it's so pretty," she stared in awe at the image, the unicorn half-colored dancing in a field of fairies, the lineart was gorgeous. The poster wasn't quite half completed, Wendy had been coloring it with very high quality markers quite meticulously, "I don't want to mess it up... you've worked really hard on this. It's beautiful." "Oh," Wendy said sadly, "You don't want to color with me? I thought it would be nice.. " She let her shoulders sag a little, the girl took the bait immediately. "No, no.. I'm sorry.. I just don't want to ruin your beautiful poster. It's so pretty, I'm afraid I would mess it up. You're much better at coloring than I am." "You don't have to color with me if you don't want to," Wendy said dejectedly, "I understand. It's stupid for an Amazon to want to color anyway." "No! It's not stupid at all. I would love to color with you, I'll be very careful. Please... may I color with you, Wendy?" "Of course," Wendy beamed at her, "I'll go get the high chair so you'll be closer and we can work together. How's your foot?" "It doesn't hurt as much now, thank you," Aimee stared starry-eyed at the poster and the professional grade markers, while Wendy walked back to the kitchen... pausing for a moment to check that the workroom and the nursery were both locked. She didn't want to scare the Little girl away, after all. She carried the highchair, leaving the tray in the kitchen, to the craft room. She sat the chair next to her office chair and held her hands out for the Little. Aimee reached up and took Wendy's hands, the Amazon gently lifting her into the highchair. Aimee wished desperately that she had her pacifier, the beautiful butterfly pacifier that Fiona had bought her while she cruelly pretended to love her.. "What's wrong, Aimee?" Wendy asked kindly, sitting down next to her. They were eye-level now, and Aimee stared into those big green eyes that looked so full of love, but hid such darkness. "I.. " she blushed, not wanting to admit it, "My friend bought me something.. I was wishing I had it with me, but we just got in a big fight and thinking about that made me sad. I feel confused." "Do you want to talk about it? I know we just met, but I'm a good listener. The unicorn isn't going anywhere, I'd like to help you any way I can." Wendy placed two fingers gently on Aimee's shoulder, and tears started to well up in the Little's eyes again. "Today was supposed to be the best day ever, I really thought she'd fall in love with me!" Aimee buried her face in her hands and sobbed, the floodgates crumbling under the torrent, "I love her so much, why can't she love me back... " Wendy reached out and gently pulled the Little into her lap, wrapping her arms around the sobbing girl's body warmly, resting her chin ever so slightly on Aimee's head and rocking softly. She listened, didn't interrupt, didn't suggest or try to solve the problem, she just listened. "It hurts so much, Wendy... why does love hurt so much?" "Love can definitely hurt, Aimee.. I've been hurt before too. But when you find the right person, and they love you back... it's the best thing in the world. Is this girl another Little?" "No, she's an Amazon.. we've been together forever, I really thought that after today she would love me back!" "Sweetie, there's often only one kind of love an Amazon can have for a Little, especially one as painfully adorable as you, and I'm sure that's not what you wanted." "That is what I wanted!" Aimee shook in Wendy's arms, and Wendy's heart soared. She had been right about everything so far, with just a little kindness and love, this damaged Little would be hers. "I spent the whole day in diapers! I was so cute, why doesn't she want me?" "I am so sorry," Wendy said solemnly, squeezing her gently, "I am so, so sorry, Aimee. I'm so sorry that you hurt that way. It sounds like you did everything right to me, it sounds like she just couldn't appreciate you. Does she appreciate you in other ways? Does she shower you with gifts or carry you around or make sure you feel loved?" "No.. she makes me cook for her, and she makes sure I go to work every day, and... " "It sounds like she's not a very good friend to me. I don't know any other Amazons who make the Little cook or clean. Those sorts of things are so hard for you and so easy for an Amazon, you'd have to cook enough food to feed yourself three times to make a meal for an Amazon. How do you even handle the pans safely?" "I.. I've got lots of practice, I'm a good cook... " "I'm sure you are, sweetie, but a good Amazon wouldn't make you. Sure, you could if you really wanted to... but do you want to? Or.. " Wendy hesitated a moment, "Or do you want someone to feed you?" "She likes my cooking... " Aimee blushed furiously, her tears stopping. "But your cooking isn't going to make her love you, she's just using you as a personal chef. How often do you have to cook?" "Five nights a week... it's-" "Five nights!?" Wendy cut Aimee off mid-sentence, "You poor dear, you poor overworked darling. That's awful, it's practically Little-abuse. Oh, it makes me feel so upset for you! I can't imagine doing that to a Little. Well, you certainly can't be cooking now. What will she do now that you have a hurt foot? You said she'd be mean to you because you hurt it... " "Well," Aimee looked down, "Mean probably isn't the right word.. she'd say it was my fault and that I should be more careful." "Would you still have to cook and go to work?" "Well, yeah.. I mean-" "No no no, that's awful. How about you stay the night here tonight? You can call in sick to work, we'll spend the day coloring and I'll wait on you for a change, instead of you having to wait on an Amazon. I.. I'm really curious about spending more quality time with a Little... after meeting my friend's... not that.. oh.. " "It's okay," Aimee rested her hand on Wendy's arm, "I.. I like you too. I really shouldn't stay, though, I don't want to impose.. " "It really wouldn't be an imposition, I get so lonely... it would be nice to have company. You won't have to worry about your friend getting mad about your foot or making you go to work tomorrow, we can just rest and heal. I don't have anything at all going on tomorrow. You'd be doing me a big favor." "Well, I do owe you a favor for taking such good care of me.. okay, I'll stay the night. Thank you, Wendy. You're a really good person." "You are too, Aimee. I'm really glad we met. It's so funny, I'm so lucky that I was in that very spot when you needed me." Wendy smiled, knowing that it was far from coincidence. She'd been following the Little since she saw her in the store. She had a good feeling about this one. She did from the moment she saw the girl in the adorable costume, surely diapered. And that freakishly tall Amazon from the store wasn't here to interfere this time. "Let's color, okay?" * * * Fiona felt a little sick to her stomach. It had been over an hour and there was no word from Aimee. She fumbled around in her purse for her phone, dropping Aimee's license on the floor in the process. Aimee was out there without her license, she could get into trouble.. she still couldn't be adopted without the proper paperwork, but the authorities would be much more reluctant to help her in a spot. She dialed Aimee's number... only to hear her roommate's phone playing some sappy love song as the ringtone came from the Little's room. She cursed and headed out the door. Maybe she's somewhere nearby, Fiona thought frantically, maybe I can find her. Why does she have to be so stupidly stubborn? Chapter Seventeen The poster was beautiful, and substantially closer to being finished than when they started. Aimee and Wendy had colored happily, Aimee often crouching or standing in Wendy's lap, though sometimes sitting in the highchair. The markers were nicer than any Aimee had ever used and the colors were brilliant. She was proud that she was able to continue Wendy's work without the transition being obvious. After a while, Aimee began to feel the call of nature, however. "Um, Wendy," Aimee said uncertainly, "Do you have a Little-aid ladder for your toilet?" "No, I'm sorry I don't... we could take you to a restaurant or a gas station. Or... " Wendy blushed a bit, looking away. "Or what?" "May I please.. put you in a diaper?" "Oh," Aimee blushed, "I don't know.. " "You're right, it's stupid. I'm so sorry I asked.. ugh, why am I so dumb?" Wendy berated herself, making Aimee feel very uncomfortable, "You probably don't even like me the same way I like you." "You.. really like me that way? We just met and," Aimee's feelings were a whirlwind, Wendy had been so kind, so wonderful.. but everything was moving so quickly. They had just met, but Wendy seemed to understand her in a way that Fiona never could.. or never wanted to. Wendy's arms were so strong and comforting, she wanted to carry her and care for her, Wendy wanted to make sure that she wasn't working too hard, that she was happy... "I.. " Wendy stared at her with an expression that Aimee had worn herself many times, she had just extended a tiny, vulnerable part of herself and she was hoping that the object of her affections didn't crush it. She had been on the other side of this with Fiona so many times, she couldn't hurt Wendy the same way that Fiona hurt her. She didn't love Wendy.. but Wendy did make her feel good. "Okay." "I can? Really? Oh, Aimee... thank you," she squeezed the Little tightly, "I'll be gentle. I got a little practice recently.. " She carried the gullible Little into her bedroom and laid her down on the queen-sized bed. "Wait right here, I'll be right back." Wendy slipped away, leaving Aimee on a bed that was easily half the size of her bedroom back in the apartment, and slipped into the nursery. She smiled, looking at the array of paddles on the wall above the changing table. She grabbed a medium thickness diaper in a soft purple. It was the thinnest she had at the moment, she preferred her Littles in very thick diapers.. but she'd need a change sooner this way, and more diapers meant Aimee getting more comfortable with her quicker. She grabbed a bottle of oil and re-locked the nursery, carrying the diaper in front of her back to the bedroom. She kindly, tenderly stripped Aimee's jeans and underwear, much more gingerly than she preferred, but this was the right way to handle it. Aimee trembled as Wendy worked the oil into her skin in her most private places slowly, deliberately, lovingly. Caressing her as she went. Aimee closed her eyes and hugged her arms to her chest, biting her lip a bit as she enjoyed the feelings of Wendy's strong hands. When the sound of the diaper crinkling as it was unfolded hit her ears, she shivered in anticipation. Wendy already wanted her more than Fiona ever did, she was so gentle, so wonderful... and she wanted it just as much as Aimee. She inhaled sharply in ecstasy as she felt her ankles being lifted, her bottom lowered on the soft padding. It wasn't nearly as thick as her princess diapers, to her disappointment, but it felt amazing. Wendy pulled the diaper tight around her waist, paying closer attention to each side than Fiona ever did to the whole change. When the sides were taped securely, Wendy probed and pulled at the legbands, fluffing the padding. Aimee couldn't hold back the moan then, and Wendy began rubbing the front of the diaper. "You're so wonderful, Aimee... she didn't deserve you," she leaned in close to the Little's ear, rubbing and stroking the soft plastic, "You are the cutest Little I've ever seen. You are a good girl," Aimee convulsed at the words, writing under her touch, "You're such a good girl, you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. You deserve to be cared for and doted on. You are a wonderful Little," Wendy increased the rhythm and pressure, Aimee's hands shot out and gripped the giant's one arm, grinding her hips into the giant hand, panting. "You're. Such. A. Good. Girl." Aimee's world exploded in lights and colors as her body shuddered in orgasm, she moaned aloud, her toes curling involuntarily. As the afterglow descended, Wendy climbed onto the bed and pulled the twitching Little into her lap, rubbing gently on her tummy, above the diaper. The extra pressure on the bladder was all Aimee needed and she let go, flooding the diaper while she swam in feelings of bliss, wrapped in Wendy's strong arms. She panted for breath and clung tightly to the Amazon, her brain completely gone for the moment. The warm padding swelled around her nethers.. and Wendy didn't wait long before she started rubbing again. The warm, wet padding was even more stimulating. She writhed and squirmed in joy in Wendy's lap... She came three more times before the evening was through. * * * Fiona flopped down on her bed, it was after midnight and still there was no sign of Aimee. She had called the police, but there was nothing they could do until Aimee had been missing for 48 hours, as she was a licensed Little and a legal adult. The fact that she stormed out after a fight didn't help her convince the authorities of the urgency at all. But Aimee hadn't even taken her shoes or her phone, she didn't have her purse... where could she have gone? Fiona had spent hours going into nearby shops until they started to close, but there had been no sign of Aimee at all. She had to give up for the moment, she needed sleep. She had to interface with the Little Pilot team in the morning and get them to start prepping for actual testing. After finally clearing the Whitmore hurdle, she couldn't let the project fall behind now. Not when everything was finally starting to align. Aimee is an adult, she told herself, trying to find a comfortable position underneath the crushing weight of her own guilt, She's smart... enough, she can take care of herself. She'll be home in the morning when I wake up. I'll probably wake up with her in bed with me. Everything will be fine. She had a restless, awful night of sleep, dreaming of Aimee being hit by a car, being chased by dogs, being picked up and carried off by a disturbingly large bird. She awoke only a couple of hours later in a cold sweat and started calling all of the hospitals nearby, asking if Aimee had been admitted... she didn't know whether to be happy or sad that she wasn't in any of the medical facilities. She didn't want her friend to be hurt, but she also wanted to know WHERE she was. Fiona walked around the apartment in the dark, stopping in to Aimee's room and staring at the fallen pacifier, the crumpled onesie, the stack of nighttime princess diapers. She missed her friend... she'd rather have a baby Aimee than no Aimee at all. I'll diaper her when she gets home, Fiona told herself, I won't adopt her, but I can baby her at home... friends with benefits, that's a thing, right? I.. I don't want to lose her. I don't want to be without her. She fired up their video game and sat on the couch with a tumbler of whiskey on the rocks, and stared at Aimee's backward civilization on the screen. "All she ever wanted was to be loved and you fucked it up, Fiona," she said aloud to herself, "Why are you so fucking broken? You knew she loved you and you led her on for years, you piece of shit. She showed you all the time what she wanted, she just wanted to feel little, to be loved." Flipping through one of the Adopted Little catalogs Aimee had "casually" left laying around, she couldn't hold it back any longer and she cried.. until she passed out on the couch. * * * Helen looked at the clock, Aimee's business friend was always perfectly punctual. She arrived at the exact same minute every single day, but here Helen stood, five minutes after Aimee usually showed up, standing at the store entrance, worrying about the precious Little. She hadn't called in yet, and as far as Helen knew, helping her business friend was only supposed to take one day. She went to go find her backup greeter again, hoping the Little wouldn't mind donning the costume again, at least until Aimee showed up. The girl seemed really happy about the Employee of the Month award, it was very strange that she'd disappear without notifying anyone at all. She kept an eye out for Aimee for the next couple of hours, but the Little never showed and never called. Helen tried calling Aimee's phone, but only got a recording prompt. "Aimee, hi. It's Helen, I know you had the day off yesterday but I was under the impression that it was only one day. You have Saturday and Sunday scheduled off, I hope to see you on Monday. Frankly, I'm a little bit worried about you, this isn't like you. Please call and let me know you're okay... as your friend, not your boss. I'm not mad, I just want to know... I just need to know you're okay. Please be okay." Nightmare scenarios played through her head as the message rambled on, most of them ending up with Aimee hurt somewhere. The poor girl was so small, so defenseless. Helen needed her to be okay.. she never got to tell her how she really felt. * * * Carol was stalling on the phone for Fiona, who was 30 minutes late. She hoped everything was okay, the Friday conference call had started without her. She muted the phone and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as Fiona staggered through the door, looking rather worn and a bit disheveled. She stood and ushered her boss to her desk and dialed in the call for her, setting her up and running to fetch a coffee. Fiona's presence wasn't imperative on this call, but missing her second one ever as VP would be a bad start. Fiona appeared to be getting into gear when Carol returned with the steaming cup of coffee. She quietly excused herself from the office, but couldn't help lingering for a moment at the doorway to stare longingly at the empty playpen. She sat back down at her desk and listened in on the call in case Fiona needed anything. When it was wrapping up she went to grab her boss the now-customary bagel and delivered it to go with the morning coffee. "Are you okay, Fiona? Is there anything I can do for you?" "I had a rough night, my roommate stormed out and never came home." "Your roomma... you mean Aimee? The Little from yesterday?" Ice flooded Carol's veins. "Yeah," Fiona rested her head in her hands, she looked like she felt terrible. "What do you mean stormed out? Did she have a place to go? Is she okay?" "I don't know," Fiona groaned, "I'm really worried.. she didn't have her license when she left, she didn't even have her shoes. She just.. stormed out." Fiona held the Little's license badge in her hands, dangling.. unable to help the Little who needed it. Something snapped in Carol's brain, it was completely unable to imagine a world where she would let that tiny, vunerable creature stomp out of a room much less an apartment in the city. She would have swept the darling up and hugged her until she felt better or screamed herself to sleep, she could never, ever, ever let her put herself in danger like that. She imagined that Little girl wandering the streets of the city alone in a wet diaper, crying for a mommy. A mommy that she should already have. "You.. you let her walk out with no shoes? No license?" Carol's voice sounded confused, not understanding at all. A tiny flame ignited in the back of her mind. "She's an adult," Fiona snapped, her head whipping up, "She's supposed to take care of herself." "She's not an adult, Fiona. She wet her diaper twice in the short time I... was with her." "She likes diapers, I'll never understand it. She's still an adult, she cooks, she cleans, we watch movies and play games. We're friends."Fiona's words were only fanning the fire in Carol's brain. Suddenly she had a picture in her mind of Fiona working poor Aimee in their house like a slave, forcing her to do housework when she should be cradled and rocked, fed and cuddled. "She likes diapers because she's JUST A BABY," Carol said, the fire starting to rage out of control, taking Carol right along with it. "She's not a fucking baby, Carol," Fiona said, standing up. "We graduated high school together, I was there when she got her first job. We've been friends for a long damn time! She's not a baby. She's just small." "No, Fiona. Stephen in the design department is just small, Heidi in public relations is just small. A Little who wants someone to carry them and breastfeed them, who begs to be diapered... they're babies and you know it. Not all Littles are babies, it's true. But Aimee is. How could you let her leave like that? What if something happened to her? Dammit Fiona, why hasn't someone adopted her already?" "Because I don't want to fucking adopt her, I've told her no a million times! I don't want a damned baby!" "I DO!" Carol was flat out screaming at her boss now, "I'm in love with Aimee! I want to adopt her, and I swear, if something happened to her... I'll... I'll... " "You'll what," Fiona stepped toward her assistant, taking the unfinished threat very seriously. "I'll die," Carol sobbed as she sank to the ground, "Poor Aimee... she's so helpless, she's so tiny. I wish.. I wish I had told her how I felt yesterday. I knew I loved her the moment I held her. She's so... perfect. I can't believe she asked you and you refused her.. poor Aimee... I want her so much." Fiona stood dumbfounded at her assistant's breakdown. She was ready for rage, for hate, for screaming... she wasn't ready for this collapse. "I love her too, Carol... I don't know where she is or if she's safe and it's killing me," she took a few deep breaths, composing herself, "But I have too much to do right now. Too much to accomplish. I've called the police, they won't do anything for another full day. I'll keep a careful watch for her, my phone is always on no matter what, and I'll search for her again tonight. But I need you to either focus on the job or take another day off." Carol looked up at this heartless creature, suddenly unsure if her boss were an Amazon at all. Chapter Eighteen Aimee awoke in the soft embrace of giant arms. She snuggled in, assuming it was Fiona at first, until she realized she was wearing a soggy, cold diaper taped around her. The previous night came back to her in a rush and she turned beet red. She rolled over slowly to face the sleeping Wendy. It had been amazing... every moment of it. It was like Wendy knew what she wanted even better than she knew herself. Wendy had made her feel things she had never felt before, and gazing at this perfect Amazon, she realized she was falling in love with her. Her thoughts started to turn toward Fiona, but she stopped them.. instead she chose to poke her soggy diaper. She needed to go and she wasn't sure this one could take another wetting. She tried to climb carefully out of Wendy's embrace, but the giant woman yawned and squeezed her tightly... and Aimee lost control with a squeak. "Oh, good morning beautiful," Wendy said sleepily, "Oh.. I think someone sprung a leak." She sat up and lifted the Little off the bed, she had only left a tiny spot, but the there was a line of wetness going down one leg. "I would love to put you in another diaper, if that's okay with you. I know you're a Licensed, independent Little and all... but I really, really enjoyed last night." "I uh... " it was hard to think while being held aloft, two full body lengths above the ground, supported only by giant hands under your armpits, "I would like another diaper, please. Sorry I leaked," Aimee frowned, feeling badly about it. "It's not your fault, sweetie. I think my friend left a thicker diaper here, too," Helen said as she laid Aimee down on the floor and peeled the wet diaper from her, she stepped away for a moment and returned with a warm washcloth and wiped Aimee down. "Wait just a moment, I'll see if I can find it." Aimee nodded, feeling vulnerable but incredibly loved. Wendy didn't care that she wanted to wear a diaper, Wendy wanted her to wear them. Wendy liked it.. and Wendy made her feel the way that she always wanted Fiona to make her feel. The Amazon returned with a puffy pink princess diaper. "Oh," she frowned, "I'd like to go to breakfast, but you can't wear this out. You're Licensed, I could get in a lot of trouble." "So adopt me," the words tumbled from Aimee's lips before she realized what she was even saying, but now they were out there in the world. "I.. I accept!" Wendy swept Aimee up and squeezed her, "Oh, Aimee! I fell in love with you at first sight, you'll really let me adopt you? Can we go down to the registrar's office today?" Aimee's head was reeling, some part of her was screaming that this was an awful idea in the back of her mind. Don't do it! You don't even know her! What about Fiona? Fuck Fiona, another part of her responded. She never wanted me anyway, I don't owe her a damned thing. She probably didn't even look for me. Aimee felt the soft plastic of the diaper pressed against her naked behind, Wendy was holding it in one hand as she squeezed her tightly, and the addict in her couldn't take it. She wanted to be in that diaper, she had craved Fiona diapering her for a long, long time and got the barest taste of it yesterday. Now Wendy was offering her everything she wanted with joy, not reluctance, not a grudging smile. An openness, a willingness, a kindness. And all after the most amazing night of Aimee's life. "Yes," Aimee nodded, "Let's go right now. Make me yours, Wendy." * * * Aimee stood before the registrar in the perfect dress, all tulle and lace, not even hiding the puffy pink diaper as she snuggled in Wendy's arms. "Do you, Aimee Perrin, willingly forsake all rights of adulthood and promise yourself to this woman, to love and to honor, to obey and to cherish, to love as your own mommy for as long as you both shall live?" "I do," Aimee said with glee. "Do you, Wendy Olivier, accept this sacrifice willingly, this precious gift that this Little gives to you, the ultimate symbol of love between Little and Amazon? Will you care for her, comfort her, and protect her from all that would harm her as though she were your own daughter?" "I will," Wendy grinned, squeezing Aimee closely. "Please present your thumbs to the pad," the registrar held out the screen for them each to press their thumb to, solidifying the contract and promsing Aimee a life of diapers with Wendy forever. Wendy pressed her thumb to the pad with fervor. Aimee hestitated for the barest moment, but jammed her thumb down as well. Wendy had shown her more love in one day than she had felt in her whole life. This was the right choice. "Congratulations on your adoption, Ms. Olivier. You have a beautiful Little, I'm sure you'll be very happy together." "Oh we will, your honor," Wendy smiled, "She's very special. Let's go home, darling. I have a surprise for you." Aimee was in a daze, she had finally done it. She had given away her adulthood for real, now she got to live the life she had always dreamed of, the life that the Littles in the movies got. Diapered, cuddled, kept, and loved. Fate had led her to walk out on Fiona that night, fate had put that piece of glass in her foot, and fate had delivered her into Wendy's loving arms. Aimee didn't think she could ever be happier than she was at that moment, it was the happiest she'd ever felt in her entire life. She was starting a new chapter as an Adopted Little and it couldn't be better. Every Amazon in the area, even those without a strong Littlesense, could taste her joy. Wendy was practically bathing in it, it was a wonderful feeling.. she completely understood why Amazons adopted Littles and lived happily ever after... but she knew that those people were just missing out on the even greater flavor. She couldn't wait to get Aimee home to her new life. That first taste of real fear was always the best. Amazons didn't want to believe that the Littlesense was a real thing, they blamed "mothering instincts" or some other such nonsense. Science had "proven" that the Littlesense wasn't real, but Wendy firmly believed that every Amazon had it in one way or another.. hers was just more attuned and particular than most. Amazons had a long history of feeling satisfied by babying a Little, but an extra sense that felt Little emotions had been long dismissed as new-age nonsense or old superstitions. Wendy knew otherwise, and she knew just how to enjoy it. Aimee was carried back to her new mommy's car and buckled in to her carseat. It felt amazing that these things were hers now, she'd never let Wendy go. "Thank you mommy!" Aimee beamed as her love tightened her buckles and made sure she was safe and secure. Wendy lit up like the sun as she was called "mommy" by her new toy for the first time. "You're welcome, sweetie. You've made me the happiest Amazon in the world today. Let's go home and celebrate," she smiled warmly and patted Aimee's diapered crotch. This was everything Aimee had ever wanted, a loving mommy, a comfy diaper, and no responsibility. She couldn't wait to call into work and quit for good... although that caused an unexpected pang of sadness. Helen would be disappointed, she had been so proud of Aimee and so kind, she wasn't looking forward to making the best boss she ever had unhappy. Surely she'll understand, Aimee thought to herself, she'll be happy for me right? All my friends will be happy for me, even Fiona... she'll never have to deal with me again. "Mommy, I should call into my job and let them know I'm not coming back. I don't have to go to work any more, right?" "Of course you don't," Wendy said, firing up the car and starting the drive back home, "I wouldn't let you even if you wanted to. You're just a baby now, and babies don't work. Babies don't cook or clean, they just play all day. This is your new life, diapers and bottles forever." She watched in the rear-view mirror as Aimee swooned to her words, that taste of joy filling the enclosed car. Having the car taste this way all the time would be nice... but the flavor of the nursery was superior in every way. It was like comparing a vanilla ice cream cone to a cherry cheesecake, one was a nice treat and one was a sumptuous dessert. Wendy was ready for dessert. "You don't need to call in, though. Places like Sir Bearington's expect some employees to quit without calling, they plan for it." "How did you know where I worked?" Aimee's voice had a touch of suspicion under the surprise, and the first droplets of fear mixed in with the joy. "You don't remember me visiting you at work? You called me 'pretty lady' and I invited you to dinner, before that very tall Amazon took you away from me. I fell in love with you right there, sweetheart." Suddenly Aimee remembered that day, Aimee had almost said yes to her then. "It really is fate!" Aimee squeed, "I was destined to meet you, mommy. You seemed so nice, so wonderful that day... I almost went to dinner with you that very night. It's so amazing that you're the one who found me last night, it was meant to be." "It was definitely meant to be, my Little one," Wendy agreed with a grin. Those drops of fear were gone, but Aimee's were so delicious.. it wouldn't be long at all before she'd be able savor them. She pulled her car into the garage and killed the engine. It was time to introduce her darling Little to her new room. * * * Carol spent the day in agony. Her productivity was completely shot, she spent as much time scouring "Found Little" sites and message boards, police reports, hospital reports, news reports, and any other piece of data she could find that might give her a clue to where Aimee might be. She wanted that Little to be safe, she wanted to confess her love and show her that she deserved to be loved, to be cherished and cared for, to be held and cuddled. A part of her was growing to hate Fiona the more they talked. She had brought Aimee up several times, asking questions about her habits and preferences.. Fiona only seemed to care about Aimee if it meshed with something Fiona already wanted. Fiona's tastes, Fiona's fun, Fiona's goals... she shouldn't be surprised that Fiona was actually one of the ruthless types like the other VPs, the other high-and-mighty Amazons. It seemed like the only way to get to the top was to step on people on the way. No matter where she looked, nothing was turning up. There was some relief in that, no one had found Aimee murdered anywhere. There was hope that she was just hiding somewhere, completely safe.. and just very angry with Fiona. Her boss' phone had rung several times during the day, but it was never Aimee. Fiona listened carefully each time, every time the phone sprang to live, hope sprang anew in her heart.. but it was a disappointment each time. Carol was running out of leads to follow, she wished she had a way to trace Aimee by her License... but that was beyond her skill with computers. There was a man in the Internal Tech department who had a crush on her that just might, however... She waited for Fiona to head to the bathroom, and she borrowed Aimee's license from her boss' purse. She just hoped that Alex would be able to do something with it.

I’ve peed on myself in the tub and all over my face. I have drank some of my wee also.

Thanks crinkleybutt hope this keeps you reading ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 4 With over an hour to go Simon was back in place in front of the screen still unable to do more than watch as the pink clock, which was going a deeper shade of red, clicked down towards zero. The numbers panel now read 26,189 and Simon’s head filled with the thought that those digits represented people. What were they all like? Were they like him? Had this whole process affected them as it had done him? Naked, apart from a pair of high-gloss, red, plastic briefs covering an ultra-thick disposable, which was securely holding in place the newly purchased 8” butt plug, his hard dick making the tightly stretched fabric super erotic, he couldn’t wait for those final few seconds. His mind was filled with the thousands of other guys, waiting at their screens, rubbing their cocks, massaging their balls, tweaking their tits (yes this was another thing that he had surprising found out he loved since that countdown had begun), or perhaps like he was, lovingly massaging their padded mounds. He wondered what else they would all be doing? Would they all have found a new ‘vice’ to enjoy? Maybe a messy, soaked diaper hanging abused from someone’s hips? He shivered at the thought. Might they be sat in rubber, plastic, naked or… something he’d never even dreamed off…? At that precise moment his mind was filled with the possibilities; each idea was thrilling and sending pulse after pulse of intoxicating pleasure to his already overloaded brain. His cock was hard and demanding as his thoughts contemplated how kinky ‘others’ may be feeling, he wriggled and the 8” sensation drove him nearer to eruption. *****tbc*****

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I like to bury my face in my soaking wet nappy and breath in the pee.

Occasionally, but it's more of a lifestyle and I'm just so used to wearing a diaper.

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

I have enjoyed this thread very much. I will be honest that I do not have specific rules I adhere to when looking after a little. Maybe there are some unspoken rituals or expected behaviours but I tend to go with the flow. For me having a free style as opposed to a set agenda makes for more fun. But I can completely understand the need for rules when concerning a naughty little or a bratty baby! If a little does misbehave I do enforce corner time and the clock is reset if they turn around or speak, so maybe I do have some rules after all. Who knew, haha.

They are like my security blanket...I get a very comfortable feeling when i wear a diaper. I don't know just having a dry diaper on makes me feel safe