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  1. I still have copper wiring and am getting 2.98 Mbps if I really turn the hand crank. Envious always, Jim
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  2. Reposting some old stories due to the great board crash of 2017. Heya all. My attempt at doing another Christmas story somehow turned into finishing a Legend-of-Korra-inspired story. While it’s loosely based on the characters (and where they ended up), in a slightly parallel universe with different names and event ordering, watching the show isn't necessary, it was just used as inspiration for people and relationships. --- Kara fell to her knees. Around her, soldiers rushed to put out fires, while followers of the enemy general surrendered. There, it was done. She’d prevented a war, though had exhausted most of her power to do so. Footsteps drew closer, and she recognized the stylish boots of Esammi, once a romantic rival, but now an instrumental help during the recent months. It was at least somebody who she could trust. Kara let herself collapse. She was unable to give any more today, and just hoped that her depleted power would return. --- Kara sat on her bed, staring out the window. On a whim, she lifted a hand and tried to cause a disturbance in the air. Nothing. Her powers were gone. She was entirely average. Her life had been about preparing for her destiny as a generational hero, and yet now she was finished. She’d never even imagined that that there was an ‘after’ for being a hero, but the depletion of her power seemed final. All the experts agreed. She turned to the opening door. Esammi entered, carrying a tray of steaming tea. “How are you feeling today Kara?” Kara managed a weak smile. Esammi had done so much, and had been there for her for everything lately. It felt wrong not to at least try to match the older girl’s enthusiasm. “Still the greatest power in the land, deep down.” “Oh I’m sure,” Esammi purred, though it seem kind of like she was indulging a child. “And your bed? Do we have a mattress that needs checking?” Kara blushed and glanced away. “It was only one time Esammi.” The mattress suddenly sunk as the taller girl sat beside her, and Kara blinked when she realized that Esammi had begun stroking her hair. “There there,” she purred, “You had a big destiny, and now you’ve done it. It’s okay to be a bit… worn out.” Kara nodded slowly, letting herself be stiffly pulled into a cuddle. She still hadn’t worked out exactly what ‘this’ was between her and Esammi. Hadn’t they once been rivals over the same guy? Could Esammi have actually been more... bisexually inclined... all that time? Kara lay against the older girl’s chest with an awkward stiffness, not knowing what to do. She wasn’t really, er, like that herself, but had come to depend on Esammi’s help and care recently, before and after the big battle. “I um-” “Shh. Just a poor worn out thing, all exhausted. And look, it seems the mattress is a bit damp.” Kara blinked, and looked down. She hadn’t felt- Oh, dear, when had that happened? It felt like it was spreading beneath her just now, but she hadn’t even- “Roll away for me dear, let’s not dampen those nice blue pants.” Kara found herself rolled towards the window, wishing that she could move herself more. But it was odd, if she’d wet then shouldn’t the pants themselves already be more soaked than- She suddenly gasped and jumped as a sponge was pressed on her backside, and began dabbing. Oh my, Esammi really was pushing this caretaker role. “There. Kara is all better.” She found herself being rolled back into another hug, landing on a crinkling sheet which hadn’t been there before. Had Esammi had that already...? “Why don’t we work on responding to favours, Kara, now that you’re on regular level?” “I, um-” “Just basic thank yous and pleases, I mean, so that I know that you’re learning how to navigate the regular word. I just want what’s best for you.” Kara blushed, finding herself pinned against the older girl’s chest, staring out blankly over looming cleavage. “Um, thank you Esammi.” “My pleasure dear. We just need to work on your manners, since when you were all-powerful you never quite made time for them. But it’s what’s best.” Kara nodded dumbly. If Esammi said so. She didn’t really have anything else going for her right now, and had become so dependent on her former rival since that big day. At least it wasn’t just her alone with the doctors and nurses in this cramped half-collapsed hospital. Though Esammi had paid big bucks, ensuring that she had the very best care. “Now, I want you back in bed,” Esammi cooed, lowering Kara back onto the mattress, “And all rested up. We have a big trip soon.” Kara squirmed for a moment on the plastic sheet, knowing that she wouldn’t get back up again easily now. “We do?” “Yes. I thought some time in the mountain retreats might be good for you. Nobody lives down there anymore, and the high altitude could help. Just us. Won’t that be nice?” Kara nodded slowly, not sure what to think. At least there’d be nobody else to witness these embarrassing exchanges between her and Esammi, and she could keep them to herself until she recovered. But what if… what if she had actually read Esammi right, and the former rival really was interested in her as… more than friends? Kara had always been so action-oriented, so hyper focused on battle, she’d never entertained many thoughts about other girls in general, let alone in that sense. If Esammi really was asking her… on a date, she’d be rather trapped. She shivered, wondering why she didn’t object more. “That sounds good, Esammi.” The tall raven-haired beauty beamed down, stroking some of Kara’s own hair from her face. “Getting so polite already. We’ll make a civilized girl out of you yet.” With that, she suddenly leaned down and planted a kiss on Kara’s forehead, her warmth becoming close and oppressive for a moment. The former hero blushed and squirmed, but told herself it was nothing to worry about. Esammi was into boys, it was probably all just platonic care. -- “Yes, just her and I,” Esammi smiled, directing the airship captain to turn towards the great mountain retreat on their right. “It’s going to be a very special time.” Kara blushed in her wheelchair, sitting on the flight deck behind the standing captain and wealthy heiress. At least Esammi hadn’t been saying this kind of stuff to anybody else on the way - only this hired captain from the last port, who didn’t even know who they were. The last thing she needed was some notion getting out that she was a… lesbian. She’d already had to fend off advances by women as well as the men, being the hero of destiny tended to draw the full spectrum of attention. “Well, you two have fun,” the captain said, with far too much implication, bringing the airship down beside the mansion. “Thank-you!” Esammi beamed, then turned to take her customary position behind the wheelchair handles. “The rest of our things have already been delivered.” The captain gave an impressed whistle, seeming to realize just how rich Esammi was to have arranged all this. Perhaps he’d worked out who she was, though that didn’t mean that he’d realize who Kara was too. The world wasn’t looking for her sitting uselessly in a wheelchair, doted over by a wealthy young heiress. Kara’s spinning thoughts were interrupted as the chair jerked to life, aiming down the ramp for the ancient monastery sitting atop the flat mountain. She winced, realizing that this place really wasn’t made for wheelchairs, at least not in the sense that she’d be able to do much by herself. A large chunk of it had been turned into a private estate, which sat beautifully among the clouds. She could see why Esammi would be drawn to it. The girl liked her beautiful things. They passed by a reflective metal post used for anchoring, and Kara saw her own reflection, looking slumped and worn out in the wheelchair. Did Esammi see something beautiful there too? The reflection pulled away as Esammi turned them to watch the departing airship. It rose, then dropped into the lower layers of clouds. They continued staring for a moment, Kara’s heart beating faster, when suddenly Esammi giggled. “In we go!” Kara squirmed slightly, only being stilled as Esammi reached down to take her hand once again, raising it to hold at her shoulder. There seemed to be a lot of such hand-holding recently... Maybe she should have thought a bit more about what it all meant and what she wante- “Now Kara,” “Yes? Esammi?” Kara felt a small squeeze, and could almost see Esammi beaming behind her. Perhaps she hadn’t lost all her powers, just the most useful ones. “There’ll be no more nurses here. No more doctors.” “That would be good.” “Indeed. I thought you could use something different. You’ve tried so hard and I’m so so proud of you.” Kara nodded. “Though it will mean some complications.” Kara froze, except for an involuntary bump over a pebble, and only able to hold Esammi’s hand. “What do you mean?” “Well, they don’t have handi-accessible toilets here.” “They… don’t?” “No, this isn’t a hospital. But don’t worry, I’ve had some things delivered, and we won’t be having to constantly rush you off to bathrooms, especially during the night. Though I would like you to sleep near me so I can check on you anyway.” Kara breathed a small sigh of relief. Esammi was a top inventor, and probably had some clever spring ramp solution for the lack of accessible toilets. Though she felt her stomach clench at the talk of sleeping close. How close? Like, did Esammi mean ‘together?’ Was Kara’s imagination just on overdrive? Why did she keep thinking about this, did she even perhaps kind of want it, in an unexpected way? After all, Esammi was very beautiful. Maybe she could see a reality where- Kara shook her head clear of the thoughts. It was all nonsense. They approached huge wooden doors, which opened for Esammi with some kind of key command. It dawned on Kara that this place was a fortress, though nobody could reach it anyway, barely anybody even really knew it existed. It would just be Esammi, and whichever horde of business assistants she surely had informed, who would be arranging delivery supplies and checkups for them no doubt. They rolled into the massive mansion, Esammi’s heels clipping neatly on the tiles, Karra’s wheelchair creaked slightly. “Isn’t it beautiful?” “I suppose.” “Oh Kara.” She felt a squeeze on her hand. “We’ll teach you to remember beautiful things, if you even ever knew.” Kara nodded slightly, kind of wishing that she could have her hand back without seeming rude. Her imagination was probably still on overdrive. There was no way that Esammi would- “Now, how about a bath.” Kara blinked. “What?” “You’ve been so cooped up in that hospital, and now our travel cabin. I think it’s time that you get to unwind, and get clean.” “Oh, I, for a second I thought you meant-” “And I’ll get in with you. To make sure you’re okay. We can do that here, without anybody knowing. Just us, remember?” Kara blinked. Speechless. Okay, surely Esammi just meant that they’d wear swimmers. They approached a bubbling round bath in the stone floor, placed near a breathtaking open-cut view over the cloudy mountains. “See, already warm,” Esammi beamed, nodding towards the ever-pool. It might have been technology, or perhaps some kind of magic. Kara stared at it for a moment, thinking it could be a kind of beautiful spot to relax, maybe even romantically if somebody had that in mind, then realized that she really should check about her swimwear hope, whether Esammi had packed- A bare female leg brushed passed Kara’s cheek, and she blinked. It took her a moment to realize that Esammi had ditched her black-and-red industrialist travelling outfit, and had stripped down to stylish red underwear and a short high corset. “Now, let’s get my little hero undressed.” Kara gaped, finding dainty feminine hands with big painted nails working on the buttons on her top. “Oh Esammi I-” “Shh. I don’t want you to have to worry about a thing from now on. It’s time to let somebody be your hero, for what you truly want.” Kara blushed harder and glanced out over the beautiful clouds. She felt her top opened, and her breasts bounce free. It had been so difficult to button that up herself, and then Esammi had been able to just go and undo it in an instant... “Oh. Looks like somebody has some little erect nipples. Are you cold?” Kara turned to Esammi with a deep blush, opened her mouth, then paused when she saw the grinning tease. Oh dear, it was rhetorical. Esammi was going to read this one way, and, embarrassingly, Kara wasn’t sure herself anymore. But how could she have such a side of herself? Had she really been so focused on boys that- “Pants now too.” “Oh Essami! Maybe-” “Shh. You can’t wear them in the bath, as much as you might be getting used to them being wet by now.” Kara blushed and glanced away. It had only been three times, and cleaning up after had been such torture that she had committed to making sure it never happened again. The string on her pants was pulled free. Practical, loose, long blue leggings, easy for quick movement, not exactly feminine and revealing… “Down we go! And do you have underwear on today Kara?” Kara blushed. “Of course I do! I-” She paused with embarrassment. Oh, maybe Esammi was asking so that she could know whether to not drop the pants, perhaps not intending for Kara to go without some covering in the p- “Those will have to come down too then.” Kara shivered, watching Esammi crouching between her thighs, working on her pants. The other girl smiled at her in such a teasing way, as if knowing something which Kara didn’t want to accept. Kara couldn’t help feel that her former rival was right. The pants began down over her thighs, pulled by two delicate, yet strong, hands. Her stylish black underwear went a moment later, and Kara blushed, wondering what Esammi would think of her secret obsession with expensive feminine underwear. Hell, she couldn’t stop glancing at what Esammi had on, a beautiful red corset cradling her cleavage, and a tall narrow red thong running down smoothly between her legs. It wasn’t a look of jealousy, Kara was struggling with confused breathless intoxication and flitting eyes. Kara suddenly realized that she was nude, sitting there in her wheelchair, and glanced away with scarlet cheeks. Esammi seemed to think nothing of it, except for the excited devious smile that she wore. “Oh, somebody has a cute little triangle down there.” Kara blushed. “I… I don’t normally shave, or trim. But after the... accidents... A nurse left some scissors and suggested it....” Kara looked anywhere but down, biting her lip and not wanting to see how ridiculous and prissy she looked down below, with her tiny little trim. It was hardly suited to the strong brash hero that she’d been seen as until recently. “I think it’s cute.” Kara glanced back, breathing heavily, her nude breasts heaving. “Really?” Esammi smiled. “Now, let’s get you into the pool!” Kara nodded quickly. At least she’d be covered again there, though it didn’t matter much now. Esammi had seen everything, and seemed fairly excited by what she saw… Could Kara really still read this as platonic? Did she want to? She was wheeled over to pool, then two hands with long nails slipped under her armpits, slightly chilling her. Esammi proved stronger than expected, and had no trouble lowering Kara into the waiting water. Kara supposed that she was kind of short, even if muscled and recently powerful. The spa hit her like a warm hug. She sighed in sudden relief, almost forgetting all the embarrassment for a moment, until she suddenly opened her eyes and saw a nude Esammi strolling past her side. Kara gaped in frozen shock, then had to look away immediately. She’d never seen a sight like it, but it was burned into her mind… Essami was so… soft and feminine, in ways that Karra had never really considered. Esammi was so elegant, beautiful, and had not an inch of lack of confidence about her body. She held herself with such poise, and lowered herself into the bath. Kara saw a matching trimmed bush, a little more than her own, and glanced away then, overwhelmed. Gods, that was a woman she was looking at. It was gross. Or at least meant to be in theory. She peeked back, seeing Esammi dip into the water with a smile, her perfect breasts floating to the surface of the water and seeming to tease Kara with their distracting bobbing. The heiress smiled, then began to swim across the small pool, paddling in a way that sent her assets bouncing even quicker. Her eyes were locked deeply onto Kara’s, and for once the hero found herself frozen, staring back. “Isn’t this nice?” the heiress whispered, getting close and producing a sponge from beneath the surface. Kara nodded in dumb silence. They were just friends… This wasn’t... “And look at that view,” Esammi purred, edging closer to Kara with all her stunning nakedness. Kara was glad to have an excuse to look away, it was like looking at the sun. The view through the window was indeed nice, and- She gasped, feeling the sponge touch her inner thigh. As she whirled back, she found Esammi looking at her, biting her lower lip and with lowered eyes. They stared, and Kara’s breasts heaved in and out of the water, creating small ripples. Okay, it was just a very intimate kind of platonic clean, they weren’t- The beauty leaned in to kiss the hero, and Kara froze as their lips connected. Of course her theories had been right all along, there had been clear implications, and she’d walked right into it, even perhaps welcomed it, on some unknown level. It was right to go along with it. Essami was sweet and rich and stunningly beautiful and doting and- A tongue began exploring her mouth, and Kara found herself breathing heavier and heavier, her endowed chest rising and falling and beginning to rub against Esammi as the other girl got closer. It wasn’t a returned kiss, with Kara simply frozen in place as Esammi gave small delicate sucks around her mouth, but it was still a first kiss, and sent electric shocks through her body. Kara moaned, realizing that she was finally feeling excitement. She might not have thought that she could before, but once their bodies touched... Esammi’s naked and wet form pushed against her, and the hero felt her eyes flutter, rolling back until she was looking at the stone ceiling. Gods. What in the world was this? The last thing she’d have expected a year ago was ending up here. Fingers edged closer to her as the kiss continued, and Kara surprised herself with a small squealing gasp. It was like nothing belonging to a powerful hero of destiny, but then, that wasn’t her now. She was just Kara, Esammi’s helpless ward... Breasts and nude torsos pushed together, and a leg wrapped around hers. The sponge crept to her crotch, and then two feminine fingers kept going, finding their way between her legs. The hero closed her eyes, and decided to let whatever happened, happen. It wasn’t technically gay if she didn’t do anything back, even if she had sort of accepted it and walked right into this situation, figuratively... --- Kara lay in Esammi’s arms in the silky bed. The taller girl wore a costly pink slip, which was mostly transparent, and tied over cleavage which Kara stared into. The hero considered pulling away. Taking the arms from her, and inching towards the other edge of the double bed. But it wasn’t right. She had sort of asked for this, to explore the possibility, by not objecting. And she at least just owed Esammi. Besides, it was too late to back out now - she was on this indefinite ‘date’ for however long she was trapped for. She hadn’t exactly done anything back herself (though Esammi had guided her hand and had it do plenty), but she’d done enough. She was at least half a lesbian now, maybe. “Esammi?” “Hrm?” “I need to go to the bathroom.” She could have sworn that she saw Esammi smile again beneath her dark hair, like her sixth sense was almost working. “Well, I have a solution for that.” The hands snaked out from around Kara, and she felt both relieved and lonely at the same time. The shame was gone, or reduced, but the beautiful hug had also gone with it. Surely that wasn’t… love? She’d never quite managed to miss her ex-boyfriend that way, who she and Esammi had fought over. Had they just been so alike that they’d ended up at the same place then? Well, some of their positions had reversed now, and Esammi was now the ‘powerful’ one, at least in the ways which remained relevant. Esammi returned, and Kara supposed she should move over for the wheelchair. At least she could get out from the silky luxurious bed, and clear her thoughts about what had happened there after the pool. To try and make sense of a bit. Maybe even ask for some more clothes, beyond the skimpy little things Esammi had given her. Karra had never considered herself ‘cute’ or ‘feminine’ - at least not in any way that others could see - so the tight blue t-shirt ending above her bellybutton, and sky-blue panties which had her her name written across the backside in sparkles, were awkward to say the least. She began rolling to the edge of the bed, when she felt Esammi roll her back. “Esammi? I have to get to the wheelchair.” “Hush hon. No. That’s not right for where you’ve been at, both physically and psychologically.” Kara blinked in confusion, flopping back onto her rear and staring at the roof, trying to understand what Esammi meant. “Where I’ve been at?” She blushed as Esammi grabbed her ankles, and lifted them to reveal her bottom. At least in the bath, they hadn’t been able to see each other. “Yes honey. Your whole identity; your whole purpose, everything you’ve been working towards since you were a toddler, and discovered your powers - it’s all gone, poof, completed and dust now, and you don’t know who you are, with a broken nervous system. The doctors and I think you’ve ‘grown down’, and want to start over. Have to, really, you had nothing else going for you.” Kara nodded dumbly, despite not really following along. The doctors had said something to a similar effect, that her body was physically fine, and that the problem was in her mind. That she was simply so depleted and worn out, that she refused to even lift her legs anymore. It didn’t help that she actually had lost her powers either. “But I really do need to go to the bathro-” “Hush, I said it would be fine.” Kara paused, feeling a sharp slap on her raised backside. “Ow! Essami-” “You’ve returned to a state you never really passed Kara. At least not in general life. You’re really a toddler with where you’re at in general, and that means that, sometimes, when we’re not being lovers, I’m going to have to treat you how you deserve. Do you understand?” Kara blinked, then wailed as she saw a clear adult-sized diaper whisked past her legs, then slipped underneath her. “You’re going to treat me like a little girl??” Esammi gave a soothing smile. “You are a little girl my precious sweetie. And it’s fine. Adorable even. You used to temper tantrum when you had your powers, scared heads of state and even yourself sometimes I think. But now you’re just back to where you stopped growing up the first time. In more ways than one. I’m sorry that I spanked you, but I do want you to learn.” Kara blinked as Esammi climbed over and coaxed her head into a cuddle against her breasts. This… this was hardly an aggression. What was going on? It seemed almost like ‘tough love’, but who could think that Kara deserved such a thing! She was a hero! An unfortunately helpless hero, she realized, staring into Asami’s silky slip and her pressed breasts. “There there. I know you’re confused. And sometimes I like when the adult in you shines through past the tantruming child. The one who I made love to. But I think that when you’re not aroused, you’re back to your childish self, and that’s when you’re going to be treated as it. Have to be. And you’ll need somebody who loves you. Who knows you. And can raise you right.” A thousand memories flashed through Kara’s mind from the past year. Of Essami bringing her tea. Of Essami rubbing her arm and saying that it would all be okay. Of Essami deciding everything about her retreat holiday for her. The woman had… had seen herself as her ‘Mummy’ all this time! It wasn’t romantic or friendship, it was parenting. Kara gave a little sniffle. She was helpless, and maybe what Esammi was saying even made some sense. She couldn’t believe how, despite how shocking the spanking was, even outrageous, it felt kind of right. “Now...” Esammi said, releasing the cuddle on Kara’s head and edging back down the bed between her legs, “Are you going to be a good girl for Mummy? Do you want more rewards like we had in the bathtub, and maybe some colouring and toy time, if you keep working on your manners and let yourself be treated in the way you need?” Kara sniffled, then stared blankly back down between her parted knees. What could she do? She’d play along, until she could get out of this. It couldn’t be long, she wouldn’t really become a child. Esammi seemed to be in no mood to broker disagreement. She found herself nodding, and against her expectations, despite intending to be faking, somewhat believed her own agreement. “Good girl,” Esammi cooed, reaching down and giving a tantalizing pat on Karra’s fuzzy mound. With that, she tugged the diaper up, working in her usual perfect way of getting it just right. A moment later, she added a noisy set of thick, stiff, rubber pants. Light blue ruffles rang along the backside of the transparent addition, and Karra put her hands over her eyes, deciding to just let be, be. Esammi loved her, more than anybody, and was going to take complete power and control over her, that much was clear. “Good girl,” Esammi cooed, even as Kara blushed and could only cover her eyes. She would just fake it, it might even just be a few days. --- Master Trenton stepped off the airship, and breathed in the wonderful mountain air. He glanced at the nearby mansion then, and wondered if he should give one of his usual frowns. He supposed that the old monasteries were best preserved with these wealthy donors moving in and doing their conversions for their mansions. Still, it was a bit surprising to see a colourful plastic playground in the courtyard of this one, not to mention the large square sandpit, and the outside wooden rocking horse sitting beside the wall. Beside him, his wife Pera beamed around as if it were the greatest sight in the world. “It looks like it really worked out,” she said with an excited buzz. Treston nodded slowly. He suppose he understood. Kara really was done, had finished her destiny and wasn’t even moving by herself, at least all those months ago. The elegant solution which Esammi Sarino had revealed to a select circle had surprised him, but the others seemed to be enthusiastically for it. Kara had always been a bit of a tantrumer. He’d often held out hope that she could be taught better, but it had never really played out. It seemed that her final semi-paralysis had even been a kind of tantrum in itself, an outrage over having lost her powers, as if the rest of the world didn’t get by without them. He supposed he could see now that Esammi was right, and why his wife was so excited by the idea. She’d raised four children - one now in college - and had always said that Kara was an example of bad raising, ever she’d come to stay with them in Capitol City. They began across the courtyard, when the huge double doors opened. From the shadows, the tall elegant figure of Esammi Sarino appeared, pushing something in front of her. It took them a moment to realize that it was a large pram. She walked with perfect confidence and poise as she crossed the courtyard, her heels clipping with precision each step of the way. The pram rolled along on greased wheels, and had a blue bonnet covering pulled most of the way across. Trenton straightened, knowing that it was best to continue the world which Miss Sarino had built for herself and Kara here. His wife Pera looked absolutely excited by the approaching sight. The pram’s curved roof began to reveal the inner carriage, and he could already see two big pigtails at the far end. A rattle appeared, being shaken slowly in a feminine hand. At least, more than Treton remembered it. Ah, there was pink nail polish, and she wasn’t as muscled now. A bobbing blue pacifier came next, quite large, though it made sense for the scale, he supposed. He began to see a large curved white mound. “Ah Master Trenton and Pera! How was your flight?” “Quite lovely, thank you.” Trenton watched his bouncing wife rush over, beginning to immediately beam at and play with the occupant of the pram. He glanced at Esammi Sarino, beaming over the pram’s end along with Pera. It took him a moment, out of his loyalty to his wife, but were her boobs way bigger? Had she perhaps been lactating? He cocked his head, then strode to join them. He paused when he saw. She.was.adorable. Bare legs stuck out from a thick white diaper, which itself stuck out from a short light-blue baby-doll dress. Cute matching booties clad her feet, while light blue ribbons tied her hair into those big pigtails. The final touch seemed the light blue oversized pacifier, but then Trenton began noticing more subtle details, such as little blue stylish clips worked throughout her hair, and the glitter on her face. She was… well, there was obviously the original intelligence there, given the blushing reluctant way which she looked up at them. But she continued to shake her rattle, and suck on her pacifier, holding a stuffed bison toy in one arm. After nearly a year with their new family-unit, Esammi had turned a broken hero into something wonderful. This powerful tantruming figure was now clearly a nervous and shy baby-woman, sucking on her pacifier and shaking a rattle, glancing between all the new faces peering in, but no longer saying anything snappish or demanding or threatening. “Can you give a wave for Mummy’s guests sweetie?” Esammi asked, beaming with pride. The oversized toddler woman hesitated, then managed to use her free hand to do a little one-handed finger clap, an adorable wave beyond what the guests expected. It melted Master Trenton’s stern heart. He immediately supported Esammi, despite having been the one with objections. “Good girl!” the stylish woman said, reaching into a pocket and pressing some sort of remote button. Kara suddenly twitched in her pram, and her eyes rolled back while her legs slightly parted, jerking and quivering slightly. “If you’d like to come inside. We’ve had a lot of success here.” “Oh no doubt,” Pera said, still beaming down into the pram. There seemed to be a buzz coming from inside. “Unfortunately,” Trenton began, “We really must be on our way. We have an important trade session in the south, and were only racing through.” “Oh, that’s no problem then. I hope it goes well. Besides, we have more than enough to entertain ourselves with here, don’t we Kara?” She gave a pram a small push, and Kara nodded quickly, seeming more distracted by the buzzing, her eyes rolled back. Perhaps she needed a diaper change, Trenton thought, given how she squirmed her hips and was apparently wearing them full-time now. Though he also suspected something a little more cleverer on Esammi’s part. They were effectively a couple now, right? Not that he’d ask. Well, it seemed almost more like a Mommy-Daughter relationship, but perhaps one where they switched into something more serious when adult-Kara had her moments - perhaps Esammi knew how to tease it out. “You really have turned this around beautifully, Miss Sarino.” Esammi beamed, and even Kara gave a small confused smile, before closing her eyes and beginning to pant. “I just wish she had some playmates, I’m asking around.” Trenton nodded mindlessly, but beside him, his wife cocked her head. “You know,” Pera began, “Our oldest daughter has been very frustrating lately, seeming to think that she’s the universe’s gift to the planet since Kara left the spotlight, given that she is a new generation of practitioner of an ancient magic…” Trenton raised his eyebrows. It was true, Jina had been quite a problem for them. He glanced at his wife. Jina’s arrogance and arguments were all quite serious, but what could they… Well, he looked back at Kara… “Perhaps you’d like to stay here Pera, while I go to the trade meeting, and get to know Esammi and Kara’s situation a little better… --- Pera glanced over her magazine, but saw that the daycare worker was just seeing to Jina, who appeared to have had another accident. Pera liked to watch in sometimes, it was fun to see how Jina had learned to play with Karra and then the other girls over the years. Across the room, Kurina was playing alone, banging a xylophone and seeming to pout about her dirty diaper time out. To think, just two years ago she’d led a force across the continent, creating no small amount of drama. But she was just a young woman, who didn’t know how to express her frustration. Suya Befone, her former mentor and nearly foster mother, had taken to adopting her right. The previous rehabilitation method had been hardly paying off, and then she’d seen how Essami and Pera had done with Kara and Jina… Suya’s other daughter, Jade, sat playing with the unicorn toys with Kara. She’d been caught playing around with a boy, long before her mother felt she was ready, and back she’d gone to diapers beside her ‘foster sister’. Their house really was a happy home. It was funny to think about the one who had introduced them to all this. Pera glanced at the baby bouncer hanging at the far wall, which was being raised up and down by a mechanical whirling machine. Essami Sarino’s eyes fluttered, and she moaned against her pacifier at the indignity of bouncing in a messy diaper. But they’d found out how she’d been drugging Kara, when she’d offered to do the same for Jina to suppress her powers. Sure, it was effective, but they couldn’t let her get away with it. It was time she tasted her own medicine. Ironically, she’d created such baby-proof nursery inventions that even she couldn’t escape, and had done well over the past year. Pera checked the clock on the wall. Essami still had half an hour, and she probably wouldn’t get any special time in Kara’s crib tonight. They’d be put next to each other, at most able to reach across the bars for some light toying. But only good girlfriends got rewards, and those two babies had been set off into some bad behaviour this week. Pera glanced at the most recent newcomer, who seemed to have started it. Julee had been found guilty of assisting Kurina in her tantruming rampage. She had divorced and returned to Capitol City, not knowing what awaited. She went right into the daycare, and her initial tantrums had been quickly quelled as the reality of a bloated wet diaper and spanking arrived. It was just a pity how it had set off the other kids. But Essami and Kurina were almost better, and would probably soon be eating something more than strained prunes and breast milk from the wet nurse nannies, and getting diapers changed more than every thirty hours. Pera smiled, and glanced back down at her magazine. Her second eldest daughter had been mentioned again. Izzi had nearly finished high school, and, oh dear, she’d created quite a stir on campus yet again. Well, it was one month until she turned eighteen and finished school. If she was still acting up then, well, Pera had the most perfect solution...
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  3. well in my case, I don't buy a lot of the cute ab diapers.. I am pretty much full time in diapers and I just can't justify thye prices. They are cute and yes I do feel they add something to the ab play.. I do use the crinklz diaper occasionally, but I can buy a lot more diapers for that kind of money if i go with plain white disposables. I use the dry 24/7s and north shore diapers. both of them are considered to be premium diapers. This is really a question you have to answer for yourself. "Do I really want the cute diapers or can I feel the same in something less expensive".
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  4. Uninformed - I stand corrected.
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  5. I’m not actively trying to lose control of my bladder but I’ve had issues all my life and as I age my issues are getting worse. I can sympathize with those in this incontinence desires forum however because I know how being diapered can increase a person’s emotional outlook and lower stress. Since I don’t have negative judgements against those in this forum I like to drop in occasionally to see what’s going on. it’s ironic that one of the most valuable tips I’ve stumbled on for discretely carrying diapering supplies would be in this very forum which I suspect most people here don’t bother with. Your Wet Friend, your Cannon camera diaper bag idea is simply brilliant. Your spot on in saying that no one will question why you would bring your camera bag to the bathroom with you. These bits of information people share on this site are what make it the best AB/DL and incontinence site out there. Hugs, Freta
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  6. We're out here cheering you on and hoping for the best Bettypooh
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  7. No real preference, I just let it rip when I get the urge.
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  8. http://pamperchu.com/DiaperTapes.html Try that. There is a high res download right there near the top.
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  9. Your Wet Friend, nice of the University of Washington School of Medicine (uwmedicine.ord) to identify the removal of bladder irritants as a way to expand ones bladder. Yes, from a medical perspective, in a clinically clean environment, over a period of maybe 1-2 years, ones bladder may increase in size, but most of what the document states is hardly useful. It is similar to stating that lifting a cup of tea on a daily basis will eventually make you a Mr/s Universe . As a result, the reverse is true... not lifting anything will eventually make you inable to do so, but who will be around long enough for that to happen. DiaperHappiness, Your Wet Friend, many thanks for the compliments :-) Agapoulo, you seem to favour 'Nitewets' theory on bladder loss design and it being safe!!! Please identify how this will occur considering the medical fact that exercise ( physical activity that is planned, structured, and repetitive for the purpose of conditioning any part of the body, used to improve health, maintain fitness and is important as a means of physical rehabilitation) will strengthen a muscle / group of muscles, not weaken same. Also, diaper dependence is the reliance on a garment to contain leakage due to being unable to reach a bathroom or relevant facilities within the time allocated by ones 'early warning' system. This section of the forum is for people who freely wish to be incontinent - it is identified in its title 'Incontinent Desires'. As a result, I will attempt to assist those who wish to become incontinent in as safe a method that I know. Secondly, as I have already identified, without adding all the medical detail, if one choses to supress the pain of a full bladder, one will supress that group of nerves. Following Nitewets suggestion to release only a small amount, one overly strengthens ones sphincter. Autonomic voiding (as a release from the pain etc.), as you suggested will NOT take place with an overly strengthened sphincter as smooth muscle can hold a state. Also, there will be NO pain - the nerve group is suppressed. The ureterovesical junction is a oblique angulation (bent pipe) through the detrusor within the urethra joint to the bladder to avoid reflux. In reality, this is a bent pipe, that will straighten with too much pressure. This will tear the soft tissue around the urethra. With the internal pressure in the bladder and the urethra feeding the bladder will cause a lateral tear across the trigone, and a transverse tear within one or both urethra. One would suspect that one would feel this happening - but due to Nitewets suggestion of supressing the pain of a full bladder, all the nerves in this area are effectively numbed. The back pressure on then kidney tends to damage the calyx on each kidney resulting in failure and urine directly entering the blood supply. Agapoulo, you identified urine as not being caustic to the body. In some forms - consumption of ones own urine - it is not, and you are correct. However, directly entered into the blood supply, can result in numerous complications, the least of them is clots forming in the blood. Urine also can very quickly gather within the body cavity. Can I ask you what is a tension pneumothorax - it is where fluid builds up to such an extent within the body cavity, when one tries to moves the diaphragm to breath in, there is not enough space, and one can suffocates? This is also a major cause of death from an accident - suffocation due to internal bleeding. Considering the above, which is NOT my opinion, but based on medical facts, where do YOU think the risk are :- Option 1 - Wearing diapers and fully relaxing OR Option 2 - Following what Nitewets suggest and over extend ones bladder? People, please be aware that the internet is full of medical publications that are not good enough to be published in a reputable medical journal. Some are being wrote by first year medical students and, although beign true, need to be taken with a pinch of salt. Yes, given enough time and a perfect environment, what they state will occur, but the time- frame is in the region of 10-50 years. This is also true of a lot of what is on the internet. Also, since this site allows a certain anonymity, it seems that some members abuse that privlidge. To quote the Minions The fact that jellyfish have survived for 650 million years despite not having any brains, gives hope to some people. Please don't become a jellyfish. Think before you act and you will have the time to enjoy your life. Rush into it, and it will kill you.
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  10. I will go with "Your Wet Friend" that we have had a nice array of info to work with. And just like all info in the world it is up to each of us to learn from it, take want we need, and then go from there. I for have seen more than enough info concerning it is mind over matter (brain) when it comes to untraining yourself so that you can use your diaper in utter freedom as it was when you were little. To me that is the safest and the best way to go and I look forward with a new outlook on what I wish to accomplish
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  11. Chapter Nine Cammi stared at the door for a long time, but decided against it. Jo had been so sad when she had said she was going out alone. Her Amazon just didn't seem to understand that her new body came with an incredible amount of new energy. And she hadn't really taken the time to explore it. She stripped off her dress, dropping it on the floor, then her bra as well - leaving a line of clothes to the bathroom, where she stood in front of the mirror in only her thick, pink, wet diaper. The image was strange to her... Littles, at least native Littles, didn't have curves like these - the Portal Littles in the movies often did but who knew whether that was surgery or not. Sure, she had breasts, but not like these. And her waist looked smaller, her collarbones more defined. She looked like... well, like Jo. Her high blonde pigtails fell just past her shoulders, until out of curiosity she reached up and untied them, letting her hair cascade down until the tips tickled her nipples. She had once caught Frederick with a magazine... a magazine full of naked Amazons. She hadn't understood the allure, they would never be interested in him as a sexual partner, he was a Little. He had gotten defensive and yelled at her, saying it was only a fantasy, that he didn't actually want to be intimate with an Amazon, that he knew he was a Little and that he loved Littles... and her. Looking at herself now in the mirror, she understood it a little more. Her breasts were fuller, she cupped them with her larger hands, her long, lithe fingers - they were more than a handful for sure, whereas she was used to only having a handful. She had considered herself attractive before, she never had any trouble getting a boy's eye growing up, but now... now she was beautiful. The diaper looked quite out of place on her Amazon body. She turned in the mirror, looking at how it poofed out around her butt, smooth and round. She ran a hand along the pink plastic, just enjoying the feeling. She loved her diapers, and these - while not as thick as her personal favorites back home - were soft and comfy when they were dry and warm and squishy when they were wet. And then a thought struck her. She slipped over to Jo's sleeping form and started unbuttoning her jeans. Gently, slowly, carefully... she didn't want to wake Jo up. She slipped Joanna's jeans off delicately, and then her panties. Jo stirred and grumbled as those slipped off, but Cammi was lucky... she didn't wake up. Cammi held up her Amazon's trim blue panties... so thin, so flimsy - it was hard to imagine that she'd ever worn anything like these, it seemed like a different life altogether. She slipped quietly off the bed and reached into the bag of diapers, pulling out one of the delightfully soft pink rectangles. She unfolded it carefully... and started to slide it under Jo's bottom. And Jo sat up. "What," she said fiercely, anger flashing in her eyes as she saw the open diaper in Cammi's hands, "Do you think you are doing?" "I uh.. um," Cammi stammered, stepping backwards but Jo caught her by the wrist and before Cammi knew it, she was over Jo's knee. Three hard swats stung against the backs of her left thigh - Jo was serious, these weren't swats on the diaper. "I'm sorry! I just thought you might like how it feels!" "Amazons," she growled, "Do NOT wear diapers, do you understand me?" Three swats landed on her right thigh in rapid succession - Jo managed to hit the exact same spot three times in a row, and tears came to Cammi's eyes. "Yes mommy! I'm sorry mommy!" "You are never this naughty at home, Cammi - what has gotten into you?" she lifted the girl and set her gently on the bed while she picked up her panties from the floor. "I've never missed your crib more in my life. What did you think you were doing?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Cammi sobbed, the feeling that she had let Jo down hurt far worse than the stinging of her backside, "I just wondered... I wondered what you would look like in one, I wondered if you would like how it feels." "Amazons," Jo repeated sternly, as she pulled her underwear and pants back on, "do not wear diapers. Littles do." "You sound like the Littles in this dimension," she said quietly, a little afraid to speak up but unable to keep the thought to herself. Jo's expression softened, and she sat back down on the bed next to Cammi and pulled the girl into her lap. "I suppose I do," she admitted, smiling, the loving softness of her voice returning. "It's just not a thing that's done, sweetling. Diapers are for Littles - no matter what their size is. Do you think I'm secretly a Little?" "No," Cammi giggled, "You're my big strong mommy." "That's right," Jo squeezed the naked girl, "Littles need someone to take care of them." "Well that's not true," Cammi objected, "There are lots of Independent Littles and they get by just fine." "You're right, sweetie - I don't mean to denigrate the Independent Littles. You gave me a wonderful gift by letting yourself need me. The truth is, I needed you." "I needed you too," Cammi agreed, "You were there for me in a way no one ever was before, Jo. You held me when I cried, you laughed with me... I love you so much." "I love you too, you silly Little. Now who are diapers for?" "Me!" Cammi giggled, leaning her weight onto Jo, causing the woman to lay back on the bed. Jo's hand slid down Cammi's bare back, her fingertips trailing that soft skin. She traced down the small of Cammi's back, rolling the girl on her side and patting her diapered bottom before continuing down her long legs.. she had to admit that there was an appeal to Cammi's new body... and down to her bare ankle. "Cammi," Jo said, her voice thick with concern, "Where's your anklet? The one the travel department gave you? Did you take it off?" "Um," Cammi frowned, sitting up, "No mommy... I remember I still had it after we ran, it felt a little slippery from the sweat. I guess... I guess it fell off?" "Shit," Jo cursed, startling Cammi with her intensity, "That's Amazon tech. Come on, we need to get you dressed. We need to find it before someone else does. Hopefully it's still on the ground somewhere between here and the aquarium." * * * The two of them strode through the lobby, Cammi trailing behind with Jo leading her by the wrist. "Ma'am," William signaled in an attempt to get their attention as they blew through the lobby and past the front desk, but he failed. They were out the door in a moment - their search had begun. They walked all the way back to the aquarium together, and then began the tedious task of retracing their steps. Cammi was cranky and tired by the time they had slowly searched every place they had been that day... and Jo's nerves were starting to fray at her whining. "Cammi," Jo found herself saying in a warning tone after the girl complained about her tired legs for the thirtieth time, "Your whining is not helping us." "Hey, I've been helping," Cammi was instantly defensive, "I'm looking just as hard as you... I'm just not used to walking around as much as you are." "You were fine when you wanted to race," Jo pointed out callously. Cammi stopped walking altogether, looking wounded. "Baby, I'm sorry," Jo said softly, seeing the tears start in Cammi's eyes, "I'm sorry, Mommy's legs are tired too. Let's go relax in the room and I'll see if the little computer they gave me has some advice on what to do, okay? I'm sorry I got cross with you baby. Okay?" Cammi could only nod, she was choking back tears as Jo took her by the hand and led her gently toward the hotel. "I also wish I could carry you," Jo said softly, "I wish I could scoop you up and cradle you in my arms and snuggle you and rock you and make all your big sad feelings better." Cammi did not look mollified as Jo took her wrist gently and led her back to the hotel. William spotted them immediately and called again, rushing over. "Ms. Fabron," he ran over to the couple with a small box, "Here are the items you requested." He held out the box, worried for the pair - Ms. Fabron looked quite upset and possibly angry, where her partner Camille looked positively distraught. "Also, a young man came in here earlier holding something that looked quite similar to the bracelet you were wearing on your ankle... " "When?" Jo demanded, a little too strongly. "A few hours ago.. " "Thank you William. Can you tell me what he looked like? Do you know him?" Jo frowned. Great, she thought, I really hope that little computer has some answers, because I have no idea how to track someone down in this place. "I didn't know him," William said apologetically, "He was a smaller man, perhaps early twenties, brown hair in a somewhat haphazard shaggy cut, clean shaven, lean build. I'm afraid I don't have any more information than that." "You've been wonderful, William. I really appreciate your help." "It's my pleasure, ma'am," William looked to the girl and reached into his pocket, producing a candy sucker, "For you, young miss?" This felt really odd to him because the girl Cammi was pretty close to his own, he was sure. The front desk kept a jar of these small lollipops for children and he thought that maybe... The sadness in Cammi's eyes vanished as she lit up with a positively childlike joy, taking the sucker and bouncing up and down a bit. William blushed a bit, both at the girl's unabashed joy over something so simple, and the bouncing of her bosom. "Thank you, Mr. William!" Cammi beamed... and before Jo could even open her mouth, the wrapper was off and the candy between her lips. Jo looked a little cross, it was considered rude to offer candy to someone's Little directly instead of to the Amazon parent, but there was no way William could know that. She'd mention it if it happened again, there was no sense in making him feel embarrassed or making Cammi feel sad about it. She tucked the small box under one arm and led Cammi, much happier now, to the elevator.. and William could see the faintest hint of a pink diaper sagging beneath the hem of her skirt. Did she... surely she didn't... * * * Jo had opened the box they got from William and gave the large pacifier to her precious Little, turning the television on to some cartoon animals, one that was chasing the other with various implements of destruction, and fishing out the minicomp from the bags. After finishing the research, and a diaper change for Cammi, they set out for dinner... and recon. Jo had learned from the mini-computer that her own traveller card and the minicomp could be used to track down the bracelet in the event that the Little wearing it got separated. It didn't seem to have any insight as to why the bracelet had come off, but at least they should be able to retrieve it. As long as the young man who picked it up was not also a tourist... the thought made Jo feel nervous. The bracelet itself didn't do much, but she wasn't a technology specialist - who knows what a primitive society of Littles like this one could learn from that simple device, just in the way it was designed and manufactured. She would be in quite a bit of trouble if she didn't return with it, the travel contract was quite clear on that. Their makeshift radar indicated that the bracelet was still nearby, and they followed the signal together on foot. "We're like spies," Cammi giggled, "Secret Agent Mommy and Secret Agent Cammi, going to find the bad guys and save the day." Jo was incredibly thankful when the minicomp signaled that the bracelet was actually in a nearby restaurant called Wild Philly Wings, which Jo learned that the place served nothing but chicken nuggets in a wide variety of sauces. She shook her head once again at the overwhelming Littleness of the entire dimension. They placed their order, honey barbecue flavored for Cammi and something called 'spicy Philly' for Jo, who had to admit that the spicy cuisine of the dimension was pretty good, even though it tended to be a little sweet as well. Jo kept one eye on the minicomp the entire time... the bracelet was stationary, after their waiter had wandered off and Cammi had started coloring on the menu with the provided crayons, she scanned the room for someone that matched the description William had given. And it didn't take her long. Sure enough, there was a young man sitting three tables over, eating a basket of the chicken nuggets with a fork, sauce smeared a bit around his mouth... and Cammi's bracelet on his left wrist. Jo frowned, it turned out that finding the bracelet might be much easier than retrieving it - how was she supposed to confront this young man without tipping her hand?
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  12. Dear CaptainGreylag, please put in a search field (Google) only 'bottleneckbaby' and 'deviantart' and you will find some links for your hobby. With best wishes Diddldum
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  13. XXI. Patricia spent the next week reinforcing all of the suggestions that she had placed into Robert’s subconscious. At the same time, she began to allow their relationship to return to normal, leaving behind the cold persona she had affected whenever Robert’s pants were dry. It didn’t seem to matter as far as the use of his diapers. In fact, she became convinced that he wasn’t even aware anymore when he was urinating. At the very least, a wet diaper didn’t seem to be cause for alarm. Robert never asked for a change anymore. He allowed the women in his life to check him and never protested if they put a finger inside the front of his diaper or pulled the back out to smell him. It was Nicky who noticed the other important development. While Patricia made it her own job to handle every dirty diaper change, as she was able to make them a little sexier than her daughter, about a week into her time off Robert managed to soil himself while she was at the grocery store. Nicky noticed the telltale odor from the other side of the house and chose wisely not to wait for her mother to get home to change the baby. When she took Robert’s hand to lead him to the bed for a change, she couldn’t help but notice the bulge in the front of his diaper. The very act of pooping himself gave him an erection. The imprinting was a success. To test how successful, later than night Patricia put on her sexiest nightie and snuggled up close to Robert, whispering naughty thoughts into his ear. As far as she could tell, there was no reaction from his groin. A couple of days later, while they were out to eat, a baby at the next table filled the room with the fragrance of her soiled diaper. Thinking it might be Robert, Patricia surreptitiously began to put her hand down Robert’s diaper under the table. He wasn’t messy, but he was hard. Even the smell of another infant’s dirty diaper caused a sexual reaction. Nothing else, not even a nude and willing woman, would. Given his lack of interest in sex, and the fact that Robert was now functionally incontinent, Patricia chose to keep Robert in Nicky’s old bedroom. The infantile odors of powder, oil and, of course, the diaper pail, permeated the room and Patricia had no desire to bring that into her own domain. Robert didn’t seem to mind. Over time, Patricia added a changing table to the room and filled the shelves with his diapering supplies. She hoped one day to add crib rails to the side of his bed, but didn’t want to push too fast. Robert continued to function for the most part as an adult while in public and in respect to his job, but seemed to embrace the life of a toddler at all other times. He seldom wore anything to cover his diaper at home, even when Nicky had friends over, and didn’t seem to consider that wearing and using a diaper at his age was anything unusual. He was happy to have Patricia or Nicky make decisions for him. He remained affectionate and caring in his relationship with Patricia, and she found that she was happier than before to have this combination of man and baby. She no longer had to worry about sexual activity, except for the occasional hand job during a dirty diaper change, although even then Robert frequently seemed to have already ejaculated by the time she changed him. Apparently he would now cum while in the act of shitting himself. All was well; in fact, better than ever. Even the relationship between Robert and Nicky had improved immensely, now that Nicky was the one in charge. Only one task remained, a test of sorts. This was so wrong, Patricia thought to herself. But she knew she needed to go through with it. Patricia let Robert know that she and Nicky were leaving to go shopping for the day, but by arrangement Nicky stayed behind and hid. As soon as she drove out of sight of the house, Patricia called Joyce. “Joyce, this is Patricia from down the block. Would you do me a favor? Robert’s phone doesn’t seem to be on and Nicky is here with me so I can’t call her to get him a message. It’s important. Would you mind very much walking down to our house and letting Robert know that we got delayed and won’t be back home until tonight? You will? Oh, thanks so much.” As Nicky reported to her that evening, Joyce pounced on the opportunity. She must have left her home immediately after hanging up. Not expecting company, Robert answered the door without thinking that he wasn’t wearing anything over his diaper. And Patricia had made sure that she “forgot” to change him before she left. Joyce was greeted by a man standing in a drooping, soaked diaper. Robert realized what was happening when Joyce stared dumbfounded at his crotch. Still, he was unfazed. He invited her in and she was too shocked to refuse. Nicky said that Robert asked if she would like some coffee but by that time Joyce had recovered and started mumbling an excuse about having to get back, forgetting even to pass on Patricia’s message. As she turned to go, however, Robert asked her a favor. Patricia had left without changing him, would Joyce mind? His diaper was getting cold and uncomfortable. Nicky almost blew her cover as she snorted while trying not to laugh. Incredibly, Joyce consented to change him, probably to see if this was for real. She left soon after, and it was clear that any fire she held for Robert had been extinguished. More importantly, Robert himself had shown that he was willing to let other women care for him, which opened up the possibility of using babysitters. Just in case. Even better, he apparently now saw all women as caregivers rather than sexual beings. Patricia returned soon after, giving Robert a big hug. She insisted that the family go out for a celebratory dinner. Robert’s inquiry about what they were celebrating was met only with a fit of giggles from the two women, so he let it slide. As they trio left the house, Robert in the lead, Patricia and Nicky gave each other a high-five. Mission accomplished. And that is the end of our little tale. Thank you to those who have left comments, and I hope all have enjoyed.
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  14. Nick is adjusting back to life as a baby whilst Sarah grows more bold in her renewed status has the more powerful partner. Meanwhile, Kirsty allows George to take her on a date but is shocked at what her sub reveals. This update has been on my Patreon for the last 9 days (forgot to post it elsewhere for a couple of days, sorry!) and for just $5 you can see each of my updates one week before anyone else. I post once every four days so there's plenty of bang for your buck. Alternatively, for $10, you can get the early access plus exclusive stories that don't leave Patreon. I would like to say a huge thank you to everyone who enjoys my work especially those who support me on Patreon and allow me to keep up my schedule of regular updates: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Sophie S, Mike H, Kei, Dorian G, Askthor er, C Dom, Dre, Scy T, Joseph D, Persi S, Ceneroz, Rob, Drew J, Kyle L, Keen L, Darrell, Jack C, Frank S, S Millard, Cheryl C, Carlota C, Alex W, Ron M, M, Tsidt, Britnee L, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, Cole T, Babybb, J Land, Tim F, Chris B, WillNotWill, Jerry J, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Daniel W, LuvsSissy, Epsilon89, Paul O, Kimberley, S, Cole S, Cole, Art M, Guilyn, Erik P, Bojack D, Shihouin10, Scott S, Diapering Daddy, Miguel A, James B, A Random Patreon, Eric C, Ben R, Lin J, Ben F, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J. --- Chapter 24 – Lessons in Good Behaviour Nick found that even after a break from the domination it didn’t take long to fall back under his wife’s spell. It almost felt like an inevitability that he couldn’t avoid and Sarah was happy to take advantage of the situation. A lot of Nick’s attention over the next couple of days was focused on Sarah’s threat to bring Steven to see him. It got more anxiety inducing the longer Nick thought about it. It had been bad enough to know that Steven knew Nick was in nappies, it was even worse that he would come in and see the full extent of Nick’s issues. Steven probably assumed that Nick just had a small incontinence problem, Nick cringed as he imagined his friend finding out the full truth. To make it even worse, Sarah never told Nick what was going on and Nick spent every moment in fear that Steven would appear. Every time there was a knock on the door or a telephone rang Nick would find his pulse quicken as he tried to find out if he was about to be humiliated or not. Nick was sitting in his playpen on the Tuesday, just a few days after turnaround the previous weekend, and was listlessly playing with the toys at his disposal when the doorbell rang. Nick immediately perked up and looked out of the bars and towards the hallway. He desperately feared whoever the visitor was going to be. His wet nappy was prominently stuck out beneath him as he sat with nowhere to run. “Thank you very much.” Sarah’s voice was happy as she opened the door. Nick strained his neck to try and see who was there but it was an impossible angle. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the door close though. He lived for another day. “New nappies have just arrived!” Sarah called excitedly. Nick didn’t celebrate. He watched Sarah pull the box past the living room door. A massive box that Nick assumed was full of padding that was meant for him. Another symbol of reinforcement, another reminder that Sarah saw no reason to even attempt to take Nick out of nappies. “This box is heavy.” Sarah said when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She walked into the living room and made a beeline for her husband. Nick watched her smiling as she crossed the room. She opened up the gate to the playpen and motioned for Nick to step out into the room. “I think that carrying that box upstairs is a man’s job… But since we don’t have one of those, you’ll have to do it.” Sarah said. Nick climbed to his feet with a scowl and walked out of the living room. He saw the box laying at the bottom of the stairs and bent over to lift it. It was much heavier than he had thought it might be. Nappies were fairly light but he had never lifted a box full of them. “Jesus, Sarah…” Nick said in a strained voice as he struggled to lift the box up, “How many did you buy?” “Just a few dozen.” Sarah replied, “And it’s “Mummy” to you. Got it?” “Yeah, sorry.” Nick said quietly, “…Mommy.” Nick grunted as he lifted the box up and started to struggle up the staircase. He found his wide-legged waddle did very little to help him carry the huge load and he found himself having to awkwardly move his legs, something which seemed to cause Sarah to laugh rather heartily at his plight. “You could feel free to help.” Nick grunted as he struggled up the stairs one step at a time. “You’ve got it under control.” Sarah replied as she followed a few steps behind, “Besides I’m taking this opportunity to make sure I get a lovely big picture of your butt.” “What!? Why?” Nick asked as he tried to turn around and see what Sarah was doing. “Because you look adorable with your big bubble butt!” Sarah giggled. When Nick reached the top of the stairs he put the box down and pushed it towards the nursery. He left it in the middle of the room and was just about to turn around and go back downstairs when he heard Sarah close the door behind him. Nick froze on the spot and didn’t turn around. He faced his window as his wife walked up behind him. No words were exchanged as Sarah’s hand began exploring between the big baby’s legs. They probed, prodded and searched for wetness. Nick was wet of course, he always seemed to be wet these days. “This could probably take another wetting.” Sarah judged, “But I want to try one of these new nappies so I think we will change you now.” Nick was walked to the changing table and laid down upon it. The familiar feeling of helplessness washed over him as he stared at the ceiling and felt someone else’s hands stripping him of his underwear. His diaper’s tapes were pulled off, the front of the padding was lowered and pulled away without any input from Nick. The cold wipes made the man jump as they dabbed at his sensitive organs before Sarah walked back to the box that was still in the middle of the room. She ripped the box open and started fiddling with the plastic packages inside. Nick looked over curiously as he laid naked on the table. “Holy…” Nick’s mouth dropped open when he saw the nappy that his wife was carrying back to the table. “They’re great, aren’t they?” Sarah said with an enthusiastic smile. “They’re… Huge.” Nick said simply as he stared at the new padding being unfolded before his eyes. These nappies were much thicker than what Nick was used to and they were covered in little pictures of baby toys. They were very much scaled up baby nappies and they looked so big that Nick’s first thought was that Sarah had bought the wrong size. It didn’t seem possible that these would fit Nick properly, it looked like you could use it as a tent. “On the website it said that these can last for a lot longer than the previous ones.” Sarah said as she examined the plastic backed disposable, “Means I won’t need to change you quite so often.” Nick wasn’t enthused about having to sit in his waste products even longer than he was used to but he didn’t have much of a choice by now. Nick’s legs were lifted up as the new nappy was slipped underneath him and he could immediately feel the thicker padding lifting his rear end off the table slightly. The front of the diaper was pulled up between Nick’s legs and he realised that not only was it bigger than anything he was used to but noisier as well. The crinkling plastic seemed much more noticeable than his older nappy. He didn’t look forward to wearing such massive underwear and trying to maintain his dignity. When Nick was lifted off the changing table he followed Sarah back downstairs and blushed at his more pronounced waddle. He could only imagine what Steven or anyone would think if they saw such a huge amount of padding between his legs. --- “Come on, Kirsty!” George called out gleefully. “Easy there.” Kirsty replied as she walked down the stairs in a rather stunning black dress, “I’m letting you take me out but if you push your luck you’ll regret it.” George’s smile didn’t falter even a little bit. He was far too excited and happy to be able to take Kirsty out for a meal. He was dressed in some smart but casual clothes, a nice white buttoned up shirt and a pair of black trousers. The crotch and rear bulged slightly from the nappy underneath it. This had been a point of contention between George and his Mistress, he had originally insisted that he be allowed out of nappies for this special night but Kirsty wouldn’t hear of it. It was a concession that George was willing to make to get the date to happen. He was in a plain medical nappy instead of a thicker adult baby one and that seemed like a happy compromise. “I can’t call you Mistress if I’m the one taking you out!” George said with a giggle. “I’m letting you drop all the Mistress stuff.” Kirsty agreed, “But if you start trying to order me around too much they will be coming right back.” George rolled his eyes playfully as he waited for Kirsty to slip her high heel shoes on her feet. George held his arm out when Kirsty had slung her bag over shoulder. It was only a handbag although George knew there was a change of nappy in there for him. “Come on.” George said with a small smile when Kirsty looked at his arm sceptically, “Let me be a gentleman.” Kirsty nodded a little and smiled herself as she linked arms with the sissy. George was delighted and unless he was very much mistaken his date for the night seemed to be blushing ever so slightly. Beaming with a huge smile George led Kirsty out of the house and towards George’s van. It was hardly a horse drawn carriage but it would get the job done. He didn’t drive all that much these days but it was like riding a bike and it all quickly came back to him. George made small talk with Kirsty as they drove towards the restaurant that George had selected. It was strange, they had known each other for quite a while but they both felt as if they were on a first date. The atmosphere was slightly awkward and they both had butterflies in their stomachs though neither of them could really explain why. They parked up a couple of streets from the restaurant and stepped out of the van. “Are you wet?” Kirsty asked as she walked around the front of the van. “Kirsty!” George exclaimed. “What?” Kirsty held her hands up innocently. She didn’t know why George was suddenly annoyed. “No kinky stuff! We agreed!” George said, “I can take care of my nappy situation. You aren’t my Mistress tonight, you are my girlfriend.” “I’m not your girlfriend.” Kirsty quickly clarified, “This is why I didn’t want to come on this date. I knew this would happen.” “Not my girlfriend. I know that.” George clarified with a roll of his eyes, “Just my date for the night.” “I shouldn’t have agreed to this.” Kirsty muttered. “Yes you should have!” George replied, “Now come on and we will have a great time, I promise.” When the pair of them sat down at the table for two they couldn’t help but giggle at how silly the situation felt. George picked up the menu and made his selection, Kirsty decided to have the same thing and the order was finished by a bottle of moderately expensive wine. “I really appreciate you.” George said after some small talk, “My life with you is everything I’ve ever wanted.” “George, don’t go all soft on me.” Kirsty giggled as she sipped her wine. She idly watched the waiters coming and going. “If I’ve gone soft I’m not sure anyone can be blamed except for you.” George replied with a wink. His little quip made Kirsty choke a little on her wine as she laughed. “I thought you said no talking about that stuff.” Kirsty finally said after she had recovered. “I couldn’t help it.” George shrugged, “But seriously, you aren’t just a Mistress to me. You’re my best friend. Which is why I have to tell you something.” Kirsty didn’t reply but George noticed she looked a little pensive and hesitant. There was definitely something that Kirsty was refusing to say but whether it was good or bad George had no idea. “What do you need to tell me?” Kirsty asked with hesitation. George was just about to open his mouth when the waiter appeared in view with two plates of very hot food. George could see the steam coming up and away from the plate. “Sir and Madam.” The waiter approached the table, “Your dinner is served.” Two plates were placed on the table. The delicious food looked amazing and did enough to dispel the awkwardness that had come up in the conversation. It was a distraction that allowed the air to clear. “To our futures.” George said as he held up his glass of wine, “Whatever they may be.” Kirsty smiled and gently clinked glasses with George before taking another sip and starting dinner. The two of them went back to small talk for the meal, they discussed a lot of things even though each knew most of what the other had to say. They had known each other for a long time and new stories weren’t easy to come by. They still had a good time though and Kirsty seemed to loosen up the longer the date went on, George found himself enchanted by Kirsty all over again. “So what did you want to tell me?” Kirsty asked “You know… I remember when we first met.” George said after a couple of seconds pause to think about his response, “I was so nervous!” “I’m not surprised.” Kirsty replied as sat back in her chair, “I have that effect on people.” “No, no, no.” George smiled and shook his head, “I was nervous until the date started. As soon as we got together I’d never felt so comfortable in my life. It’s hard to explain I guess but I assumed you felt the same way since the date went so late.” “I remember.” Kirsty said, “Well, I remember parts of it. We had a little too much to drink if I remember correctly.” “We did.” George continued, “But I remember everything that happened.” “What do you mean?” Kirsty frowned. She didn’t quite know where George was going with this. “I mean when we had finished our meal and left the club when it closed… I remember that we went back to your house. We called a cab because neither of us could have driven.” “I don’t remember any of this part.” Kirsty said as she racked her memory, “I remember the dancing but not much after that.” “I already knew you were kinky, of course.” George continued, “We went into things knowing that much about each other. You showed me your equipment. All the BDSM stuff and the age play things.” “What are you saying?” Kirsty asked. She was going a little red in the face. Kirsty didn’t like not knowing about whatever George was talking about, almost like a secret was being revealed to her even though it was her secret. “You didn’t just want me to see your stuff.” George leaned forward so that he could talk quietly, “You wanted to use some of it. You wanted me to try some of it out.” “Really?” Kirsty asked. She found herself leaning forwards now. “Yes. You were adamant about it. I wasn’t too keen because it was already late but you managed to convince me.” George looked at the table, “You gave me a safe word and then started your fun and games.” “I can’t believe I don’t remember any of this.” Kirsty almost whispered, “I thought it was a few weeks before we did anything like that.” George fell silent but he looked serious. They had finished their meals and George was looking at his empty plate with a kind of distant look in his eyes. “Why are you telling me all this now?” Kirsty asked, “Why not at any other time?” “You went at it for about half an hour.” George said ignoring the questions from Kirsty, “Until it started getting a little too much for me. So I shouted out the safe word because I’d had enough and wanted to stop. I’d had a good time but it was going too far for me.” “Oh my God…” Kirsty suddenly realised where this was going, “I didn’t stop?” “No, you didn’t.” George said slowly, “You kept going for another fifteen minutes before you finally got too tired to continue. I kept saying the safe word and asking for you to stop but you didn’t, you kept saying you wanted to show me just one more thing. Over and over.” “I’m so sorry.” Kirsty covered her mouth with her hand. She was genuinely upset, “I can’t believe I would do that. I’ve… I’ve never done that before or since. At least not that I remember.” “When you finally stopped you untied me from the machine I was tied to. I ached badly, I remember the burning pain in my back still.” George looked up to stare Kirsty in the eyes. It was important that he got all of this off his chest, “I got my things and left the house. You implied we could go upstairs together but I needed to leave.” “My God…” Kirsty shook her head, “Why did you ever come back for a second date or anything? I don’t deserve you.” “When I left your house I was certain I would never see you again.” George admitted, “But I really liked you. Before you got drunk you were fun to be around and I was truly smitten with you. After a couple of days you called me and I answered. You had no recollection of any of it.” Kirsty felt heartbroken by her own behaviour and she felt a tear running down her cheek. “We went on a second date and I was a bit more wary.” George said, “You might remember that I said neither of us should drink? Well, we had a great time. There was never a good moment to bring it up and eventually I figured it was a one-off mistake. When we got more into the kinky side of things and we started all the sissy baby stuff I was already in love with you and had forgiven you for the transgression.” Kirsty wiped at her eyes with her napkin as she listened to George recall their relationship. She felt so lucky that George had given her a second chance and it pained her to think of some of the times where she was overly harsh to him. “I guess I’m telling you all of this because… I love you.” George said quietly, “I know you don’t want a regular relationship and that you just want to be my domme but I really do love you. I just had to get what happened off my chest. Also I want you to remember that everyone is human and that everyone makes mistakes. I know you plan on teaching Sarah and Nick soon and I just want to remind you that we are all fallible.” They fell silent. Kirsty was a mess of emotions at that moment and George felt like a huge load had been lifted from his shoulders. He was still leaning across the table and he was looking into Kirsty’s eyes as if they were windows. Kirsty was leaning very close to George and even through her shimmery eyes George could see her immense beauty. Kirsty’s heart was beating as fast as she had ever felt it and she slowly leaned forward to close the gap between her and George. Their lips touched and Kirsty kissed her sissy slowly and passionately, she had never kissed him like that before. She pulled away after a few seconds and saw George still looking at her. George leaned forward this time and it was his turn to initiate the kiss. His lips touching his mistress’s lip and gently kissing her the way he had always wanted to kiss Kirsty. When they finally pulled apart again they were both blushing red. They couldn’t take their eyes off each other and as soon as the bill was paid they left arm in arm.
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  15. Messing, in my case, briefs is a huge turn-on. I feel naughty. I feel like I have a secret and nobody knows. It's like breaking a rule and getting away with it, the perfect crime, or violating an ancient taboo. I'll stay in the moment for a while. There comes a time when I've had enough, and I empty out my briefs in the toilet, clean myself up, and then launder them.
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  16. Pooping in my diapy feels amazing. I will
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