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  1. Birch House Chapter 5 --- Trent --- [Rebecca] Coming home tonight? I made noodles! [Me] Did you boil your own water? [Rebecca] Ass [Me] Yeah but you can’t live without me [Rebecca] Wanna fucking bet? I seem to be doing just fine since we moved :| Oh Shit! I thought sensing a dark disturbance in the Force. [Me] Don’t be like that :0 [Rebecca] Like what? Here by myself? Hard not to be… like all the time. Guess I’m not sleeping here after all. That extra 45 minutes is going to suck balls in the morning, but I gotta keep my little lady happy! [Trent] You won’t be long. Get my supper fixed woman! I’ll see you in 30. [Rebecca] If my vagina wasn’t so lonely, you’d be sleeping on the couch you ass! I was already driving when the Google Assistant on my phone read me her text. So I sang back a line from one of her favorite movies. [Trent] You love me. You want to kiss me. You want to hug me. You want to smooch me [Rebecca] We’ll see. You may have to grovel at my altar for a while first. [Trent] Looking forward to it! I pulled up to my house about seven thirty on that thursday. I wasn’t looking forward to an all day drive with some supplies tomorrow, but I’d do it for Becca. I had to be at the dock by five am to catch tomorrow’s load. If I really pushed, and rushed the guys unloading the truck, I might make it back by midday on Saturday. I knew Becca was going to be pissed, but they’d offered me a premium for the whole run since it spilled into the weekend. If I took three more of those runs and Ann put in her share, we’d be able to put in that privacy fence. Then we could start working on the deck for the above ground pool the girls wanted for the summer. Everything I did, planned, or thought about was for my Becca. I was wanting to make a little walkway from the lower deck and fill it with gravel and stepping stones. With the slope of the hill, we’d be able to walk right into the above ground pool that would be ground level on the house side. It looked amazing in my head and was a small fraction of the cost of a below ground pool. I hadn’t told the girls that the pool was in the plans for this year, but if the loads kept coming like they were, I could really afford to get some luxury for my love. I walked around back and came in through the mud room pausing to look over the site for the fence and pool, Happy Wife is a Happy Life! --- Becca --- Where the fuck is that asshat? My dumplings are getting cold. I might as well take Ann some. She hardly ever comes downstairs anymore. I should just move the fuck upstairs. She never finished that last room anyway. FUCKING TRENT! I bitched disappearing behind her unlocked door. I was coming back downstairs after kissing Ann’s cheek and leaving her with the surprise dinner when I saw my man standing there in his work clothes and sock feet. Must have snuck in the dirty room. I bet myself. I couldn’t think of any words and all my anger washed away in a flood of emotions. Tears were trickling down my face, which pissed me off when I realized it. Suddenly, I was in Trent’s arms and I don’t remember how I got there! I was wrapped tightly around his waist my head in the crook of his neck breathing heavily against his skin. He smelled like burning brakes, gasoline, and Doritos. It doesn’t sound like an attractive mix of smells, but to me it screamed Trent, Husband, Mine to me. I coughed a cry against him and then jumped down and pounded on his chest. “In two weeks, I’ve been with you less than seven hours.” I said my voice rising as i smashed my hands against his chest. “Oh, Becks! That almost sort of kinda hurts.” He smirked at me forcing me to hit him harder. “I’ve been home both weekends, and I’ll be here most of this one.” He told me. “Yeah, you were home, but you weren’t with me. You went outside and started the fence stuff. I’m even counting reading in bed in the seven hours!” I laid my head against his chest feeling defeated. “I’m sorry honey. Three more weekend runs and we’ll have the money for that fence you wanted. You told me you wanted it for the summer so you two could tan, not that you’ll ever get Snow White outside in the sun, but whatever! I was doing it for you!” He huffed into my hair bitching about the same old things. “I was just talking babe. It’s sweet you heard and did it and all, but I miss YOU not a fence!” I huffed too. “I can’t fuck a fence!” “I don’t know how to sit still anymore, and I just can’t get into the games anymore. I’m the man now… for real. I’ll make sure your Mom would have been proud to have me as a son-in-law.” He said. “She’d be more proud if I was happy.” I mumbled. “What, have you got late onset A.D.D. or something?” I felt petty… and I mother-fucking hated that! I wasn’t in the wrong. I was willing to wait till next year for the fence. Hell, Ann had offered to front it all now and let us pay her back. Neither of us were comfortable with that though. Fucking money! It always comes back to fucking money with us. What the hell use is a house when there’s no husband to make it a home? I need to just fucking quit school and get a damn job. Then he could be around more! With those lovely thoughts in my head, we settled in at our tile covered kitchen table. Trent had re-finished it after saving it from a garage sale. He’d stop when he could while he was on the road. He was always coming home with a new project. I fixed us both some dumplings and we sat down to eat. “Listen, I’m thinking of stopping with my associates at the end of the semester. I’ll have a college degree. I can get hired on most local places with it and start contributing to the pants-wearing around here. Then you won’t have to work so much.” I told him comprising. I can always finish the bachelors later. I promised myself. “I’m not comfortable with that Becks. I didn’t get my degree. I might be a manager some day, but it will take a lot longer than it would have if I’d have finished school instead of driving.” He told me. “I know babe, but I’m just so sick of not seeing you. I’m… UGH! I’M FUCKING LONELY!” I found the strength to admit it, and that’s no small thing. “I… that’s why we moved Ann in Rebecca, so you wouldn't be lonely.” He said trying to shift the blame. “Fuck! Dumbass! It’s more like she moved us in! We pay our equal share, but none of this happens without her! She doesn’t even really need us.” I told him furiously biting into my dumplings. “Wait. Pause. Let’s try this again.” Trent tried to regain some control of our spiraling conversation. “You’re right, I haven’t been around much and I sure as hell don’t want to spend it yelling.” He said stomping back off to the mud room. Did he just leave? I thought in a panic. He came in a moment later rattling a bit more cheerfully, “Hey honey. I’m home.” “In here babe. I fixed dumplings!” I tried echoing his excitement. “Awesome, you know I love your chicken and dumplings!” He complimented me. “Smells terrific. I feel rough. I’m sore and I have that early load going out in the morning. Hey, a few more of those and I can put up that fence for ya.” He tried. I kept the lighter mood, “Thanks babe, but I’d rather wait a year and see you then have some dumb ole fence.” Then, we both lost our shit laughing at that point. We sounded like an old episode of I Love Lucy. Admittedly, it was hilarious and I found myself staring at him truly appreciating his effort at fixing the afternoon’s vibes. My panties were getting clammy and I decided that dishes and clean up could wait till tomorrow. Gonna fuck the shit outta my man, and tomorrow I’m going to find a summer job and get it lined up. Gotta keep my dick at home! I thought proud I’d figured out a solution to my problems. I texted Ann while I chewed. [Becca] Trent’s home! [Ann] The dumplings are great. Guess I better wait till tomorrow to bring your bowl back? [Becca] You bet your ass. Better sleep with your earplugs girl! [Ann] Geez! I can’t hear you two unless your romp around on the back porch under my window. Your on the other side of the house. [Becca] To cold for that shit tonight, you’re safe. [Ann] Praise the Lord! [Becca] I’m gonna howl tonight girl, I’m so ready for this. I finished my meal and moved my plate to the side stowing my phone in my waistband. “Trent…” “Yeah?” He asked finishing his bowl of dumplings. I knew he was done cause I’d been watching him like a predator. “Run!” I told him and yanked my shirt over my head putting my piercings on display. “Those are new!” He smiled. “Yeah, I got tired of the rings and saw these dog bones. Cool huh?” I asked swaying my chest back and forth. He stood there mesmerized. I felt my mouth water and my pussy dampen. My appetite was satisfied and I was about to feed another hunger. The corners of my mouth turned up in a predatory smile. “I said Run!” I reminded him putting one of my tiny bare feet on the table. The thing was sturdy as fuck. Trent’s eyes bulged and as he took in my tiny shorts and mostly naked body stalking him across the kitchen table. I managed a passable growl crouched on the table my boobs hanging provocatively from my frame. He smiled at me and gave me his back turning to run for the bedroom. I felt silly, playful, dangerous, and horney all at the same time. A playful bark escaped me and I jumped off the table landing on my feet sprinting after him. Trent ran like I told him too, and it made my blood boil. I caught up to him in our bedroom and popped the final three buttons off his shirt yanking it off him. I prowled closer and inhaled against his chest planting hard kisses on his nipples. The dangerous side of my mood overcame me. My arm flung around the back of his neck and I walked up his legs resting my crotch on his much higher one. I ground into him kissing his neck. “Oh my God.” Trent said breathlessly. “Mine.” I said in a guttural tone. Pulling at his neck, I gave him a massive hickey just below the line of his shirt. Mine. I inhaled again grinding myself into his growing excitement. My wet pussy almost slid against his jean covered dick. I bucked against him rubbing us to both our pleasures while he just stood there on sensory overload. He reached down and grabbed my nearly exposed asscheek, my shorts having long ridden up exposing them. He grabbed my phone and threw it on the bed slowing me down. I’d guess he was fighting off an early explosion. I wasn’t happy with the lack of friction and growled into his chest. I started kissing and sucking at his neck again. My crotch and mouth both watered. I was hungry for Trent. I bit him. I fucking pulled my lips back and bared my teeth. I closed my mouth around as much of his neck as I could right over that first hickey. I broke free of his grasp and ground myself harshly against his dick. “Mmph, Mph, Mmmph.” I whined into his neck having brought myself off. Trent took both my asscheecks in hand and scooted me a hair's breadth away from his equipment. I whined again at the loss of contact and air humped the space between us. Since he was supporting my weight, I reached up with both hands cupping his face and inhaled his lips in a kiss. “I love you Trent Phillips.” I told him between kisses and breaths. “I love you too babe, but damn!” He told me around my lips. I relaxed and leaned back from him my hands still around his neck. This brought my crotch into contact with his again as he supported all my weight leaning away from his core. “No more clothes. That sorta hurt.” I giggled, I never giggle! “Yeah, I’m not sure that zipper will ever be the same. I think this is now my favorite pair of jeans though.” He laughed. I climbed down off him and kissed my way down to his pants pulling them off on my way. I secretly took in the scent of his manhood and smiled. My mouth watered and I took his hard penis to the back of my throat. I ended my teasing with a loud pop freeing him from my mouth. I stood up and walked to the bed pausing only to pull my shorts and panties off. I looked over my shoulder summoning my husband and he nestled up behind me laying his dick in my ass crack. I pushed against him as he reached around and cupped my breasts. “I’m going to fuck you doggy now babe.” He told me with a husky voice and pushed at my back being more intense than he usually was. I got down on all fours and looked over my shoulder again. I smiled at him and enjoyed the smell of our excitement on the air. “Woof.” I said not actually barking but saying the word playfully. Trent tugged at my hair lightly knowing I didn’t mind a small measure of pain with my pleasure. It felt amazing. He brought his legs up on the bed scooting me forward. We were really going at it like a couple dogs in the next breath. I felt hot and wild. Normally, I’d have died in embarrassment barking like I was, but that day worked up like we were, it felt right. So I barked and Trent went nuts. He responded to it with an amazing rhythm. The friction was out of this world and I adored this new aggressive side of my husband. I was the aggressor in our love making most of the time, but not that night. To think… ughhh… He almost... Mhmmm… didn’t come home. I laughed to myself as I lay beneath him. We had steamy doggy sex a few more times before we passed out. They were playful but intense orgasms, fun… they were fun. Trent was an animal. He’s a tall man and I’m a short girl, so the position felt amazing too. We rocked doggy style like a boss and passed out in a sweaty puppy pile. I woke up Friday morning just enough to feel him kiss my cheek and rub it in before he left for work. I managed a smile at him thinking about how funny I’d be walking when I got up, later… much much later. --- Ann --- [Becca] Dude! I made breakfast! [Ann] I just got up. Still warm? Or cold? Or whatever? [Becca] Me too. Come on [Ann] K, I have to wash some clothes anyway Was breakfast warm, cold, or did she just get up, or was she cold or warm? I was confused, but it didn’t matter. I hadn't just gotten up. In fact, I’d woken up at seven AM when sunlight strolled into my room. I was anxious and sleeping lightly, so it hadn't taken much to wake me. My angry eyes had been crusty from some late night pitty tears shed on behalf of my unfair situation. I don’t know if it was the sun or my itchy eyes, but something had pulled me from my sleep. I’d rubbed at my eyes breaking the salty seal that had held them shut. They didn’t pry loose easily. They left me feeling need of a shower and some time to rinse away the sleep from my face. I slept in nothing but my ladies pull-up last night. I had dreaded washing my clothes again, and I was suffering from laundry burnout. I went to bed in the pull-up praying that it’d work for me. When I was finally awake enough to see how it’d held up, I’d run my hands from my eyes to my stomach tentatively touching the pleated material at the top of the undergarment. I had winced in unwitnessed embarrassment. It was hard to believe it had come to this... again. I was an adult, but the fitted product around my waist argued the fact vehemently. I was thinking over the impending arrival of my mother as my hands made their way to the material over my crotch. It only verifying my ineptitude. I was wet again. Worse still, I discovered that the fit of the pull-up was bad or simply inadequate. Either way, I was soaked and I’d leaked onto my mattress protector! I didn’t even have the emotional availability to cry over the state of my bed. I just sighed and wallowed at the bottom of my self-pity barrel. Eventually, I sniffed back a final tear. Flipping Fiddlesticks, I hate wet sheets! I ranted internally. These were supposed to fix this! I thought smacking the pull-up. I stood feeling the shameful reminder of my failure as the cool soggy padding touching my intimate places. I walked to my bathroom and tugged some Wal-Mart bags out from under the sink and wrapped my failure up tightly before throwing away. I looked at myself in the mirror at the bags under my eyes. I hate to even think this, but I’ll be glad when Mom gets here. I need some real sleep. I can’t keep this up. Maybe, the real thing will at least let me sleep. I admitted feeling defeated. I showered and touched up all my shaving. I took my time cleaning my hair and drying it. I started feeling anxious because I was taking more time than I should with breakfast waiting on me. So, I hurried through brushing my teeth and pulling my hair into a set of pig tails feeling almost playful now that I was clean and in my hipster panties… big girl panties. I saw Becca puttering around her kitchen walking strangely. I felt a slight blush touch my ears as I guessed why she was moving funny. Well… Good for her. I thought never begrudging someone intimate happy fun time. She cocked her head to the side and slowly walked over to hug me. That new touchy-feeling Becca rested her head against my chest and I thought I just heard a faint sniffing inhale as she hugged me. I felt the blush in my ears deepen with her physical contact. “Morning Ann.” Becca said a sadness touching her voice. “Morning Becks.” I said pushing some cheer into my voice. “I’m so sorry dude. I’ll do your laundry. You go eat pancakes babe. It’ll be ok. I’m here for you.” Becca told me. Oh that’s not going to happen! Can’t let her go upstairs! I thought instantly. “Uh… No. I’ll do it. Let’s just sit down and eat.” I insisted. “I promise I’ll never tell anyone. I never did last time either! You know you can trust me.” She said. “Whatever in the world are you talking about?” I asked her pushing her out to arms length my hands resting on her shoulders. “Ann… I… haven’t smelled you like this in the morning in years. Somewhere under six foot I think.” She said looking down and not making eye contact. “What?” I huff my blush reaching my cheeks. “You wet again last night didn’t you.” She whispered. “No… I mean. Well… wait! Again?!? You knew?” I panicked. “No, don’t you pull away from me. I love you Ann. There are no secrets with us. I never treated you differently, and I won’t now either. Just trust me Babe.” Becca pleaded. I let my arms fall and then rise to cover my mouth. The blush in my face deepened and I could feel the heat around my eyes, on the tops of my ears, and the tips of my cheeks. Tears that I had thought had run dry clouded my vision. My lip quivered and I was on the edge of oblivion. I needed to hide and be alone. “No you don’t! You don’t get to run from me. Not me. Never. You’re my BEST FRIEND. I will be there for you! All this is because of you! Sure I miss Trent, but driving would be his job either way.” Becca rushed to me wrapping me in a hug trapping my arms my hands against my face. “But... it was supposed to be over!” I started a balling screaming cry letting the emotion bubble out. “I know. I was never so happy for you than when you got your panties.” She told me smiling. “I was so jealous of you. So much younger than me and in your panties before me.” I told her hiccuping and sniffling. I was in fully on ugly cry mode. “You are wonderful and fucking amazing! Don’t let this be all there is to you.” She told me pulling me down into a hug over my shoulders forcing my head down to her level. Becca kissed my cheek and I swear I heard her sniff my neck as she rubbed her cheek against mine. It was odd, but I quickly lost focus on the sniffing as she kissed one cheek then the other. I was still crying as she pulled my hands from my face and kissed me on my lips. The kiss was the only just a touch of her soft lips to mine, but it shattered my entire world. I gasped and touched my lips as Becca pulled away her head cocked to the side adorably. She hugged me again tucking her head between my breasts. A fact I was more than a little aware of. I felt that hug more than any hug we’d ever shared before. “I got your laundry. We’ll talk in a bit. Just go be awesome and eat and I’ll be back in a bit.” I coughed stepping away from her. Oh My Lord! Oh sweet baby Jesus. [Ann] I need you. [Mom] I’m leaving now. Do I need to call? [Ann] No. Becks is with me. She made me breakfast. [Mom] I’ll be there around 2. Keep in touch. [Ann] Yes ma’am. [Mom] I love you. [Ann] I love you. Hurry Mommy.
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  2. I started wearing diapers 24/7, almost 4 years ago with the objective to become incontinent. I tried various ways to shortcut like stents, foley caths (last one involved UTI and antibiotics). Then I resorted to drinking a lot, staying relaxed at all times which looking in the rear mirror was hard to do. In fact I believe I wasn't that successful at it. Nevertheless I made some progress, but not even close to what I wanted. So now marks the day, where I'll restart my journey, greatly inspired by Felix among others. Instead ofninly focusing on the long term objective, incontinence and bedwetting. I've decided to split it my endgoal into what I consider more realistic short term goals. First goal. Wet in my diaper, at least once every hour. Once that has been achieved, second goal will be wet my diaper once every half hour. I known I have triggers which somehow impacts my bladder and makes it spasm so I get the urgent feeling of needing to pee, like focusing on my cellphone, reading emails and such, so naturally I'll use that to begin with, simply to reinforce. But I need to find other triggers as well. Goal one should be achievable, within one month, though doesnit take longer, then so be it. Second goal will be harder, but I hope that by accomplishing first goal, second one should be doable. Also given the fact that, I'm not starting entirely from scratch. My hope is that once I have accomplished my second objective, that my bladder has shrunk considerably, meaning I can begin focusing on bedwetting. I'll update once a month, or when I feel there is enough progress, to share. Sendt fra min BTV-W09 med Tapatalk
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  3. This is a repost of a story of mine that went away with the boardwipe. Good thing too, since it had some errors or odd moving passages in it that i since have been able to fix: At the time i was also struck by a writer's block, i hope i can finally update this story a bit quicker than last time. I have a general outline in my head, though much still has to crystallize. Note: This story contains no regression and nearly no adult baby stuff. It's diaper lover only, with a generous sprinkling of bondage and other bdsm themes in it (these will get more prevalent as the story goes on), so read at your own peril!. I always felt there was a bit of a drought in DL stories on the forum: A lot of them are about regression in some form or another. Personally that's just not my thing, so i decided to do something about it with a story of my own It might also be somewhat slow moving, but i want to make its progression feel as natural as possible. I feel like i already made a few huge jumps in the development though. Feedback is always appreciated! Chapter 1 As Sara sat in the rather dark, square room she obviously felt uncomfortable. She was sat at a small, rectangular table, on a plain, metal chair. A bright light shone from above, from a recessed lamp in the ceiling, giving an unnaturally artificial flair to the otherwise featureless room. An empty chair was across from the table, behind that, a closed door. Despite appearances, this wasn’t a police station and she wasn’t about to get interrogated. In fact, she’s here for a job. Sara pondered about the road she’s taken to get here, sitting in a dim room in an office building of a company she doesn’t know anything about, despite having been interviewed quite a few times already. The terms were too good to pass on though, especially for someone in her situation and in this day and age. Just 15 years ago, the country was quite different. Heck, the world was. Simple things like public healthcare just got implemented, the minimum wage was still there and social security for those who didn’t get it, and voting still mattered. At least, it felt like it did. It didn’t take long for the situation to change, when big lobbies started openly controlling elections and politics and big corporations acted like a huge ball of slime - Rolling over and swallowing smaller corporations, even people, into their big, fat, bodies. People didn’t care. They were distracted with reality shows, and populistic displays of the show politics from the time kept people busy with irrelevant issues, blinding them to what was actually happening. Heck, they still don’t care, as long as they can have their fun. And fun, oh well, fun can be bought and sold, so no one has a problem with that. It’s a win-win! Sara was always a bit absent-minded, even to the point where to some she might seem careless, or carefree at times. She chose to go to university, taking out the obvious necessary loan. However, realizing it too late, she chose the wrong major (‘becoming a doctor’ is so much easier to say than to do) and ended up with a university career she couldn’t finish as well as a whopping $200,000 debt. So, when she dropped out, she was in a slightly panicky mood, as you can imagine. She scoured the job boards, not finding much for a university drop-out. The low-paying jobs she could find and take basically left her on life support, as that loan still needed to be repaid. Living off scraps while the interest went higher than what she was able to pay back was not exactly the situation to be in. Along came a spider. A job listing, actually. Modelling! No experience needed, $5000 a month, $10,000 signing bonus, 12 months with an option for extension. How could she not at least try out for it? Some company called Bound Inc. She never heard of it, but it sounded legit enough. Fortune 500, apparently, which is no small feat considering the competition nowadays. She was led through the recruitment process. Their main office is plain white from the outside, with black accents around the corners and windows. It looks like a modernists’ wet dream, almost literally, as the walls and floors were glossed to a fault, the lights running around the edges and corners of the entire ceiling, which was matte black otherwise. It gave a strange, flattened feeling to the interior. Her first contact was a blonde woman, all dressed in tight, black clothes. The company must have a rather lax attitude to it’s dress code, she thought. She did seem rather strict, but extremely professional and still friendly. A few more rounds of interviews followed, though most seemed pretty inane, they seemed to have less to do with the job and more like she was visiting her family, asking her about what was going on in her life. So, now, in this dim room, oddly contrasting to the rest of the building’s interior, she was awaiting the final interview. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched from behind a cliché, a two-way mirror of course. Smoke hangs in the dark side-room, as one of the men was smoking. He looked at the girl beyond the mirror, a frown on his face: “Ted, her breasts are too small. She doesn’t have any modelling experience whatsoever either. That’s two strikes.” The man was looking over some pictures, showing off more of Sara’s body than is visible at the moment. She’s athletic with relatively wide hips, but a very well shaped body otherwise, though her breasts never got past the ‘barely A-cup’ stage. As the daughter of a caucasian father and asian mother, her face and skin show traits of both, full, tout lips and a short but cute nose under big eyes, half-long black hair draped over her shoulders in the pictures, but in a ponytail at the moment. Dark, deep blue eyes and raven black hair can easily get you lost in her face. “Sir, we’re not just looking for a model. We’ve had 1200 applications and of those, only she has passed all the tests. Even this one she’s passing with flying colors, look at how calm she remains. Besides, the breasts we can fix.” The smoking man puts the cigarette out and simply observes the girl, which seems calm, looking around as if trying to entertain herself with something as she waits: “Are you sure she’s got potential?” “Her tests were all very positive. She can deal with the pressure and she looks like she picks up things quickly. Besides, she’s not going on to a catwalk any time soon!” The second man, Ted, chuckles at his comment, the smoking man grinning in agreement: “Seems that we don’t have much choice otherwise. None of the active approaches were successful?” “No. Most were already engaged otherwise, the ones who weren’t were not interested in this project. Understandable probably, given the requirements. Unless you want to wait for another 6 months for a slim chance of getting even an equivalent candidate, she’s our best bet.” The smoking man puts his elbows on his chair’s armrests and his fingertips together. He stairs at the girl for a few moments and gives a solitary, but strong nod to Ted: “Get her prepped. Suzie will supervise her introduction period. I want her ready in 3 weeks, we need this stuff out before the holiday quarter starts.” Ted gets up, tidies his suit and walks towards the door: “D? E?” “C is enough. She needs to appeal to a broader audience than our other models.” Ted nods, and continues on to the other room, where Sara is currently fidgeting. He sits down, calmly, and puts forth a small document: “Miss Keys, i’m here to offer you a contract. Please read it carefully, initial all pages and write your signature on the last page, on the mark, if you agree to all the terms. Feel free to ask me any questions you like.” A wide, warm smile forms on Sara’s face. She can’t believe it, she’s been accepted! Her financial troubles are over, her family will finally get off her case again for being a failure in their eyes. She’ll be famous! “Really? I thought you wanted to send me home after you let me wait here for almost an hour… I mean, thank you for giving me this opportunity sir!” She bends down over the document, reading it. Though, after the first section, confirming the pay and duration, she seems to be skimming it. Ted almost looks like he wants to say something, but refrains himself, instead a smile forming on his face. Not menacing, not awkward, but strangely self-satisfactory. As Sara pens down her signature on the final page she almost slams down the pen: “When do i start?” Ted collects the document, his smile still present on his face: “You just did. Collect your things, you’re expected back at the office in 3 hours. Your introduction period starts tonight.” Sara jumps up and extends her hand in an almost child-like way: “Thank you sir! You won’t regret this.” Ted chuckles as Sara tries to correct herself: “I mean, i’ll do my best!” Ted smiles and nods at Sara: “You’ll fit right in ma’am. When you return, report to the medical station, they will be briefed on your arrival. “ Sara nods strongly, not questioning why she would have to start there of all places. She hasn’t had a checkup for a long time, and she might need one anyway… Chapter 2 Her own place wasn’t actually very far from the company’s office. Just about 20 minutes by public transport. Very public transport. Fashion has moved quickly over the past 15 years and fads spread like wildfire due to this generation’s access to the internet. A lot of the older people - If by over 30 you mean old - still stick to the standard of jeans and shirt, with a plain jacket to cover it up. However, other materials have become increasingly popular, though they have mostly stayed within the realm of one piece of clothing at a time. Luckily, one might say. However, it’s one of those things Bound Inc. has apparently been using quite expertly to grow the business, and grow it fast. Stepping into the bus, Sara was greeted by quite a few teenagers, not much younger than herself, wearing PVC jackets and boots. Some of the girls were wearing a sarong to go along with it, some of the boys a kilt. High schools were becoming an ever more popular battleground for such fads and trends. At 21 she was only just out of that phase, though her parents raised her in such a way that she still preferred old-school, plain clothing. A quick ride and quite a bit of money later she arrived at her apartment building, at the edge of the city center. Not dilapidated, but close, it had that dirty, brown look to it’s exterior, old fashion dumpsters in an alley to the side and a small set of stairs towards the front door. It’s that kind of building you’d see in those movies from ages ago, but if you haven’t seen one in the wild, you’d expect to be walking on to a set. Nothing could be further from the truth, as the walls were crumbling, the stairs were creaking and the neighbours were loud. Sara sighed as she crawled up the steep, dark wooden stairs up to the third floor, towards her front door. No one in sight, so far. Seems like most of the residents don’t come out much, though she preferred it like that. Her apartment was a mess. Clothes everywhere, a laptop lazily sitting in a corner, on top of a desk buried in so much paperwork of all sizes and colors it almost looks like someone was blowing leaves. The entire space was tiny, with a kitchenette right in the living room, a small bedroom to the side and a bathroom tucked into a corner. She threw her backpack in the corner and slumped down on the bed, face first: “I guess this means i can finally start looking for a nicer place…”, she told no one in particular. A sudden knock on the door prevented her from nodding off. “Miss Keys? Are you home yet?” A light, male voice sounded out through the door. Unthreatening, friendly. Very creepy if you’ve lived here for any amount of time. Sara hopped up: “Coming!” She opened up the door, leaving it on the chain and peering through the crack: “Yeah? What do you want?” “Bound Inc, ma’am. We could have driven you home, but you left rather quickly. We’re here to help you pack.” Sara spotted two more men behind the first. While they stood like security personnel, hands folded in front, black, casual suits, they didn’t seem very threatening: “I… Really? Pack?” “Yes ma’am. We will wait if you’re not ready yet, but you’re expected at HQ tonight. You’ll be staying there for the next 8 days, in the meantime we will be preparing your new accomodations.” Sara gulped. This job was getting better by the second. “New… “ She opened the door and waved the men in, they gave her a friendly nod as they passed: “Yes ma’am. We take care of our own, as you will see. We will retreat to a nearby cafe for the time being if you wish to remain, we still have a few hours.” Sara simply stood there, looking around. She wondered whether she would be missing this place. She then wondered why she would, just as another fight between the married couple next door broke out. The men in the room looked surprised, though one of them can’t supress a chuckle and the others a facepalm as the conversation apparently revolved around sex dolls. Yes, the walls are that thin. She then took a deep breath, and looked out the window: “Let me get a few things then, and you can get started. I don’t need to stay here if i don’t have to, thank god.” The men nodded, the front man responding: “Good. Brian, Jason, get the boxes. Miss Keys, do you also want the furniture moved, or just the contents?” Sara looked around as she packed up her laptop and some clean clothes haphazardly, apparently in a hurry: “Ehm… Take the bedstand, and…. The desk. The rest belongs to the landlord, so leave those er…. “ She gave a funny look at the front man before he responded: “My apologies, my name is Conan. The others i’ve unwittingly introduced, of course.” The other two waved, responding with a short “Hi!” as they just returned with load of boxes, ready to get started. Sara couldn’t help but chuckle: “Were you named after…..” “Yes, vice president O’Brien. My mother was a fan, back in the day. This is the only time i’ll speak of this, so let’s get cracking, shall we?” Brian and Jason couldn’t help but laugh at their comrade: “Oh shut up you two, you have work to do!” “Miss Keys, do you want a lift to HQ?” Sara nodded: “Of course! All ready. Off to new adventures!” She pointed towards the door, striding towards it in big steps, prompting yet another chuckle from the men as Conan followed her out: “Well then.” Stepping out again, hopefully for the last time Sara thought, a nice, silver Mercedes was waiting for them, in front of a larger, silver van which Brian and and Jason seemed to be using. Obviously a big step up from the crowded bus just an hour ago. Not a limousine, but she knew better than to be picky at this very early stage of her new career, she thought to herself. Conan opened the back door: “Step in ma’am, we’ll be at the office in 15 minutes. I’ve been told Doctor Lennis is already available for your physical and prep work, so she’ll be waiting.” “Is getting a physical normal for all employees? Seems pretty thorough”, Sara asked. “Of course. We want our models in top physical condition for the job they are to perform, this is routine for all first-timers. “ Conan closed the door and got in the front of the car, starting it up and heading off towards the main office building. His driving style was fast, but not reckless, betraying where one of his hobbies may lie. Sara piped up again: “So you had one too?” “Of course. Everyone does.” Sara leaned back, staying quiet for the rest of the drive. Conan took a glance at her via his mirror every so often, a quiet smile on his face as he drove on. After a short amount of time they reached their destination. Sara jumped out before Conan reached the door, following her inside: “Medical station is to the left, up the stairs and straight on until the end of the hallway. You’ll find it!” “Thanks!” Sara skipped along with her backpack quite excited for her new job, though she slowed her pace somewhat as she realized it would be christened with a trip to the doctor. She stopped and sighed before opening the door to his office. Or her. Assumptions! Doctor Lennis was not an old fart, but a rather fetching young woman - Or so it seemed. The doctor smiled, as did everyone here apparently, warmly, welcoming her: “You must be Sara!” The doctor got up and moved her hand towards Sara, shaking it firmly: “Welcome. Let’s waste no time! We have to get you ready for your introduction period. Please follow me!” “Hi i’m…. Well, you know already! And alright, let’s get this done with.” Sara followed the doctor, Leslie as it turned out, lead her into another hallway, and into an examination room. Oddly, it had a hospital bed in it, though she didn’t pay this much mind. “Sara, i’ll have to get thorough, if you don’t mind. Could you please take off your clothes? Leave all your things on the chair here, and sit on the bed.” Sara gulped and hesitated for a moment: “All of them? I mean… Isn’t this just a checkup?” “Of course it is, but a thorough one.” She chuckled to herself. “After that we’ll start the introduction process straight away as well.” “Well…. Alright then.” Sara stripped, though slightly uncomfortable now. A small price to pay for such an awesome job, she thought. She put her clothes on the chair - Jeans, plain black t-shirt and plain white underwear. Not original, but it did the job. She sat down on the bed, arms in front of her chest, as Leslie approached her with a glass of water: “Drink this, and lie down on your back. We’ll handle everything else from here.” Sara nodded, and took a few large gulps, before lying down and making herself comfortable while the doc was fetching some supplies from the cabinet in the room: “Was that so you can track what’s inside me or something?” Suddenly, she felt incredibly drowsy, as the doc replied: “No, an anesthetic of course. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us!” Sara opened her mouth to speak, though she was quickly slipping into unconsciousness. With a confused look on her face she saw two nurses enter the room, in green outfits and surgical masks, the doc donning one as well now. She felt a wave of fear rush through her, not knowing exactly what was happening, though it subsided quickly as she drifted off into a deep, uneventful sleep. Chapter 3 The sounds of chirping birds and a light breeze were enough to rouse Sara from her slumber. The sun shone through the window, illuminating what at first glance seemed to be a stark, white room. She could only see the walls and ceiling, both of which were matte painted, but a cursory glance to her right revealed the same shiny floors as before - Still white. The garden soundtrack didn’t seem to be artificial. A quick look outside showed greenery, though she couldn’t make out much more than that before noticing the apparatus next to her, some wires emanating from it and going to her chest and one to her arm… A drip, as it turned out. She raised her head lightly, still as groggy as an Irishman after St. Patrick’s day, and noticed that she had to raise it a bit further to look down her body. The mounds on her chest seemed… Bigger. She slowly moved the covers down, gulping as she did, the little voice in the back of her head screaming about what the hell is going on, though outwardly she remained calm… Mostly. As her consciousness returned to a more productive state, blinking a few times, she processed the sight. Bandages, around what seemed to be bigger breasts than she had before. She blinked a few times, not knowing what to think, let alone do, but as the seconds rolled by, the first thought that entered into her mind was “Well… Those are actually quite nice…” She froze for a moment at letting herself think that, letting her head and the covers drop back down, still exhausted. Closing her eyes she listened to the soothing soundtrack for a few moments, alone with her thoughts, surprised at how calm she is despite the situation. She can’t seem to actually form coherent sentences for the most part, thinking more in feelings, impressions…. Speaking of feelings, one of them seemed to be forming between her legs. An urge, a familiar one. An urge which was retreating… It took a few seconds before it dawned on her, but when she realized what was happening, she slowly raised the covers again and raised her head. The grogginess was disappearing fast, letting her get away with slightly quicker and more vigorous movements - Despite the wires going to her chest, the apparatus stayed quiet, though she could only imagine what was showing on the monitor. Propping herself up on her elbow, she kept raising the cover, until a rather thick and shiny white undergarment was revealed. Again, she stared, the realization coming to her in a shiver down her spine, which conveniently and seamlessly transitioned into another short round or ‘urges’ between her legs. She was so consumed by the sight, another change almost slipped past her - How could she not have noticed? The covers didn’t feel smooth, her skin did! It seems someone put a lot of care into shaving her quite thoroughly, there was no hair in sight on her entire body. Falling back down again, even though it was just a short distance, she groaned and closed her eyes. The cover was now half-off, leaving her torso and crotch exposed as she moved her arms to her face, covering it. Whatever prevented her from going insane at this very moment, she thanked it silently, but still tried to slowly breathe to process this new information. Someone…. They, the company, have done this to her. The skin and breasts seemed to be intentional, but for some reason she didn’t resent those changes at all. Surprising, yes, unwelcome? Probably not? Maybe? Even so, if they were unwanted they were so because she didn’t consent to them. Did she? A gust of wind entered the room during that thought. Even her mind fell silent as she realized that she might have… Has she been so blinded by her desperation to get out of a hopeless situation? She didn’t read the entire contract. Was this the reason for the physical and mental tests she went through? What exactly had she agreed to? She shook her head, taking her hands off her now motionless, expressionless face. She wiggled her toes, moved her legs slightly, just making sure that they were still working - Or there in the first place. Why she thought that last bit…. No clue…. She looked up again, raising the covers to make sure everything else was still alright. The sight of a hairless body, from her neck to her toes, greeted her, making her wonder whether the same was done underneath her undergarment…. Those thoughts were interrupted as the doctor entered the room. She carried a wide, warm smile on her face, confidently strutting forward. Sara didn’t seem to be scared anymore - That was reserved for a short moment before her unconsciousness - Though she was certainly surprised. Not at the doc showing up, but what she was wearing! An incredibly tight, mostly white and shiny minidress with deep cleavage showing and most of her legs and arms. A red cross adorned her left pec, the sight being accompanied by an odd, barely audible squeaking. Latex, not PVC, she realized. Oddly enough, the ensemble was completed with plain, flat footed steppers. The doctor realized Sara was now starting at those and chuckled: “One must compromise somewhere my dear. How are you feeling? You’ve been out for 4 days.” Sara looked up again, pulling the covers back over her quickly when a blush formed on her face. She wanted to ask questions - A lot of them - but couldn’t seem to get the words out of her mouth. Doc Lennis sat down next to her: “Take your time. You’ve only just woken up, it’s natural to still feel a bit confused.” Sara mirrored that sentiment to a tee as she looked at the Doc, finally gathering herself: “What did you do? Why am i here?” Those two questions seemed to throw the Doc for a loop. She looked at her chart and back to Sara: “Amnesia shouldn’t happen…. No allergies…” She looked back up at Sara: “You remember your name?” Sara frowned: “I know who i am. I know that you drugged me, and that i ended up here. What did you do?” Doc raised an eyebrow: “You signed up as our new model did you not? The standard modification clause in your contract allows us to make small alterations to your body to help you perform that task as best as you can.” She started frowning: “This was explained to you, right?” At this point, Sara facepalmed so hard her blush was drowned out by the red spot on her forehead. She slumped forward, putting her head in her hands, only now remembering what she read about modern fashion models: “How could i just gloss over that….” Doc sighed, and returned to her smile: “Don’t worry, the operations were relatively minor and all of them were completed 100 percent successfully. There will be no side-effects whatsoever.” Sara looked up again and raised an eyebrow, removing the covers and pointing to her crotch: “Then what is this!?” The doctor was barely able to hold back a chuckle: “That’s not a side-effect my dear Sara. You’re our new adult diaper model and tester.” Sara’s skin got paler than usual. Something told her she should have looked up what the company actually does and makes before she took this job… Blinded by the pay and a way out of her debts she seems to have gotten herself into another mess. Doc continued: “The modifications done there are purely to facilitate your role at the company. While they make you fully incontinent, we can control the degree of it up to a certain level, depending on what you’re testing and the needs of the media shoots.” Sara just looked at herself, poking at the undergarment, which responded with a soft crinkling sound: “Fully… Incontinent?” “Well yes. Otherwise the testing and shoot conditions can’t be properly simulated and we do not settle for anything less than the best. Trying to emulate them won’t give the proper results.” Sara looked back at Doc, flabbergasted more than anything else. Doc continued again: “I think i know why you were singled out from over 1200 people who wanted this job. You’ll do great!” Sara forced a wry smile, turning back to her crotch: “Yeah…. I guess…” Doc chuckled again, got up and blatantly grabbed Sara’s left breast. The girl jumped in bed and looked at Doc with an expression of utter shock: “Just checking my dear. The bandages can come off soon.” She didn’t know what to think, other than that the shock wasn’t caused by Doc grabbing her, but the fact that the sensitivity of that area was apparently enhanced somewhat. Maybe just an after effect, she thought, of the surgery. Doc walked out again: “You’ll be out of bed by this evening. Rest up a bit. Suzie will be coming over later today to pick you up!” As Doc walked out the door, closing it behind her, Sara looked dumbfounded, absentmindedly pulling the covers back over her otherwise naked body: “Who the hell is Suzie?” Chapter 4 Alone with her thoughts, Sara looked at the ceiling, contemplating the terms of her new job, cursing herself for yet another spectacularly thoughtless life decision. A cursory glance at the chair in the corner next to her revealed that her clothes and bag were still there. Wide awake and nothing to do, she raised the covers and slowly sat up, letting her legs fall off the edge of the bed. Her feet didn’t quite reach the floor, which felt unnerving, though she chalked it up to simply being used to what mostly amounts to a very low stretcher back home. She chuckled at herself, having thought of that dump as home. She wouldn’t be going back there anytime soon. The thought startled her though - Did she just casually imply to herself that she’ll be keeping this job for the foreseeable future? No matter, she needed a distraction. Hopefully the battery of the laptop wasn’t drained, as the only power sockets were used by the machine next to her. The soft crinkle of the diaper provided a different distraction, not a very pleasant one at that, reminding her of her… Carelessness, you might say, in signing up for this. Looking down past the still bandaged breasts, she poked the garment, the white between her legs obviously being a lot darker than above her crotch. Yet, uncomfortable was one adjective not applicable to this situation. The room was pleasantly warm, despite the open window and her lack of clothing otherwise. The way the fabric of the bed moves against her skin feels smoother than she ever thought possible, not even shaving could get this kind of result. And the diaper? Odd, but, not uncomfortable. The opposite, actually. Snapping herself out of it, she slowly got up, silently thanking whatever deity might be listening that her extended nap didn’t cause her legs to fail straight away. Wiggling her toes and grabbing a hold of the stand holding her IV bag she walked a few steps to the chair with a bit of a waddle in her walk. She couldn’t help but focus on the crinkle, the sound being a constant reminder of her situation. Strangely enough, she was fascinated far more by it than worried. She quickly grabbed her laptop out of the bag and returned to the bed, hoping to distract herself for at least a little while. Carefully lying herself down on the bed she pulled the covers back up and opened the lid, only to be greeted with an empty battery: “Well, shit.” Her cursing was interrupted by the door opening, accompanied by someone walking through it. Despite everything she went through today (in her own sense of time at least), this surprised her still - A fully naked woman stepped in the room, white-but-almost-asian looking, with just above shoulder length, black, messy hair and the largest pair of breasts she’s ever seen. In person, anyway. Even stranger, the only piece of clothing she wore, if you could even call it that, was a slim, metal, intricately decorated collar around her neck. “You can close your mouth, it’s not required to stare at me!” The woman giggled, shaking Sara out of her stupor. She blushed and pulled the covers up just a bit more: “Doc will be here soon to take the bandages off, and all those other wires coming from you. We’ll get you dressed and to your new home! Which is to say, our home. Roommates!” Sara looked a bit confused: “Ehm… Allright. Nice to meet you too, i’m Sara.” She held out her hand as the woman replied: “Almost forgot! I’m Suzie, Suzie Miller. Try to avoid the phrase ‘It’s Miller time!’ and we’ll be best friends!” Suzie shaked Sara’s hand, the latter still trying to determine what kind of person she’s talking to. “Before you asked, and if you’re wondering, i’m wearing my company uniform. Everyone gets one, and this is mine! Obviously i don’t go outside like this.” She winked: “Often.” Before Sara could respond, Doc Lennis popped inside again: “Hey Suzie! Long time no see.” “Hey Doc! Still rocking the flatties?” “Hey, work is work. I’m not doing the ballet heels again when i’m trying to deal with patients.” She turned to Sara: “Now then, let’s get you changed, and out of those bandages.” Sara blushed strongly when realizing what she was talking about. Doc already held a clean diaper in her hands as she, rather roughly, pulled the covers back after letting Sara put the laptop on the stand next to her. “You’ve obviously only had liquid sustenance for the last few days, but after you start eating normally again tonight, try and make sure you eat at specific times every day. If you do that you can get away by voiding yourself with an enema, and may not have to use your diaper for that if you want to avoid it.” Sara responded: “I…. Wait, voiding, you mean…” “Yes, pooping, shitting, whatever you want to call it. You are fully incontinent, remember? That bit you can still control up to a certain point though, by making sure you eat at regular times, and healthy enough.” Sara looked a bit glum, once again blushing deeply: “This job just keeps getting better….” Suzie raised an eyebrow: “It’s not like you didn’t know about this? It was in your….” Sara’s rather offbeat and confused expression gave another clue to Suzie: “You didn’t read your contract thoroughly, did you?” Sara nodded: “Skimmed it….” Suzie chuckled, her large breasts bouncing as she did so: “Well, if the company didn’t think you could deal with it you wouldn’t be here anyway, and if you really skimmed your contract…. I’m kind of impressed you’re not panicking right now, but i guess that’s another reason for why you were chosen.” Lennis responded: “I could have been a bit more... accommodating at the checkup i suppose.” Suzie rolled her eyes: “Again Lexa? Keep that kind of stuff at home next time please….” Lexa sighed and nodded, Sara looking just a bit annoyed as she responded to Suzie’s question: “I might still be, but i’m bad at showing it. Look, i admit, i really, really needed the money and i may have skimmed a few parts of the contract. At least give me some time to get used to…. This.” She finished, pointing at both her chest and crotch. Suzie gave Sara an incredulous look, but sighed and smiled. Lexa piped up: “First things first indeed. Raise your hips dear, you’re soaking wet and we need to get you changed. I’ll trust you can do that yourself after today.” Sara closed her eyes, her blush taking on the color of an early morning sun, along with the glow it seemed. She raised her hips, Doc quickly exchanging the full diaper with a clean one, taping it up snugly: “Now, lets get those bandages off. That healing gel is amazing, normally you’d be in here for another week.” Sara let herself down again and to her surprise, a satisfied feeling washed over her. The dry diaper felt good, very good even. Catching herself with these thoughts she shaked them off and looked at her chest as she sat up and let Doc go to work: “I guess i missed the breast thing too?” Doc kept a neutral expression on her face as she concentrated on the bandages, removing them quickly and efficiently: “You did. Modifications can be made to help you perform your job better. That’s the reason for the hair removal as well. Serves the dual purpose of looking better on camera and letting you put the necessary clothing on more easily.” Sara chuckled to herself: “At least i’m not a nude model.” Doc and Suzie looked at each other and laughed, Suzie responding: “You’re right about that, actually! Lucky you.” She winked at Sara, who only responded with a look to her side and yet another blush. Doc finished removing the bandages and smiled, touching the now uncovered breasts gently, looking underneath: “No scars. Excellent. They look completely natural. What do you think Suzie?” Suzie only held up two thumbs up, straight forward: “Excellent! And very cute.” Sara finally allowed herself to touch the new additions to her chest as well: “Would it be mean to say that i’m very happy to see they’re not as big as yours, er... “ “Suzie.” “...Suzie? I mean, don’t you have back problems or something with that…. Rack?” “You’re kidding. They’re only F-cups! Besides, you get used to it very quickly. Now get up and get dressed, we’ll be getting some dinner and then head out to my place.” Sara sat on the bed, looking down at herself, then at Lexa, before looking back at Suzie. Lexa seemed to understand, and carefully removed the IV as well as the monitor stickers on her chest: “The clothes you brought with you are still in your bag, on the chair. I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Suzie here now, so have fun!” Sara nodded, still a bit bewildered by it all, and waved at Lexa as she left the room. “I’ll wait outside. Don’t make me wait too long! We’ve got a few things to go over tonight to get you settled in.” With that, Suzie left the room as well, leaving Sara to herself. She got up, having to walk around the bed to reach the chair. Her balance already seemed to be completely restored, courtesy of the drip perhaps? The one thing she was still having trouble with was the strange feeling over her skin, especially between her legs, as well as the distinct crinkling sound she made with every movement she made which in some way influenced her hips. Looking down at herself again she recognized her body, but it felt alien somehow now. Her skin almost glistened, as smooth as it was, and it was impossible to look down without her significantly increased breast size making itself rather obvious. She gathered herself and unpacked her bag, a large backpack, onto the bed. She threw on a black t-shirt, which was significantly tighter now - Possibly for the best, as she had no bra to put on. The rather deep neckline was enhanced greatly, for obvious reasons, despite this being the loosest shirt she had. She considered throwing the underwear she brought with her in the bin right away, but decided against it. Pants were next. With no idea what she would expect she grabbed a few pairs of jeans at random, but in some incredible stroke of luck, she managed to grab the only skintight jeans she had. Pulling it over her legs she hit the obvious roadblock, as they wouldn’t fit over the diaper: “For fucks sake…. You can’t be serious.” Sara groaned, throwing the jeans back on the bed, and rustled through the pile of clothes to see if she didn’t miss anything. As luck would have it, she did! In an about-face however, it turned out a pleated miniskirt was the only other piece of lower body attire she had with her. It was easy to put on, though a big flaw manifested itself straight away: A miniskirt doesn’t go down very far, and this specimen wasn’t exactly meant to cover up her current underwear situation. As it happened, it didn’t, if only barely. The pearly white plastic of the diaper peeking out just barely, but visibly, from the back, as she found out by reaching behind her, given the lack of a mirror in the room. She attempted pulling the skirt down, though it was quickly evident that she couldn’t do that without it sliding down on its own due to the smooth plastic. “For fucks sake!” - she exclaimed, searching yet again through her clothes for anything that could fix the situation. She didn’t even have a sweater to tie around her waist to hide the back and all her t-shirts were even smaller than the one she was wearing right now. Signing this deal in the middle of summer was her undoing, it seemed. Angrily throwing the clothes back into her backpack and carefully closing the laptop to put it on top, she closed the bag and put on her shoes. She exited the room, a big frown and deep blush on her face, Suzie unable to hold back a chuckle: “Seems you were not prepared! No matter, i took delivery of some clothes for you this morning, we’ll get you dressed into something much more… Dignified, is the word, i guess.“ Suzie giggled again, though it seems the irony of her own state of dress was not lost on her, swaying her hips strongly as she passed Sara: “Follow me!” “You are having way too much fun with this… Doesn’t anyone here have something i can wear?” “Not in your specific size, sweetie. The dress code here is very specific.” “Well fuck me then.” “Not on my watch!” Suzie giggled again, a confused looking Sara following in her wake: “Lets go have a quick dinner in the cafeteria downstairs. I’ll explain some of the ground rules, then i’ll get you home and acquaint you with your new… Well, home, actually. Looking forward to it?” “Honestly? I’m not exactly sure what i’m even looking at right now… “ As they passed through the hall and reached the elevators, a full-length mirror greeted her on her approach. Her blush intensified, as she took the chance to inspect herself. The diaper was visible indeed, if only barely, and she needed to be aware how she moved to not make it overly obvious. Her focus shifted to her chest, which wasn’t as large as it felt, or looked, before. It was actually rather fetching, now that she was finally able to get a good look at it. Her focus was disturbed as she felt a tiny stream leaving her nethers, the diaper getting just a tiny bit warm - It was disturbed even further by the realization that she could feel it happening and instinctively tried to stop it, but couldn’t. Suzie noticed the sudden stillness of her new live-in model and put her hand on Sara’s shoulder: “You’ll get used to it. It’ll be second nature before long.” Sara slowly turned toward Suzie, looked just a bit worried: “I think that’s something i’m afraid of…
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  4. Hi there, nice to meet you too!!
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  5. Bored of winter now! Roll on the spring please
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  6. So I have been slowly feeling better. I even worked almost 20 hrs this week. Only fought mild anxiety one morning. Couldn't breathe yesterday and my inhalers / nebulizer didn't work. My bronchitis is still not gone and the new med was making it worse. Ended up in the ER to get treated and change of meds. Ahhh breathing much better today. Had a good day. One day at a time.
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  7. 30.) It was time, it was time to do what I should have done a week ago, when I'd thought about it. When the bedwetting had started. I was going to dress her in something very special, very... age appropriate. I carried her from the kitchen to the bedroom, and I sat her on the counter in our private bathroom, sat her up there like an actual child. "You've had some trouble keeping the bed dry, little one. It’s been hard to stop from having accidents, isn't it? Yes Daddy, that's the answer. Say it for me." I stared at him for a second, a quiet second, before answering. "Yes Daddy," I mumbled. Why had he brought that up? I wanted to have sex and the bedwetting was the least sexy thing I could think of. I kicked my feet and leaned in for another kiss, but Da- er... Remy had already stepped away. I pouted. "Can we talk about something else?" "If you question me again, young lady, there'll be no cummies for you tonight." I took her by the chin. "Am I clear?" I felt... fuzzy in my head, warm and pleasant, and I leaned down to open the counter beneath where she was sitting. She wasn't going to like it, not when I stood up with the pull-up in my hand, but arguing or questioning me would be her giving up her chances of finishing. He fumbled around beneath the sink, then stood up with something in his hand. A cloth? Or something. It looked sort of like one of my pads. But when he started to unfold it, I recognized what it was. A pull-up. A children’s pull-up no less, with butterfly designs all over it. "Ohhhh no no no no!" I slid down off the counter and regretted it. Remy was a lot taller when I was on my feet. "I am not wearing that, and I am not a baby. There is zero chance. You're being an idiot." "And you're not going to get cummies tonight." I ruffled her hair nonchalantly, and walked out of the bathroom. If I were right, if I were reading the situation correctly, she'd chase after me and do just about anything to undo what she'd just done. I opened my mouth in frustration, but Remy had already walked out of the bathroom. I exhaled sharply and stormed after him, into our bedroom. "Remy! You are being stupid! I am twenty-two years old - I don't need a goddamn diaper and you know it!" "If you want cummies--" "And stop calling it that! I am trying to do your stupid little kid fetish thing and you're treating me like..." Like a little kid? No. It was more than that. "You're being... disrespectful. I'm your fiancée. I'm your future wife Remy! And I'll play make believe if you want but I am not a child!" I watched her rant, and I let her get everything out that she wanted to say, smiling a little bit like a patient parent, with my arms crossed, before I raised my eyebrows. "Are you done?" She was being such a brat, but I kinda liked that right now... "Forget this," I mumbled under my breath and turned to walk out, but Remy grabbed me by the wrist and pushed me up against the wall. I felt my feet lift up off the ground and his lips crash on mine. Again, and again, and again. I wrapped my legs around him and started to move my hips, only to be dropped to the floor again. I was so out of breath... "Daddy asked you a question, little Frosty. Are you done with your temper tantrum now? Are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to wait a little longer? I don't mind waiting, maybe I'll go take a shower and leave you out here all on your own." I had all this confidence in my tone, the likes of which would usually have made her so annoyed. But now she was just blushing... "I... I'm not wearing that. I'm having... trouble. And you said... you said it was fine. You said you didn't mind cleaning up..." His lips were close to mine. His breath brushed my forehead. I was having trouble thinking. "You said you didn't mind, so why... I shouldn't have to. And I'm not..." I wasn't sure why, but the bedwetting didn't seem like an issue anymore. Sure, it happened. But Remy cleaned it up. He wanted to clean it up. He wanted to take care of me, didn't he? "Because I want you to tug on my sleeve on the way to work, I want you to look down shyly, swing from foot to foot with your sleeves just a little too long and hanging over your hands, and mumble that you need to be changed. I want you to depend on me, I want you to sit on my lap when we go to the movies and get too worked up to remember to go to the bathroom... I think when you have your accidents... I think that's so cute, Frosty..." Yup. I just admitted that. ...oh. Well. Alright. This was officially weird. I mean, it was weird before. But it was weirder now. It was a lot weirder. I looked at the pull-up on the bed, where Remy had left it, and then at my feet. "I don't wanna do that," I mumbled. "It's gross, and--" "Any worse than waking up in wet sheets?" I pouted. Damnit... "I just..." "Why are you so against it?" "Because. I'm twenty-two." "But you're okay wetting the bed?" "Well, no, I just..." "But you like it, don't you? Like it when I take care of you, clean you up, soothe you, bake you garlic bread and put some juice in a little lidded cup while I tend to it? There's no real difference, Frosty. it's just another way you can need me, and depend on me... don't you want to be able to give me more?" "...I wanna have sex," I said plainly, annoyed, but... embarrassed. Embarrassed because I was considering it. Because, I guess, it was better than waking up in a wet bed. Ugh... "Bedtime only... only until I stop having accidents. And no one ever knows! And never outside of this bedroom! And... and sex. Right now." Selling my soul for Remy's dick. Ugh, I was so desperate... The thing is? I would have given her that deal, too, if both my work phones didn't start ringing at once. She looked at me desperately, needy, and I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "You know I have to get that, Frosty. I'll be right back." I sat on the edge of the bed for fifteen minutes, staring awkwardly at the pull-up next to me. It was so stupid. So childish. But it was just like any other underwear, wasn't it? And adults have bedwetting trouble too, don't they? They make adult diapers. Better to be in a pull-up than a diaper, I reminded myself. After fifteen minutes, I was annoyed. I went out to the living room to find Remy, but he was on his computer in the den. Damnit. I waved to try to get his attention, but he put a finger up at me. I sulked back to the bedroom, feeling dejected. I was so turned on. I was going to start wearing pull-ups to bed and I was still so turned on! Then I looked over at my dresser and I thought about what Ginger had said. How she left me a present. I bit my lip. Remy would be busy for hours at this rate...
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  8. I feel like all my comments on this story are just bashing Remy & Ginger. But it's getting kinda stale to me. I need to find something else to say... ... ... Umm, get well soon, Pudding?
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  9. 29.) Both of us had eaten. He had dinner at his office and I ordered Chinese. I sat across from him, on a chair closer to the TV, and he sat on the sofa where I'd been in my dream. I was nervous. I didn't know what to expect... but I had to start with the obvious. "You didn't come home last night... where were you?" "Ah, I went back to work, and fell asleep on my desk I'm afraid. I hadn't meant to stay out all night, little one, I'm sorry to have worried you. Do you want to talk about what happened? About why I was cross with you?" I used the kind of words Ginger would use. Cross. He'd never said that word before, not like that. But it seemed to go over my head. "Um. No, I think I understand. We were doing your... thing you like. And I guess it's more than just the clothes, right? It's like... I have to act like I'm a kid?" But I still didn't understand. I sighed. Maybe I did need an explanation. "I don't get it, Remy. I don't know why you like that stuff. Do you think... kids are sexy? Or..." "You know the answer to that." I replied, almost as though I were scolding her. Maybe I was. "And you should know better than to think that of me." Why did I like it, then? "I like it because I do, and that's enough for me. Seeing you small, and dependent on me, it makes me feel... warm. Not like arousal directly, but similar. When you gave me that coloring in page when I got home? That felt better than finishing does, little Frosty, do you understand?" "No," I said honestly. I had no idea what he was talking about. "So what does any of that have to do with acting like a kid?" "Kids are... dependent. They need someone." "So?" "So I like feeling needed." "I make you feel needed." He laughed a little bit and I crossed my arms in frustration. "I do!" "Yeah, you do? So when you have accidents, you're happy to let me take care of you? Or how about giving you baths? How about trusting me to help you stay dry at night? You've been asking me what you should wear a lot more, and that's a really good effort and direction, Frosty, but I know you can do more. I know deep down you want it, too. You want to be dependent on me, you want to need Daddy." Huh. I didn't expect to gush like that. "I..." I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to explain this to him. But in a way, he was right. In a weird, messed up way... "Listen. I... I enjoy how things have been the past few weeks. Going on dates. Going to the movies. Getting ice cream. You're cleaning the house and making me meals and you're always home for dinner..." I sighed and looked down at my feet. "So I like it. Depending on you. It means you're actually around... and that is so wonderful..." "And I want more..." I reached across the table and took her hand. "I want to dress you up cute and bring you to work, buy you some legos and watch you build them all morning in the corner of my office. I want to pick you out things, I want you to trust me to make your decisions. I don't want kids, I want you. I want you, my little Frosty." Kids had always been a sensitive topic for us. I never really wanted them, but I knew Remy did. I finally gave in and said we could have children after we were married for a few years, but we both knew I was making a compromise. For him. If he really didn't want kids, if he just wanted to take care of me like one... this opportunity seemed too good to pass up. "Alright," I said quietly. "Okay..." "You need to trust me, little Frosty. I want this, and I know you want it, too. So just... think about... trusting me, and being the best little girl you can be. And little girls don't curse, do they? They don't beg for wanton things, right? They just enjoy being bounced on Daddy's lap." And I had been giving her arousal, anyway! "Wanton...?" I looked at him strangely. I felt like I heard the word before, but I couldn't remember where. "I don't know what that means." "...uh. Perverted." "Oh." I didn't understand, though. What did he mean by that? "I understand the swearing thing, but... I mean, I am an adult. Like... we can still have sex. Right?" Obviously. I mean. This wasn't a 100% of the time thing. It was just a sometimes thing... "It's different." Maybe it was better not to explain it to her, maybe it was better to show her. I just couldn't think about how to demonstrate adequately to her the ideas I had in my head. Hm. "You're a good girl, and you're innocent, you're beautiful... sometimes I want to be lewd with you, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I just want to see your pretty eyes looking up at me while I play with your hair and you go down on me. It's different." "But what about me?" I said with a pout. I had my arms crossed over my chest. "We haven't had sex in almost three weeks, and... well I am sort of needy you know! And every time I try something always comes up and..." I looked at my feet. Sex talk wasn't really something I was good at. I learned how to talk dirty over the years because Remy was into that, but I was a very conventional person when it came to sex. "Well be sweet, and innocent, and coy. Appeal to my sense of Daddy...ness, I guess. Make yourself irresistible, while being innocent and sweet. And I'll have no choice but to pick you up and pin you to the shower wall..." Wow, I was getting warm under the collar there, huh? "But I don't know how to do that!" This was stupid. He wanted to make my decisions but he wanted me to manipulate sex out of him? I just wanted to get laid! Like, once a week! Is it that hard? "Listen. I'll do this... dependent thing. But I want something too. I want you. And me. Like we used to! Right now. And every week. Deal?" See, fairness! Ginger didn't know what she was talking about. I'd gone over around the table and I picked her up and I put my lips on hers and pushed her back against the fridge, still suspended in my arms. And I whispered in her ear. "When Daddy wants you to have cummies, hunny, you'll have them. But you don't choose when that is, because you're my little girl. You’re my little baby princess, and you're mine, and I'm charge. Say it back to me, say Daddy’s the Boss." It had been way too long. Honestly. Yesterday I was willing to put on that stupid dress and call him Daddy just to get some. I didn't care what he wanted. As long as he had his lips on mine. "Daddy's the boss," I mumbled as he kissed me again. I had never been kissed like this before, suspended, with my back to something. It was... very interesting.
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  10. Consider the medically incontinent fathers out there- are they any less good at that simply because they wear diapers? Of course not And if your increased happiness is having a positive effect here that should tell you something too It is good and wise that you are thinking about these things at this point where there is still a chance of changing your course Just know that with every serious decision you will make in life there will always be some doubt, and this is normal. Without that doubt we'd rush headlong into things and find ourself in trouble more often than not Use that doubt in a positive way- once you've thought your decision through and moved toward your goals cast the doubt aside and know that you've made a good decision because you once had doubt. Don't let it keep pestering you and keep dragging you down Something my Therapist taught me is that I'm no good for anyone else if I'm not good for me. I need to be OK first, then I can do good for other people like I want to If I'm not good then I really will not have any good to give, or at least not as much good to give as I'm capable of giving You can't do your best unless you are at your best, and if it takes being incontinent to make you your best then that is the path you need to be taking. It's not the best path for everyone but it is for some of us. I still have doubts that I want my own level of incontinence to increase- things are great for me right now without the bedwetting I originally thought I wanted. My own approach is simple acceptance of whatever happens being what is good for me I'm not going to fight anything because it was that fight to stay dry which was causing my problems. I'm happier now that I'm not fighting anything, and since I'm always diapered then nothing can hurt me anymore Maybe you should consider a similar approach and just let your heart and subconscious mind take you wherever it is that you need to go as you simply ride along. It works for me! Bettypooh
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  11. 47 weeks in (10 months, 3 weeks): There's a few subtle changes to report. Tuesday this week, I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself already peeing while laying on my tummy. In the past, there have been times where my body reflexively clenches my sphincters to try and stop the flow of urine when there's a risk of a leak. I have always had to mentally deny that urge and I'm always successful with denying the clench, but still--for a brief moment--I'll noticeably slow the flow. Tuesday was different: When I woke up mid pee, I had that same reflex try to clench my sphincters. I denied the urge as usual and was surprised that there was barely any change to the flow, as though the reflex to clench didn't happen. It's been 3 weeks since my last night wetting, so hopefully this means I'm more relaxed at night and I will continue to increase my frequency of night wettings. On a different note, I have been enjoying how my wettings have gotten pretty small. Usually, I'm relaxed enough that I'm wetting before I even have the urge to go. Even when my bladder fills up enough to send me signals that it's full, my wettings are still small. Most wettings seem to be around (an estimated) 2 to 4 ounces and at most, 6 ounces, or a half a can of soda's worth. I was thinking about it and I can't actually remember when I had a larger wetting--it's been at least a couple months. That was a pretty neat revelation, as it means my bladder has been shrinking from my untraining and I continue to progress towards diaper dependency and incontinence. Progress is slow as usual but I strongly believe that all of my untraining is working and I am making solid progress. I feel like it can't be said enough, but I love my diapers more than ever. My only regret is that I didn't start wearing 24/7 sooner.
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  12. Hey Team Wet, I think a lot of this is just plain persistence. We want a magic technique to undo behaviors we've had for decades, those being staying dry at night and continent during the day. Doesn't work that way. A behavioral approach is the answer, and while I am persuaded that there are components you can add to speed things up, we often give up too soon. The solution for me at this point in my journey is to get a bit of help and advice and to simply enjoy the ride. Sooner or later out it will penetrate our thick skulls that all the dry stuff and holding back on peeing until we wake up or to find a restroom is no longer desirable. Then stuff starts to happen. This could be simply a case of "act as what you want to be and you'll become that." Hang in there & I'll try to do the same! Bob
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  13. ********************** I was strapped to a table And realized I again couldn't move again. I saw I had tubes hooked up to my arms as well. Miss Sylvia came into view just as I started to struggle. She had a devilish look to her. "Start it." She said and I felt a large amount of pain as my arms from them being twisted. I suddenly shot up from where I was, panting. It took a second to realize where I was and calm down again but, that was scary. I saw Mr Turtle on the other end of the bed-I mean crib and crawled over to him. Once I had him, I hugged him tightly, unsure if what just happened was a dream or another flashback of a forgotten memory. It didn't matter much to me anymore. I stood up in the crib, holding the bars for support, and I could hardly bring my nose up to the side of it. I waited as I heard footsteps walking around downstairs but none of them going up the stairs. "M-Mommy?" I called. The footsteps stopped and I tried calling again. "Mommy?" The footsteps started again but now I could hear them going up the stairs. The door opened and I saw it was her. "Come here Mikey. Let's get you changed." Cheryl said, lifting me up, supporting my bottom with her forearm. I rubbed the sand out of one of my eyes and I felt my back being rubbed a few times just before Mommy laid me down on... my... changing table. This time Mommy kept me in my Pjs. Which I expected to be dressed again like I had the day before, but either way I had no choice or say in the matter. Mommy picked me up, holding me the way before, except she was now forcing my torso to lay on her. I wrapped my free arm around her neck to hold on better. Being tired still I hung my head over her shoulder as we made the trip down the stairs. *********************** Cheryl headed downstairs and into the kitchen to grab a bottle from the fridge. After warming it up, the Amazonian mother tested the temperature on the back of her hand. She had pumped that morning so Cheryl was unable to breastfeed Mikey right now. Once the two left the kitchen, Cheryl and Mikey entered the living room and sat down on the sofa. Once they were on the sofa, Cheryl cradled him in her arms and lap. This time she left her breasts covered as she fed the little his bottle. She noticed he paused for a second before latching onto the bottle. Mikey closed his eyes as he nursed. "There you go, Mommy has you." Cheryl cooed as she always did. She thought it would be easier to keep him asleep for the trip and part of the visit to Dr. Faulner. After the little was asleep she burped him a bit which woke him up for a few short moments, but Mikey fell right back asleep. Cheryl was ready to leave and got him in his carrier before hand. Cheryl made sure he had his blankey and turtle tucked in with him. The little let out a long sigh as he wrapped an arm around his favorite plush toy and attempted to turn on his side, but being unable to from the restraints on the carrier/carseat. Cheryl hooked up the carrier in the car and headed to the hospital where Dr. Faulner was waiting. As soon as they arrived at their destination, she took Mikey out of the car, still in the carrier and went inside to check in. After they were checked in, the Amazonian mother sat down in one of the waiting room's chairs and checked to see if Mikey was awake or not, only to find him not only still asleep but sucking his thumb as well. She smiled and replaced his thumb with his pacifier which he whined about his thumb and started to stir but quickly gave back into slumber as soon as he was suckling again. "Michael Rhien?" A nurse called out and Cheryl quickly kissed the forehead of her little before standing up and following the nurse. "In here please. Dr. Faulner will be with you in just a moment or two. She has to finish some paperwork for her last patient." The nurse said before leaving. Cheryl set Mikey down on the bed, still in his carrier to check on him again. 'Good. Still asleep. I hope he doesn't wake up. I don't want to worry him. And I hope nothing is too serious.' Cheryl worried. A few minutes passed and the door opened. "Hello Miss Rhien. Sorry to call you back like this. But I wanted to show you some things that I found on his x-rays." The doctor pulled up a chair to one of the computers in the room and pulled up Mikey's file, then a few x-rays. She pointed to a series of dots on on his spine, and hips. "What are they?" Cheryl asked. "These are drill marks, surgical ones. And it looks like they've mostly healed but the problem is, no doctor performs this, especially in the spine of a little." Dr. Faulner spoke, and it was just as hard to understand for the doctor, as it was for Cheryl. "What does it mean though? Could it have anything to do with the flashbacks he has been having?" The mother asked starting to get more concerned. "I've been told to report these kinds of marks to the authorities from my superiors and fellow doctors, which I have and so far, this little is the first one reported alive. So we wouldn't know of anything done to him. It has something to do with certain littles producing some type of bone marrow, that can have regenerative properties and is why they stay so little, but these other littles produce more than normal, hence why he looks so young compared to others." Dr faulner stated. She was glad especially after hearing reports and seeing the x-rays herself of other little's, that she finally found one alive and determined to keep him alive and healthy. "Also on his arms and legs, it showed a lot of signs of them being broken, and healed back into place perfectly more than a few times. Which was found on a couple of other littles but not all, which raises questions." She said to Cheryl, who was baffled. She couldn't, wrap her head around this all. Who would want to do such a thing so horrible to someone that is so helpess. "On a good hand, Mikey can now eat solid food again. It seems like he has gotten used to eating again." Dr. Faulner finished. 'Now what am I going to do? All of this makes no sense. Why would anyone want to hurt littles?' Cheryl went into a state of shock hearing all of this. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up, it was Dr. Faulner. "Hey, listen. I'm felt the same way when I first heard of this. It started to be rumors, and then it didn't. Just be glad you found him, and he doesn't seem to remember, or else he would have said something earlier. And if you both need help, here is my personal number. Just leave a message if I don't answer." The doctor said to help calm down Cheryl. "Thank you." The Amazonian mother replied, thankful for what Dr. Faulner was doing for her. A slight whine came from the carrier, signaling Mikey was waking up and Cheryl smiled. "He might be a bit grumpy being here. Especially if he is still buckled in." She chuckled, moving over to Mikey. Sadly she had to tell him, but not right now. It was too soon. Cheryl unbuckled the little and lifted him from the carrier, and held him to her side. "Good morning Bubba." She cooed as the little rubbed his eyes. He huffed and puffed as he tried taking in his surroundings. "Oh he is too adorable." Dr. Faulner spoke and scared Mikey, who was still trying to wake up. ******************** I jumped when I heard someone else talking and clung onto Mommy. "Ohh. You are okay Bubba." She cooed at me. "So how has he been adjusting?" The other person in the room said. It sounded like... Dr. Faulner. "He is still getting used to it all. But he is afraid still. He has had his moments too and he is too adorable at times." Mommy was saying to Dr. Faulner. Mommy reached a hand in her purse and pulled out her phone. 'Wait she took pictures of me?' I turned around and tried to look too, but Dr. Faulner had the phone. "Oh he is so adorable." She smiled. Blushing as I turned my head to rest on Mommy's chest just under her neck, I realized I was wetting myself again. 'No! not now.' "Anyway, I'm going to need another x-ray before you guys leave and a full body MRI. I'll send a nurse to bring you guys to them, and once you are done, just come back to this room." Dr. Faulner instructed us. The physician stood and left the room, not before commenting on how cute I was, making me blush more. I felt Mommy's hand go from the top of my head and sliding down to the small of my back. I let out a sigh and wrapped my arms around her neck, putting my chin on the opposite shoulder. "Mommy, why are we here?" I asked as I felt a small squeeze on the very bottom of my diaper, which I wasn't used to this method of checking, and I whined at her just as we stood up. "Doctor Faulner wanted to make sure you're ok." She told me as she set me down on the hospital bed after unzipping my footie pajamas to change me. Half way though being changed, a nurse knocked on the door and came in. My legs were in the air and my bottom was being powdered, and I closed my legs at the sight of someone seeing me down there. "Miss Rhien, we are ready when you are." The man said. "Mikey. Come on now. Let Mommy finish." She said right and I started to slowly let my legs relax, but a quick slap across my cheek caused me to stop immediately, which I was blushing nonetheless knowing my rear was on display. I still wasn't used to any of this. Once I was rediapered and redressed, I was back up in her arms again. We left the room and all of our stuff behind and I was getting nervous. After a bit we entered a large room with a few machines and a large table. The nurse turned around and smiled. "Ohh. How cute." She cooed. I realized I was pressing myself into Mommy and sucking my thumb. I blushed again and tried to bury my face in her neck. "He is still a little shy. Come on Mikey, it's alright. Can you be a big boy for Mommy while the nurse takes a picture?" Mommy asked me. I nodded my head in response, knowing that I was getting an x-ray done. The nurse had set up the machine and Cheryl set me down onto the table, then a light turned on on the machine. I was given a lead jacket, I saw the two disappear. A few seconds later and I was done. "Good job! All done!" I heard the nurse coo as both Mommy and the nurse came over. I went right into Mommy's arms. "Now for doing so good, you can get a sticker or a piece of candy." The nurse said. I glanced up to Mommy to make sure I was okay. She smiled and I took a piece of candy. I was a little bit happier. After that we left for another room on the other end of the hospital. The hallways were cold and I tried to keep warm by wrapping my head around Mommy's neck. When I did, I realized she still had her purse with her. And in there I saw a pacifier. I stared at it until we entered another room that was still just as cold as before. "We need to change him into a hospital gown for this next part. We know already he doesn't have metal in his body which is helpful. Although, he needs to be sedated. We can't risk him moving. Unless he can sit still for a few hours." The nurse said that led us into a new room. I was horrified that I might need to be sedated. I really didn't want to. "I think he can be brave and go in awake. He isn't fully regressed yet but he has been discovering on his own that it isn't that scary to be a baby." Mommy said as she unzipped my footed sleeper. Soon I was changed into an uncomfortable alternative to my pajamas with my diaper still on somewhat luckily. Mommy was handed something by the nurse and then I felt my head being pulled towards Mommy's chest. While she held my head, saw out of the corner of my eye she had something in her hand getting closer to my head. I couldn't make out what it was and I freaked. "No! Stop!" I cried, swatting at her as she inserted something into my ear. The process repeated for the other ear. I went to go remove the items from my ears. But before I could, my arms were held down at my sides and out of just fear from the short incident, I started crying. "He has his tantrums regardless of regression or not." Mommy said to the nurse as I had my face pressed against Cheryl's boosum. ************************ Cheryl sighed as Mikey continued to cry. "Shhh. It's alright." She cooed as she rubbed the little's head. A moment later and he calmed down. "He is going to need to be sedated if he scares this easily." The nurse informed Cheryl. The nurse prepared a syringe with a liquid sedative for oral use and brought it over to Cheryl. "Now you have to take all of this." The Amazonian mother instructed seconds before giving Mikey the dosage. He made a sour face as she pressed the plunger to the syringe. The little hesitated before swallowing the sedative and she could tell how anxious he was. His breathing was a bit heavier and he tensed up. He was almost crying and it ate Cheryl up inside knowing he must have been scared. But it didn't matter for long because a few minutes later, was asleep. "Now follow me Miss Rhein." The nurse said and Cheryl followed. The nurse led Cheryl into the MRI scanning room and took Mikey from Cheryl. She hooked the asleep little up to some monitors and added some restraints so he wouldn't fidget in his sleep either, before leading the worried mother out of the room and into the viewing room. Several hours later and the machine was done. A brief change in clothes back to Mikey's pajamas and a trip to grab the stuff the family came with, Cheryl was filling out paperwork to see Dr. Faulner the next time Cheryl had off. *********************** I slowly woke up and found myself strapped down. I thought at first I was having a flashback and tried to wake up. But I started to realize, that that wasn't going to work anyway since I was safe and awake. I figured out I was in my carrier with Mr. Turtle and my blankey, but who was carrying me? "That's horrible! I can't believe that's how they found him." I heard. It was Cheryl for sure. I relaxed a bit knowing who was carrying me. I had Mr. Turtle with me and my blankey covering me. I wrapped my arms around Mr. Turtle and subconsciously slid my thumb into my mouth as we got outside. "Listen Dad, I need to call you back. I'm going to be driving... I love you too. Bye." She said as we stopped at a car. The backdoor opened and the carrier was lifted and set into the back of the car. "Hi buddy. It's time to go home." She smiled and it almost seemed like she was inspecting me. Just then, she picked my pacifier from her purse and replaced my thumb with it. "That's better." She cooed just before going to put everything else away in the car. With that, she shut my door, got in herself and started the drive home. --ONE-WEEK-LATER-- About a week after having a few minor flashbacks, that managed to plague the two. These flashbacks were almost a nightly reminder of why he shouldn't always trust Amazonians either, although he still trusted his Mommy for most things. And because she was the only one he trusted, their bond became stronger. Dr. Faulner also had given Mikey the clear as to medical reasons, which was a great relief to all three. With the news of the man that attacked the family and almost got away with kidnapping Mikey at Frank and Marge's house, they were somewhat relieved that he was found dead. But at the same time, everyone was worried still. ************************* Cheryl entered Mikey's nursery to find him still asleep, the covers only partially covering one of his legs as he slept on top of his pillow, face down, with his head hanging off the top. He was dressed in a soft blue onesie with white stars dotted across it. The garment wasn't close to hiding his night diaper bulge stand out. Cheryl smiled and slid a hand under her son and lifted him into her arms to carry him downstairs. He slowly woke up as the two entered the kitchen. Since Mikey was able to eat solids again, he usually ate oatmeal still for breakfast, along with some apple slices on the side, which the little tyke happily enjoyed. The Amazonian mother flipped a light on in the kitchen and illuminated the room. "Mommy, I don't wanna go." The little whined as he rubbed the sleepers out of his eyes. "I know sweetie. But Grandma and Grandpa are away, and so are Miss Mary and Miss Alecia." Cheryl responded, patting the little's back before sitting him down in his high chair. She went to start the oatmeal for him, adding reasons into it and some cinnamon into the mix. She did the same for herself. Once she heated the two bowls up, Cheryl set one of the oatmeals in front of Mikey and the other at her seat. "Mommy knows you are scared. But you have to be a brave boy today." She said to Mikey as she tied a big around the little's neck. For the next ten minutes the two ate in silence, Cheryl feeding Mikey every other bite of her own. Once finished eating and cleaning up and the Little's face, she lifted her son into her arms. "Can't I stay with the doctor? Please Mommy?" He asked, pleading for anything else. She rolled her eyes when he wasn't looking. "Alright. I'll call. But she may be busy." Cheryl responded as she sat down on the couch. ******************** As soon as Mommy sat down, she began to cradle me. Once her shirt waa unbuttoned and her bra undone, I had latched on and began nursing. Suddenly, Mommy had started fidgeting and I saw her on her phone. "Hey. Dr. Faulner. It's Cheryl Rhien. I was wondering if you could watch Mikey... Okay. Thanks. I'll text you the address. Thank you so much. Bye." And with a tap on her phone screen, she hung up. She set her phone down and brushed my hair with her free hand as I finished nursing from the one breast. "She is going to be picking you up, but you still have to go sweetie." She spoke firmly, letting me know she was laying down the law, but I could tell she knew I was going to be upset. Once I was done nursing, Mommy took me upstairs to get changed into one of my day diapers, and picked out a striped t-shirt and shortalls for me. The shortalls had a pocket on the front that said, MOMMY'S BABY BOY, on it. I was used to all the clothing nowadays, including wet diapers. However, I was not fond at all to messy diapers and I cried still over those still. "Mommy, I don't wanna go still." I whined. She pulled out my pacifier and clipped it to my onesie, before sliding the silicone nipple into my mouth. "I know. But you need to go. Babies cant be by themselves can they now?" She responded, lifting me into her arms again. I knew she didn't want an answer and I just accepted that with a slight blush. I let out a quiet whimper to signify my answer and she patted my back as we went into her room. Mommy sat me down on the bed and started to get changed for work. These were some of the few moments I got to see her stunning body. Even though I knew I had zero chance, I was in a diaper, she viewed me as nothing more than a toddler and was about five feet taller than me, I always enjoyed these moments. Snapping out of it for a second, I still hated the thought of going. I crawled across the bed and over to the edge and was about to slide off the bed when I was lifted into the air unexpectedly. I tried to squirm at first, until I was turned around to see a not-so-happy Mommy. "If you are doing what I think you're doing, I will call her back and tell her not to get you." She studied me for a few seconds. "Now come on. Let's go." She said and held me on her side as we left the room to go downstairs. ******************** She knew he was going to hide. He had guilt all over his face. Cheryl knew he was afraid to go to daycare. He was shy and more afraid of others he didn't know. And she didn't want him to be afraid. Once downstairs, Cheryl buckled Mikey into his carrier and made sure to leave his toys at home in case they got mixed up at the place and he never got them back. Once everyone was ready, the door was locked and the two got into the car. The car ride was silent with the exception of hearing sounds of the toys on the carseat being played with a little bit at a time. Once at the daycare center, Cheryl got out of the car, and went around to get Mikey out too. He had fallen asleep towards the end of the car ride and he looked so cute that way. She lifted him out of the carseat and into her arms, and began to carry him inside. Approaching the front desk, the little began to to wake up with slight whine. As Cheryl bent over to sign in, she felt arms and legs wrapping around her and she smiled, but knew he was afraid to be here. "Welcome Miss... Rhien. I need you to fill this form out of any allergies an any other information." The receptionist stated and Cheryl went right to work. "I have one concern, he is going to be picked up by a friend today. Her name is Kayle Faulner." The Mother said. "That will be quite alright. Mikey will be in room eight, just down this hallway." The receptionist replied. Mikey tightened his grip around Cheryl's neck and she knew he was afraid. "It's okay. You have to be brave for Mommy today." She cooed at her son. He responded by shaking his head to say no. Once they entered the room, it was filled with Amazonian children and Littles that were regressed to that age. "Hello! You must be Miss Rhien and Little Mikey. I'm Miss Brenda and over there is my helper, Miss Caren. Don't worry, We'll take good care of him." The aid said. "Mommy loves you sweetie. Now be good." She cooed prying Mikey off of herself. As she was doing this, Mikey started crying. It was breaking her heart to have to do this to him, but she knew she had to, even if it made her feel guilty about leaving him at a daycare where she knew he was going to be scared. Once he was handed to Miss Brenda, the little became almost frantic, trying to get back to her. "Bye honey." Cheryl cooed again as Mikey continued to cry "Mommy!" at the top of his lungs. This wasn't easy for either of them. Cheryl was crying silently as she left the building. The only thing she knew, was he was going to be safe, and that she'd see him when she got home. Once in her car, she texted Dr. Faulner the address of her house and the daycare center, and the password for the garage door and then the Amazonian mother left for work. *********************** "Mommy!" I continued to cry even after I saw her disappear. The aid holding me turned me around and pressed me to her body, holding my head still while over her shoulder and pinning my body to her. I tried to reach out with one of my arms but she wasn't there anymore. We started moving and all I could do is cry. "Oh my. It's alright. I think you need some time alone to cool off before you can play with the others." Miss Brenda said as we walked through the room. I started struggling now, hoping to break free. Mommy left and now I was stuck here. Suddenly we stopped, my struggles continued and I saw a pacifier come into view and be forced into my mouth by Miss Caren, and she tied it around to the back of my head. I tried to take it off with no success. "Its alright. Just relax. Just relax." Miss Brenda cooed. I felt a few soft pats on my bottom, then the hand sliding up and down my back before repeating the process again. I had started to calm down some but not enough for them. I had to force myself to calm down so I could breathe, I was thinking of Mommy, and how no matter what she was always there for me. "Once you calm down, Miss Brenda will unstrap the binky for you." She announced to me. I watched the others staring at me before they went back to playing. It was strange. The more this happened the worse I felt. Someone else started crying and the other aid went over to help her out and once she was being taken care of, I felt a bit better about my situation. Another five minutes pass and I'm now down to pouting and sniffling in Miss Brenda's arms. "Alright I think you are all better now." She spoke and undid the strap on the pacifier. Walking over to the group of children, she started to tickle me. "No! Stop!" I giggled at her as I was tickled. "There you go! All giggly and ready to play with the others." The aid cooed at me, setting me down in the middle of the group of Amazonian children and Littles. I slowly looked around. No one hardly noticed. I felt something brush up against my back and when I turned around, I saw one of the other kids crawling past me. Suddenly one of the kids started crying and I became worried, until the smell hit me. One of the two aids picked up the child and carried her off to the changing table. The front of my diaper started to feel a bit warmer and I whimpered, watching everyone else play. Subconsciously, my thumb found it's way into my mouth and that's when the door opened. My face brightened up and I lowered my hand from my face to see if it was Mommy. Only disappoint came when I saw an Amazonian man enter with a janitorial uniform on. A loud scream came from one of the other kids and when I looked, I got hit and knocked out. I couldn't move again. I was facing the ceiling, moving down a hallway. Everything I was trying to see was so hazy but I could still tell what was going on. "Don't worry Franscesco. Just go back to sleep." The Amazonian woman said just before I blacked out. I started coming to again and I heard a motor hum and a dog barking off in the distance. "I have him. I'll be taking him to the drop off point ma'am." It was the woman from before in the hallway. "Make sure he stays safe. I just wish you could have saved more." A woman said from the phone. That voice from the phone sounded familiar. She hung up her phone which is when I realized that I could move my arms. I had a mask over my nose and mouth. I felt so sleepy again. I tried to pull the mask off as we came to a stop which was when the Amazonian woman turned around. "Hey, keep that on Franscesco! It's just oxygen. Now just go to sleep. Everything will be oka-" just before she finished, a van had slammed into the car. When I came to from the crash, I noticed the Amazonian woman was taking the mask off of me and undoing my restraints. "Run!" She said and I did just that. I ran into nearby wooded area and heard a few loud pops and I knew what happened. I kept running until I found a small neighborhood. Going over to one of the houses, I hid in the crawlspace underneath the front porch and fell asleep, exhausted from running. When I came back to reality I found myself with the pacifier from earlier, swaddled, and wet. One of the aids were talking on the phone just as the door opened. The aid hung up the phone and walked out of my sight. "Hi, I'm here to pick up Michael Rhien." The voice said. 'It-it was her! The lady on the phone form my flashback!' Coming into view I saw Miss Brenda and Dr. Faulner. 'Why did it have to be her?' I thought. I began to shake in fear of what was going to happen next. "Come on Mikey, let's go see if we can visit Mommy." She cooed, picking me up to release me from the swaddled prison and removi g the pacifier from my mouth and the strap from my head. I was worried what was she going to do to me now. Dr. Faulner held me tightly and headed towards the door. "Say bye-bye to everyone Mikey." She said and I didn't respond. I was too terrified to do anything as she walked to the front desk and signed some paperwork and out the door we went. "I know your scared. It was a shame what happened too." She said, only loud enough for only us to hear. We made it to her SUV and she opened the back lying me down in it. "I'm not going to hurt you Mikey. No one is going to let what Sylvia did to you, happen to you again." She said. Her telling me this just wasn't clicking at all, and my first thought as soon as she took her hands off of me, was to run. The moment she took her hands off of me, I tried to get up from whatever I was laying on and she pushed me back down quickly. "Where are you going? Just stay still and I'll be done quickly." She smiled. 'What did she mean? Is she going to knock me out again? I need to get away!' I thought and began to struggle to throw her hand off of me. "Mikey, calm down now. Mommy gave me permission to spank you." Dr. Faulner warned me and I stopped. I knew what it was like to be spanked and I didnt like it at all. I felt the snaps on my shortalls being undone and I flinched at every pop of the buttons. "There. Now stay still." She said as she undid the tapes of my diaper and removed it. She wiped down my privates and powdered me up again, sliding a new diaper under me. "There. Just a change. No need to be afraid of me." She said, taping up the diaper and buttoning up my shortalls. I couldn't look. I didn't want to. Dr. Faulner lifted me into the air and took me around to the side of the car and set me down into a carseat. I stood up in the carseat to try to avoid going anywhere. "I don't wanna be taken away from my Mommy!" I cried at her, trying my best to stay standing in the seat to avoid being buckled in. "One." She started. 'Ut oh. She is counting.' I thought. "Two. You better sit down." Dr. Faulner warned. I couldn't handle it. I started crying but I stayed standing anyway. "Two and a half." She said. "NOO! I want my Mommy!" I screamed as loudly as I could, crying. I was scared that I was going to be taken away again after being free in a way from the torture of before. "Three." She said and grabbed me out of the carseat and brought me back over to the back. She sat down and held me face down on her lap with my legs hanging off. "NOOO!" I screamed, feeling the first of many hard hits from the open palm of Dr. Faulner's hand. Unluckily for me, not even the padding of the diaper could soften the blows enough. I watched two Amazonian women pass by with their daughter who saw me and I blushed. It wasn't like you could tell anyway because if how red my face was already from crying as the spanking continued for what felt like an eternity. I stayed still for the punishment since I knew it would be worse for me if I didnt. When it was over, I was crying my eyes out when I was repositioned to be seated upright on her lap. "NO!" I continued to try to struggle myself off of her but she held me tighter the more I struggled. I fought her and she didn't budge. I pushed and pushed on her chest, trying to break free of her grip, but the more I did the more I came to realize, I couldn't. Unable to resist, I gave into my regressed self and instead of trying to push myself away, I began to do a sort of hug. I calmed down to a sniffle before we moved. The crying wore me out, so did all the struggling so when Dr. Faulner went to sit me in the carseat, I didn't resist. ******************* Cheryl was doing some paperwork at her office when her office phone rang. "Hello this is Miss Rhien speaking- Send them up please- Thank you." She said, hanging up the phone. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Come in." When the door opened it was Dr. Faulner and Mikey, who was asleep hanging over his babysitter's shoulder covered with his blanket. "Shhh. He just fell asleep and is not happy." Dr. Faulner whispered. "Why what happened?" The Amazonian mother asked. "Well when I got there, I found him swaddled, with a pacifier muzzle in a separate room from the rest. Then when I brought him to the car, he was afraid of me and I had to spank him." Dr. Faulner spoke. "Oh yes, I did get a phone call about him freaking out and not responding anything. So it sounds like he had another flashback." Cheryl said to her as she reached for her son. The doctor handed the Little over. "I'm starting to think he knows who I am somehow. I was on the phone with the person right before the Amazonian that saved him was attacked. But I'm not even sure if he was awake." Dr. Faulner informed Cheryl. The Amazonian mother looked down at her Little and used one of her hands to brush his hair, running her fingers through the soft short hair. "I guess I'll have to tell him. Megan, thanks for bringing him for the visit." Cheryl said as Mikey started to make a couple of moaning sounds, signifying he was getting up, and not too happy about it. "Mommy is right here sweetie." The Amazonian mother spoke softly. Mikey shifted around and Cheryl pat his back softly through the blanket as she held him. "I'll have to tell him when he wakes up. Thanks again Kayle for watching him." She whispered to Dr. Faulner. The two talked while they waited for Mikey to wake up who was grumpy upon being woken up to a knock on the door. "So Cheryl, I need you to go over something with... am I interrupting something?" Her boss Candis asked seeing Kayle, Cheryl and the not so happy Mikey. "No-no, you arent interrupting anything but Mikey's nap. Candis, Meet Dr. Kayle Faulner and Mikey, the Little I adopted. Say hi honey." Cheryl introduced the two as Mikey sat up to check his surroundings. Hearing his name being called by his Mommy, he looked up at her and once hearing that she was telling him to say hello, he turned his head around to see Candis standing in the doorway and he blushed a light pink and the Little whimpered as he set the side of his head to lay on Cheryl's shoulder, sliding his thumb in his mouth. "I know bubba. Sorry he is a little grumpy. He just woke up and he doesn't know where he is." Cheryl announced, making Mikey blush a little more. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go over the notes before the meeting. I know how much this means to you, but I'll come back in a few minutes." Candis stated before she left, closing the door behind her. The Amazonian mother lifted the Little from her arms and sat him on the edge of her desk. "Now Mikey. Kayle isn't going to hurt you or take you away okay? I know she works for an organization, but she was trying to save your life. Mommy trusts her to keep you safe. Now I expect you to behave for Kayle while Mommy is at work. Okay?" Cheryl said sternly as she spoke to her son. Mikey nodded his head up and down as he continued to nurse his thumb. "Good. Now give Mommy a kiss goodbye." She smiled and Mikey took his thumb out of his mouth and leaned forward to give his mother a kiss on the cheek and Cheryl returned the favor and kissed his forehead, giving him a hug before handing him over to Kayle. "We'll see you when you are done." Kayle said and left, with Mikey in haul. (To avoid confusion, Kayle is Dr. Faulner. I feel like it is hard to understand the transition. I just didn't want to write "Dr. Faulner" every time since my phone keeps trying to make it Faulkner.) Mikey wasn't too pleased about having to leave but this time he was going a bit more willingly. The cooing of some of the staff was enough to keep the Little blushing as he pouted sticking out his lower lip. Kayle held him on her hip so she could easily carry the bag and his blanket. The Little was still shy around Amazonians he didn't know as "safe." Through the trip he was relatively calm with only slight whines about being aww-ed by these women. Kayle entered the elevator with the Little, still on her hip, a few other Amazonian women entered and saw him trying trying to hide his face. "Ohh. He is so cute. Is he yours?" The person standing in front of the two in the elevator asked. "No. His Mommy works here, we were just vis-" Being cut off by the woman as she bent over to meet Mikey's level, almost ignoring her. "Hi there little guy. You visiting Mommy?" As this Amazonian was talking to her charge, Kayle feels something grab her bra that makes her blush. She clearly didn't understand that she was being rude. Looking down it was Mikey who didn't appear to be doing it on purpose. His arm was covering most of his face, trying to hide from the stranger. She thought he was adorable as well but right now was not the time. Kayle set the bag down and threw part of the blanket over her shoulder to use as a pillow and she picked the bag back up and hung it on her shoulder before sliding a pacifier into Mikey's mouth, then repositioning him to be resting his head on her shoulder. The tyke happily got comfortable now not having to face the person scaring him, and the change of position did stop her from the cooing for the most part. "I'm sure his mother will be proud of him when he grows up." The woman said before the elevator stopped and left. Once the two got to the car, Kayle buckled Mikey into his seat. What the Amazonian woman said in the elevator made Kayle think. Inspecting him, she did notice that he didn't seem much like a Little. More like an Amazonian child more than anything, but at the same time, he was still the size of a smaller little. Mikey made a sour look on his face, telling her that he hated being in a carseat. She tickled him a bit, just lightly grabbing his belly and he curled his legs up giggling. ***************** "There's a smile!" My sitter cooed at me. She closed the door and I watched her walk around the back of the car, until she was out of view from the side of the carseat blocking my vision. The driver's door opened then closed, and not long after the engine roared to life. Sometime later we arrived at our destination. Only problem was, I wasn't able to tell where we were. I started to get worried, but Mommy said I would be safe with her, but I wasn't sure to expect. When my door opened and I saw Kayle reaching to unbuckle me, I looked around her as best as I could to see where we were and I was only able to see once I was out of the car. "Come on. Let's go get you inside." She whispered playfully to me. We were home. Once inside, Kayle set me down on my play mat and went over to pull something from the corner. I knew what it was, it was a stroller. I never saw that stroller before but I never paid any attention to that spot in the room. "Now stay here and play while I get everything ready." She instructed. Without even waiting for an answer, she left to go upstairs. I normally didn't play with my toys unless someone was encouraging me to play with them. A few short minutes pass and Kayle didn't return, so I decided to go climb onto the couch to try to see if the Tv remote was up there. Mommy usually let me watch Tv for a bit but I never got the remote before. Part way on my climb up, I felt something jab my side's and grab my belly and I started to scream until I felt the familiar sensation of being tickled. It started as a scream turned into a giggle, then laughter. "I'm the tickle monster! Muhahahaha!" My sitter playfully teased, stopping to lift me off of the ground "Come on Mikey. Let's go." I was still a bit giggly after she stopped tickling me but I realized I had wet myself badly. 'Go where? Where are we going?' My thoughts thought just before we went over to the stroller which she grabbed and pulled behind us out the door. Once outside I was strapped into the carseat again, but this time she gave me Mr. Turtle, who I happily hugged and nuzzled. The car ride was a bit playful from the catchy kid music that was playing, which almost got stuck in my head. Once we arrived at our destination I could hardly tell we were at the park. The back opened and I saw Kayle wrestling the stroller out of the back and close the car. After she fiddled with it for a minute, she moved over to my door and opened it. "Come on. Let's go for a walk." She announced what we were doing, although to anyone it was obvious. I had wet myself a couple of times since I was changed last and I knew that I was going to need a change soon. ********************* Kayle unbuckled Mikey from his carseat and he held onto his blanket from and seated him in the forward facing stroller. She strapped him, pulling the sun visor into position, closing and locking the car then headed into the park. ALRIGHTY THEN! All caught up. For the most part. Next post will be tonight and enjoy an Unlucky Day, Turned Lucky. Kayle was pushing the stroller through the paths in the park, all the way up to a kiddy playground. She scanned the park and tried to figure out if anyone was observing them before, pulling over to a bench and put the breaks on the stroller and sat down at the bench to change Mikey. When she looked up to see him, the Little was blushing, with his lower lip out. "What's the matter? Hu?" She asked realizing his overalls were damp as she picked him up and she sighed . "Ohhhh I see. Well let's get you changed buddy." She announced and Mikey looked around seeing people walking by and a few in the playground. *************** There were tons of people here at the park. There was no way she was going to change me here! But Kayle had other plans. I didn't care that I had leaked until now when my sitter was undressing me. I threw my hands over my crotch. "Hands at your sides. And don't try to test me." She said authoritatively. I looked over at all the people in the park and began to cry. Suddenly I felt myself being lifted by my wrists into the air and my shortalls being undone the rest of the way, leaving my diaper fully exposed. "NO!" I screamed as the tapes came undone on my soaked diaper and I was pulled against my sitter's lap for the second time today. Kayle used a wipe with her free arm to clean my bottom enough before she started. The first hit came with a loud clap against my exposed cheeks and I instantly felt the sting. I was blushing a dark red already when the waterworks started, and I was powerless to do anything. I was picked up off of her lap, still screaming and crying when I realized she hadn't spanked me for long and I heard Kayle talking. "Now sit still or I can have Mommy spank you when she gets done work." I nodded in agreement and she smiled, wiping my face off from the tears. Once she set me down on the bench and began undoing my diaper, I covered my face with my arm and turned my head to face the bench. I didnt want to know if anyone was watching. The cool air rushed to my privates and I still didn't want to get changed here. I used my free hand to start sucking my thumb as a way of calming myself down, which it did but also seemed to cement in that I was nothing more than a baby to the world now. I pondered over the feeling before being being cradled in the arms of my sitter. I tried to look away but she would turn my body to face her, trying to hold my head to be resting on her boosum and my hip and legs resting on her thigh. I fought her and fought her, attempting to avoid her embrace that I did not want yet the need for it was stronger. I quickly gave in to my sitter. ********************** Kayle felt his struggles were over for now when he stopped pushing on her. When he stopped crying, he had his head resting on the top of her breast pouting. Her phone started to ring and Mikey turned his head down. It was Cheryl calling. "Hello?" Kayle asked. "Hey, it's Cheryl. Where are you guys at? I was told at the meeting we were starting a new 'At home' program." "That's wonderful! We are at the park. I was taking him out for fresh air." Kayle said as she reached into his diaper bag for a bottle after propping the phone up with her shoulder. "Great. I'll be over in a few minutes. Bye!" Cheryl said hanging up. Kayle put her phone down and refocused on the Little in her arms. Mikey was tilting his head down to avoid eye contact with his sitter as he nursed the bottle. He was upset, but he will feel better after this and a nap. His face was still red from the embarrassment of being spanked in public and the way he has been acting. "Oh. It's alright Mikey." Kayle tried to console him. She noticed a slight problem with the way he was nursing. He wasn't getting any milk anymore and the bottle was being sucked in. Kayle took her index finger and went to go relieve some of the pressure. ******************** I was sucking on my bottle, trying to get some milk out of it, but I was hardly getting anything anymore. I continued to suckle until I suddenly felt something push my cheek open and I jumped from the unexpected finger now opening my mouth. Seeing it was Kayle's hand I swatted at it. "Oh, sorry Mikey." She apologized but right after her attention turned to something else. I thought nothing of it but refused to drink the rest of the bottle simply because I was cranky. The sun was starting to get into my eyes so I closed them and only moments after realized I was being handed over. I opened my eyes just as my chin was pressed into the person's shoulder. "He's been so fussy all day." Kayle announced to the person. "Yeah he probably just missed his Mommy is all. But he did ask for you so I guess he changed his mind." I was just about to start to kick and scream for someone to help me, thinking I was being kidnapped. But it was Mommy. I tightened my grip around her neck and held onto her tightly. I didn't want to let go. ****************** "I guess someone missed Mommy." Cheryl chuckled, patting his bottom. Mikey flinched a bit probably from another spanking. Cheryl also started wondering why he wasn't in his overalls from this morning as well. "What happened to his clothes?" The Amazonian mother asked. "His diaper leaked and I had to change his clothes plus his diaper. He wasn't too happy about it." Kayle mentioned. Cheryl suddenly felt the Little relax in her arms and she knew he was asleep. "Well, thank you again Kayle. We better get home. He is all tuckered out." She said. Kayle helped get everything that belonged to Mikey into Cheryl's car and headed home.
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  14. IN another thread, people were discussing 24/7. I have to say just how helpful it can be to so many people.
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  15. Hey all. I just thought I'd chime in with a bit of an update. The last time I posted, things weren't going well and I was sure that my marriage was over. The Reader's Digest version of our progress is that hubby has said he will seek help to deal with his underlying anger issues towards his bio-Dad. I'll consider it a step if he actually attends an appointment. We've addressed what his 24/7 transformation would look like and what I'm willing to do and what has to wait. I've found a way to incentivise things around the house to include 'little time' as a reward, and it's been working nicely. Thank you so much for all your feedback. It helped for him to hear others in the community advising me that I may need to leave. It shook something inside him I think. I'll update more in a while and see if things slide back or if we progress more.
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  16. Just to reassure... The story isn't abandoned, just had a lot of stuff to write recently but there is another update coming!
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  17. It has been a struggle at first being in diapers full time. But after a while it is more and more relaxing . Not having to worry about having to stop and worry about about issues. My wife changes me and takes care of the majority of my diaper issues. She does not mind it. I'm given a baby bottle with either milk or water during changes and then a pacifer.
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  18. I respect your opinion but maybe you should start your own thread on "The Cons of Wearing 24/7," as opposed to sabotaging my real life post . From everything I have read you have never worn diapers 24/7 so what makes you qualified to even give any advice on it? Your advice is all hypothetical and not based off of experience. Without further a do I will tell you how I feel about your hypothetical cons list. 1.) Disposable diapers do cost a lot of money and I make a lot of it. You cannot put a price for one to be happy so for me cost is irrelevant. 2.) I take Nullo pills everyday and my urine hardly smells after I take a diaper off I have worn for 12 hours. I can guarantee you that no one has ever smelled my wet diaper and never will unless they are changing me. 3.) A co-worker is never going to find out I wear diapers because of a wardrobe malfunction short of my clothes being ripped off me by a tornado. If my onesie failed I am backed up by my fixing pants. Before you even get to my diaper there is a pair of white PUL protective briefs. I cannot imagine a wardrobe failure that would ever expose my diaper. 4.) Changing in a locker room are you kidding me? Every gym has a bathroom with stalls and you can change privately there. Personally I could care less who sees in a gym. 5.) I have never been stopped and asked why I have a backpack when walking in somewhere to change my diaper. This includes malls, gas stations, restaurants, and stores. I change in public all the time and generally always have my bag. Sometimes I will even walk in the restroom just holding a plain white diaper in my hand. With all that said there are times that you are limited if you wear diapers 24/7. Work is a challenge if you do not want anyone to know. As you have said without experience of your own you learn to adapt and overcome those challenges.
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  19. I can't remember much before I was 4 or 5, but with my terrible bladder control I always wanted to be in diapers I daydreamed about it and in reality it should have happened but my Dad wouldn't hear of it So instead I got to suffer the social stigma of pantswetting which essentially ruined the rest of my life Bettypooh
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  20. What do you say to a non-abdl who interrupts an AB and their caretaker? "This is an AB conversation, so C your way out."
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