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  1. 2.) Her New Name "Being violent is no more you than crying remorse is, Alexander." He was still on the table, and smelled of pee, and I stood close as could be. He needed to know that he hadn't rattled me. "If only you would put as much energy into showing me who you are, instead of who you aren't. Doctorate at your age, private practice, financially secure and a bright future. Being someone so remarkable, I'd have thought you'd be proud of who you were." "You didn't like who I was," I said plainly. Why do they always do this? I want to get to know who you really are, they'd say! Everybody. Lawyers. Doctors. Friends. Of course I test the waters. I'm not exciting or anything. I just pick more exciting things to be. "You said you wouldn't take off the handcuffs. You didn't want me to feel like me." Ugh, she was so boring... "Well, Alexander, you can let your reputation define you, or your actions. That's quite up to you." In the end, we would be the ones defining him. But he was far too wound up in his self- absorbed crusade to realize something so obvious. "There is a system here. The system is immovable, indisputable. If you fail the system, you'll go to a real jail for the rest of your natural life. If you exist within the system, move with it, allow it to move you at times, you'll be out of here in 18-24 months and back to your boyfriend." The mention of Roger rattled me, but it didn't show. I was a professional. I could get in a state where nothing showed. Often, I was in that state perpetually. I opened my eyes and looked around for the woman. She was behind me, at the head of the bed. "Whatever you say." Boring, boring, boring. Maybe this Colette chick wasn't as interesting as I thought she was. Maybe playing with her wasn't worth it. Whatever... "Honestly, Alexander, I think you're smart enough to understand what our plans are for you, and to understand the concepts at play." And then, the exploit, the weakness. The catch under the skin that I could pull up with. "I think you'll agree that it’s for the best." "I am sure to concede that." Because if I didn't, I couldn't stay here, right? Follow the rules, or I could go to jail. Boys my size don't do well in jail. I closed my eyes and sighed. I guess I was done with Doctor Colette. Maybe there'd be somebody else I could entertain... "Project Calibeen is a treatment program designed to break down the bonds of attachment to a criminal's current persona, and to rebuild their psyche as a demographic far less likely to reoffend." He'd see more when I gave him the tour, he'd understand better. For now, he understood most, this: I unbuckled him from the bed. No orderly. Nobody to intervene. No restraints. And no fear from me at all. I rubbed my wrists and looked at the woman. First time I wasn't in some kind of cuffs for most of a week. It felt nice to be able to move my arms again. She led the way out of the room and I hesitated on the edge of it. She really didn't care? I stood up and shifted on my feet. The diaper I had on was cold and damp. Over it a hospital gown. Aside from the glasses on my nose, I was wearing nothing else. I didn't know why she didn't just cath me. "There are seven inmates at the moment. You will be rooming with Annie. As well, there is Ayla, Kinata, Charity, Lemon, Bree and Estar." He had a proper name listed on file, one that I'd had the privilege to select upon being assigned the boy’s case. He would be Velvet. I waited at the door for the boy to follow through into the common room, where five girls were sitting. Two of them were playing a board-game, another was reading and two more were sitting very close on the sofa, painting each others nails. Ayla and Annie were absent. They were dressed young. Like little girls. Not completely, but mostly. And they were all taller than me. No surprise. I mean, sometimes girls were smaller than me... but not that often. She took me over to introduce us and I realized. They weren't girls. They were guys. "...well that's interesting.” I grinned a little bit in a moment of pride and nodded to the boy. "I suspected you'd think so. An overwhelming amount of crimes are committed by an overwhelmingly small demographic. We transplant from one to the other, and turn out results that are generations ahead of traditional correctional facilities." There was a personal vested interest for me, of course — this project was significantly my baby. Though I hadn't been on the planning committee, I'd been a consultant from an early point. "...guys favor masculinity. Taking it away... making them childish girls. It's smart. Really..." I never thought about it, but it makes so much sense. Two of the girls were listening to us talk. If I wasn't in the hospital gown, they might even think I was a new doctor! "Of course, it won't work on me. I'm a 5'2 gay boy. I don't quite fit your demographic." Tragically, her plans had holes. Every plan did. "Not quite, no. But Kinata doesn't speak English at all — she was Triad — and we worked just fine on her. Admittedly, the program is limited in scope and budget, but success with you will certainly help make the case. Criminal behavior doesn't mind if you're gay, so our treatment methods need to be as open minded." One of the girls, Lemon, and the friend she was sitting with, Bree, were looking at the two of them, now, and Lemon piped up. "Your dress is weird." I looked down at the dress in question. My hospital gown. I nodded my head a little and smiled up at the boy. Girl. I'd have to pick a pronoun sooner or later. "Yes. Yes it is. Thank you for noticing." Oh, I liked this place! I liked this place a lot! Finally, something exciting! "You should wear a prettier one." Lemon nodded, not just dressed small, not just made to look that way — but precious the way that only a child could be. Blunt in that way that showed just how good the work we did here was. "Velvet will wear a pretty dress just like yours very soon, Lemon, darling. I think it's your turn though? Is Bree going to win?" "No! I'm gonna!" "Nope. I'm winning, I gots seven hotels!" Velvet? Was I missing something? Colette led me down to the wall with doors, into one of the rooms. There were two bunk beds, four beds in total, but only one girl. She sat on the bed on the left. I crossed my arms, looking the place over. It sure was designed for little girls, even if it was designed poorly. Or more likely, on a budget. "That's Annie. She'll be your roommate." "Hi Annie." I waved. She could have actually been a girl. But she wasn't. It wouldn't make sense for the program. "Hullo." Immediately, Annie was different to the others out there. She didn't just look like a small child girl, she spoke like one, too. Her voice was chipper, and excitable, and her vowels clipped in a way that only toddlers ever did. And as soon as she was done with the greeting, she grinned and stuck the tip of her thumb between her lips. "Annie, honey, no thumb thumb. It's a big girl day, remember?" "Yahuh... sowwy." "Annie is... special, among our patients. She was one of our first." "...hm..." They made a mistake. She'd been here a while. That much was obvious. They did something, and they weren't fixing it. Couldn't, maybe? They were such... amateurs. I walked into the room without prompting and picked the bed across from Annie's. We both had the bottom bunks. "May I have this bed, please?" “Uh huh." "Thank you very much." So I sat down. Ugh, cold diaper... I needed to shower. "Wha's your name?" "Annie, this is Velvet. She's gonna share your room, okay?" "Belbet!" "No, honey, Velvet. Vvvvv. Like the sound a vacuum makes. Remember?" "Vvvv!! Velvet!" Annie grinned, and I clapped my hands for her. Obviously, she was unique. Unique because Marlow had fucked her up. And Alexander wasn't too dumb to as not have noticed. "...wait, that's my name?” Okay, so Alexander was a stupid name. A boring name. But Velvet...? Fuck, it's like Colette went into a stupid name book and decided to make her own that knocked out the top five. "Yeah, I'm not going by Velvet. What about like, Ally. Nah, too close to my name, right? Gotta dissociate. Maybe Brooke? How homey..." "Your name was selected, vetted, tested against the criteria of the program," nothing remotely androgynous, "and approved by the Round Circle Committee. It wasn't simply a snap judgement." "Velvet is a cute name!" Annie was giddy, and she was bouncing on her mattress some, her thumb tip back between her lips. "Annie, please, grown-up day." This place was so radically disorganized. Like it would ever be a threat to me. "Yeah, I don't think so. Get me a different one in the next day or two, or I'll go by Brooke." My first stance against Colette. She needed to know, despite my enjoying all this, I wasn't going to cooperate so easily. And unfortunately, I wasn't the type of person her methods could manipulate. Dresses were actually pretty cool sometimes! "Interesting that you're so easily rattled by a name, I would have thought you'd be far more secure in yourself than that, Velvet. It's just a name, and Brooke doesn't meet the criteria set out for naming convention by the board. You're going to be Velvet, and I suggest you get used to it because it'll be your legal name when we're done here." I'd given him an explanation, which was more than I usually gave. I hoped he'd see the fact that I respected him. Legal name? I frowned. "You can't change my name." "No, I can give you a name." "I have a name..." I didn't understand. I just watched her in the door, smiling. What the hell was she talking about. She didn't have any power like that... that was against the law... "You should understand where your strengths are, Velvet. Psychologically brilliant, but law isn't one of them. What we are doing is sanctioned and supported under the current party policy. A prisoner costs more per year than college, and is 72% likely to reoffend. Our program costs the same, but has a zero reoffender rate to date. This program is the future, and I promise you that we have full support. Your legal name will be Velvet Duke, when you graduate the program. Is it worth fighting over?" "I'm not responding to it," I said flatly. She was kidding. She couldn't just... ugh. What a bitch. Such a nice place, but the staff needed work. And if Colette was the one that made Annie like this? She was more pathetic than I thought. I had no time to associate with such hopeless doctors. "Well, Velvet, give it time. We'll see how the pieces fall, won't we?" His name would be Velvet. Velvet to the staff, Velvet to the other inmates. Velvet would be a name that would overwhelm him, and nobody lasted all that long. She didn't have to justify why she knew it would work, just that it would. It always did.
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  2. The morning after the night before... Nick wakes up in his crib and comes to terms with his submissive position whilst George and Kirsty discover than sometimes even the most unplanned things can just happen... And that, for one of them at least, there are some uncomfortable consequences. --- This story, like all my story updates, has been available on Patreon for one week, I post an update every four days and everything remains Patreon only for one week. For $5 a month you can get access to all my public stories. For $10 you also get access to exclusive Patreon only stories. There are other tiers and rewards available all of which can be found on my Patreon page. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A huge thank you to everyone who supports me on Patreon: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Sith, Daniel, Dillon W, Ak, M, Sophie S, Earnest B, Jack O, Joshua M, Neshon C, Txdiapered, Kin, P74_1986, Chris, Dre, Mike H, Kei, Dorian G, C Dom, Persi S, Ceneroz, Rob, Kyle L, Darrel, Jack C, S Millard, Cheryl C, Carlota C, Ron M, Tsidt, Britnee L, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, J Land, Tim F, Chris B, WillNotWill, Jerry J, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, John D, Tomy, Infouneed2know, Daniel W, LuvsSissy, Guilyn, Erik P, Bojack D, Shihouin10, Scott S, DiaperingDaddy, Miguel A, James B, A Random Patreon, Ben R, Lin J, Ben F, Kent J --- Nick woke up the next morning in the same way that he was used to. His eyes slowly opened to see the bars of his crib surrounding him and he had grabbed his blanket in the night to hug close to him. One of the things Nick missed since losing his adulthood was sleeping in the same bed as his wife, this crib was a far cry for the marital bed that he had been used to. Nick adjusted and sat up slowly as he woke up with a yawn. As he moved he felt the familiar presence of his nappy separating his thighs. He already knew he was wet but Nick reached down and prodded his padding anyway. The spongy feeling was familiar, even in the new nappies. With a yawn Nick looked at the door to the nursery. It was still closed so Sarah was probably in bed. Nick had heard her come to bed a while after he had so he could be left lying there for a while for all he knew. Sarah hadn’t been lying about these new nappies. They were extremely thirsty and despite being certain he had wet plenty in the night Nick knew the padding was still very clearly capable of taking a lot more punishment. He had no idea if it was good that the nappy was more absorbent or not, less changes were probably good about potential humiliation but it would mean more time spent in wet padding. Nick rubbed his eyes and looked out of the window. The sun was rising but was still hanging low over the houses on the skyline. Without a clock it was impossible to know what time it was but he knew it was still early, without knowing when his wife was coming this could often be the most boring part of the day. Nick sighed and laid back down as he tried to relax and wait patiently. It didn’t feel good to be this reliant on another person but without Sarah he knew he would be a prisoner in his bed for the foreseeable future. As Nick waited he grew exceedingly bored. Time seemed to pass really slowly and after a few minutes of silence Nick started to wonder how much time he had. He looked at the door guiltily as if it would show a countdown of how much time he had. “There’d be no harm if I…” Nick muttered to himself. He trailed off as he listened to the house in case there was a creak of a floorboard or a thud of a footstep. Silence. Nick reached down with his hands and gently massaged the front of his wet padding. The sound of crinkling plastic filled the room. Nick tried to pleasure himself stealthily but the plastic echoed around the room, he hoped that the noise wasn’t carrying down the landing. “Come on…” Nick whispered to himself as he tried to rub his erogenous zone through the thick padding. It was no good. After five minutes of desperately trying to get himself excited Nick gave up, the padding was too thick and Nick just couldn’t feel himself. It was extremely frustrating. He threw his arms to his side in frustration and closed his eyes. It was about an hour before Sarah opened the door to the nursery and walked in. She was in her bath robe as usual and looked very tired, she still found time to smile at her baby as she walked past and over to the changing table. Nick watched Sarah set up a new nappy for him with disinterest. One nappy was just like any other to Nick who barely noticed the difference between the thinner nappies and the thicker ones, they all made him waddle. “Ready for another big day?” Sarah asked her pampered husband. “A big day?” Nick replied with a frown. “I swear you would forget your head if it wasn’t screwed on.” Sarah giggled as she lowered the side of the crib and helped Nick climb out of his bed, “We are going to Kirsty’s. She wants to show us a few things.” “She wants to show you how not to take advantage of me.” Nick muttered darkly. “Careful.” Sarah gently chided her husband, “I’m sure you don’t want to go to Kirsty’s house with suppositories up your butt.” Nick swallowed and looked at his wife in shock. She had never threatened something like that before and it was not something Nick wanted to push about. He just happily followed Sarah to the changing table and then clambered up in his wet padding. Lying flat on his back Nick felt the nappy loosen as the tapes were removed. He relaxed as the front was lowered and he was wiped. The nappy was soaked and when Sarah pulled it away she clucked her tongue and shook her head, it was clear she was overreacting to try to make Nick feel bad but it wasn’t working. Nick was too busy worrying about going back to Kirsty’s house. Nick remembered the way he had left. The drama that ended up with him hitting George and storming away was still fresh in his mind and knowing that he was going to see them again definitely made him nervous. He felt bad for punching George but he also felt very hurt after what he felt was a betrayal from the sissy. “Right.” Sarah said. Nick quickly came back to reality, “All done. Let’s get some breakfast before we head off.” --- Kirsty stretched and let out a yawn as she slowly woke up. She felt the warm sunlight falling on to her face through the window, clearly she had forgotten to close the curtain the previous night. She could feel a very slight headache, she hadn’t had too much to drink the previous night but she certainly did have some. The meal had been nice but a little awkward at times. Kirsty’s own fault for what she had done in the past. She remembered the kiss and then the ride home. She remembered laughing and joking with George and then… “Good morning.” George said quietly with a yawn. Kirsty’s eyes shot open and she rolled over in bed to see George lying next to her. Suddenly the events of the previous night flooded back. George had turned to go to his nursery but Kirsty had stopped him and offered him a place in her bed. George had asked if she was sure and that she wasn’t making a drunken mistake, she responded that she knew what she was doing. The pair of them had laid down and Kirsty had started getting things heavier. Kirsty had pulled off George’s clothes as he kissed her passionately. The nappy was ripped off with the tapes still attached to the front, it was thrown to the foot of the bed. Kirsty remembered pulling a condom out of her bedside table and she remembered what happened next. “Hello.” Kirsty whispered in return. She wasn’t sure what to say or do, this was not a situation she thought would happen. “So… This is a little awkward, right?” George giggled as he spoke. “A little bit.” Kirsty smiled as she agreed, “But I don’t regret it.” “I’m glad.” George replied, “So what do we-” “Go to your nursery and wait for me on your changing table.” Kirsty cut George off and smiled. George smiled back at her warmly. Kirsty winked at George. “Yes, Mistress.” George smiled widely as he climbed out of the bed naked. He picked up last night’s nappy and folded it up. Kirsty sat up and got dressed. She found herself smiling and she couldn’t seem to stop. When Kirsty walked into her sissy’s nursery just a few minutes later she found George obediently lying down on the table. Both people were smiling and generally acting quite awkwardly around each other as Kirsty walked across the room and began to unfold a new nappy. “Last night was nice.” Kirsty said to George. She blushed as she spoke. “It was.” George agreed. “But we can’t let it be a regular thing.” Kirsty warned, “I’m your Mistress not your lover.” “Not regular… But occasional?” George asked with a little twinkle in his eye. “We’ll see.” Kirsty couldn’t get rid of the little smile that was lighting up her face. She was acting liking a hormonal teenager and it caused her some embarrassment. Kirsty lifted George’s legs and placed the new diaper underneath him. It was one of George’s special pink diapers. She pulled the front of the padding up between George’s legs before pausing. “I think we need to remind you of the power aspect.” Kirsty said thoughtfully. She lowered the front of the diaper and exposed the sissy again. George watched from the table as Kirsty opened a drawer and pulled out a few things. He gulped nervously at what he was seeing, he knew Nick and Sarah were coming over today and he was already nervous enough. “Your little clittie cage.” Kirsty said as she held out a small pink chastity device and holding it in the air. George gulped as the cock cage was placed on the still open nappy. He was even more dismayed to see that Kirsty wasn’t done. “And your hollow butt plug.” Kirsty held up a long piece of clear transparent plastic with a hole all the way through from top to bottom. George hadn’t used this plug much and it was a very new addition to Kirsty’s toy collection. He knew what it did though. The plug held open his anal sphincters and the hole meant that he would mess himself with much less control, indeed when he pushed down with his tummy muscles he knew there would be nothing he could do to stop from messing. “D-Do I have to wear those?” George asked nervously. His small effeminate voice betrayed his nervousness. “I think after last night I have to make sure you know who’s in charge.” Kirsty stated, “So yes, you do have to wear them.” George swallowed again as Kirsty started to affix the pink plastic chastity cage. Once it was all put together it barely fit George’s member inside, any swelling would cause the sissy great pain. He rarely felt as emasculated as when he couldn’t get hard or relieve himself sexually. It was as if Kirsty was taking control of his genitals. When Kirsty moved her hands away George could feel the plastic chastity cage weighing down his diaper area, he looked down to see his poor caged penis. He was nervous about what was coming next. Kirsty pulled out the lube and started liberally applying it to butt plug. George looked at the plug with trepidation. Even worse, he could feel himself becoming excited by the sight of it which caused his penis to expand against it’s prison and send pain through his body. “I can tell from the look on your face that you are looking forward to this.” Kirsty giggled as she saw the pained wincing from her sub. Kirsty placed the plug down and lifted George’s legs into the air just like she would for a diaper change. She instructed George to hook his knees with his arms and keep his legs in the air, he did as he was told immediately. George was breathing a little hard as he pulled his legs back as far as he could His legs blocked Kirsty and her toy so he couldn’t see when it was coming, he just tried to stay as relaxed as possible. “Tell me if you need me to stop, OK?” Kirsty said quietly. “Yes, Mistress.” George replied rather breathlessly. Kirsty could see George’s little brown hole right in front of her. She pointed the thin end of the plug towards the sensitive opening and slowly moved it closer. She knew the anticipation for when it was coming was driving George mad and she liked it. Slowly, Kirsty moved the plug closer and closer until it was resting on George’s ass. She could feel him whimper a little bit when he felt it’s touch, she loved his reactions. He was practically begging for it to be put in just to stop the anticipation. Kirsty pushed it forward slightly and the very tip entered the trembling sissy. Kirsty heard a moan of shock quickly give way to a moan of pleasure, she smiled as she slowly pushed it in further. “Just a little more.” Kirsty said as the plug passed the halfway point. George’s legs were twitching with every move. George was looking up and the ceiling and wincing from what his cage was doing to him. He could feel every centimetre of plug entering him until he finally felt the flared base pressing against his cheeks. George grunted slightly as he felt Kirsty’s hand leave the plug. “Now you are all ready for your nappy.” Kirsty said as she gently lowered George’s legs. George winced a little as his legs were returned to the table and he felt both the constricting cage and the plug shift uncomfortably. He felt almost like a machine with so many little toys poking and prodding him. He tried to forget about them as the front of his new pink nappy was lifted up and taped closed. It was impossible to forget since every step sent a reminder to George’s brain. Kirsty dressed George in a rather plain pink t-shirt and some blue denim overalls that were cut off at the knees. The straps ran up and over each of the sissy’s shoulders. It was a nice and comfortable outfit for lounging around the house. As George walked down the stairs after Kirsty he heard the doorbell ring and froze in his place. He nervously whimpered as Kirsty approached the door. “Relax.” Kirsty said, “It’s just Sarah and Nick.”
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  3. I've been a gay DL for quite a while. Tonight, I'm strapping on an ABU SPACE diaper. My first AB diaper!
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  4. everything I see about a sissy is about them being dominated by male and female. Not just being a pretty little girl.
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  5. Birch House Chapter 6 --- Becca --- I had a couple afternoon classes I’d have to get to, but I still had plenty of time to take care of my bestie’s laundry before I had to be there! I was literally bubbling over with excitement at the potential to help Annie. She’d carried me through so much in life by simply being my friend and being a several years older. I owed her more than I could ever repay. The chance to help her after she helped us get this house… Ah-maze-ing!!! Anyway, I was a little excited. Oh, I so fucking got this shit! She won’t have to do a damn thing!!! I’ll take care of everything for her. This won’t be a burden on her. I won’t let it! I was laser focused on my friend’s needs. I had been tingling with excitement to help her, until I looked up at her. Ann’s fingers were touching her lips. Wait, what? I felt my head cock to the side while I was figuring it out. I’d been doing that a lot lately. I was confused on several things all the sudden, but it took a bit of time to get my thoughts together. OH MY Fucking GAWD! Oh shit biscuits. I FUCKING KISSED ANN! I kissed someone else! Oh Trent. Oh shit I kissed a girl! I liked it. I giggled at that joke in my inner dialogue. I don’t fucking giggle, I kick ass! And… kiss girls? I was feeling protective of Ann, in the extreme. I itched to be closer to her, that seemed weird since I couldn’t get any closer to her without crawling into her clothes. Which, in itself, was a strange thought. I reached out straightening up. I pulled her hand away from her face pulling her into a new and tighter hug. Her top had a smell I noticed while I clung to her. She smelled of her shampoo, conditioner, and her body wash. I inhaled again picking up her deodorant and a touch of perfume she’d spritzed on her wrists. Behind all that, I could smell Ann. She had her own scent. The smell of her skin, her tears, a touch of sweat, and the light smell of urine. She smelled like a shower followed by a trip to the bathroom that was well cleaned up after, but sort of lingered. It probably would have upset her that I could still smell it, so I chose not to mention it. Wait. I could smell all that? The thought suddenly bubbled up all the way to the top of my thoughts. Strangely, none of the smells turned my nose. I couldn’t remember anything causing that reaction in a while. I realized right then that I’d been changing my perception of the world based on my sense of smell. Maybe I could always smell these things, but they weren’t distinct? Maybe I couldn’t smell them before, but can now? Why would I start seeing the world through my nose? I sniffed her again. I smelled her on purpose. I smelled someone! On purpose! I SMELLED someone! ON PURPOSE! WTF! I closed my eyes and let images of those smells drift through my mind. It was sort of like looking around and seeing different colors. All her different aromas formed a unique bouquet drawing an image of Ann in my mind. It’s like seeing her from a distance and recognizing her silhouette. It was a scent signature that I can still recognize and seperate. Along with Ann’s scent, I smelled something else, something new… something I couldn’t place. Does she smell… upset. Something else too, but I wouldn't identify that last scent for quite a while. I felt an instinct to make her feel better... to comfort her… to touch her. I could easily see myself running around acting retarded just to make her smile, and I think I wanted her to touch me too. The hug didn’t feel like enough. I wanted to… I don’t know. Suddenly, I felt like kissing her again. That’s new… I thought not focusing on it to much. I reached up and kissed her cheek with a loud goofy smacking noise. I made a dramatic popping sound pulling away from her face getting a familiar smile and giggle from Ann. Hidden in that silly kiss, I snuck a tiny lick of her face. I tasted the salt of her tears and it nearly made me furious. I wanted to run around and yell at everyone who’d hurt her, but there was nowhere to focus that energy. I shook my head venting my negative emotions and stepped around Ann smacking at her ass as I walked by. “Dude. Breakfast. Pancakes. Make me a couple. I’ll get your laundry started. Scoot.” I told her bounding up the stairs. I didn’t look back at her as I ran up her stairs, and I’m not sure why I didn’t. I was smiling knowing that while I was shaken up about the kiss, it had shaken her from her depression. For right then, at that moment, that was enough. I’d figure the rest out later, I promised myself. On a mission, I raced to her room stripping the mattress protector knowing it was dirty by the smell I caught entering her room. Maybe I should have noticed how much my senses of taste and smell had changed, but was focusing on Ann and that shoved it back to the back of my mind. Somehow it had just grown natural to me. Besides, I didn’t have a reason to be suspicious of myself. I was only starting to understand that things had changed. I could smell things before others could or when others couldn’t at all and it just hadn’t sunk in yet. Musing over those thoughts, I threw her sheets and mattress protector in a bundle by the bedroom door. Her clothes hamper was empty causing me to briefly imagine Ann sleeping naked. While I was pondering my tall friend’s underbits, I passed by her bathroom. I was drug from my daydream by the smell of Ann prominently wafting through the door. That made sense. It should smell of her in there, still I felt pulled by a specific scent. Standing over her trash can, I noticed the shopping bag and picked it up. It didn’t take a fucking rocket scientist to guess what was in the bag... Oh Ann. I’m so sorry babe. Dude, this has to fucking suck for you. I’ll fix it. I’ll fix it all. I resolved. Before I could head back downstairs, I was drawn back to her bed. I ended up with my nose buried in the mattress inhaling its smells. WTF am I doing? I couldn’t deny the strangeness of my behavior anymore and was glad no one could see me, but I learned a few things. For instance, It was a new mattress. It smelled of older accidents too. I Fabreezed the shit out of her bed before I left wanting her to lay down and smell spring flowers not her failure. Smiling at my good work, I snagged her dirty laundry and exited through the balcony entrance. I brought the load of laundry to the washer through the mud room feeling super clever. I figured it would be easier on Ann if she didn’t see me taking care of her wash. I guessed that was how Ann had been hiding this from me for so long, running it around outside straight to the washer. The new mattress meant it’d been going on a while, and she was way better at keeping her problems private than I was. It meant there was a ruined mattress somewhere in the world, which made me really sad for my friend. In the end, I headed back to breakfast damn near skipping happily from helping my Annie. --- Ann --- Becca had left for class after making my bed restoring my room to pre-accident status. She’d stuck to me like glue till she had to leave doing everything she could to make me laugh. Despite my growing depression, she’d lifted my spirits with her oddly bubbly presence. Not to mention that kiss. It was my first one. I’d never been kissed by anyone outside my family. So, I was understandably focused on that kiss. In fact, I’d never really had enough of a relationship to feel attracted to anyone on a purely physical level. Sure, I have needs to fulfill like any other red-blooded American Girl, but I’d never in any way had them met for me. I was a virgin in all the interpretations of the phrase. It had been hours since the kiss and a good bit of time since Becca had left, but the blush wouldn’t leave my face. It still wasn’t gone at two when I got Mom’s text. [Mom] Front door or your door baby? Mommy’s here! I was scared, but excited to see her at the same time. I had more than one thing going on that my Mommy could help me with. [Ann] My door. I jumped up from the couch in my bedroom racing for my balcony door. I rotated the deadbolt, unhooked the chain, and turned the doorknob. My heart rate was elevated from Becca’s efforts and the rush to the door, but suddenly I couldn’t pull the door open. My mom was on the other side of that door. My hand hovered over the door knob shaking slightly. Mom would fix so much of this for me, but it was going to cost me. I wasn’t sure if I could afford the solutions. I wasn’t sure I could handle it. The answers she was packing might weigh more than I could bare. Sighing I pulled myself together and threw the door open dawning a genuine smile. As I looked down at my Mom, my little tiny Mommy, my smile grew broader. “Oh Baby, it’s so good to see your smiling face. I was really worried about you.” Mom said. “Mom, I’m so glad you're here.” I hugged her to me tightly. “Can I come in?” She asked laughing at me. “Oh! Of course!” I laughed. “You have stuff in your car?” “Yeah, I have a couple bags, even one for you.” She told me smiling up at me. “I’ll get those. Is it unlocked?” I asked stepping around Mom. “Yes dear. In the backseat. Do I need to lock it out here?” She asked. “Not really, but I didn’t want to get down there and not be able to get in. I left my phone in my room.” I explained. “Thank you baby. Where do I put my stuff?” She asked. “You can wait in my room and we’ll talk about it when I get back. Bathroom’s at the end of the hall if you need it.” I said heading down the balcony stairs to Mom’s car. “I’m fine.” I heard her giggle turning to walk down the hall. I realized I already felt better simply knowing my mom was around. I hadn’t even made it down to her car and I was already feeling steadier. I loved my mom. She’s sort of a tiny force of nature My body and mind were responding to having her close. She calmed me, and Lord knows I needed some calm. I grabbed her leather traveling bags and set them up on the their tiny wheels on my gravel parking lot. I took a deep breath and reached in for the other bag that Mom had filled, presumably for me and my… issues. I grabbed the handles of the bag and tugged it out feeling like Superman handling kryptonite. I was of half a mind to look in the bag and half a mind to burn it! In the end, I scrambled upstairs tugging mom’s luggage and my… supplies behind me. I opted not to look in the bag. I was fairly sure I knew what was in it and just wanted to put off the reality of it a little while longer. I was, however, a bit surprised at the amount of Mom’s stuff. I mean she had two huge bags bouncing up the stairs behind me… two days? What the fudge is in here. I mean... two days!?! I puzzled lugging her stuff up the stairs. Mom looked over at me as I came into my bedroom. She’d found my couch and lighted there waiting on me. She was looking at her phone and writing an email on her tablet. I smiled at the familiar scene and turned taking her bags to the guest room. “Ok, your bags are on your bed Mom.” I told her plopping down next to her a couple minutes later. “Perfect, I’m just finishing up some work here then we can talk.” Mom said refocusing her attention. “I’m sorry Baby.” “It’s OK mom.” I chuckled totally accustomed to only having half her attention. I’d have her full focus soon enough. I crossed my ankles and turned sideways on my couch to face my mom, but I didn’t try to engage her yet. Like the bag, I was putting off the conversation and the final outcome that I knew was on the horizon, the outcome I’d called and asked for help with. I pulled out my phone and shot Becca a text. [Ann] Mom’s here. [Becca] AutoResponse: I’m in class. I’ll get back to you shortly. [Ann] Poop. [Becca] AutoResponse: I’m in class. I’ll get back to you shortly. Oh man, I wanted someone to talk to while Mom works. I mumbled to myself and pulled up google. [Google Search: adult nocturnal enuresis treatment] Then I changed the options to in the last year. I wanted to look over the internet and see what all had changed since the last time I was in diapers. I read for about twenty minutes waiting on Mom to finish up. I started with WebMD and after I diagnosed myself with pelvic cancer, I took the keywords and refined my search. In the end, there were new surgical options like enlarging my bladder, sticking electronics in there to tell my bladder when it could release, or stop all flow with manual releases. There were new drugs too, but the old ones hadn’t worked well for me. They had really aggravated my stomach, and surgery scared me to death. I mean sure my volume of nighttime accidents did measurably decline on the medicine, but is one cup of urine on my mattress really any different than two? It’s still a wet bed no matter how you slice it. “What are you frowning about Molls?” Mom asked me. “It’s Ann Mom.” I corrected her. “Molly died when her problems did.” I added on instinct. “Baby, I try. I really do. I just can’t call you that… it’s not what I named you, especially when it’s just us. You’d rather Doodlebug?” She prompted lifting her eyebrow challenging me. Mom was like that. I wouldn’t call it a manipulation, but she did get her way most of the time simply by force of will. I asked her once when I was a teenager about how she could change everyone’s opinions. Mom looked at me and said something simple. If you can’t defend your ideas, you’re probably wrong. So, if I don’t defend myself, it’s because I don’t believe in my idea or point of view. Remembering that conversation, I tried to use her tricks against her, “I would Mom. I’d rather you call me Doodlebug than Molly. I set that name aside when I set aside the diapers.” My confidence was high and my point of view solid. Mom stood up and grinning like a tiger smiling at a mouse in it’s paws. “Here Doodlebug. I got these for you. There are more on the way, should be here with UPS tomorrow, they will be best for you. These will do in a pinch though.” She told me handing me the bag I’d carried up from her car. My smile and my faith in my argument died a humiliating death as I received the bag of overnight diapers. All I could hear was “Checkmate” in my Mom’s voice rattling in my head. I took a deep breath and emptied the bag onto the coffee table. There were two packages of Depends Overnight briefs in the bag. I was familiar with these because I’d worn them years ago, and here they were again invading my life and stealing my dignity. “Oh God. I mean… I knew what I was asking for. I just… *sniffle* I can’t believe it’s come to this… again.” I released a great heaving wrack of a sob. “Oh Molls, come here. Mommy’s got this.” She told me motioning me to her end of the couch. I cried on her shoulder while she rubbed my back, and hummed. We sat like that for a while. My tears eventually dried up, but my mood didn’t improve. I couldn’t look at my successful powerhouse of a mother. Here I was, a twenty-four year old toddler who couldn’t keep her bed dry arguing that I should be called by my middle name to acknowledge the growth in my life... growth that no longer existed. “I think we have found a whole in your logic Molly.” Mom told me. It says a lot about my mental state that I didn’t even try to correct her. I’d been living as Ann for almost a decade! “Hmmm?” I asked softly. “You seem to be under the impression that the diapers make you a failure in some way.” Mom said lifting my chin. I closed my eyes, “It does. I can’t go back Mom it’s humiliating.” “Baby. Do you think I’m pretty?” She asked. “You know you are! Like a tiny doll Daddy always says.” I quoted him. “Do you think I’m smart?” She asked. “You know you are. You’re the smartest kindest person I know.” I told her. “Well, maybe but I think you are the kindest, and you’re far more beautiful than I am.” She laughed. “Do you think I’m successful? Do people think I’m intimidating?” “Mom! You know you are. You barely go into work and your staff is petrified of you even though you’ve never been anything but kind to them.” I told her tired of these semi-rhetorical questions. She sensed my growing impatience, “Ok, so I’m all the things you’d like to be, but in your own way right?” “Right.” She said answering her own question and then carried on, “Let me remind you of something you seem to have forgotten. It’s not like you’ve been home enough to remember though, I suppose.” Mom stood up and dropped her skirt. She dropped it straight to the floor standing there with her hands on her diapered hips. She wore a fluffy, huge, pink one that had a dainty filigree along the edges. My eyes slid over the protective garment noticing it was wet past half capacity. Those are Cute! I thought immediately followed quickly by. Mom needs a change. I can’t believe that was so easy to overlook. Maybe I didn’t forget. Maybe I just ignored it after not having to confront Mom’s condition in a while. “You know I have some of your clients.” I reminded her. “I know. They speak highly of you. I’m just glad we don’t offer competing services!” Mom giggled. “You know you terrify everyone. You’re confident, competent, and well spoken. You walk with the bearing of someone in charge… someone expecting to be followed. You never give anyone chance to think less of you. I guess I hadn’t thought about your diapers in a very, very long time. It’s not like you ran around the house showing them off or anything!” I can’t believe I was so self-absorbed that I forgot about Mommy!
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  6. Monday morning dawned with my wife standing over me. It was clear I was in a puddle. I was barely surprised. “That’s second and last strike, you know. If you do it again, you lose the bet.” She smiled. I yawned and stretched. “That’s OK, things are going better today, and I’ll be able to get to the bathroom as I need to. Tonight I’ll just pull an all nighter.” Getting up, I bundled the wet sheets and pajamas into a ball and brought it to the washer, starting the load. A quick shower and breakfast, and I was soon engrossed in work. Every 15 minutes, though, the alarm on my phone rang, and I would dutifully trek to the bathroom, shake off the uneasy feeling, and drain whatever I had. Lunch came and went, and soon it was dinner time. The interrupts kept my day from being very productive, but it was the only way I could possibly make it. “Good heavens, are you still trying to win?” My wife was in the door, doing her best Count Rugan impression from the Princess Bride. I had to laugh. “Want to go out for dinner? Pub?” It did sound good. It was not a good idea, though. “I don’t think I should. If I drink, I’ll lose, and if I don’t drink, Frank will annoy the hell out of me.” She laughed. Frank was the bartender, and as his regulars he felt the need to engage us in conversation. A standing joke was to tell Frank that he needed to shut up or bring us a beer. He’d usually bring us the beer and continue with whatever story he was telling. “We’ll grab a booth.” “No, I shouldn’t go” “I’ll go then. You can have leftovers.” “Well, that’s not fair.” “Come with me then. I really need a glass of wine, and we’re out of white.” “I don’t want another accident in public!” She switch to Black Knight from the The Holy Grail. “What are you going to do, pee on me?” My response was immediate. “I’m invincible!” “You’re looney.” She paused. “What if...” She paused again. “What if I let you wear a diaper, but it wouldn’t count against the bet. Well, the diaper wouldn’t but if you wet it it would. That way you can come with me, you can just have water or whatever, and if you do have an accident no one will know. Except me, of course.” That sounded like a horrible idea, really, but her mind was obviously made up about the pub. At least this way I wouldn’t risk a public accident. I sighed. She took it as acceptance and disappeared briefly, returning with a thin disposable that she handed to me. “Remember, if you wet it, you lose the bet. And you know I’ll check.” I put the diaper on, a onesie to cover it, and we headed to the pub. I only had water, and continued the 15 minute periodic pilgrimage to the to bathroom. Frank only bugged us slightly, especially after I told him that I wasn’t drinking because I had a bad case of whooping west nile virus, cough cough, and alcohol enhanced the transmission rates to ugly bartenders. He laughed, but took the hint and mostly left us alone. I have to say I was somewhat surprised when I managed to make it back home with the stripes still a happy yellow. My wife was in a frisky mood, and I was happy oblige. We started downstairs, but moved upstairs after a while, ending up on the bed in each others arms, both spent, her several times. It was as I was laying there that I felt my wife reach down and pat the mattress, then get up suddenly. “You wet.” “No I didn’t. That’s the wet spot.” “Urm. No. That’s a big pee spot. And you’re dehydrated.” I looked. It was a big spot. A big, clearly dehydrated-pee-yellow spot. That smelled like dehydrated pee. Clearly centered between my legs. “That’s two beds you’ve wet today. And a couch.” She smiled. “You know what that means...” I was stunned. It seemed so anti-climactic, especially after working so hard the last two days to not have a problem. And here I was, laying in my own pee. Again. I was still in my own thoughts as I realized with a sinking feeling that my wife was slipping something around my neck, and before I could react I realized the collar was locked with the tether attached. By the time I tried to sit up, it was too late. “Honey, one more chance. I’m sorry, it was just the sex, and the climax, I mean, you were so wonderful, and I just forgot. Please, give me one more chance.” I tried to sit up again, but the tether kept me on my back. “You lost. Say it with me. Yoooooou Looooooost.” She was definitely gloating, almost doing a little dance. “And here I was almost thinking that giving you that extra strike might have been a bad idea!” “But I’ve been so good, and got so close. C’mon, honey please.” I was whining, and I knew it. She stopped and looked at me, suddenly serious. “How about double or nothing?” I didn’t even hesitate. “Sure. Whatever, please just give me one more chance.” “Are you sure? You don’t even know the terms yet. Are you sure you want to do this?” I paused. She was right. “What are the terms?” She held up the cuffs and chain. “Lets get these on first. I don’t want to have to fight you later.” “Do I have to?” “Yes.” OK, then. If it meant I got another chance, so be it. She made me put the cuffs on myself, their little LEDs indicating that they were not coming off without the right signal. She attached the chain even shorter than usual, giving me just inches of movement. “So, here are the terms. You have until noon tomorrow. Since I don’t think that you’ll be able to make it, you’ll be wearing a diaper until then. If you wet that diaper, even a little, you lose. If you do lose, the trainer goes on until I decide to remove it. I will continue to have full responsibility for your diaper changing, and will be taking more direct control over when you can remove your diapers. You may lose certain other privileges depending on how cooperative you are. Lastly, and most importantly, you’ll become the first subject in Phase II. Do you accept these terms?” “Obvious question... what’s Phase II.” “Well, you’re doing very well I think, and I’ve actually gotten into this whole behavior modification thing. It’s amazing what kinds of changes in a person’s behavior we can cause just with some subtle carrots and sticks that are consistent and automated. It’s a really interesting experiment.” Again, she’s such an engineer. And I’m obviously the test monkey. Guinea pig. Lab rat. She continued, “Officially, the project I’m working on now at work is titled ‘Behavior Modification Through Automated Immediate Stimulus’, which sounds very academic but so far has been sold as looking for better ways to address bedwetting. The stopping of it, normally, but obviously your case is a little different. Phase II is a little more advanced... I will try to address some other behaviors of yours. No, I won’t tell you what.” She smiled sweetly. “How long will it last?” “Until the study is over. When I decide it’s over. I don’t know.” “And if I decline?” “Well, you’ve already lost, so as we agreed when we set up the bet you get another little while on the current program, and we’ll do our best to make your diapers a permanent addition to your wardrobe.” “And if I’m able to make it? What’s your double? A month in diapers for you?” “At this point, you’ve already lost that bet. The upside for you is only that you might not have to wear diapers for the rest of your life. If you make it, I’ll let you out, and maybe even help you by using you in the ‘official’ program to make sure you’re actually dry.” She held all the cards, I realized. The best I could do, I thought, was to try to make it to noon tomorrow. The only way out was if I was actually able to make it. Even if it meant I had to stay up all night. “If I take the bet, will you remove the trainer?” “OK. But the moment you lose it goes back on.” “Can I use the bathroom right now?” “Yes.” “Then I’ll take the bet.” She released the tether and the chain between the collar and cuffs, but of course the collar and cuffs stayed on. I got up, and since I was already naked I made it to the toilet, sat down, and peed. I returned to find my wife in the other room, laying out a diaper. I paused. She looked at me. “I don’t want have to wash the sheets again. If you want another chance, these are the terms.” She pointed at the waiting diaper. I went over and lay down. As she pulled up the thick cloth between my legs and pinned it, I realized that if I did lose, I was giving up the last night without a diaper for what would likely be a long time. After making sure I had on the plastic pants, she retired to her room. I threw a onesie on to hold everything together. Determined to stay up all night, if necessary, I went to my office to work. Every 15 minutes when my phone alarm rang I trekked to the bathroom, unsnapped the onesie, unpinned the pins on one side, peed what I could, and put everything back together. It must have been 4 in the morning when I woke with a start, nearly falling out of my chair. I panicked. Yep, I was wet. Crap. But my wife was asleep! If I simply changed out the diapers before she got up, she’d never know. I wasn’t wearing the trainer, so there was no electronic record of my failings! I just had to make it until noon. The pile of clean diapers was in my room, and I quickly grabbed dry ones, unpinned the wet diapers and re-pinned on the replacements. Now, what to do with the wet ones? It was too loud to run a load of wash right now. I’d have to hide them and wash them later. I got a plastic trash bag, and hid them in my office. I risked a cup of coffee; the risk of falling asleep and peeing again was worse than the risk of the caffeine causing other problems. Soon it was 7 AM, and I heard my wife’s alarm, followed shortly after by the sound of the shower. I started a cup of coffee for her. A few minutes later, she emerged, only a little bleary eyed. “Good morning honey.” The cup of coffee brought a smile to her face. “You look like you stayed up all night. Everything OK?” She looked meaningfully at my diaper. “So far.” She shrugged, and went into her office and closed the door. I figured it was that kind of morning. She stayed there all morning. I heard her on the phone for substantial parts of the morning, and it sounded like she was dealing with a pressing work issue. For my part, I continued using the toilet every 15 minutes, even though the lack of sleep was definitely catching up. At 11:30, though, I figured I had a chance to make it. I had even taken a chance and slipped a load of laundry with the diapers I had wet mixed in with a bunch of clothes. I had managed to get the load washed, dried, folded, and even put away before she emerged from her office at 11:50. She looked harried and annoyed. “Come into the bedroom”, she said quickly, in a way that indicated she was in a hurry and still thinking about something else. I followed behind her. “On the bed, let’s check and see if you’re still dry.” I lay down. This was the moment. I was still dry. She would check, and I would win. I watched her hand go down between my legs and unsnap the onesie. She pulled it up. She started to pull open the top of the plastic pants, when I realized that her other end had just clicked the tether to my collar. Dammit, she was getting good at that. She stepped back, the plastic pants snapping back against my waist. I tried to sit up, but once again I was held on my back, unable to move, by the tether to my neck. She looked at me, clearly disappointed. “I didn’t think you’d make it, but I expected you to try harder than this.” I acted innocent, of course. “What do you mean? It’s still dry!” “Why are you wearing a different diaper than what I put you in last night?” I paused. How to answer this. I didn’t have a good excuse. How did she know? She snickered, reading my mind. “You look like a toddler, there. Laying in a diaper. Trying to think up an excuse. There is only one diaper with a green serge at the top. All the others are blue or pink. You were wearing the green one last night. Now the diaper you’re wearing so proudly has a blue serge thread. Why.” I just looked at her. Why indeed. Busted.... “You could have just taken that one off, put a disposable in it... I can think of a bunch of ways you could have tried to cheat. Not that you would have gotten away with it, but I’m rather unimpressed with your lack of ingenuity. Oh well, come clean. You had an accident, right?” Sigh. “Yes.” “OK, then as we discussed yesterday, you lose the bet, as you know.” She left for a few moments, and then came back. She applied the chain to hold my hands at the collar, and proceeded to remove the plastic pants and unpin the diaper. The familiar trainer was quickly applied. I didn’t fight it. All I could do was watch in resignation. “What’s that?” I asked, as she was putting a thin paper thing on top of the diapers. She slid it under me after asking me to lift up. “Since you lied about when you changed your diapers, I’m going to be determining when and where you get changed. This is to make cleanups easier.” I was still confused. I looked at her. “You’re not going to be able to choose when to use the toilet. You will have to use your diapers for everything. This is to make cleaning your poop easier.” I was horrified. “Honey, I don’t like using my diapers for pooping! I’ve never done that! That’s disgusting!” She laughed. “Well, I’m glad that you accept that you like using your diapers for peeing. But you lied about changing your diapers, and the consequences are that you lose that privilege. The pooping in them is just a side effect. I’m sure it will be unpleasant for both of us.” For some reason I rather doubted that it would be as unpleasant for her as it was for me. She was pulling up the plastic pants, and I realized that the material was much thicker. The waist had a belt, and I was unsurprised as a little LED blinked green as it was closed. I looked at the on the clock on the bedside table. It was 12 noon. A strong shock signalled that it was time to pee. I did. =====
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  8. “Alex, please!” Bab told me as she held out her hand. It was morning and besides the little incident last night I was fine. “Bab I'm fine I…” I tried to tell her as I finished packing “No Alex! Your not fine!” Bab told me. “Last night you kissed me on the forehead thinking I was your little sister!” Bab’s face immediately blushed as she remembered that. “Look, I just think it will help you,” she told me. Her idea is to hold my hand. For some reason, she thinks by holding my hand she could anchor my mind problem a little bit. Personally, I don't get it. I just sigh and decide to amuse the little girl and take her hand. While it might not do anything, holding her hand did seem to calm my nerves a bit. Ever since I confused Bab for Scarlet, my mind has been running like crazy. Not to mention the pain in my mouth from the fangs finally poking out. The day was nice a sunny, which really hurt my eyes. Thankfully not too bad. “So, would you like to talk about it?” Bab asked me. We had walked in silence for almost an hour and a half and this was the first thing she asked. “Not really,”I told her. “Then tell me about Scarlet,”Bab told me. “Why would you like to know her?” I asked as I looked down at Bab. “Just curious,” Bab told me. I couldn't help but have flashbacks with her. How Scarlet and I use to play as kids. “Scarlet was my younger sister,” I told bab. “Before her dad broke up with my mom and they moved.” “Why did they do that?” Bab asked “I don't remember,” I told her. “What was she like?” Bab asked. “The last time I saw her, she was 10 and I was 12.” I told Bab. “she had long curly red hair. She loved to read and to color. And because she was terrified of the dark she needed a night light.” “Sounds like a lot of kids.” bab giggled. “Ya. she was also a frequent bedwetter,” I told bab. “So just like you, she needed protection. just much thinner and not all the time.” Bab blushed and she kicked my leg. “Because we lived in a small house, we shared a room and she normally found herself in my bed,” I told Bab. “why?”Bab asked. “Like I said, she was scared of the dark and wanted to be next to someone,” I explained. “You would not believe the number of times I woke up to her peeing in my bed.” Bab gave a small giggle. “After a while, we just started to share the bed, much like we do know,”I told Bab who again was blushing. “It was fine. I actually enjoyed it.” I told Bab. “my bed, when it wasn't wet, was always nice and warm. I really loved her.” Bab gave a slight nod of understanding. “What about your mom?” Bab asked “My mom is a bit of a workaholic.” I told Bab.” she spent a lot of her time working to provide for me.” “When her boyfriend and Scarlet left, she went into a depression and for almost a year, never let me out of her sight.” I was about to say more but stopped for a moment when I thought I saw something. “Whats wrong?” Bab asked I just stared at the smiling little redhead waving at me just before she ran behind some trees. I shook my head. No that's just my mind playing tricks with me again. “Nothing Bab, I'm fine,” I tell the now frowning girl as we continued our walk in silence. ******* Lunch went fairly well. I fed Bab and changed her into a new diaper. “Now then, just give me a moment to use the bathroom and will continue on,” I told Bab as I went behind a tree to pee. When I finished peeing and turned around, however, my mind had a memory laps. I was now standing in a Walmart. Why was I here? I looked around for a moment and decided to look at my hand. On my hand was a list written in pen. Bread, peanut butter, jelly, 2 frozen pizzas, chips, And pull-ups. Ow right, mom wanted me to get some stuff for Scarlet and me. There going out of town today and we get to stay home all by ourselves! My 11-year-old mind had taken hold. This was the first time mom and dave were letting us stay home by ourselves for 1 day and 2 nights. “Scarlet! I called out as I began to run around the store. I had just grabbed everything else except her pull-ups, which I asked her to grab. It wasn't until I reached the Baby aisle that I saw Scarlet on the ground surrounded by a puddle of pee “Scarlet are you ok?” I asked as I started to walk closer. Then it all changed. The pee turned red. We were no longer in the store but a room I didn't recognize. Scarlet looked up at me and I nearly fainted. The blood all over her face and clothes. The black eyes peering into my soul. “Why?” Scarlet asked. “W-what?” I stammered as Scarlet began to slowly stand up. Her dark black eyes staring straight at me. “You didn't…” Scarlet said as she raised a hand. “ALEX!” I heard someone scream and I spun around. I was back in the forest with Bab panting 20 yards away from me as she had a look of terror on her face, “LOOK OUT!” she screamed. As I turned back, I immediately had to jump out of the way of a large lizard as it pounced at me. “What the hell?!” I yelled as I threw my hand into my storage and pulled out my sword. The Lizard let out a hiss as it saw my blade. “Alex!” Bab yelled again as she shot the lizard with electricity, but it did nothing to the monster. “Bab! Get back!” I yelled but the Lizard bolted towards Bab! “FUCK!” Thankfully Bab did start running away and the lizard wasn't able to keep up with her. So it turned back to me. “Frost!” I yelled as I blasted the lizard with ice magic. I was hoping to kill the lizard with my ice since lizards don't like the cold. However, the lizard had different ideas as it began spitting fire at my ice! I had to jump back away from the fire as it got to close. But as I did, the scene changed again. Scarlet was standing before me. A bright smile on her face. “What are you doing Alex?” Scarlet asked. “Come play with me!” “W-wha, no! This isn't real!” I told myself as I shook my head. When the real world came back the lizard had pounced again and this time landed right on top of me! I landed on the ground hard and dropped my sword. The lizard's teeth just inches from my face! It took all my strength to keep the lizard's mouth away from my face! “ALEX!” Bab shouted. “STAY BACK!” I yelled out! “alk'q afb” someone told me. “I'm not dying!” I yelled as I tried to think of anything to do to get this thing off! That's when I remembered something. “Fighter Soul!” I called out and activated my ability! With the sudden stat boost, I was finally able to push the Lizards head back!. The Lizard then started to thrash about and I knew I needed to kill it soon. I quickly began punching the Lizard as hard as I could until I finally punched it off of me! My sword was still out of reach, so I had to think of some way to kill this thing without it!. Seeing an opening, I jumped on top of the lizard as I tried to think of anything to kill this thing! “Prcclzxqb” “That works!” I yelled out. wraping my arms around the Lizards head, I began to squeeze. The lizard thrashed about as it tried to get me off of it, but I didn't let go. Using all my strength I began choking the lizard even harder! “Just fucking die!” I yelled as I yanked upward and heard a snap! The lizard spasmed then went limp in my arms. I was panting as I finally let go. The lizard dead on the ground. After I got off the lizard and backed away, I noticed Bab rushing over to me. “Don't worry. I'm fine,” I told bab with a smile before I was suddenly punched in the dick! “YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” Bab screamed in my face as I fell to my knees, then she slapped me in the face. “Why did you run off! Why did you leave me alone! Why did you almost kill yourself! Why? Why? Why?!” Bab continued to hit me over and over. Even when I finally grabbed her arms, she just started to kick me. “BAB! STOP!” I yelled. With tears streaming down her face, she did and I let go of her hands. “Come here,”I whispered and pulled her close to me. “I'm sorry Bab.” Bab hugged me and finished her crying. I rubbed her back and hummed a little bit until she finally calmed down. ******************* From that point on, Bab refused to leave my side. Even more than earlier. Now no matter what I was doing, she had to be right beside me. Even when I had to use the bathroom, Bab had me hold her hand as she was turned around. That one really made both of us embarrassed. Since my last one, I've had just one more hallucination. This one being of my old dog Charly who passed away from old age a few years ago. Bab sat in my lap as I finished feeding her and about to give her a bottle. “I'm sorry Alex…” Bab mumbled out as I grabbed the bottle. “For what?” I asked. “For hitting you earlier,” Bab told me. “No, I deserved it. I did scare you.” I told her. “You just weren't in your right state of mind,” Bab told me. “I know you would never have run off like that otherwise.” We sat in an awkward silence. Finally, i wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on top of her’s. “This will all be over soon,” I told Bab. “ I'll be fine.” Bab didn't say a word. She just stared at the fire in front of her. Thoughts of earlier racing through her head. When I disappeared, Bab was not just scared, she was terrified. She knew I wasn't in my right mind. She knew I shouldn't have gone off alone, even for a moment. ‘Where is he! Is he hallucinating again? What if he gets lost? What if he gets himself hurt!’ those were Bab’s thoughts as she frantically searched around for me. Then the worst thought crept into her mind. ‘What if I'm left alone again?’ That's when she heard my shouts for scarlet. Bab bolted towards my shouts. When she finally saw me, her heart nearly skipped a beat as she saw me in a daze and walking towards a giant lizard. A tear falls down Bab’s face and dropped on my hand. Neither of us saying anything. Bab because she was trying to come to terms with her new fear. And me, because I was lost in another hallucination… **************** Alexander March S^a,s- lv16 H)- 102 (+4) A*t&c(-69 (+3) D$f!n@e-62 (+5) S#e!d-59 (+2) R@g#n-11 (+1) M%n^a-65 c&a*s-fighter S(i)ls-fighter's soul W-a_o=s- Yoake (C) (ability: growth) E*e+e]t-ice partner-Bab Ados Stats- lv18 HP-94 (+20) Attack-24 Defence-24 (+95) Speed-24 (+9) Regen-34 (+3) Manna-326 class-Sage Skills-Healer + Weapons-none Element-lightning Money ---- gold 30) silver 30) bronze 30) copper 32) ***************** “Where is that daughter of mine?” the queen of Parïtet demanded. “We currently do not know your highness!” one of her guards told her. “The last we heard from her was a letter saying she would not be returning because she quits being a princess.” “AND I TOLD YOU TO FIND HER!” the queen shouted at her men. “Your majesty, please calm down,” Noha said as he and Sherry walked into the throne room and bowed. “Lizzie, Lexi, and Alisha are still with her.” “I do not care if her retainers are with her.” the queen told them. “I want my daughter home NOW!” “Then we will look for her your highness,” Sherry told her. “You better!” the queen shouted. This was one of the few times she ever lost her composer. Just as they were about to call this meeting to a close, the throne room doors exploded open as guards scrambled in chasing something. “What in the world!” the queen shouted. But as soon as Sherry and Noah looked at what it was, their hearts dropped. Sherry shot out fire from her hands while Noha threw rocks to form a barrier between the guards and the thing they were chasing. Standing before Noah and Sherry, was a silver feathered duck. The duck just waddled its way over to them calmly. As if it wasn't just being chased by 15 guards trying to kill it. The duck looked up at both Noah and Sherry before it quacked. "Oh, fuck..." Noha said. "this cant be good..." Sherry mumbled.
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  9. nah,never had the bug,but if I ever did I woulda finished it.Otherwise you're being a tease.
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  10. Angel Hunter Chapter 18 is up now. https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/60742-angel-hunter-chapter-18-up-march-8/&page=6
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  11. I like how Mikey started calling Cheryl Mommy when he started to trust her. I also like when she breast feed him in the rocker. I know this a rewrite but I truly hope you are going to continue this story.
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  12. Chapter XVIII The Imps stationed in the lobby hardly even knew what hit them. Seeing angels walk by was a common occurrence. But even if they'd been expecting a fight there's little they could've done before the two Warriors flew in like a pair of fiery missiles, obliterating the first imps that were unfortunate enough to be closest to the front door with a single stroke of their flaming longswords. The lobby erupted with screeching demons as the helpless Imps called their brethren to arms. There had been six Imps guarding the lobby. And by the time demonic reinforcements showed up the Twins had already dispatched all six of them and Father Lloyd was halfway to the stairwell. The Twins. That was the nickname these two Warriors had earned themselves. Each was identical to the other; Six and a half feet tall, heavy metal armor, wings seemingly made of white light. The only way their appearances differed was in their preferred color: one being cobalt blue and the other emerald green. But even their visage aside, these two fought with a unity that went beyond simple war tactics. They possessed a quality that was as close to Brotherhood as angelicly possible. These two were inseparable. In less than a second the lobby was filled with demons and imps. The twins were surrounded, but thanks to their connection to the priest they were far stronger than these dark warriors. The balance of power in this world was a complex and ever-changing state. But put simply Light is stronger than Darkness, but Darkness is much more prevalent than Light. Such was the case in this fight: the Angels were two apex predators charging into a swarming nest of vermin. But that is not to say these vermin posed no threat. On the contrary; these demons were on their own turf. And in a skirmish the defender always has the advantage over the attacker. But these Angels weren't necessarily on the offensive. The demons stood their ground, trying to cut off the angels’ escape. But it took them several seconds to realize that the angels weren't trying to escape. They were trying to reach the the second floor where Wylton was. By the time they realized this the priest was already crashing through the door to the stairwell. And that's when the real fighting began. The Blue Angel flew ahead halfway up the stairwell to make sure the path was clear while his Green twin stayed close behind the priest to deal with any demons that pursued them from the lobby. Two demons came through the closed door. Green unleashed a burst of fire at the one on the left, knocking him back long enough to swing his powerful sword at the one on the right. The demon put up its sword to block, but he underestimated the force of the blow and could only slow the sword down before it connected with its target leaving a glowing gash on the side of its head. The angel swung his sword back toward the first demon who by now had recovered and tried to attack. Green parried the demon’s blade and used his momentum to knock the demon up against a wall with his wing. He shot a burst of flame at the second demon and went to stab the first, but he phased through the wall. A third demon wielding a spear came flying in through the doorway, but instead of attacking the angel he flew straight towards Father Lloyd. The spear stuck its mark and a bright flash emanated out of the priest. The demon’s blade could not hurt him physically, but it could drain his divine power and by extension weaken the Angels. By landing such a solid blow on the priest this demon had done even more damage than if It had pierced the Angel. But he would pay dearly for his mistake. Green impaled the demon through the back with an angelic roar of fury that nearly drowned out the demon’s screams of pain. The two other demons moved in to strike at the opening the angel had left in his flank. He quickly recoiled and the unfurled his wings in an attempt to knock them away. It worked, but not without them leaving broad slashes on both of his wings. “To hell with you, Demon!” He roared before unleashing a mighty burst of flame from his sword vaporizing the Demon. He turned back to the other two who were now joined by several Imps. “Alright, who's first?” Meanwhile, the Blue Angel was facing down a terrible beast of a demon standing in the doorway to the second floor. He was big. Even bigger than the two angels, who themselves were fairly sizable for their rank. This demon must be Wylton’s Royal Guard, the Warrior thought. He had long, bull-like horns sticking off of his head and in his hand he held, not a conventional weapon, but a shield with a spike in the center of it. The black beast stood rooted in the doorway and if the Warrior couldn't remove him the priest--and their plan--would be in big trouble. The Warrior shot forward like a bullet with his sword held out flat in front of him. Defeating this demon would take more than the few seconds he had before the priest climbed the stairs, but all the angel needed was to push the demon out of the way and keep him occupied long enough for Father Lloyd to reach apartment 214. At least that was the plan. When the Warrior collided with the demon he hardly budged an inch. The sudden momentum change caused the angel to slam into the shield spike, piercing his chest. Before the the Warrior could move away the demon swung him around and pinned him against the wall. Red fissures started to radiate out from the angel’s chest and no matter how hard he pushed the demon only pushed back harder. It would've been the end for the Blue Angel if it weren't for a smaller, but no-doubt more dangerous demon phasing through the ceiling and driving a white sword straight down through the top of the Royal Guard’s head. The Angel Hunter had entered the fight. The Blue Angel pushed the staggered demon off of himself and quickly ended him with a single stroke as the Angel Hunter’s sword had already nearly-fatally wounded the demon. “Keep your guard up, angel!” she said before diving into the hall beyond. By now the priest had reached the second floor landing and pushed his way into the hall followed by the Blue Angel. Green was still fighting the demons on the stairwell, amd from the sound of things he was winning. Apartment 214--Luc’s apartment--was at the other end of the hall and surrounded by an impenetrable barrier courtesy of the young warlock. No Angel or demon could pass through it. But a human could open the door and let them in. Hence why they needed Father Lloyd, although he will also come in handy when they reached Wylton. If they could get past the horde of demons standing between them and their goal. ----- Meanwhile... “Night night, Lucas.” I screamed in terror as that monster slammed Luc’s head against the wall and he fell to the floor, limp. Surely he isn't… no. He can't be dead! He wouldn't leave me here alone with this monster! The boy--no, not a boy. The Demon--turned his attention towards me. “Now it's just you and me, baby!” I backed into the corner. My legs still wouldn't let me stand, but even if they did I had nowhere to go. I felt my diaper warm up. But right now that was the least of my problems. “Please!” I begged, “Just let us go! We want nothing to do with all this! I promise we won't say anything to the cops!” “You think I'm afraid of the police? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This is MY town! I OWN the cops!” He took a step closer to me. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t fight. I had no more tears left to cry. I was completely frozen. “W-w-what are you going to do with me? “Well now that is the million dollar question now isn't it?” He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up with one hand. I couldn’t breath. I tried to struggle, but it was like all the strength in my body was gone. Just when I thought I was going to pass out he threw me on the bed. I couldn’t move. My body felt like it was filled with lead. “Seeing you lying there, totally helpless fills me with all sorts of ideas! But honestly the diaper is a bit of a turn off. So let's just get down to business, shall we?” With that he climbed on top of me and started choking me again
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  13. Hi snow, I am mostly DL too. I have learned that labels are for other people to define us. It’s okay to like some things but not others. Carpe Diem. Welcome to the group, I hope you make lots of new friends here
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  14. When i was first getting awar of wanting to wear diapers i did want to get rid of those feelings but since then i have accepted that its oke and now i dont really want to get rid of those feelings.
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  16. Aww so cute Sent from my SM-J327P using Tapatalk
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  17. As mom got in the car she said, "be a good boy for your Aunt Sharon!" I was sad and had been crying at the thought of my mommy being away for a whole week. "We will have so much fun!", my aunt consoled. It was certainly not easy for a 5 year old boy to be in a strange place for a whole week. I continued to pout as mommy drove away. "Let's go in and get a snack," Sharon said as she carried my suitcase and put my mom's quilted, baby blue bag over her shoulder. I agreed and took her hand. I enjoyed the graham crackers and apple juice she gave me and I was getting more comfortable. After finishing, she turned on the TV and I sat in a beanbag chair and watched my favorite cartoons, bugs and daffy made me almost forget mommy had left. As I sat and watched I started needing to pee. I didn't know where the potty was and I didn't always make it on time even at home. Aunt Sharon asked me if I needed to potty right after my snack but I didn't need to go then. I kept watching TV. Roadrunner was on and he was my favorite. I waited to long and soon felt a warmness on my crotch and bottom. I kept watching TV. Aunt Sharon came to check on me. She soon noticed my pants were wet. "Uh oh, Dougie, looks like you tee-teed in your pants. Let's get you cleaned up." She led me by the hand around the corner into a bedroom. My suitcase and quilted bag were on the dresser. She went to a closet and took out a plastic mat. It crinkled as she spread it on the bed. She lifted me up and laid me on the
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  18. The word you're looking for is "scrip" there chief. Maybe you should lay off the oxycotin, vicodin or whatever dangerously legal drug that's your vice of choice. Plenty of legal highs are much worse for your body than the ganja, but since you live in the ass end of BC I'm willing to wager your drug of choice is booze or huffing gasoline. Pot is orders of magnitude less harmless than alcohol and tons of other prescription drugs no matter what uneducated shitheads like yourself may think. I never heard the word "snowing" used as a verb to equate fooling someone into doing something for you before. Must be something particularly relevant to someone who spends an inordinate amount of their lifetime digging themselves out of that stuff. Enjoy your 10 month long winter asshat, I'll be toking up a phat ass spliff wearing shorts and a t-shirt while you shovel the walk for the 50th time this season.
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