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Wrote this during some free time over the last couple of days. Ideally, I've got two more segments planned out, although time is an issue. All comments welcome, be they positive or negative. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS Josie was having a hard time wrapping her head around it. Her best friend Sandra was acting too weird for comfort. They had been friends since 9th grade, and although having attended different universities, they'd staid thick as thieves. After finishing up with school, they both returned to their home town and eventually, after a couple of years spent establishing toe holds in the work-a day world, decided to share an apartment. Initially, things went great. Sandra had always been the more outgoing of the two, and often prodded Josie to hit the bars on Friday nights as well as join her for the various parties and get-togethers with her wide collection of friends and acquaintances. Having Sandra as her unofficial social director was great, plus it was a terrific way to meet eligible men. But despite Sandra’s extroverted personality she often spent several nights a week behind her locked bedroom door, only coming out occasionally to raid the refrigerator and to share brief, seemingly reluctant conversations with her puzzled roommate. Josie began to wonder if her friend might be suffering mood swings, or full on depression or some similar malady. She didn’t know if she should even attempt to broach the subject, fearing that Sandra might become uncomfortable and accuse Josie of prying. One Wednesday morning, about 4 months into their lease, Josie found herself alone in the apartment per usual, as she left for work later than her roommate. Walking past Sandra’s bedroom, and using her friend’s odd behavior as an excuse, Joie did something she wouldn’t normally have done, and opened the always closed door. The room was a mess with clothes spilling out of both the closet and dresser drawers. Her bed was strewn with stuffed animals, cast-off pajamas and underwear, the nightstand covered with dirty plates and used drinking glasses. Knowing that entering Sandra’s personal space was highly inappropriate, Josie decided that so long as she didn’t touch anything, what her roommate didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her. The smell of stale pee, reminiscent of a neglected basement powder room, hit Sandra’s senses first. What the hell is she doing in here? Sandra thought. Does she have medical problems? She doesn’t seem sick. Wait, maybe the smell isn’t pee, just the leftovers on the dirty dishes. She decided that when she returned home from work that evening, she’d ask Sandra if she had any dishes in her room that might need cleaning. Josie moved to the closet door, careful not to step on the discarded laundry that made it impossible for the sliding doors to close. Peeking from under a thin layer of clothing were small glimpses of a spread out wool blanket covering a large mound on the floor. Obviously, the blanket was meant to hide something from view, the only question being was it something secret, or just a coping mechanism in place to allow the owner to ignore the ever-growing mess. Josie hesitated at first, but then decided to go for it, carefully moving the garments aside and gently lifting the side of the blanket facing her. Oh, my god... The two large packages of adult diapers certainly explained the smell. Josie immediately felt bad for her friend who must surely have some sort of uncontrollable wetting issue. A problem like that would make anyone feel depressed and engage in the solitary, secretive behavior that Sandra exhibited. Having never actually seen a diaper fit for adults, Josie carefully extracted one from the torn open top of one of the packages. With eyes widening, she took in the pink and white color, unfolding it, and stifled a laugh as she examined its balloon and teddy bear covered motif. Why would Sandra have something so ridiculous looking? Was this kind of adult diaper cheaper than other brands? And was that why she had something so childish? Lifting both packages out of their hiding place, Josie learned the answer to those questions. Several pairs of what looked like enormous granny panties were tucked back underneath the blanket. Josie picked one up and unfolded the thin clear plastic-like material. Both the waistband and leg bands were ringed with tight elastic and a couple of rows of pink lace decorated the seat. A yellow covered, spiral bound yellow notebook was lodged in between the rest of the plastic pants. Josie pulled it out and flipped through the college ruled pages. It was a bunch of handwritten lists, well not lists really, because each line was just the same thing, over and over. One page read, “Sandy has been a very naughty girl", another, “Little Sandy needs a spanking.” Glancing down and seeing a zip lock sandwich bag containing two baby pacifiers next to the stack of jumbo sized panties ended Josie’s exploration, as she suddenly felt overwhelmed by her discovery. She carefully put everything back in its place, arranging the camouflaged covering just as she’d found it and beat a hasty retreat. Grabbing her purse and keys off the kitchen counter, Josie flew out the front door, skipping her morning coffee ritual and silently cursing herself for her own damn nosiness. Over the next several days, Josie kept a close eye on her roommate, keeping her own behavior as unchanged as possible. She also did some research, viewing the wide variety of adult baby pictures and stories available on line. Josie was floored that Sandra was one of these people. She decided that it was probably best to never mention what she’d seen, as it might mean the end of their friendship. Besides, everybody had things of their own that they did in private which would be difficult to explain to other people, although usually not something as potentially humiliating as Sandra’s little hobby. And that would have been it, as they say, but Josie suddenly found herself with a little too much downtime for her liking and idle thoughts can sometimes lead to, well… complications. A month had flown by since Josie’s discovery, when suddenly, without warning, she was visited by an old, always unwelcome companion, boredom, and she started to get strange ideas. During down time at work or while out running errands, Josie started to wonder what Sandra looked like in her diapers. While the online pictures of men in diapers had seemed more humorous than anything else, it was truly disconcerting how undeniably cute the adult women looked in their infantile finery, a fact which clashed deeply with Josie’s thoughtfully developed feminist beliefs. Having absolutely no desire to wear diapers herself, and not planning to until she was too old and grey to care what the nursing home staff strapped her into, Josie was nonetheless intrigued by Sandra’s own apparent desire to give up her maturity, and sadly, it made her lose a little respect for her old friend. But still, what must it be like for someone to fantasize about losing their adult independence and returning to little girlhood? And, wouldn’t such a woman innately do so if provided enough encouragement? What exactly would it take? Josie began spinning various scenarios in which she could arrange for both her and Sandra’s desires to become a reality. Sandra’s birthday was in two weeks, so she decided to pounce. Normally Josie wouldn’t have been so bold, but she’d recently received a promotion at work and the accompanying pay raise would allow her to get her own place if things turned sour with her current living situation. Nevertheless, she hesitated, right up until a couple of days before the annual occasion. **** Sandra opened her eyes and stretched. She looked over at the bedside clock. It was 9:37 AM, Sunday, October 8th. The newly minted 25-year-old smiled, today was her birthday. She’d spent the evening before with her family, going out for an overpriced meal and receiving several presents. She was especially grateful this year for the customary, large gift of cash from her parents. She’d been shopping online a little too much lately, and she needed to get her finances back on track. She’d gone out Friday night with several of her friends and gotten a little tipsy, but wasn’t hungover enough the next day to ruin dinner with the family. Today she was just gonna relax and go out to lunch with her roommate. The only thing that would have made this a better birthday was if she didn’t have to go back to work the next day, but alas, High School English wasn’t going to teach itself, now was it? She padded out into the kitchen in just her pajamas, and helped herself to a cup of the fresh coffee Josie had already made, nodding at her friend. “Hey.” Josie smiled, looking up at the tallish brunette from her cereal bowl. “Hey. How’d it go last night?” “Good, but my little brothers are as annoying as ever. Looks like you’ve been up a while.” Sandra said, referencing Josie’s state of dress. Her blond, 5’4” roommate was already dressed for the autumn weather. Her curvy figure was clad in an elegant looking grey sweater and dark blue form fitting jeans tucked into knee-high brown leather boots. “Yeah, I went to sleep early last night.” The two friends sat at their small dining nook table, talking for a few more minutes about Sandra’s family party and where they might go have lunch. Eventually Sandra stood up, excusing herself to take a shower and get ready to go out. “Sandy, before you get cleaned up, how about you open your presents first?” Sandra smiled. “Presents? You didn’t need to get me more than one” “Oh, you know me, I always over do it.” Sandra followed Josie into the living room and took a seat on the couch while Josie ventured on into her bedroom, returning with two similar sized festively wrapped, rectangular packages. Josie pulled an armchair across the room and placed it on the other side of the brown coffee table, sitting down to face Sandra. She handed her friend the first box. Tearing off the decorative paper, Sandra squealed with delight, as she always did in these situations. The grown woman had never lost her juvenile love of all things plush, and extracted the teddy bear from the clear plastic box and clutched it to her chest. “I don’t have a pink bear yet, this is perfect. Thanks Josie.” The two women stood up and hugged across the table. “I’m glad you like it, honey.” After they sat back down, Josie handed the second box to her friend. Well, here goes, Josie thought. She’d been nervous all morning and had gone back and forth several times, her courage wavering. But here they were, too late now. After stripping away the wrapping, Sandra’s eyes widened in surprise. Packaged just like her new pink teddy had been was a baby girl doll complete with little brown pigtails and a white onesie. According to the writing on the box, “LITTLE CATHY” drank from a bottle and wet her pants, “JUST LIKE A REAL BABY”. Driving this capability home, a miniature bottle and several doll sized diapers were mounted next to Cathy inside the box. Lifting the box off her lap, Sandra finally noticed the pink folded cloth underneath. Putting the doll box aside she lifted the thin, light pink t-shirt off what was left of the shredded paper and saw that something was written on the front. Holding the shirt up with two hands, she read the words “LITTLE SANDY” spelled out in grey lettering. Sandra’s mouth opened, but she didn’t say a thing. “I hope it’s the right size. We can’t really take it back if it’s not.” Josie had spent several days working on her opening line, and that was the best she could come up with. Damn, she felt nervous. “Wha… I don… Why, wou-” Sandra stammered. Josie gently cut her off. “Oh sweetie, we both know why. And it’s okay. I think it’s really cute.” Sandra looked at her friend with genuine fear in her eyes. “W- What’s cute?” Seeing her friend’s reaction, Josie suddenly felt awful. Not knowing what else to say, she met Sandra’s eyes with a none to confident reply. “Your baby side.” Again, Sandra sputtered in response. “I d… How… Bu..” Despite the extreme awkwardness and her conflicting emotions, Josie couldn’t help but smirk. She even sounds like a baby, she thought. Maybe this isn’t going to be too bad after all. “Honey, I just want to encourage you, and let you know you don’t have to hide in your room anymore. I’m here for you and I want to help you.” During the long, thought out preparation for this scene, Josie had decided to always use positive language and to keep things moving in a forward direction. The message she wanted to convey was - I support you, and here’s what you’re going to do. Sandra just stared at the carpeted floor. The silence grew. Josie didn’t want to lose the momentum and decided to go for it. “Why don’t you go try it on, little Sandy.” Josie said, keeping her tone flat and smiling at her flustered friend. With a look of horror, Sandra bolted off the couch and strode briskly toward her bedroom, still clutching the little pink T-shirt in her fist. Caught off guard, Josie scurried after her, only to have the bedroom door close in her face. Josie could hear Sandra rummaging through her things, and after a few minutes the door flew open and Sandra stalked past her. She’d exchanged her PJs for a thick hooded sweatshirt, yoga pants and running shoes and was heading toward the front door. “Where are you going?” Josie plaintively called after her. “Out,” snapped Sandra. “But what about lunch?” “Oh, just quit… Just leave me alone.” Sandra fumed petulantly as she stormed out of the apartment. Shaken by Sandra’s reaction, Josie cringed with self-revulsion over what she’d done. “Sandy, please don’t’ go. Just sit down for a minute.” She yelled out. Josie grabbed her bag from her own room and rushed after her friend. Eyeballing Sandra’s unoccupied car in its parking space, she scanned the rest of the lot. Seeing Sandra turning the far corner of the parking lot on foot, Josie guessed where she was going and followed from a distance. Fortunately, the line at the coffee shop wasn’t too long for a Sunday Morning, and Sandra was already in the middle of it when Josie walked through the door. Josie decided to impose. “Sandy, please get me my usual, I’ll be outside.” She called across the room. Sandra looked back over her shoulder, the look of misery on her pretty face hardening into a frown. Without saying anything, she turned back and faced the counter. Josie headed back outside, knowing that her friend was too kind not to grab her a latte, regardless of their current kerfuffle. The Autumn morning was cool but not unpleasant and Josie had her pick of the several available outdoor tables. Sandra eventually exited the building, two fisting a couple of hot paper cups. She set Josie’s latte in front of her friend and sat down before taking a sip of her usual whip cream covered, caramel flavored favorite, the kind of sickeningly sweet coffee drink that only teenagers, and apparently some adult women, would ever order more than once in their lifetime. Josie thanked her, relieved to find that Sandra seemed to have calmed down a bit. “You owe me $2.74.” Sandra said wearily. “Okay… Uh, I’m sorry if I upset you, that isn’t what I wanted to happen.” “Well, what did you want?” Sandra asked. “To help you.” “Help me how?” Josie smiled at her friend. “To help you be yourself. You can wear whatever you want around the apartment, I don’t care.” Sandra sighed deeply. “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation. How did you find out anyway? No one was supposed to know.” Dodging the question, but seizing the opening, Jose reached her hand across the table and clasped Sandra’s arm. “That’s my point, don’t you want someone else to know? To share your true feelings with someone, not just play pretend all the time.” Sandra sipped her drink slowly, not responding Josie plucked at the heavy cotton sweatshirt material covering Sandra’s arm with her fingers. “Did you put on your present?” Sandra’s placid expression turned into a scowl. “Sorry, sorry, too soon, right? In retrospect, perhaps not the best thing to say under the circumstances.” Josie said, turning her head slightly and shrugging her shoulders in the exaggerated, apologetic manner that never failed to get a giggle out of Sandra. Sandra smiled, despite herself. “So, is that how it’s going to be from now on? You making fun of me?” “No, not all the time. I might tease you a little, but I think you might kind of like it sometimes, even though you won’t admit it right now” Sandra’s eyes widened in shocked recognition, her smile vanishing and her manner becoming tense. “So, how did you find out?” Josie took a deep breath, which turned into an awkward, small coughing fit. “I’ve been really worried about you, you seemed so down, and you wouldn’t talk to me. And the hallway started to smell like…” Suddenly remembering where they were, Josie nervously glanced around to see if anyone was in eavesdropping range. “You went in my room, didn’t you? Without asking first. How could you?” Sandra accused, her voice rising. Josie pleaded with her friend to somehow understand her motives. “Yes, but only because of the pee smell and because I care about you and thought you might be sick or something. If I’d asked, you wouldn’t have let me. What was I supposed to do?” Sandra acknowledged to herself, that yes, it was true, she wouldn’t have let her. “Then you saw the diapers?” There, she’d finally said it. “Yeah, and the pacifiers and stuff.” Sandra winced. “What stuff?” She demanded, glaring at her housemate with mistrust. Josie looked down at the table “Um, you know… the plastic underwear thingies and the, uh… notebook…” She mumbled, her voice trailing off. Oh god, not the notebook, Sandra thought. She gasped and covered her mouth in mortification, now realizing for the first time that her oldest friend had read the imaginary punishment lines that fueled her favorite fantasies. Sandra started to cry. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.” She whimpered pitifully. Josie leaned across the table, pleading once again with her friend, as her own eyes began to water. “Sandy, listen to me, I’m not going to let you feel bad about yourself. I love you. I’m not judging you. I only want what’s best for you. Let’s go home, I think you need to relax for a while. Everything’s going to be okay.” When Sandra didn’t acknowledge her, Josie stood up. She tossed her empty cup into the nearby waste receptacle and moved to Sandra’s side of the table. She reached down and put her hand under the other woman’s arm and gently lifted. “C’mon sweetie, we’re going home now.” Picking up Sandra’s half-filled cup with her free hand, Josie led the taller woman down the sidewalk. Entering the apartment, Sandra headed to her room and Josie followed. Surprised by the intrusion, Sandra sat down on her bed. “How are you feeling?” Josie asked. “I’m really tired, I think I kind of want to be alone right now.” Sandra said, looking up at her friend. Josie smiled and ran her hand through Sandra’s hair. “Yeah. I think you should take a little nap, get yourself sorted out” Sandra nodded. They both looked at each other, neither moving. “Take your shoes off.” Josie finally said. Sandra kicked her shoes off and lay back on the bed. She turned toward the wall, lying on her side and bending her legs at the knee. Josie sighed, picking up the discarded shoes and placing them over by the closet. This girl really needs to clean her room up, this is getting ridiculous, Josie thought as she crossed the room and turned off the light. Sandra looked back over her shoulder at Josie. “Could you close the door, please?” Josie smiled down at the woman. “No, I think for the time being, the door needs to stay open. I’m worried about you” Too dazed by the day’s events to object, Sandra lay her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes. About an hour later, Sandra entered the living room/kitchen area yawning and still wearing the exercise clothes she’d slept in. Josie sat at the dinner table typing on her laptop, finishing up a report for work. She looked up and smiled. “How’d you sleep? “Erm, fine, I guess.” Sandra said, stretching her arms above her head. She sat down across from Josie. “How do you feel about our little talk? “I don’t know.” Sandra replied weakly. Ever the showman, Josie tried to lighten the mood. “Well, I still have to give you your last birthday present”. She said in an exaggeratedly festive manner. Sandra looked at her apprehensively. “What is it?” “Well actually, it’s a two parter. First, because we didn’t make it out to lunch, I am going to cook the birthday girl her favorite dinner, spaghetti.” Sandra visibly brightened at the news. Encouraged, Josie continued. “And you, my dear, get to wear one of your diapers in front of another person for the rest of the day, with nothing over it, just like you always wanted to” Sandra’s manner morphed back into that of a frightened kitten. “I… I don’t think I should.” Josie sighed and shook her head. “Oh Sandy, it’s your birthday. This is something you need, just let yourself be happy and enjoy the moment. “But I’m scared.” “Don’t you mean, I’m scaawed.” Josie lisped, sticking her bottom lip out at Sandra. Sandra rolled her eyes. “Again with the teasing? Really?” Josie giggled. “Darling, you’re not allowed to be scaawed, sorry, I mean scared, anymore. It’s time to accept things for what they are and for what you are. Let’s make this the bestest birthday ever.” “W-What would we do?” “Nothing special, just eat dinner and watch a movie. Now shoo and don’t come back until you’ve changed.” Twenty minutes later, Sandra shyly shuffled back into the room, the large, grey sweatshirt proudly displaying her alma matter that she was wearing almost completely covering the fluffy white and pink diaper on her hips. Josie turned from where she was standing in the kitchen and shook her head. “No Sandy, not like that, go put your new shirt on. I already took off the tags and washed it before I gave it to you. Your diaper needs to be out in the open, so I can see it.” Sandra just stood staring at her, a look of protest on her face. “But, I… “ “No buts. Go.” Josie interrupted, pointing back down the hallway. “Fine, Miss Bossy.” Sandra threw up her hands in complaint, but did as she was told. The cute t-shirt proved a perfect fit. The bottom hem just met the top of Sandra’s crinkly padded underwear. The bashful woman kept trying to pull the shirt down further as she once again stood before her exacting chum and waited on her approval, but the pink cotton material wouldn’t budge. Josie was in the kitchen mixing the ingredients of her garden salad. “Oh Sweetie, you look adorable,” she gushed, silently elated at the progress she’d made with the malleable little squirt. She had essentially put her roommate in a diaper and taken away her right to wear pants for the night, just because she'd said so. Not bad for one day. If I can do this, I can do anything, she thought. Sandra glowed with giggly glee, this was proving an incredible experience for her. “Do you really like it?” “Yes, Baby, I do. Now come over here and give me a hand, diaper girl.” Sandra’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and attempting to regain at least a little of her lost footing, albeit in a light-hearted manner, she put her hands on her hips in mock outrage. “Josie not play nice, you big meanie. No more making fun.” She accused in her angry, practiced, infantile voice, which up until this moment had been restricted exclusively to solo playtime. Josie laughed with astonished delight. “Okay, okay. Just set the table, Cassandra. No teasing, I promise.” Surprised and pleased by the use of her real first name, Sandra grabbed the necessary plates and silverware. To an outsider it might have looked like a little girl trying to make her Mommy proud, but Sandra didn’t recognize the parallel, not consciously anyway. Although, if she really thought about it, her real mother was the only one who ever called her Cassandra, and only then just on occasion. To most family members and friends, she was always just Sandy, to professional colleagues, Sandra. The pair spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other’s company, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. The yummy dinner gave way to re-watching a favorite tear jerker, followed by mutual admonitions that they’d better get to bed before it got to late. As they took turns brushing their teeth in the shared bathroom, Sandra became self-conscience of her diapered state as she viewed herself and her fully clothed companion side by side in the vanity mirror. The last one to finish the nightly ritual, Sandra wasn’t too surprised to find Josie waiting for her in her bedroom. “It’s time for bed little Sandy.” Josie pulled back the comforter, smiling as her new diaper baby dutifully climbed under the covers. “Thanks for everything. Good night, Josie.” Sandra said, looking up at her best friend. “Happy Birthday, baby. Good night.” Josie said, reaching down to tickle the giggling woman’s chin. She crossed the room and turned off the light, leaving the door open as she left the room. Sandra stared up at the ceiling and waited. Finally hearing Josie’s bedroom door close, Sandra did something she usually only did on nights when she couldn’t fall asleep. She rolled onto her side, nestling her cheek on the pillow and brought a hand to her mouth. As the diaper clad woman began sucking her thumb with groggy dedication, the faint rhythmic noise soothed her to sleep. It had been a long day and Sandra was all tuckered out. **** Josie’s alarm went off at 7:30 AM and she hit the snooze button, but upon further consideration of the day ahead, she reached up and shut the damn thing off. Stumbling out of her room, she made the daily pilgrimage to the magic coffee machine, only absent mindedly noticing that Sandra’s bedroom door was half way open. A few minutes later while praising the invention of electric timers as she took the first sip, Josie suddenly became energized by remembrance of the previous day’s events. She hurried back towards the bedrooms and peered inside Sandy’s room. The woman was gone of course, perhaps already sitting at her desk in the front of classroom 201, ready to dole out the daily literature assignments to the next generation. What a trooper. Josie frowned. While pleased that she now had unfettered access to Sandra’s domain, she was still appalled by the clutter within. At that moment the only thing equaling the affection she felt for her bestie, was the desire to crack the whip and make little Miss Messy Pants clean up her room. My work is never done, thought Josie with a sly smile, as she traipsed back toward the kitchen.

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Most of what my boyfriend has done to overcome his shy bladder is repeated exposure to the situations that are difficult for him to pee in; it was especially difficult to pee around coworkers at work and out in public. He would get to the point where he was relaxing to pee, but right before he was able to go, he'd clench up and not be able to go anymore. He went through that enough times, over and over again, that eventually, he was finally able to relax and be able to go without clenching. Once it happened the first time, it started happening more and more. Over time, it became much easier to pee around coworkers or in public, though he still has occasional difficulties. He has also dabbled with using alarms, which he stated helped a lot with understanding how things work and feel down there. Every time his alarm went off, he would pee and drink fluids. Just being conscious about peeing regularly made it easier for him to stay relaxed from one wetting to the next and the extra fluid intake meant extra practice (and soggier diapers of course). He doesn't always use the alarms but he's been keeping up on the increased fluids as it's helping him remember how to stay relaxed. He adds that he tries to keep up on training since he's noticed when he's stopped, he feels like he had taken a few steps back in progress. Another aspect that was hard for him, and can still be a challenge, is wetting while laying down. He was able to do that for the first time only after being in diapers 24/7 for a year. What it really took for him to pee while laying down was to just lay there until it happened, and then keep practicing it regularly. At first, he would lay for up to an hour and still not be able to go. He would get frustrated and bare down to make himself pee, which would work but it wasn't really helping with the relaxing. After multiple attempts spanning over a few months, he was finally able to stay relaxed and pee without baring down. This position is still hard for him, especially since he isn't able to practice it as much; he rarely wets at night and after waking up, is out of bed before he needs to go. He's happy he can actually relax and pee while laying down, which is a big step away from where he was, but still feels like there's progress to be made. I have been going for dual incontinence and I'm pretty much messy every day. My bowel habits haven't really changed; I'm always having a bowel movement in the morning after I wake up. There's been a couple of occasions where I will have a second mess, but that's usually in the evenings and after I have came home from work. How it usually happens is, while in bed, I start to feel pressure build but it's not enough to mess while laying down. I'm relaxed all the time so once I stand up, gravity takes over, pressure builds, and my body pushes the mess out right away. I'm always surprised with how much the body takes over and pushes out the mess. More recently though, I've found that it's taking less pressure to produce a bowel movement, which has resulted in a few messy diapers while still in bed. Just this morning, I woke up a few hours before I was going to actually roll out of bed with the urge to mess. I stayed relaxed, thinking the urge will pass since gravity wasn't able to help pull it out. That wasn't the case, as soon as I thought that, I felt my stomach cramp and the mess start to fill my diaper. On an unrelated potty note, I had another episodes of dribbles while getting out of the shower! This is the second time this has happened. Hopefully this becomes more of a regular occurrence. I'll be keeping an extra towel handy around the shower now. I also had an episode of urge incontinence while laughing. My boyfriend and I were browsing through funny stuff on reddit when we got to a particularly funny post. I laughed so hard I started gushing pee with each laugh. It then turned into a steady stream until my bladder emptied. Unfortunately, I didn't think to save the post. It would have been interesting to see if it made anyone else pee their pants .

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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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Had a strong urge to poop this morning. So I put a couple suppositories in and diapered up. I held it in until I couldn't hold it any longer. Now I've been sitting here for a few hours in a really messy diaper. It feels soooooo gooood!!!!

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She had had a few drinks but was still very sober, she just needed to calm her nerves after hearing of her husband’s infidelity. She had known that Ritchie had been wild before he had suffered regression and that he liked to “play the field” as he put it. She was sure it had ended when Ritchie had grown up for the second time, she had been certain that he had a new perspective on life. She had been wrong. Putting her head to the nursery door, Linda could hear the distinct sounds of her husband snoring. She slowly and silently pushed the door open a crack and looked inside. The two padded men were both asleep, laying at opposite ends of the crib. Linda could see that Steven’s diaper was soaked but was unable to see the state of her husband. Like a burglar, Linda snuck over to the shelves next to the changing table and placed a CD in the small stereo. She covered her own ears with a set of ear muffs and then pressed play. She kept the volume relatively low but wanted to make sure the boys could hear it. She left the room and closed the door as stealthily as when she had entered. Linda could hear her husband snoring through the door when she removed her ear muffs. She smiled as she walked down the hallway to her own bedroom knowing that Ritchie would regret ever going back to his old ways. --- Steven was the first to wake up the next morning. He had fallen asleep before his brother and he woke up to the silence of the nursery, the only sound was his brother’s heavy breathing as he slept. Steven couldn’t help himself as he sat up, he leaned over to look at Ritchie’s diaper. Steven didn’t know what he expected. He didn’t expect Ritchie to still be struggling from his regression but it was rather annoying to know that he didn’t need these diapers at all when Steven had struggled with them so much. It was around fifteen minutes of mostly silence until Linda walked into the nursery in her dressing gown. Despite everything that had happened, Steven was still pleased to see her since it meant he would be allowed out of the crib. After the previous day Steven was desperate to get out of the confined bed. “Morning, boys.” Linda said as she stepped into the room with a smile. She walked straight over to the stereo to make sure it was off. She had planned for it to stop playing roughly an hour before she would come in. She was confident that things were going well. With some luck the boys would never know what was hitting them. “He… He…” Steven frowned as he tried to force the words out, “Hewwo.” Steven’s eyes flew wide. Did he just talk like a toddler again? He hadn’t done that for a long time. This was a very scary thing for someone who had been struggling to grow up again. The noise and commotion had woken up Ritchie who rubbed his eyes. He saw his wife in the room and quickly sat up. As angry and scared as he was Ritchie was glad to see the diaper was still dry. He quickly sat up and looked out at Linda, his lip trembled from emotion. He felt sorrow and remorse over what he had done, certainly he had learned his lesson. “Linda, I’m so… I’m so…” Ritchie started openly crying. He cried so hard that he couldn’t get his words out. It wasn’t the cry of an adult, it was the wail of a toddler who had been caught. “There, there.” Linda cooed as she walked over and lowered the side of the crib, “It’ll be OK.” Linda grabbed Linda’s hand and assisted him down from the crib. He wanted to hug his wife, have her console him but when she let his hand go and stepped back Ritchie found himself swaying unsteadily. He quickly dropped down on to his knees and then fell forward so that his hands supported him. He felt so weak, something must be going on. “Steven? Do you need a diaper change?” Linda asked sweetly. “Ye… Yeth.” Steven lisped. What was wrong with his speech? Linda grabbed Steven’s hand and walked him to the changing table. As she lifted him up she could hardly believe how successful the tape had been. She had been told that those messaged before were incredibly susceptible to it happening again but this was progress like she couldn’t dream of. Linda quickly pulled the tapes off Steven’s diaper and lowered the front. The only sounds in the room were her husband’s confused sniffles and the crinkling of diapers. Ritchie was trying to stand up, he kept getting up to his knees but his muscles just wouldn’t support him. On the third failed attempt he landed on his padded rear quite hard and immediately fell the familiar feeling of urine spurting into his diaper without his control. He frowned again, what the hell was going on? “You should just stay on all fours.” Linda recommended, “A lot safer for a baby like you.” Ritchie turned around and looked up at Linda with his tear filled eyes. He was confused but starting to put things together. He heard his brother’s speech and felt his own deterioration… Linda was messaging the pair of them. He looked up at the stereo with accusatory eyes. “Well done.” Linda said coldly, “You’ve worked it out.” Ritchie could hardly believe his wife would have done it but when he looked into her cold eyes he knew it was the truth. This was a side of Linda he had never seen before, it was very scary. Linda placed a new diaper underneath Steven and taped it up. Lifting the younger man off the table, Linda looked over at her husband. “Your diaper can wait till later.” Linda declared after inspecting the padding with her eyes, “Steven, bring your brother to the kitchen for breakfast.” Linda walked out of them room with a wide smile. She had known as soon as she heard that Ritchie had cheated what she was going to do. She would be lying if she hadn’t investigated subliminal messaging, after everything that had happened, how could she not? “Sit at the table and I will be out with food soon.” Linda instructed as she walked in to the kitchen. Linda had done her research and found out that this subliminal messaging was a bigger thing than she thought and, just to experiment, she had made one that made the suggestion to Ritchie that he should allow his brother to grow up. When he had come home from his mother’s house a few days later and told Linda he had followed the hidden command she knew it was very legit. After locking Ritchie and Steven in the crib the previous night it had been simple for her to go to the computer and create a new tape. The message was simply designed to regress both boys before Karen came home and it was working better than Linda could ever have hoped for. “She’s messaging us!” Ritchie whispered, “I can’t believe it!” Steven was less incredulous than his brother. He had seen Linda’s nasty side before and he wasn’t overly surprised that the scorned woman was capable of this. Breakfast was a quiet affair. Ritchie begged for forgiveness but when it became clear Linda wasn’t listening to his pleas he stopped talking and despondently ate the cereal he was given. His weak limbs made it hard to coordinate but he managed to eat most of the food without incident. Following breakfast Ritchie got his already soaked diaper changed before both boys were left in front of the television with a bunch of toys whilst Linda stayed on the computer in the bedroom. For a week this was the routine. Diaper changes and boredom as they were left listening to the tinkling baby tunes that hid the insidious message. Slowly but surely the messaging caused the men to descend back to toddlerhood. Steven was despondent as all the progress that months and months of hard work had brought him were being undone in a matter of days. Watching his brother regressing next to him just compounded the misery as neither of them had the strength to fight it off. Steven’s speech was the first thing to go. His words became more and more slurred until he realised that Linda was really struggling to understand him. At that point he just decided it was better not to talk at all. After a week he wasn’t sure what state his voice would be in if he attempted to communicate but he suspected he could babble at best. Steven’s strength went next. He had never been the strongest person in the world but now his limbs felt so heavy and uncoordinated that any and all movement was made difficult. After a week of this messaging a lot of Steven’s days were spent playing with the baby toys around him. He never moved far and with Ritchie usually right next to him, they listlessly watched cartoons on the television all day. The messaging must have been strong and Steven would have been impressed if it weren’t being used on him, and the two brothers were left much more helpless than they had been before. The last vestiges of Steven’s adulthood slipped away for the second time when what little control he had regained of his bladder and bowels evaporated. It was strange that it was weak when the messaging started and yet was the last thing Steven noticed going. He didn’t ask but he assumed Ritchie had experienced a similar decline, neither of them really spoke now, it was pointless since they couldn’t really understand each other. The regression was stronger than Steven could believe. It made what he had done with his own messaging seem like child’s play. He couldn’t believe how much he had changed. Without being able to properly move, talk or do anything for himself he was left completely helpless as was his brother. Steven’s situation was rendered even worse by the fact that despite the decline in all of his functions, he could still think rationally. It was horrible to witness your own decline and knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it. “Diaper check time!” Linda’s sing-song voice pierced the quiet living room and Steven turned his head to see her walk out of the kitchen. Steven thought that Linda must have gone completely insane when she found out Ritchie had cheated on her. She smiled toothily as she walked over to the boys. Linda leaned down and whilst staring at Steven in the eye she cupped the padding against Steven’s crotch and felt that the younger man was soaked. “Lin… Lin…” Ritchie had crawled over and was screwing his face up in deep concentration, “Ple… Ugh, Please…” “Wow.” Linda responded with a look of wonder on her face, “Is that the best you can do? Go on… Say your own name. If you can say your name I’ll stop this. Go on, say it for mommy!” “Ri… Ri…” Ritchie was going red in the face with the effort. Steven looked at his older brother with both hope and scepticism. When Ritchie saw him struggle he felt disappointed for him and wanted him to just quit trying. “Rit…” Richie continued to try even though it was clear his mouth wouldn’t respond to his brain. The frustration became a little much for the regressed man and he started sobbing as tears filled his eyes. Steven climbed on to his hands and knees and scooted himself across the floor. Despite all of their differences and all of the problems they had caused each other they were still brothers. They were in this together and Steven felt Ritchie’s frustrations. With his padded rear in the air and plastic crinkling coming from his butt Steven crawled to Ritchie and wrapped his arms around him. Steven squeezed his brother with silent comfort as he heard Ritchie sniff and squeeze him back. “How sweet…” Linda snarled sarcastically, “You two are as bad as each other. Come on, you need a diaper change.” Steven was pulled away from his brother and he whimpered as he was carried away to the nursery. Since the two of them had started suffering this enforced regression they really only had each other. No one else understood them or knew what was happening, the two brothers were forced to be close by their situation. Linda laid Steven down on the changing table and he could do little but scowl as the diaper was removed and replaced with a new one. He was rather embarrassed by the whole procedure, especially since in the last couple of days Linda had started talking to him like an actual baby during times like these. There was one thing that kept both the brothers feeling hopeful. At some point, and it would be soon, Karen would be coming home from her vacation to pick Steven up. How would Linda explain what had happened? It was a small shred of hope that he could cling to when he didn’t have much of anything left. --- The days soon started rolling into each other and the two regressed boys lost track of the time. Every day was the exact same. Wake up, diaper changes, breakfast, play, diaper change, nap, diaper change, play, dinner, play, diaper change, bed. The routine was mind numbing and yet neither of the men had even the slightest hope of resisting. Steven had to do mental puzzles to keep himself entertained, he didn’t want to lose his mental capacity when it was the last thing he had left. He just had to keep himself going until his mom got home and rescued him from this mad woman. Steven could smell that Ritchie had soiled himself and knew that the older brother had been sitting in his own mess for some time. It wasn’t unusual for Linda to leave either of them in soiled padding longer than was really necessary. The smell didn’t bother Steven all that much by this point, he was too busy trying not to drool on himself to care about what was going on in his brother’s diaper. It was the middle of the afternoon when there was a sudden knock on the door. Something that hadn’t happened since Ritchie’s affair had left. Steven didn’t know whether to feel hope or dread, this could be salvation or humiliation. Linda hurried past the two boys who were staring at the door from in front of the television. She looked through the little spyhole in the door and a smile spread across her face. “Karen! Welcome home!” Linda said happily as she opened the door and hugged the incoming woman. “Good to be home.” Karen said with a giggle as she returned the hug. Steven and Ritchie saw their mother walk through the door. She was a little browner than usual, no doubt having caught the sun, and looked happy as she returned the hug. “Mama!” Steven babbled. He got on to his hands and knees with his diaper swaying behind him, he shuffled across the carpet so fast he nearly gave himself a carpet burn. He clung to his mom’s leg like it was a piece of debris after a shipwreck. This was it. There was no way that Karen would be happy with what Linda had done, finally it was time for justice and getting back to growing up again. Steven was confused when he didn’t hear his mom questioning what was going on or making any movement to pick Steven up. He let go of the strong leg and sat back on his wet butt as he looked up and just saw a judging stare looking back at him. “I see you were correct with what you said over the phone.” Karen said coldly to Linda as the former looked over to Ritchie, naked except for the obviously messy diaper. Steven frowned and looked to Ritchie. What was going on? Why wasn’t mom whisking them out of this horrible place? “It happened a lot quicker than I expected.” Linda replied, “All of it was a lot quicker than I expected. Come in and sit down, I’ll make us some coffee.” Karen strode away from Steven and planted herself on the couch. Steven looked at Ritchie as if he had any idea what was going on, Ritchie seemed as confused as Steven was. Steven crawled back into the room and sat next to the couch in confused silence as Linda walked back in with coffee. “How did this happen?” Karen asked coolly. “He broke the rules.” Linda said as she stared a hole through Ritchie, “He… Cheated on me.” Ritchie looked at the ground in shame. It was hard to know what he was causing the most discomfort, the diaper or his mom hearing of his affair. “Oh, honey.” Karen said with sympathy, “I’m so sorry.” “I know, I know… And you were right.” Linda replied, “He wasn’t ready. He looked like an adult and sounded like an adult but he is still a boy.” Ritchie wiped a tear from his eye. Steven was just confused and wondering what any of this had to do with him. “So you did what we planned?” Karen asked. The answer seemed pretty obvious since she could see and smell the results. “Yes. When Steven told me what was going on I started our plan. It’s worked better than I could ever have hoped.” Linda answered as she sipped her coffee. The two women were talking about the infantilised pair of men as if this was normal. We? Our? It was slowly dawning on Steven in his mentally clouded state that his own mother had been complicit in this treatment. Steven’s eyes went wide with fear as he realised his saviour was actually just another person enforcing this treatment. “I started the tape playing later that day.” Linda smiled, “You wouldn’t believe how quickly they regressed!” “I can see it has been quite dramatic…” Karen replied as she looked at her boys who were in shock, “Much faster than before.” “Yeah, the message we had prepared was much more effective than Steven’s one. It’s a good job we had it ready.” “Mama?” Ritchie asked from across the room. It was clear to everyone he was on the verge of tears. “Ritchie, sweetie…” Karen finished her coffee and turned to her older son, “I was never totally convinced you were fully mature after the regression, the way you treated Steven for instance, I had at least an inkling that you weren’t ready for adult responsibility.” “So me and your mother had a talk and decided that if you proved that you weren’t as mature as you should have been that we would regress you again and start over.” Linda concluded. Steven and Ritchie were horrified. All of this horrid treatment was planned by both these treacherous women. Neither of them had known the scrutiny they were under. How could these people they trust play with their lives as if they were dolls? “One thing I have to ask.” Karen turned back to Linda and ignored her shocked offspring, “How come Steven has also got the full blast?” “He knew all about Ritchie’s cheating.” Linda said coldly as she lied to Karen, “When I caught my husband and this other woman, Steven was in there with them.” “No!” Steven hit the floor with his fists as he shouted, “No! No! No!” “Then what happened, Steven?” Linda asked the younger man. Steven coughed and spluttered but he could only babble uselessly. The frustration he felt when he saw his mom frown at him was unbelievable and yet all he could do was cry like a baby. He could think of the words but he couldn’t make himself say them. Steven looked through his tears and saw Linda’s hate-filled glare. She had never liked him and had always been looking for revenge for Steven’s regression of Ritchie. Steven could hardly believe she was going this far but he realised in that moment that this crazy woman had no level she wouldn’t stoop to. “I see.” Karen said to Linda as she ignored Steven’s pitiful wails, “So what’s next?” “Well… If it’s OK with you I would like to send them both home to you.” Linda said drawing a gasp from Ritchie. “Both of them?” Karen asked in clarification. “Yes. I think they both need a long treatment of regression and recovery and I think their own mother is the best person to give it to them.” Linda suggested, “To be frank, I’ve already contacted my lawyer for a divorce.” It was Ritchie’s turn to start crying now as he reached out for Linda in his still messy diaper. It was like his whole world had fallen in on him. “I understand.” Karen replied simply, “Well, if you want to carry Ritchie down, I’ll take Steven.” Linda nodded and she didn’t hesitate to stand and pick up her soon-to-be ex-husband. Steven hugged her and bawled as she carried him towards the door. He was making a lot of noise and it seemed like everyone in the building would come out to see what was causing it. He didn’t care though as he tried to beg Linda for forgiveness in baby talk. “What a mess…” Karen said when Linda and Ritchie had disappeared down the hall, “Come on sweetie.” Karen lifted Steven into the air and held him to her chest. Steven couldn’t believe he was going to be kept like this again, and for how long? He felt like it would drive him mad this time. All because of a lie, he hadn’t been involved in Ritchie’s fling but he had no way of letting anyone know, even if he did they wouldn’t believe him. He was a prisoner of his own infantile body. As Steven was carried towards the front door he felt a pressure suddenly build in his bowels. Steven couldn’t fight it even if he wanted to and with little to no input he felt a hot, sticky mush push out of his body and into his already wet padding. He cried and clutched his mom as he soiled his diaper like a baby and was carried away to babyhood again.

Relaxed

Chapter Nine Cammi stared at the door for a long time, but decided against it. Jo had been so sad when she had said she was going out alone. Her Amazon just didn't seem to understand that her new body came with an incredible amount of new energy. And she hadn't really taken the time to explore it. She stripped off her dress, dropping it on the floor, then her bra as well - leaving a line of clothes to the bathroom, where she stood in front of the mirror in only her thick, pink, wet diaper. The image was strange to her... Littles, at least native Littles, didn't have curves like these - the Portal Littles in the movies often did but who knew whether that was surgery or not. Sure, she had breasts, but not like these. And her waist looked smaller, her collarbones more defined. She looked like... well, like Jo. Her high blonde pigtails fell just past her shoulders, until out of curiosity she reached up and untied them, letting her hair cascade down until the tips tickled her nipples. She had once caught Frederick with a magazine... a magazine full of naked Amazons. She hadn't understood the allure, they would never be interested in him as a sexual partner, he was a Little. He had gotten defensive and yelled at her, saying it was only a fantasy, that he didn't actually want to be intimate with an Amazon, that he knew he was a Little and that he loved Littles... and her. Looking at herself now in the mirror, she understood it a little more. Her breasts were fuller, she cupped them with her larger hands, her long, lithe fingers - they were more than a handful for sure, whereas she was used to only having a handful. She had considered herself attractive before, she never had any trouble getting a boy's eye growing up, but now... now she was beautiful. The diaper looked quite out of place on her Amazon body. She turned in the mirror, looking at how it poofed out around her butt, smooth and round. She ran a hand along the pink plastic, just enjoying the feeling. She loved her diapers, and these - while not as thick as her personal favorites back home - were soft and comfy when they were dry and warm and squishy when they were wet. And then a thought struck her. She slipped over to Jo's sleeping form and started unbuttoning her jeans. Gently, slowly, carefully... she didn't want to wake Jo up. She slipped Joanna's jeans off delicately, and then her panties. Jo stirred and grumbled as those slipped off, but Cammi was lucky... she didn't wake up. Cammi held up her Amazon's trim blue panties... so thin, so flimsy - it was hard to imagine that she'd ever worn anything like these, it seemed like a different life altogether. She slipped quietly off the bed and reached into the bag of diapers, pulling out one of the delightfully soft pink rectangles. She unfolded it carefully... and started to slide it under Jo's bottom. And Jo sat up. "What," she said fiercely, anger flashing in her eyes as she saw the open diaper in Cammi's hands, "Do you think you are doing?" "I uh.. um," Cammi stammered, stepping backwards but Jo caught her by the wrist and before Cammi knew it, she was over Jo's knee. Three hard swats stung against the backs of her left thigh - Jo was serious, these weren't swats on the diaper. "I'm sorry! I just thought you might like how it feels!" "Amazons," she growled, "Do NOT wear diapers, do you understand me?" Three swats landed on her right thigh in rapid succession - Jo managed to hit the exact same spot three times in a row, and tears came to Cammi's eyes. "Yes mommy! I'm sorry mommy!" "You are never this naughty at home, Cammi - what has gotten into you?" she lifted the girl and set her gently on the bed while she picked up her panties from the floor. "I've never missed your crib more in my life. What did you think you were doing?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Cammi sobbed, the feeling that she had let Jo down hurt far worse than the stinging of her backside, "I just wondered... I wondered what you would look like in one, I wondered if you would like how it feels." "Amazons," Jo repeated sternly, as she pulled her underwear and pants back on, "do not wear diapers. Littles do." "You sound like the Littles in this dimension," she said quietly, a little afraid to speak up but unable to keep the thought to herself. Jo's expression softened, and she sat back down on the bed next to Cammi and pulled the girl into her lap. "I suppose I do," she admitted, smiling, the loving softness of her voice returning. "It's just not a thing that's done, sweetling. Diapers are for Littles - no matter what their size is. Do you think I'm secretly a Little?" "No," Cammi giggled, "You're my big strong mommy." "That's right," Jo squeezed the naked girl, "Littles need someone to take care of them." "Well that's not true," Cammi objected, "There are lots of Independent Littles and they get by just fine." "You're right, sweetie - I don't mean to denigrate the Independent Littles. You gave me a wonderful gift by letting yourself need me. The truth is, I needed you." "I needed you too," Cammi agreed, "You were there for me in a way no one ever was before, Jo. You held me when I cried, you laughed with me... I love you so much." "I love you too, you silly Little. Now who are diapers for?" "Me!" Cammi giggled, leaning her weight onto Jo, causing the woman to lay back on the bed. Jo's hand slid down Cammi's bare back, her fingertips trailing that soft skin. She traced down the small of Cammi's back, rolling the girl on her side and patting her diapered bottom before continuing down her long legs.. she had to admit that there was an appeal to Cammi's new body... and down to her bare ankle. "Cammi," Jo said, her voice thick with concern, "Where's your anklet? The one the travel department gave you? Did you take it off?" "Um," Cammi frowned, sitting up, "No mommy... I remember I still had it after we ran, it felt a little slippery from the sweat. I guess... I guess it fell off?" "Shit," Jo cursed, startling Cammi with her intensity, "That's Amazon tech. Come on, we need to get you dressed. We need to find it before someone else does. Hopefully it's still on the ground somewhere between here and the aquarium." * * * The two of them strode through the lobby, Cammi trailing behind with Jo leading her by the wrist. "Ma'am," William signaled in an attempt to get their attention as they blew through the lobby and past the front desk, but he failed. They were out the door in a moment - their search had begun. They walked all the way back to the aquarium together, and then began the tedious task of retracing their steps. Cammi was cranky and tired by the time they had slowly searched every place they had been that day... and Jo's nerves were starting to fray at her whining. "Cammi," Jo found herself saying in a warning tone after the girl complained about her tired legs for the thirtieth time, "Your whining is not helping us." "Hey, I've been helping," Cammi was instantly defensive, "I'm looking just as hard as you... I'm just not used to walking around as much as you are." "You were fine when you wanted to race," Jo pointed out callously. Cammi stopped walking altogether, looking wounded. "Baby, I'm sorry," Jo said softly, seeing the tears start in Cammi's eyes, "I'm sorry, Mommy's legs are tired too. Let's go relax in the room and I'll see if the little computer they gave me has some advice on what to do, okay? I'm sorry I got cross with you baby. Okay?" Cammi could only nod, she was choking back tears as Jo took her by the hand and led her gently toward the hotel. "I also wish I could carry you," Jo said softly, "I wish I could scoop you up and cradle you in my arms and snuggle you and rock you and make all your big sad feelings better." Cammi did not look mollified as Jo took her wrist gently and led her back to the hotel. William spotted them immediately and called again, rushing over. "Ms. Fabron," he ran over to the couple with a small box, "Here are the items you requested." He held out the box, worried for the pair - Ms. Fabron looked quite upset and possibly angry, where her partner Camille looked positively distraught. "Also, a young man came in here earlier holding something that looked quite similar to the bracelet you were wearing on your ankle... " "When?" Jo demanded, a little too strongly. "A few hours ago.. " "Thank you William. Can you tell me what he looked like? Do you know him?" Jo frowned. Great, she thought, I really hope that little computer has some answers, because I have no idea how to track someone down in this place. "I didn't know him," William said apologetically, "He was a smaller man, perhaps early twenties, brown hair in a somewhat haphazard shaggy cut, clean shaven, lean build. I'm afraid I don't have any more information than that." "You've been wonderful, William. I really appreciate your help." "It's my pleasure, ma'am," William looked to the girl and reached into his pocket, producing a candy sucker, "For you, young miss?" This felt really odd to him because the girl Cammi was pretty close to his own, he was sure. The front desk kept a jar of these small lollipops for children and he thought that maybe... The sadness in Cammi's eyes vanished as she lit up with a positively childlike joy, taking the sucker and bouncing up and down a bit. William blushed a bit, both at the girl's unabashed joy over something so simple, and the bouncing of her bosom. "Thank you, Mr. William!" Cammi beamed... and before Jo could even open her mouth, the wrapper was off and the candy between her lips. Jo looked a little cross, it was considered rude to offer candy to someone's Little directly instead of to the Amazon parent, but there was no way William could know that. She'd mention it if it happened again, there was no sense in making him feel embarrassed or making Cammi feel sad about it. She tucked the small box under one arm and led Cammi, much happier now, to the elevator.. and William could see the faintest hint of a pink diaper sagging beneath the hem of her skirt. Did she... surely she didn't... * * * Jo had opened the box they got from William and gave the large pacifier to her precious Little, turning the television on to some cartoon animals, one that was chasing the other with various implements of destruction, and fishing out the minicomp from the bags. After finishing the research, and a diaper change for Cammi, they set out for dinner... and recon. Jo had learned from the mini-computer that her own traveller card and the minicomp could be used to track down the bracelet in the event that the Little wearing it got separated. It didn't seem to have any insight as to why the bracelet had come off, but at least they should be able to retrieve it. As long as the young man who picked it up was not also a tourist... the thought made Jo feel nervous. The bracelet itself didn't do much, but she wasn't a technology specialist - who knows what a primitive society of Littles like this one could learn from that simple device, just in the way it was designed and manufactured. She would be in quite a bit of trouble if she didn't return with it, the travel contract was quite clear on that. Their makeshift radar indicated that the bracelet was still nearby, and they followed the signal together on foot. "We're like spies," Cammi giggled, "Secret Agent Mommy and Secret Agent Cammi, going to find the bad guys and save the day." Jo was incredibly thankful when the minicomp signaled that the bracelet was actually in a nearby restaurant called Wild Philly Wings, which Jo learned that the place served nothing but chicken nuggets in a wide variety of sauces. She shook her head once again at the overwhelming Littleness of the entire dimension. They placed their order, honey barbecue flavored for Cammi and something called 'spicy Philly' for Jo, who had to admit that the spicy cuisine of the dimension was pretty good, even though it tended to be a little sweet as well. Jo kept one eye on the minicomp the entire time... the bracelet was stationary, after their waiter had wandered off and Cammi had started coloring on the menu with the provided crayons, she scanned the room for someone that matched the description William had given. And it didn't take her long. Sure enough, there was a young man sitting three tables over, eating a basket of the chicken nuggets with a fork, sauce smeared a bit around his mouth... and Cammi's bracelet on his left wrist. Jo frowned, it turned out that finding the bracelet might be much easier than retrieving it - how was she supposed to confront this young man without tipping her hand?

As a note, I am now open to the idea of commissions. If anyone wants me to write a particular story for them then send me a message on the forum or chat (where I can usually be found). Chapter 8 - Discipline and Defiance Sarah was rudely awoken the next morning by the sound of her alarm buzzing in the semi-darkness of the room. She slowly stirred from her slumber and reached up with her hand to turn the alarm off. Slowly and with great effort she pushed herself up into sitting position and looked at the clock with squinted eyes to see it was 6am. Time to get up and get herself ready for work. Sarah got up and headed into the bathroom for her morning shower and trip to the toilet. Once, done and dried she headed back to the bedroom and started getting dressed for the day. She had to leave the lighter more relaxed clothes she had been wearing over the weekend behind in exchange for a more business looking suit to wear to work. She opened the bedroom door a few minutes later with her hair and make-up done and looking much more stern in her suit, a look she needed to have some authority amongst her students. It was upon opening the door this second time and being much more awake than the first time that she noticed that the note she had previously taped on the door the last night was now laying on the floor. Seeing this reminded Sarah of her husband’s rule breaking last night when he hadn't returned before 9pm as she had instructed. Sarah walked over to the spare bedroom where the door was pushed closed but not locked, she put her ear to the door and could hear snoring. "At least he came home at all" Sarah though tersely. Sarah pushed the door open and surveyed the scene in front of her. Nick was lying on his bed face up on the bed, uncovered and snoring loudly with a trail of drool coming out the side of his mouth and down on to the pillow his head was resting on. The first thing Sarah noticed was that Nick was not padded. This invoked a surge of anger in Sarah, she had only been awake a matter of minutes and already Nick was annoying her. Could she really not trust him to even put a nappy on by himself? She started striding over toward the bed ready to confront her husband when she stepped on the pile of clothes that Nick was wearing yesterday. She felt a cool dampness on her foot. "Surely he didn't..." Sarah thought to herself. Sarah paused for a second, bent over and picked up the clothes, tossing the shirt aside Sarah picked up the trousers. They were soaked. All down the legs were a huge wet patch that smelled unmistakably like urine. What she also noticed from holding up the trousers was the lack of a nappy. She kicked the small clothes pile over to confirm the absence of the absorbent underwear. Seeing nothing in the pile of clothes and plainly seeing that Nick wasn't wearing it she could only assume at some point yesterday after he had left he had removed the nappy, something she expressly said not to do. She dropped the trousers and took the couple of steps over to the bed where Nick was. She noted the nappy on the bed was open but had clearly not been worn, she could still see the creases where it had been folded up, she knew a worn one would look more rounded. Nick had failed to get the nappy on, though from the look of things he hadn't tried particularly hard. She would have laughed at Nicks failure to do such a simple task if she wasn't getting so rapidly annoyed with her husband’s disobedience and failure to do even the easiest things she asked of him. She also noted from looking down at Nicks crotch that although the nappy was somewhat wet, the bed around it was much, much wetter. It looked like the nappy had contained just a small fraction of the wetness, it would have made little difference if the nappy was there or not because the rest of the bed around that area was soaked. By this point though Sarah was long past feeling sorry for Nick and his night time problems. Nicks continuing disobedience and lack of ownership of his problem had eroded away any sympathy Sarah once had. This was too much and Sarah acted without thinking. She grabbed Nicks side and rolled him over towards the edge of the bed where she was standing, he was in such a deep sleep it didn't even wake him. Sarah didn't even hesitate, she raised her arm up in the air and brought it down hard, though not with all of her strength. SMACK! The noise rang out around the room, louder than Sarah had been expecting but it didn't cause her to pause as she raised her arm up again and brought it down again. SMACK! Nick suddenly woke up confused. It took a split second to register what was going on as he started crying out in pain a little bit. "Hey what's going-" Nick started to say alarmed. "Shut up!" Sarah just shouted back. As she continued spanking Nicks backside. She was like a woman possessed. As spank after spank rained down on Nicks rear end. She was hitting with her full force, but it was more than enough to be leaving its mark on her husband who was squirming under her as he tried to get away from his wife’s fury. Nick started trying to roll away from the swatting but found he was being rather tightly secured in place by Sarah’s other hand. He could feel his bottom getting sore as his wife continued her assault on his butt. He kept struggling without any success of getting away and could feel his eyes tearing up a little bit, partly from the pain, but also from the shock of going from deep sleep to this so quickly. Sarah eventually, after a minute or so, ran out of steam and finally relented. She had felt an almost primal urge to spank her husband after everything of the last few days and then last night staying out late and wetting the bed again. It felt very cathartic for Sarah, like a lot of tension she had built up had been released. Now she stood there with a slightly flushed face and breathing heavily. She took a step back and wiped her forehead of the sweat that had started to form there. She didn't want to mess up her make up just before heading to work. Nick just lay there; he was choking back tears a little bit but also still in shock at what just happened. His wife had just spanked him! The embarrassment and shock was much more powerful in his mind than the spanking had been, though he knew his rear end must be very red. He could feel heat radiating from where he had been spanked and a stinging pain that was slowly growing. There was silence for a moment whilst both people composed themselves. "What was that for?" Nick said, breaking the silence and sounded a mixture of angry, upset and humiliated. "I gave you one rule last night... What was it Nick?" Sarah said still annoyed but now calmer than she had been before her outburst. Though it felt like it wouldn't take much to get her angry again. "You said to be home by nine but it wasn't my fault I was late! I was about to leave to be home on time when the boys started laughing at me... So I stayed later." Nick complained only realising halfway through his explanation how pathetic his excuse sounded. "So you listen to your friends more than me? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you've been taking me for granted since we first met and I was too naive to know any better." Sarah said with a hint of bitterness in her voice. Nick looked down at the floor, he couldn't deny his wife’s sad but accurate accusation. He didn't know why he did it, he just didn't think about anyone’s feelings but his own in certain situations. It was a bad habit and he knew that, but it was a habit he was unable, or perhaps unwilling, to break. This behaviour had made his life a lot easier at the expense of those around him, most notably Sarah, and until recently she had never complained. "And where is your nappy from yesterday?" Sarah continued getting back to the point. Nick thought for a moment, before it hit him, when his wife locked the bedroom door it stopped him from sneaking in and grabbing a nappy and making it look like he had worn the whole day. The plan had felt so flawless yesterday, now he realised it wasn't as perfect as he thought it was. In fact, looking at the plan now, it seemed destined to fail. He hadn't thought far enough ahead and so had no clear plan to get a nappy on before his wife noticed. He didn't even realise last night that there would be a problem this morning when his lack of a nappy was revealed by his wife. "Well I, um, it just fell off when I was out." Nick argued rather weakly. He was still lying on his front too shocked by the sudden wake up, spanking and interrogation to have moved. Even now, when it was clear that he was in the wrong he couldn't help but make up an excuse to shift the blame off of himself and on to someone or something else. He was starting to think that maybe he had a problem with his compulsion to not accept blame. None of this internal monologue mattered to Sarah however. All she heard was her husband making up another pathetic excuse to make someone else the blame for his own actions. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Sarah had suddenly stepped forward after Nicks obvious lie and started going at him again. Sarah spanked Nick three times firmly on Nicks rapidly reddening behind. "Ow, hey, stop!" Nick said reaching back with his hand to try and prevent it. "Stop lying Nick, what happened to the nappy?" Sarah said getting flustered and aware she had to leave relatively soon for work. Her patience was wearing very thin. "OK, OK... " Nick said gently rubbing his sore bottom. "I took it off in the alley at the end of the street, I... I didn't want my mates finding out." Nick said looking at the floor. This was the truth, but why, he asked himself, had he made up a lie and tried to present that first? It was obvious before he said it that his wife would have seen right through it. Sarah was quiet for a moment, then she turned and walked toward the doorway. When she reached it she paused and turned back around. "I suggest you use the bathroom right now." She said rather cryptically, turning back to the landing and heading to her bedroom. Nick had no idea what she meant by that but he gingerly got out of bed and stood up, it was upon standing that he suddenly realised the pounding headache he had. A reminder of the previous day and the copious amounts of beer that was drank. It felt like every decision he made yesterday was bad for one reason or another. From losing his temper with Kirsty, to discarding his nappy, to drinking too much, to staying out late, to not putting on last night’s nappy properly. Every decision he made was a bad one. He shuffled his way to the bathroom trying to ignore the radiating pain in his buttocks and the pounding pain in his head to use the toilet. He started heading back to the spare bedroom after he finished when his wife stopped him and ushered him into her room. Nick was just starting to think that maybe his wife was letting him back into the bedroom to sleep when he noticed the open nappy lying toward the edge of the bed in the centre. Sarah motioned for him to lay down on the bed over the nappy. "You said I only had to do it yesterday." Nick whined but still stepping over to the bed to obey his wife. "I did, and you didn't exactly do that did you." Sarah said as Nick laid down over the nappy. "So now we try again today." Nick reached forward between his legs to grab the front of the nappy when Sarah slapped his hands away. Sarah saw this as a great opportunity to push things even further. She was going to take control of nappy changes. As annoyed as she was at Nick, every time he broke a rule it gave her an opportunity to move closer to her goal. So though she was angered by not being listened to she was equally happy to have the chance to escalate the situation and gain more control. "No Nick, to make sure it is done properly I will do it today." She said, she was growing in excitement after the spanking and now this but, with some difficulty, she managed to hide that fact. Sarah took the front of the crinkling disposable and started pulling it up over Nicks crotch, she noticed with a little satisfaction that Nick seemed slightly aroused. Sarah didn't think it was the treatment turning him on, but the fact that she was paying close attention to Nicks private area. Nick frequently complained that Sarah didn't do enough sexually with him and now the thought of leaving him a little frustrated in his thick padding caused Sarah a not insignificant amount of satisfaction. Nick just laid back as Sarah pulled the front of his new nappy over his crotch and started taping it up tight. This felt like a new low, now not only was he not trusted to use the bathroom properly, he was now not even trusted to put on his own nappy. "I'm not a baby, I can do this myself." Nick said scowling. "Well that is yet to be seen Nick. I keep trusting you with things and you keep messing up, you can't even keep a nappy on when I tell you to." Sarah said. She adopted a tone that suggested a mother having to explain the obvious to a difficult toddler who was struggling to potty train. Nick just laid there in silence as Sarah taped him up in his despised underwear. He was wondering how he was going to get out of this one. "OK Nick," Sarah said as she secured the last tape. "I hope you took the opportunity to use the bathroom because I'm locking the bathroom door and taking the key with me to work today." "But... But... Why?" Nick stuttered. "You have to get used to your nappy Nick. You have to stop immediately thinking about how to get out of it or how to avoid it. You have needed and yet failed to use a nappy for the last three nights, you even had an accident whilst awake yesterday, if your trousers are anything to go by, and you weren't prepared. Now... This nappy is to stay on no matter what, if it desperately needs changing you can text me and tell me so I can give you permission to change it, otherwise it is to remain taped on and if, or rather, when necessary it will be used." Sarah, having finished taping Nick up turned and headed out on to the landing. Nick laid there for a second processing this information, he increasingly turned red as he considered the possibilities. Even if he didn't drink at all during the day he would still need to pee at some point and his bowels were somewhat unpredictable at times he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't need to use the bathroom for that either. As Nick was pondering these thoughts he heard a little click from the hallway and realised that was the bathroom being locked. Sarah started heading downstairs, after all the excitement of this morning she had to get a move on before she ended up late for work. Nick stayed upstairs for a few more minutes before getting dressed in some tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt and then headed downstairs himself. As he entered the living room he saw his wife at the dining room table eating some toast and drinking some tea. Nick walked over to the computer and started booting it up. He was crinkling a lot but his ears were growing used to the sound so he was noticing it a lot less. He grimaced as he sat down at the computer desk, the padding helped with his sore bottom a bit but he still felt uncomfortable as the stinging intensified on contact with the chair. He did his best not to let it show that he was in pain. Sarah walked over with a plate of toast and a cup of tea for Nick and walked off to the bottom of the stairs to put her shoes and coat on, she came back in to the living room stepped up behind Nick and gave him a little peck on the cheek. "Listen, I want you to know that I spanked you earlier because you broke the rules and disrespected me OK? I love you, and remember what I said, if you want need to change then contact me at work, otherwise I expect to see a used nappy when I get home. It's important you learn it is OK to use it." Sarah said. She then gave him a little hug and turned and swiftly departed leaving Nick alone at home. Nick sat in silence for a little bit. He hoped more than expected he could keep his nappy clean and dry through the day. What would it say to his wife if he couldn't manage that in the day time? Nick shuddered as he considered what the result might be and started to prepare himself for what he expected to be a long battle. Nick ate the toast Sarah had left him but didn't touch the tea. It was almost inevitable that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from wetting his nappy during the day but he was certainly going to try to avoid it. Nick loaded up one of his favourite games and did what he always did in these situations and distracted himself from his ordeal by getting lost in a fantasy land. An hour later Sarah was pulling in to the school car park, it was 8:30am so she had a little bit of time to spare before her first class started at 9am. She headed inside and headed towards Jacks office. He always came in early specifically for if another teacher wanted to speak to him so Sarah knew he would be in. Lo and behold when Sarah arrived at Jacks office the door was open and Sarah could see Jack sitting at his desk inside. She had some reservations about going in after the odd encounter the previous Friday when he had held her hand but his expertise in psychology would be very useful right about now. Sarah saw the door was open but, knocked on it anyway to get Jacks attention. "Not right now I'm... Oh hi Sarah, come on in." Jack initially seemed dismissive of the visitor until he looked up from his papers to see it was Sarah standing at his door. Sarah walked in and sat down on the other side of Jacks desk. "Hi Jack." Sarah said with a small smile. "Hi Sarah, good to see you, can I get you a tea or anything?" Jack said. "No thanks. I actually came by to ask about something psychology related." Sarah said, she wasn't exactly sure how she was going to approach this subject. "OK, what's up?" Jack put down his pen and sat forward in his chair giving Sarah his full attention. "Well, this is all theoretical of course..." Sarah hesitated. "Have you ever heard of something like retraining a person by... Taking away their adult responsibilities and then maybe making them earn them back or something? Making them learn the proper way to behave." Sarah asked, she paused multiple times as she struggled to find the words she wanted to say without making why she was asking obvious. "Well a lot of psychology is about retraining people, taking things that aren't right and changing their way of thinking to make it right." Jack said, he stood up and walked around the desk and perched himself on one of the corners now much closer Sarah. "When you say taking away adult responsibilities, what do you mean exactly?" Jack continued. "Oh well... I don't know... This is all theoretical like I said... But maybe... You have a person who has bad habits, he is lazy, inconsiderate, selfish, a liar." Sarah stopped she was getting carried away and it was becoming clear this wasn't a hypothetical situation. She paused for a few seconds then continued. Sarah didn't see it but Jack raised an eyebrow at the little outburst, he thought he had a good idea of who Sarah was talking about. "So... You want to fix this person’s bad habits," Sarah continued, "and to do so you take away his responsibilities with the aim of re-training him." "Sounds a bit like a therapy I've heard, a controversial one called "Regression Therapy". Basically, you treat the patient as if he were a younger age and then essentially they relive certain parts of their childhood in the hope that it then influences their behaviour. Often done with hypnosis." Jack said recalling what he knew of regression therapy, which admittedly wasn't a great deal beyond an article in one of his text books that he hadn't read very often. Sarah thought "regression therapy" was a good name for it considering what was going on at home where she had a husband freshly spanked and in nappies! "Is it effective? Can it change behaviour?" Sarah asked, she was nervous and excited about talking about it but Jack was the best person to talk to about things like this. "It's hard to say." Jack replied leaning closer to Sarah "There hasn't been a lot of study in this area, it has ethical problems and it is hard to test how effective it really is." "OK." Sarah said getting up to leave. Her first lesson was soon and she didn't think Jack would have much more information for her. "Why do you ask?" Jack asked with an air of curiosity in his voice. "Oh... I, um, I just read about it online and was curious about it." This was half true, Sarah had learnt a lot about ABDL and regression from her searching online, but it wasn't the reason she was asking. "You wouldn't be enquiring about anyone in particular would we?" Jack asked suspiciously as Sarah was hurriedly picking her things up and turning to leave. "What? No, no. Why would you think that?" Sarah said trying to maintain her composure. "Well, you were complaining about your husband last Friday and how he was failing to live up to what you expected, now you are asking about retraining people... Seems a little fishy." Jack said with a small smile. Sarah just out a little laugh and turned to face the door. "You know you can trust me don't you?" Jack said, as he said it he walked up very close behind Sarah. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently moved his hands in a massaging motion. "Yes... Of course..." Sarah said, she just stood there for a second allowing herself to be massaged before she suddenly snapped back to her senses and moved forward toward the door and away from Jack. "That could have gone better." Sarah said to herself as she headed down the corridors back to her own classroom, but at least she got some information from Jack. As for the odd behaviour of Jack, Sarah was aware that he had a crush on her. Truth be told the feelings were somewhat reciprocated, sometimes when Nick was at his worse she would often find herself day dreaming about how life might be with Jack. She would be lying if she said she never reciprocated the little workplace flirting that happened sometimes. She got back to class just as her students were filing into the room. Sarah put all her personal life issues to the side to focus on her work. There was no room in her classroom for her personal life. It was a quiet few hours at home for Nick. With Sarah gone he basically was just sitting on his computer all day. One thing that he did feel desperately in need of was a drink. He was sitting there throughout the morning slowly feeling his thirst growing and growing. It quickly became uncomfortable and not long after that getting a drink was all Nick could think about. It was around midday that Nick could take it no more, his lips were dry and he felt absolutely parched. He paused his game and headed to the kitchen, he took a glass out of the cabinet and filled it with water, he hesitated for a second before downing the whole glass and filling the glass up with more water which he took over to his computer to drink from throughout the afternoon. He had been defeated by his body again this time, instead of being defeated by leaking liquid when he didn't want to, he was betrayed by needing to take in liquid when he didn't want to. Nick put the glass down and slumped back into his computer chair, he had tried not to drink during the day to try to stop himself from needing to use his nappy but his thirst had been too great and now that he had drank a large glass of water and had another to drink on the afternoon he felt like he had been defeated. Worse than that though, he could already feel that his bladder was filling up. Nick wasn't stupid, he knew that even without drinking he would still feel the need to urinate, even if the need was diminished. But that hadn't stopped him from hoping he could stop himself from needing to pee. He glanced at his computers clock and saw that it was just past midday. He would have to wait for at least 6 hours until his wife came home, and he was almost certain he wouldn't be able to keep himself dry that long. He didn't even think he could keep himself dry for the next one hour, let alone six. His bladder was already at the point where he would consider it uncomfortable and if he had the option he would have been to the toilet long before now, and that glass of water he drank was certainly not helping matters now. Nick contemplated his options and he didn't seem to have many. He could wait for his wife to get home in roughly six hours and ask to use the bathroom, but he didn't think there was a chance he could wait that long. There also was no guarantee his wife would even let him, this was supposed to be her getting him used to wetting, which was absurd, he had a night time problem not a day time one, Nick thought. So waiting wasn't an option, what was next? Well, the most obvious option was him using his nappy. The idea repulsed Nick who thought voluntarily wetting his nappy was just awful, something he had to avoid at all costs. Having a problem at night was one thing, but giving in and using a nappy by choice in the day was not something he could come to grips with easily. In fact, it was something Nick would do all he could to avoid. Nick began pacing back and forth, the question of what he was going to do was becoming an urgent one, he would soon have his bladder making his decision for him as he found it harder and harder to hold on. He looked around for a way out but couldn't see one, he even wondered if he saw a way out could he even take it? His wife was already mad with him and every time he tried to weasel his way out of doing what she asked these days the consequences ended up worse for him. He picked up his phone. He knew his wife was on lunch break maybe he could phone her and convince her to let him out of the nappy, to let him use the toilet. Nick figured that Sarah must have left the spare key to the bathroom hidden somewhere in the house in case of emergencies and if he could convince his wife that using his nappy during the day time was not something he needed to do, maybe she would tell him where the spare key was. It was a long shot but he had to try something as his need to go started to become painful. "Come on, come on..." Nick said to himself quietly after he dialed the number and waited for his wife to pick up. "Hi baby, what's up? Need to ask for a change?" Sarah said, she was in her empty classroom, it was lunch and the kids were all outside. She was thrilled to be getting this call as she assumed it would be Nick telling her he needed a nappy change, and that him phoning her meant he was listening to her rules for once. "No, no... I... Listen, I really, really need to go. I understand I pissed you off by not listening to you and I know I messed up but making me use this thing during the day isn't helping anyone. Just tell me where a spare key is or something and I can go in, use the bathroom and then we can discuss all this when you get home." Nick was practically begging. Sweat was starting to form on his forehead and the hand not holding the phone automatically went to his crotch which he was now holding subconsciously in an attempt to maintain control. "Baby, I know it is hard, but this is something you have got to get used to. You got yourself in this position by disobeying me multiple times. You have to learn to be a better husband, and that means listening to what I say." Sarah said calmly whilst taking a bite out of her sandwich that she had for lunch. Nick was bent over now. The effort and the pain of stopping the inevitable was using every muscle of his body, every fibre of his being was focused on keeping his bladder muscles clenched. He knew it was a losing battle but he couldn't allow himself to give in. "Nicky? Baby? Are you still there?" Sarah said from the other end when Nick hadn't responded. "Yes." Nick could only grunt his reply back to his wife as he was so consumed by the battle raging in his bladder between his body and a growing tide of pee that was aching to break through. "Look, honey, just let it go. You will feel so much better and it will make it easier for you in future, this isn't as big a deal as you are making it. Just stay on the phone with me and just let yourself relax." Sarah couldn't help but feel turned on by this. Listening to her husband’s desperation was turning Sarah on, and although she knew she shouldn't do it at her workplace she couldn't help feeling flustered as she moved a hand below her desk and pressed her underwear against her slit. She could feel that she was a little wet down there but she couldn't go any further. Not whilst at work. Nick, meanwhile, was about to experience a wetness around his groin too, but his wouldn't be a sexual feeling. He was on all fours on the floor now, he couldn't have moved even if he wanted too. He shifted his leg slightly, and felt a small stream of urine escape out of him and into the nappy. Suddenly it seemed like a signal to his bladder that the battle was lost and a slow stream started to escape from Nicks body. He tried to tense his muscles but it was already too late. With a sigh of resignation that Sarah could hear on the other end he gave up the fight and the piss almost seemed to just pour out of him. He could feel the padding of his nappy start to thirstily absorb everything that was coming out and swelling up as it expanded to accommodate what his body was expelling. Nick looked towards his nappy and could see that the bottom of it and an increasing area was starting to change colour. Moving his hand to the discoloured area he could feel the warmth as it spread and the spot became bigger and bigger, until it was less of a spot and started taking up a large area of his padding. It seemed to never end for Nick as everything he had been holding on to cascaded out. He could feel the wetness further back in his nappy now, slowly it was spreading up the back of his nappy as the nappy front became saturated and the pee had to travel back to be absorbed. Nick let out a subconscious sigh as he felt the pain and pressure subsiding. He was terrified he might leak, surely the nappy couldn't handle so much, Nick thought. But has he kept peeing the nappy just kept absorbing. Sarah on the other end of the line knew what was happening, she didn't need Nick to tell her. She could tell from the sighs and the quiet that Nick had lost his battle. As she sat at her desk imagining the scene at home she felt a warmness through her body. Her hand that had rested on her opening earlier was subconsciously rubbing causing waves of pleasure and before she knew it she felt the waves of pleasure radiating out from her crotch embracing all of her body. She made sure she didn't make a sound though, she didn't want to alert Nick, and she certainly didn't want to alert anyone in the school as to what was happening. Finally, after what felt like a very, very long time to Nick the stream of liquid going into his nappy slowed to a drip and then stopped. He stayed still for a minute, he thought he could hear heavy breathing from the other end of the phone which he still clutched to his ear inexplicably. After a few seconds of silence from both people as they both regained their composure, Sarah decided to break the silence. "There you go Nicky. Doesn't that feel better?" She adopted the tone of a mother reassuring their young child that is OK to have accidents sometimes. Nick remained silent for a few seconds, he felt utterly humiliated, not only had he just wet his nappy, for the first time since he was a child, but he had done it as his wife encouraged him to do so. He felt so embarrassed that even though he had been alone at home and the only partial witness to the accident was his wife who wasn't even there in person, he felt like a new low had been reached. When Sarah said "Doesn't that feel better?" Nick felt the rage building in him again, at what his wife had forced upon him. The redness of his face brought on by embarrassment was being replaced by a red mist as his anger clouded his judgement. Nick clasped the phone to his ear even more tightly, and through the anger and embarrassment and gritted teeth he had one carefully considered response to what his wife had said and what she had just made him do. "Fuck you."