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It is pretty sad when wearing your potty is more hygienic than using a public restroom. This is an example of an awesome "PRO" for wearing diapers.

Hello everyone. I am a 45 yo diaper lover living in the Seattle area. I'm into cars, motorcycles, gaming. Looking to talk to people that love wearing diapers for pleasure. To help me understand why I like wearing them. Looking forward to hearing from everyone.

This amuses me a little. And I want to share some images, that I found.

You can go to the forum Meeting Place, click on United States and scroll down to your state. Then you can browse people who have posted there to see not only if they are in your area of the state but how old their posts are by the date on them. You can also post your own reply or start a new thread there in hopes others will see it and contact or reply to you.

A warning sign from what? She knows I cannot stop wearing diapers and she is clear that she likes me better in them permenently as I am a happier being. She is also a very honest and straightforward person so if she suddenly had an issue with me wearing diapers fulltime she would not hesitate to let me know. I think diapering me has simply grown old and routine for her and it is less work for her if I change myself.

40.) "Doing anything for Halloween?" I shrugged my shoulders and sipped my hot chocolate. "I think Remy's office is having a party, so I'm going to that." "And you're still working for Ginger?" "Sure am." Lala and I had Sunday lunch together every single week. We used it to keep in touch. Summer months were spent at clubs and bars, but through the fall and winter, we always had things going on. Her company had huge fulfillment protocols and Remy worked through the holiday months like a madman. Last year, I had a seasonal job to help out. I hated winter. "Oooh, going to an office party? You know you have to wear something sexy, you know? Like Slutty Supergirl, or Slutty Captain America, or Slutty Prompto." Clearly, Lala had a pretty limited spectrum of creativity. "I don't really want to go, but I guess I technically work there too? It's complicated." I shifted a little in my seat and bit my lip. The pull-up under my skirt was a new addition to our little Sunday get-togethers. I thought when Remy talked about it being a constant reminder of our arrangement, it wouldn't actually be a constant reminder. I took another sip of the hot chocolate and tried not to blush. "And how are things with you and the fiancé? How's your wedding fund now that you're gainfully employed?" How was Lala to know that her best friend’s job amounted to listening to hypnosis on loop four days a week and then going in and making a token effort at doing actual work. "I... I guess I'm not really sure? She said she gave the checks to Remy, so." I shrugged my shoulders and took another sip of my hot chocolate. I've always had a shared bank account with Remy, ever since we started living together. The way I saw it, I was getting the long end of the stick, so why did I care? "Well, can't hurt to have a little extra in the bank, right?" Lala had noticed something, though... despite the fact her friend seemed happy, she also seemed... "What's with the shy and bashful act, anyway? You becoming a proper princess? The rain in Spain falls mostly on the plains?" I blinked. "...huh? What are you talking about?" "You've just been sitting there acting all coy this whole time. You keeping a secret?" I glared at Lala and crossed my arms over my chest. "No." "Mm. Sounds like a lie!" "I'm not! My life isn't actually that interesting, Lala!" "Yeah except for the whole thing where it is. The British Invasion is going to steal your husband, and its all a conspiracy to make you sad, and also how the Patriarchy is keeping you down, right?" Lala laughed. "Come on, tell me the secret!" "There's no secret," I said, rolling my eyes. "Is it about Ginger? Did she finally come on to you?" "No." I thought about that for a minute. "Actually, I mean, probably. But what do I care? I have Remy." Ginger had been remarkably affectionate with me this past week. But she was always sort of like that. I had always known she had a crush on me. "Well, alright, but you realize you're obligated to call me if she tries to like, kiss you, or something, alright? Because I'm just waiting for that to happen. And then you'll go all turbo bull dyke and leave Remy and hunt for delicate little femmy girls like me, right?" "I would rather do literally anything else!" I laughed and finished off my hot chocolate. Little did I know, that would be the last of our Sunday lunches together for a long time. If I'd known, maybe I would have told her the truth about the secret I was keeping. ~~~~~ To be continued in Small Frosty Pt. 2! ~~~~~ Thanks everyone for reading the Intermission! I'm working on editing Pt. 2 right now, which is about as long as Pt. 1. Also, because I'm curious, would you guys prefer if Pt. 2 had its own thread or if it was located after this post? Until then, please consider supporting us on our Patreon!

No no I didn't mean you! You said in your other post: "I just could not understand why she would not leave even though it's been pointed out a hundred times she wants to be married." People overlook stuff like that, especially if you don't personally agree with something. It was pointed out a hundred times that she wanted to be married, but as someone who doesn't quantify their worth based on their relationship, that didn't even click with you! That's a totally human response. I mean, I guess that's why we often get into debates that are so egocentric, right? We only have our own perspective as "fact" and the perspective of others' as "guesswork". To us, it's a fact that Remy is abusive. To Wendy, it's a fact that Remy provides her with the things that make her happy. All we can really do is keep an open mind? Arrogance in this sense is just believing your perspective is more correct or important. So I guess... you were a little arrogant, since you didn't pay attention to her perspective. But I was the same way with my friend whom Wendy is based on. Her fiancé was abusive and I knew she wouldn't be happy with him. But again and again, she told me what was important to her and I ignored her. I thought I was right and she was just too scared or weak to do anything about it. And that was my fault. At least your arrogance was about a fictional character and it didn't end a friendship? But I think arrogance is just... you know. Human. It's easy to take your own perspective. It's harder to take others'. And you don't always have the time or energy to consider EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. There's a word for that... uhh. Heuristics. Cognitive shortcuts we use to save time, even though they are often wrong. And in regards to abuse victims, where the stereotypical phrase is "why don't you just leave him?", you are obviously not the only person that is tripped up by this! I guess my original post was just saying... "pay more attention so you don't make this mistake"? Anyway. I'll get you another chapter. You deserve it for putting up with me today.

Oh goodness You guys are way too nice to us! And I don't mind that the whole world won't see our writing - you guys see it and that's enough. Yeah, I mean. Social commentary only goes so far in a kink story. I absolutely 100% do not write Frosty to bring anything to light or warn the masses. Everything has the potential for abuse. D/s relationships are absolutely at risk. But for me, Frosty is more about the characters than the message. Wendy is not a chess piece for the "moral" or the "theme". She's just a girl with some fucked up values. And pretty much everyone has those, right? Yes. Absolutely be conscious and aware of abuse in any relationship, especially D/s ones! But more importantly, know who you are. You're not weak or pathetic because you can't leave the person you love. You're not weak or pathetic because you can't stop thinking about, buying, or wearing diapers. Know what is important to you, whether that's your dignity, your sanity, a piece of clothing, or a person. And make sure, no matter what, you are getting what is necessary to bring you happiness. I watch TV shows where a husband cheats on his wife and the wife is like "Yeah, okay? But I don't really care. I get money, support, and romantic affection. If anything, I get /more/ romantic affection because he feels guilty for cheating on me. That's what I want, and that's what makes me happy." But people would say "a wife who lets her husband cheat on her is unhealthy". I personally know a girl who gets physically hit by her boyfriend when he's angry. Obviously unhealthy. But she's totally fine with it. Not in a "I deserve it, I should be a better girlfriend" way. But in a "it helps him alleviate stress and it sort of turns me on to be in pain or watch him lose control" way. If it really doesn't impact her personal happiness, why is that bad? The ABDL/CGL/DDLG communities are abundant with "unhealthy" things, like making rules for or punishing your spouses. D/s relationships are built on being "less" than the other person. Of course, consent, communication, et cetera... Anyway. I guess my point is: Remy and Ginger are really abusive people. Neither have consent from Wendy. Remy constantly ignores Wendy when she says no. Ginger is... a whole other box of sharp things. But for people to say "Wendy should just leave him" is to completely miss this point of her character. Wendy, above everything, wants love, affection, and stability (which is why she puts so much emphasis on marriage - an everlasting guarantee.) She has very few social, economic, or prideful ambitions. Does she like everything that is happening to her? Absolutely not. But her hatred for those things does not outweigh her love for the things she gets in return. Her values don't line up with most modern ideas, but they aren't wrong either. They are hers. She is not weak or pathetic for falling prey Ginger or Remy. Honestly, I think Wendy has extremely strong morals. Any time the situations change, she's right there arguing and pushing for her rights. She fights for her happiness, and I love that about her! And it's only ever when it's pointed out to her that the new changes will only empower her with more love, affection, and stability that she relents. Ginger's influence isn't even to "change" Wendy, but to redirect her attention toward marriage-alternatives. Wendy's actually a very healthy character, despite the odds. The only thing she really needs to realize is that Remy isn't her only option for happiness. But how is that any different to the way ABDLs think about their supportive spouses? "No one else would understand like he/she does!" If anyone takes anything away from this story, it's that you can still be a powerful and healthy person amidst unhealthy relationships. That, in fact, that's how MOST abusive relationships are. And to blame Wendy (or any abused person) for not leaving based on the quality or strength of their character is SUPER arrogant. (...this was supposed to be much shorter, I'm sorry )

My advice is to think deeply about discretion and work out how you plan to achieve the level of that you desire. If you want to remain totally hidden, storage and disposal need careful thought as accidental discovery is possible. I'd also plan for what to say or do should that occur before it happens. Beyond that keep an open mind and try whatever interests you Bettypooh

I don't know if she really is a little (but I have my suspicions), however, if she is- she is asset to our community. WHen you listen to her sign she is underrated as an artist.

Hope they enjoy the view of me in my diaper.

Oh what a cliff hanger, seems like Nick and Sara are both getting pegged. Need to see how this develops as it is sure getting interesting!! Would be exciting to put Nick in a situation where he could see Sara getting nailed while George was doing him, and same for Sara- she could see Nick get his while she was getting hers. Kristy is certainly in control at this point, now only a matter of time till Sara and Nick understand that and start begging Kristy for more of the same!!!

Great chapter Elf! But even with the red button a Dom wouldn't leave a sub in suspension on their own. Still loved it though

Reposting some old stories due to the great board crash of 2017. The Christmas Conundrum Just a little story inspired by Princess Pottypants’ Christmas post. --- She squirmed and frowned in the enormous, oversized highchair, trying to get used to the thick oversized diaper beneath her butt. At least, she was fairly sure it was a diaper, it was difficult to see given that she'd appeared in this highchair, and found herself wearing a legless red Christmas romper. But the loose white plastic poking out at the leg holes sure seemed like it, not to mention everything else about her experience over the past few hours. "Did Baby enjoy Christmas?" a woman's voice suddenly asked. She glanced up, and found another of the giantesses leaning down towards her, making a funny face and voice. She gave a shy nod. What could she even say to these people? So far she'd said nothing. The giantess gave a wide smile, then reached to the pile of just-unwrapped toys beside the highchair. She picked up a soft doll, and pushed it under the highchair tray. "Don't tell your Mother," she whispered, "But I got you this one. It looked like your favourite when you unwrapped them." Trying not to scrunch her nose, she watched the doll being pushed into her arms. It was huge compared to her, and even if she hugged it, it would even drag on the ground while walking. If she could walk, she reminded herself, giving another awkward exploratory shuffle in her thick diaper. Usually in her fantasies, diapers would be too thick to even walk in. Realizing that the giantess was still smiling at her, all she could do was give a weak smile in return. The giantess ruffled her hair, then turned and left, joining the other 'adults', and a few real - albeit massively oversized - kids, at the far end of the dining room for the Christmas party. From her seat beside the kitchen entrance, she watched them. They seemed to think that they were her new 'family', and that she was their new baby. God, she hoped not. Fantasizing about such things, and actually finding herself in such a situation, were two very different things. She'd always known it would be, and hadn't really wanted this to come true. Why now, on Christmas? She'd worked out which her supposed 'Mommy' was - given that the middle-aged big-breasted woman had referred to herself as such. She'd been there early when she'd first found herself in the highchair, soon silently opening her Christmas presents and baffled by the circle of imposing giants she'd found herself among. 'Mommy' had even spoonfeed her the vegetable-goop for Christmas lunch, as well as tipped back her highchair seat and brought the huge bottle of warm milk to her lips for a long time after, which she'd at least seen prepared from a can of formula, rather than it coming from more... unsavoury places. She glanced again at the giantess called 'Mommy', and with a blush, dared to stare at her christmas sweater. That definitely looked like the outline of a nursing bra there. She had to get out of this nightmare fantasy quickly. Yet when she looked down at her tray, she still had the same useless options to work with as over the past few hours. What was she supposed to do with these damn crayons and bumpy recycled paper? She nearly screamed, and gave a frustrated kick beneath her highchair tray, connecting with nothing but air and being wildly off course thanks to her thick, crinkly diaper. The damn coloring toys had been taunting her all day, and the last thing she wanted to do was draw some stupid pictures from a highchair. No, she needed to work out how she'd somehow crossed into another world of giants and oversized diapers and highchairs! "Oh, yes. Santa sent her." She suddenly perked up, realizing that the group was approaching and talking about her. "He said that she wished for it, as her Christmas present." She froze, and gripped the highchair tray with a sudden intake of breath. Yes! She'd probably been thinking about ABDL fantasies as Christmas approached, she often did. Hell, she'd perhaps even made such an offhand wish, it was the kind of thing she occasionally did on a whim. And here she was. Stuck in a super thick diaper and having been spoonfed and then bottlefed in a highchair. Being talked to as the new 'baby' of a family. Had her cheeks pinched and gotten big wet face kisses from 'Mommy'. Not to mention the enormous two fingers which had been slipped into her diaper earlier to 'check if she was wet', before the giants had left to chat. There was no way she was doing that, not here, she had told herself. Though then the woman had stepped around the highchair and pulled the back of her diaper out and peered down, and she had promised herself definitely not that either. The first suddenly didn't seem so bad. It had been a bit of a battle, after the heavy lunch, but she had suppressed the urge for half the day now. A whole bunch of giants were returning now after the long Christmas day, giving her silly smiles which made her feel even littler than she currently was. She was clearly still her adult self, and they clearly knew it, since they spoke to her and expected her to understand. It was like something from her writing. They couldn't see her adult self, or didn't care, or even wanted to diaper her just because she was short and they had a sick way of expressing their love. But had she been shrunk? Or were they just big? Did it matter? She would clearly fit being the new baby of the family, and they had displayed every intention of making her so. A child laughed and rushed around the adults, being chased by another, and she glanced down in a panic as they whisked past her highchair. "Did Santa make a condition?" a woman asked, and she quickly turned her attention back to the conversation. 'Mommy' nodded as she approached, and reached down into the highchair and began to casually lift her out. She was going to be free! After all these hours. Even if it meant being held by a giant woman. At least... on the other end, she'd be getting put back down somewhere right? "Oh yes. She has a test. Something about her wish. If she completes it, she goes back. But she hasn't figured it out so far, so I'd say she's mine. I can't wait to introduce her to my friends, we have quite a few other-world children." Feeling herself whisked from the highchair, she began to desperately search her memories. A test? A wish? Dammit, it could have been anything! Suddenly it dawned on her. She'd been trying to create Christmas ABDL captions, and had come up with naught. Even apologized for it online. That was it - she'd wished that she could come up with an ABDL caption before Christmas! She gasped, and glanced back down at the receding highchair, and its precious crayons and paper. No no no, that was what they had been for! There all day in front of her, and she had missed it! And Christmas was almost over! She began to struggle against the giant hands which held her. She even dared a few pointless kicks into the air around her diaper. She had to do something! "Mommy!" The woman paused, and all the faces in the room turned in her direction. "She speaks!" one of them suddenly exclaimed, and they all began rushing over. Except, it didn't seem an impressed sort of crowd, amazed that a baby could speak. Instead they were giving her goofy smiles, as if excited that the little baby woman was finally opening up to her new family. "What do you want to say dear?" the giantess holding her asked breathlessly, even giving a little bounce. She turned beet red. With a gulp, she turned to look up at the giantess face beside her, smiling so widely and looking so huge. "Can I, um, color just one thing?" The giantess seemed to follow her thoughts to the paper and crayons, and frowned down at them for a moment. "No dear, you've had enough playtime for the day. Mommy needs to give you a bath, so that you can be put to bed early while the grownsups watch the Christmas specials." She began to squirm urgently. A crib?! Once she was in there, there was no way she was getting out tonight before her chance had passed. "Pleaaaseeee..." she whined, looking up with desperate eyes, even daring to try and look cute. She tried to ignore how her thigh was pushed out by a giant boob, and how she was holding onto the hefty bra strap beneath the woman's winter sweater, which she knew was a nursing bra. The woman began to look cross, and she realized that she was losing. "I want to draw something for you!" she suddenly blurted out, even using her best high bubbly voice. "A present for Mommy!" There were a few quiet sighs of delight from around the room, and the giantess suddenly laughed, heaving her arms and her big full breasts in the process. "Oh okay. One more drawing, then it's off to a bath and bed for you, understood little miss?" She nodded urgently, well aware of everybody watching her, and how she must look while whining in the enormous woman's arms while her disposable diaper poked out from the leg holes of her red Christmas baby romper. It would be worth it... "Fifteen minutes," the giantess declared, and plopped her back into the highchair. She began immediately. She scrambled through her crayons, and drew a rather childish scene of a girl not unlike herself, though on a regular day, being pushed in a stroller in a park. She tried to blame the oversized crayons and rough paper for how childishly ameteur it looked. Next came the story, something she whisked up quickly about a girl learning to accept her life under her new giantess Mommy, learning to understand that in this world, she was nothing but a little baby, who used her diapers, went to bed early, and was even spanked if she was naughty in ways which counted in her new role. It was an okay caption, she supposed. And she wasn't sure if it counted since she drew the picture herself. She looked around hopefully. But she was still there, sitting in her highchair on an uncomfortably thick diaper bottom. How long had that drawing taken? 'Mommy' leaned down, and inspected the drawing from reverse. "Ohh, very cute dear." "I think that gibberish is meant to be writing," another of the giants said - one of her new 'aunts' she thought. In the highchair, she squirmed and looked back down. She'd definitely written the story okay, was it just that she didn't know the language here? Did it matter? "Well, let's get you out for your bath then. Mommy loves her present by the way. We'll go to the park with your stroller all the time, don't you worry. You wouldn't have arrived here if I wasn't exactly what you wished for!" The big hands found her again, and the highchair began to pull away. She began to squirm frantically. No! That should have done it! This woman was reading it all wrong! She didn't really want this! "Wait!" she squealed, "I have to try again!" "No," the giantess said, suddenly lowering her voice a few octaves. "But-!" "BABY.GIRL!" the giantess Mommy suddenly boomed, giving her a firm tug against her oversized chest. "You stop that right now!" From the giantess's arms, she looked desperately back to the page on the highchair tray. It was glowing. Oh. Was that a good sign? Her squirming increased, and her mother suddenly placed her firmly down, bare foot on the tiled floor. She gasped at the cold, and at being free of the highchair for the first time all day. She instantly discovered her awkward it was to stand in the thick diapers, with her legs spread wide, having to be turned inwards in a way which would only allow a waddle. "You wait right here little miss." She gulped at the giantess's tone, then watched her march away through the parting crowd. She told herself it didn't matter, glanced desperately back to the highchair tray. There definitely seemed to be a glow. A moment later she cared when she heard the oversized heels returning, and saw the woman carrying a woman spoon. "Oh no NO NO! Mommy!" She began to back away, slipping for a moment and landing with a thud on her oversized bottom, then scrambling back up and trying to continue. She made it a few more steps, when the giantess stopped, and glanced around with a sudden stunned expression. "Oh." Around them, things began to whisk away, as if by magic. And as they left, another room began to appear behind them, as if they were each a barrier between another reality. "Oh," the woman repeated sadly, "She has to go back now." On the ground, she risked a wild grin. She had no idea how Santa had done it, or why this year, but she had managed to undo it. Things began to whisk back to how they should be. The giants disappeared in puffs of smoke, and the tiles themselves flew off one by one, disappearing into fog while the proper floor returned. Finally the highchair whooshed off into the air, and the final pile of toys from her 'Christmas presents' began to evaporate one by one. She could still hear the voices though. "Pity," one said faintly. "She was cute. Would have had a lot of friends at daycare." "She needed a good spanking before bed, not more play time. That's what happens when children are given everything with no authority." "Oh stop it Ron. There was going to be plenty of authority in this house." The voices grew quieter, and she let out a relieved sigh. The sudden relaxation had her lose another battle however, one which she'd been fighting nearly all day. She suddenly jerked forward, gripping her stomach. The back of her oversized diaper began to crinkle and expand. Wait, her diaper? It still hadn't changed back, and she supposed it would be the last piece. But if she was messing it, that seemed exactly the sort of conditional test which she'd included in any wis- Items from the previous world began to whiz back into place, far faster than they'd left. Oh no. She glanced around with wide, panicked eyes, still unable to move as she continued to lose her private battle with her diaper. She groaned, leaning forward, but was unable to hold it now that she'd started. A warm softness formed just off her backside, problematically close if she moved too quickly. It had been a huge lunch, full of heavy fiber, and it was going to result in a huge Christmas diaper... Just when she thought it couldn't be any worse, the huge figures from the other world suddenly whooshed back into view, all at once. She gasped as she held her stomach, and turned about, looking for... Oh no. Feminine heels led up to womanly calves, and then a long motherly dress. Looking up, it was clear that the giantess still held the wooden spoon, though she places it aside instantly and looked excited. "Baby!" she cried happily, rushing forward. The small figure in the messy diaper began to gasp and back away in an awkward waddle, even as she continued to mess herself, even as the diaper regained some of the impossible poofy thickness that it had lost in her world. The giantess beared down on her. She had been so close, literally moments from the trial having been over, and she'd managed to fail it after all, on just the type of condition which she should have expected from her own fantasies. Oh dear, and if the giantess was right, and this place was selected from her own fantasies... "Baby!" the woman cried again, whisking her up immediately, wrapping an arm around her back and pinning her against an enormous pudgy chest. "Oh Baby belongs here, doesn't she? With Mommy, who knows how to more properly take care of her better than baby ever could." A series of wet kisses began on her cheek, and she realized that it was real, and probably not going away now. She gasped and began to struggle, then went immediately still when she felt the heavy soft warmth in the back of her diaper, and that she had only been an inch away from a squishy disaster. The woman seemed to follow her gaze, and reached around to squish the back of her diaper anyway. "Oh, baby had an accident," she cooed, even as 'baby' spasmed away from the experience she was having down below. "Congratulations," a beaming voice said. Another giant put their hand on Mommy's shoulder and beamed at her. "You deserve her, and she deserves you. You're going to make such a good little girl out of her - and look, she can't even keep her diapers clean. You were right, she might need triple thick Snugglers whenever you leave the house." She didn't like the sound of that... "Well," the woman huffed, "Because of her earlier antics, we're going to skip the bathtime and the diaper change. Mommy doesn't want to miss the family specials, and Baby needs to be put in her crib quick smart. We have a routine in this house, even for naughty babies." The giantess paused then, and tapped her lip thoughtfully. "Of course, that will mean that we'll have to skip the spanking too." Sitting in the giantess's arms, she felt a sniffle coming on, and knew there was no use objecting. This was her reality now, it was who she was in this world. "I'm... I'm not going to get punished?" "Oh no, not that dear. The dirty diaper is simply your early punishment. Your real punishment will be the spankings every morning this week." The new Baby jerked stiff in her Mommy's arms. The big woman gave a huge grin then, and gave her captive a strong bounce which resulted in a squish and a sudden wail. "Oh hush," the woman snapped, then reached to the kitchen bench for a pacifier, which she shoved into her new strange daughter's mouth. "Or Mommy will give you something to really cry about." WIth that, she carried the caption-author upstairs, who wailed behind her pacifier the entire time, holding onto the woman's oversized bra strap beneath her Christmas sweater, hoping that, perhaps next Christmas, she could make a wish to get out of this - if she even still had the confidence to take on adulthood again by then. As there was another squish beneath her diaper, she realized that she'd be lucky to even maintain that for a month. "Merry Christmas," the crowd cheered behind them, as the pair disappeared up the stairs - the giant curvy Mommy and her tantruming pacified baby. The New Year's Conundrum Well, I didn’t entirely plan to, but New Year’s came along and offered the perfect excuse for a sequel to The Christmas Conundrum. --- She risked another glance down at her pale-blue play dress, unable to ignore the genuine cuteness of the white diaper poking out beneath, and the frilly little socks and buckled mary-jane shoes spread in front of her. So it was all still there. A most babyish view. Had she physically changed? Or was it just a matter of looking extra cute and dainty in these, especially after seeing the giants so easily manhandle her body for the past few days? She had to look away from the sandpit, back to the open afternoon sky, and try to pretend that she wasn’t there for a moment. But there was no ignoring the Triple Thick Snuggie-Huggies beneath her, which fully encased her to her stomach. ‘Mommy’ liked them, because they didn’t need to be changed as often. While the former caption author couldn’t even begin to describe her range of feelings, her opinion didn’t count, she was just a baby. She glanced sideways at the pitter-patter of feet in little buckled shoes like her own. Their enormous teenaged babysitter was bringing back her neighbouring playmate, who was wearing white tights under a cute yellow onesie with ruffles around the hips. Her hair was held in pigtails by two yellow butterfly clips, while a yellow pacifier bobbed in her mouth. She was helped back into the sandpit with a blush. The two babies briefly made eye contact as her fresh diaper crinkled beneath her onesie, then both quickly glanced away. The caption author tried not to think about diaper changes. So far she’d managed to mostly blank them out. She suddenly found the sandcastle which they’d been working on the most interesting thing in the world. Her playmate seemed to have a similar thought, and moved to pick up her own plastic bucket and little shovel where she’d left off. “There we go,” their babysitter sang, “All back to playtimes for the babies.” The girls blushed as Nanny suddenly grabbed each of their jaws to deliver a big kiss on their cheeks. Squirming, crinkling, getting a new strange range of sensations on the shifting sand, they saw the babysitter give a sudden delighted smile, then the enormous busty teenager returned to her reading chair a few paces away. The constant ‘reasonable’ supervision was back. If she’d wanted to try and run away, that would have been the time. But she hadn’t. She’d sat patiently on her reddened bottom, knowing that good children weren’t naughty. “Wanth to buildth a tower?” the ex caption author suggested, garbled through her own blue pacifier, pointing at the undecorated right side of their castle. “Ytheah,” her neighbour replied, and got onto her knees to reach. Another crinkle which reminded them both of what they were. Dammit. --- After baths and her playmate being picked up, she lay in her new crib, watching the silly cat-clock on the wall swing its tail and eyes in opposing directions with each second. It wasn’t fair, six PM was far too early for bed. Especially since anything which happened relating to her diaper now had to wait until tomorrow morning to be solved. Of course, Mommy would get her up a bit later for her night feed - surprisingly warm creaminess from a source which she also tried not to think about, just like the diaper changes. She suddenly found her mobile and night toys the most interesting thing in the world. She bounced a plush around in boredom for a bit, then wrapped her legs around her big purple dinosaur. She tried not to consider that her comfort was perhaps helped by the immature padding which spread her thighs. Sucking on her pacifier, the former caption author found her eyelids growing heavy. The nursery-rhyme music from the mobile drilled into her consciousness, and she yawned, drifting towards sleep. It’d only been a few days, she thought in despair, yet look at her, dozing off like a genuine baby in her pampered crib. --- When she was awoken for her feeding an hour later, she twitched at the heavy warmth in the back of her diaper. Every damn time when she fell asleep, it was almost like there was something hypnotic in the nursery music, and maybe she wasn’t quite the baby she thought. Or maybe that was just excuses… She’d made the wish, after all. --- “Come on angel, don’t you want to practice your ballet so you can show off for your Mommy and her friends?” She considered it, then nodded, lying. “Good girl!” her Nanny cheered, clapping her hands. The teen loomed as she strode past the former caption author, who wriggled in a ridiculous pink tutu, leotard, and white tights over her obvious bulging diaper. They’d somehow even found a perfect pink butterfly pacifier, with sat over her puffed cheeks. The TV instructions were rewound, and her enormous teen Nanny stepped aside, smiling. The grown-up woman on the screen began through her instructions again, encouraging all the little angels who wanted to become ballerinas to practice along. She sighed, curving her arms above her head for the starting stance, and raised one pointed foot behind. It was a bit difficult in her thick diaper, and she nearly stopped in disgust at the wet squelch. But she had being spanked every morning this week. She would be a good girl. She had promised. But that didn’t mean being enthusiastic about putting on ballet shows for her new ‘Mommy’ and anybody else. Especially since the leotard and tutu showed off her diaper more clearly than most of her embarrassing outfits, at least the obvious bulging shape. Still, her stern, smiling, slightly sadistic, huge busty teen babysitter was watching. She’d learned that she didn’t want two spankings in a day. She began dancing The attempt at making another caption out of alphabet soup had been a mistake, but she’d been so desperate to try again for that first 36 hours. Now she knew, after a night of alphabet soup in her diapers, and two more bowls in her mouth which also eventually ended up in her diapers, that she wasn’t getting back with caption writing. That ship had sailed, and this was who she was now. There was a knock at the door as she practiced her routine, and a moment later, the girl from next door and her ‘Daddy’ walked in, hand-in-hand. They appeared at the worst time, right as she stumbled through an attempted turning kick in her thick diaper. Her playmate was dressed in a similar outfit, though her white tights were leggings sewn into rhumba panties with three rows of ruffles across the back, and her leotard was open at the bottom with just latex hoops around her thighs to hold it in place, leaving her rhumba ruffles on full display. The caption author had to admit that it was cute, then suddenly realized she was wetting herself in a panicked embarrassment at having being walked in on by her playmate and her giant ‘Daddy’, and that she looked no more mature herself. Her playmate joined in, and thankfully, her distractingly-huge Daddy left. The girls practiced their dances together, swaying at each other in sync, then trying to twirl past each other in awkward thudding steps around in their thick diapers. Nanny watched, nodding, occasionally making comments, and a few times whisked her cane at their thighs with sharp rebukes. But even by their second lesson, they were showing remarkable improvement. “Nothing which a stern grownup presence can’t help,” the annoying teenager said with an annoyingly smug smile. Eventually they finally sat exhausted on the floor, their legs spread by their stupid diapers, their emptied baby bottles of water rolling away while waiting for the cartoons to start. Nanny collected the bottles, then cocked her head at the two diapered ballerinas. “Funny,” she said. “I almost got you two little angels mixed up for a moment. It was Ashie who got here last Christmas, wasn’t it? Funny, you’re nearly both as adorably well-behaved as each other.” The pair glanced at each other, then quickly looked to the carpet instead. “I suppose it makes sense. You get to see what obedience looks like, and can already guess that you’ll fail your second New Year’s test like Ashie did.” With that the babysitter gave a pleased little shrug, and turned to take their bottles to the kitchen. On the floor, the former caption author’s eyes were wide. She suddenly turned to the other pink-clad girl, and grabbed her shoulders. “What did she mean New Year’s test? Ashley what do you know!” The other girl looked a bit stunned, then quickly blinked, as if struggling to remember. But it suddenly became clear that it was something she never really forgot, and never stopped thinking about. Just like the failed test on Christmas day, knowing that there was a chance for adulthood and it was failed due to acting childish was a strange burden to ponder. “Er,” she said, pulling her pacifier out to the distance she deemed allowed without being naughty. “I heard about Santa’s wish conditions in a cartoon. Luckily I wasn’t a baby brought here by an Easter wish, they only have three days to try before being stuck here.” She tried to ignore how accurate it had felt when Ashley referred to them as babies. “What was it?” she asked desperately, getting on her knees with an embarrassing wet crinkle, realizing that she should relax her grip on her shoulders a bit. “Well... You know that there’s a test, and maybe subclauses?” She nodded, hoping that everybody’s subclause was different, and Ashley didn’t know that she’d messed herself before even a full 24 hours of babyhood. Regardless of that, the girl must have guessed the obvious implication of full-time diapers now, and heck, she had the same to deal with, that that first failure seemed an extra embarrassing secret. Hell, even Ashley might see her as more babyish if she new. “Well the subclause tests last until the New Year, you only have to pass it on one day if you passed the main test. It’s something about how the clause trails at the end, like in Santa Claus.” She released her grip and sat back stunned, forgetting until too late that her thick diaper was soaked and causing a loud tell-tale squelch. The silence over the muted TV was deafening. The other ‘kids’ at least learned to manage their shameful diaper secrets. Maybe it wouldn’t even matter soon. “Before New Years,” she whispered, and began counting the days on her fingers. Only two nights, then the big one. --- It was a few hours since discovering the opportunity, and she lay giddy in her crib, watching the stupid cat-clock on the wall. It was quarter past six. She could do this! Now that she was ready for it this time. Just one night without an embarrassing mess. She’d done that all the time before, right? Her life before wasn’t really just a silly game, like the ‘true’ towering grownups here seemed to imply with a tap on the nose and a kiss on the cheek after taping up her diaper, right? Rolling over in her full-bodied sleeper, she tried to get comfortable, thinking that the easier she made it, the easier it would be to wait the remaining hours without any risk of messing herself. Nothing seemed to be comfortable in the damn sleeper, until she pulled over one of her big fluffy toys, and wrapped her legs around it. There. She felt good, and could wait this out. She might really get back to being an adult soon, just writing stories about such situations in captions if she even wanted. She almost chuckled. The tick-tocking of the cat seemed to take forever, and she yawned, nuzzling and trying to get even more comfortable. She unfortunately couldn’t turn off the damn mobile’s endless nursery music. But if she just waited, patiently, and tried not to move about too much- She awoke with a start, and then felt a wave of grogginess pass over her. “Er, Mommy?” she asked in a slight panic, rubbing her eye. The big giantess was beaming down at her from outside the crib, then leaned in. The former caption author realized with a blush that her giantess was wearing nothing on her top half except her beige nursing bra. Oh no. Then she felt the hand settle under her, and recalled in a startled panic what she’d been trying to do. “Oh dear. It looks like Angel has made Mommy a present.” --- The next night played out the same, and when she was put back into her crib with a warm taste in her mouth and an awful squish of her diaper, she was frantic. What could she do? The damn nursery music sent her right off. The crib was too comfortable. Once the lights were out, and she was in her super-thick night diapers, it was almost impossible not to fall asleep. Her body just knew, and there was nowhere else to go in all those hours, nothing else to do except lay in her crib waiting. She supposed that was the point... Worse, whenever she fell asleep now, she did the ‘deed’, for whatever reason… Would that continue even if she got back to her old reality? She shook her head crossly. There was only one night left, it wasn’t time to think about failure or adulthood being a pointless experience of diapers anyway. She had to form a plan. Oddly, it was the milky fullness and unspeakable state of her diaper which kept her up now, too uncomfortable to drift off again. She wondered if she could use the first, begging for it early as a way of staying up in bloated discomfort with a slightly overworked jaw, then made a face, and hoped not. Only as a last resort. --- She sat in her highchair, and decided that New Year’s Eve was the only way to go. She shuffled about, wearing only a white disposable diaper and a bib today, looking for her Mommy as she shivered slightly against the cool air. Finally the giantess returned, beaming as she placed another stack of crayons and paper down on the highchair tray for Baby’s after-lunch playtime. Except she didn’t want to try captions again today, she wanted something very different. “Mommy?” she asked, as the colouring tools were arranged out in front of her. “Yes Sweetie?” She took a deep breath. “Can I stay up for New Year’s Eve?” The giantess set her skeptical face which usually preceded the word No. “Pleeaassee?” she quickly cut in, trying to act up the cuteness. Well, it was hardly an act, right now she was desperate enough, and dependant enough on this woman. The giantess’s face began to soften. “Pleaseee. It seems like such a special time for the grown…” she paused, realizing what she’d been about to imply, then decided it had to be said regardless, “For the grownups. I want to stay up too, to see.” Her mother’s expression was neutral now, thinking. “It’s just a night like any other, do you understand sweetheart? Grownups like to have a bit of fun, but there’s nothing for babies who stay up late. You’ll just be tired.” “I’ll be good! I promise! And if I’m tired, I’ll go to bed!” “Hrm,” her mother hummed, as she reached into the highchair and released the buckles, deciding to carry her baby on her hip. She began pacing through the house, bouncing the girl, as if to confirm that it was somewhere that a child could stay up late, just once. “Can’t I be like a big girl for just one night?” It was a lie - she wanted to be a ‘big girl’ every night. But it came out earnestly, and she believed her own fib. “Hrm. You have been good lately, haven’t you?” The former caption author nodded enthusiastically. “I learned five new ballet twirls, and Ashie’s mother said I was ‘the perfect little guest’ yesterday, remember?” She gave big doleful eyes up from beside her Mother’s enormous familiar boob. At this point it wasn’t even an act, another side of her had been dragged out after a week spent back in childhood. “I pwomise Mommy!” The giantess suddenly laughed, entranced, and swung her baby out in front of her. “Ok schmookings. Angelcakes. My little princess.” She dared start to hope. “My little girl can stay up late one night, but only one night, understood?” She nodded sheepishly. “Oh I have just the cutest child in the world, don’t I?” She nodded again slowly, partly intending just to give the woman whatever she wanted, but also partly feeling it was true. --- “Can I just wear a thin diaper tonight? I want to try being a big girl.” Her mother chuckled. “You’re so cute.” But she picked up a thin diaper. She couldn’t believe how well playing cute was paying off. She had a fairly neutral looking Christmas sweater, a thin diaper, and would get to stay up late. Her giantess Mommy was entranced right now, but she suspected that it wouldn’t last beyond the special date of New Years. It would be back to poofy pink dresses which tied around her chest and flared up at the top of her hips, leaving her usual thick diapers available for quick access, with all the insult that such a supposed necessity implied. The giantess picked up a plastic tiara then, decked with blue stars, apparently her new year’s celebration piece. “Oh Mommy, do I have to?” The giantess chuckled, and kissed her on the nose. “So my Baby is in there still after all,” she teased, then worked the tiara onto the pouting girl’s head. “My little Princess should wear a tiara, don’t you think?” She glanced up from her spot on the changing table, then blushed and nodded. “Sorry Mommy.” “It’s okay honey. You’re only a child.” She nodded sheepishly. The giantess pulled her into a hug against those giant boobs, and she made a face as she pressed into the opening of the low-cut top. The vanilla scent was all too familiar there, and she could only wonder if she’d be able to stand the smell again once she left. If she left, she reminded herself, it wasn’t in the bag yet. All the concessions she’d won from Mommy had made her overconfident. But she wasn’t going to fail this time. --- Some of the larger brats were teasing her in the living room, and she walked off sniffling, then realized at the last moment that she couldn’t go to her giantess mother, or else it would look like she was a little girl who needed her bedtime. Why had she even thought to go straight there as a source of comfort? Gross. She’d been in this reality for too long. Just a week ago, she’d wanted to run the opposite way from the busty giantess woman. But they’d gotten on so well today. She almost felt like she could stand this baby thing, well, minus how it was the rest of the year when it wasn’t a special day. She glanced down at her thin diaper, and supposed even that was too much. She really shouldn’t be thinking about settling for all this, the fact that she was running away from kids bullying her was enough evidence of- Dammit, one of them was coming back. She quickly waddled into the living room, realizing that without thinking, she’d gone straight for Mommy again. Another giantess nodded at her approach, and Mommy stopped talking, and glanced down with raised eyebrows. Close enough, she was safe from the kid here. She turned around to see if she was still being followed, when Mommy’s giant hands suddenly swept her up. “Eep!” She almost lost her battle with her diaper. She wasn’t sure if wetting counted, but she figured she’d have a subclause for both. “Hello babycakes,” Mommy laughed, bouncing her slightly. The giantess frowned then, and glanced at the clock. She realized how close she was to losing the situation. Mommy might be far less impressed by previous negotiations made with a baby now that she’d been talking to real adults for the past few hours. “Look Mommy! We have so many guests!” The giantess glanced away from the clock, then down at the energetic bundle of happiness sitting in her arms. “Many indeed!” Mommy beamed, giving a few bounces. “She’s just a little baby who needed her Mommy huh?” She froze at the high voice, realizing one of the brats had followed her over. Mommy glanced down, and nodded. “She’s not usually up this late. But she’s been very good.” The kid was nodding sagely, as if this was some special exclusive conversation between adults. “She was being a bit naughty before.” “What?” she blurted from her mother’s arms. “Was she?” The kid nodded with an air of responsibility. “She wouldn’t let others play with her crayons. She was being a cranky little thing. I think she might be up past her bedtime.” She opened her mouth, speechless with rage. That wasn’t… Well... It wasn’t exactly what had happened. She’d told the kids to play somewhere else, that the crayons were hers in the hope they’d leave her alone and let her try one more caption. Then they’d teased her about her fully exposed diaper, and pointed out the clear reality that she was just a baby. It wasn’t fair! Mommy had insisted that the diaper be visible for more regular checks, saying that the thin design wouldn’t last as long as ‘good’ diapers. A double-edged victory, it seemed. Mommy turned to look crossly down at her. “Is this true babykins?” “N-No Mommy! She’s-” Her words trailed off. Her own tone revealed that it was true enough. The giantess narrowed her eyes, then glanced down. “Kid, you seem responsible enough. Can you take the others outside to the playground?” The giantess turned her glare back. “My daughter needs a timeout in the play corner, and maybe a little nap.” It got a low moan, which only got a smile from the kid who quickly departed. “Mommy, I don’t need a nap! You promised. You said-” “Would you rather go back to your crib?” She immediately shook her head, and kept silent as she was carried through a worrying number of people who might overhear her complaints. She closed her eyes, as if that might prevent anybody from seeing her - clearly an upset child who was in trouble with her mother. The sound of the TV told her that they’d crossed back into the rumpus room, where she practiced her ballet on weekdays. She felt herself getting gently laid down at her play space at one wall. “You promised to be good, didn’t you babykins?” She nodded, feeling her stupid new year’s tiara catch on the pillow. “And do you think trying to tell the older kids what to do is very good behaviour?” “No Mommy,” she admitted, feeling a sniffle coming on. She really didn’t want a nap! Last night had been extra late as she’d fretted about not beating the test, putting her head down for a nap right now might be problematic. If she fell asleep here, would she have the same diaper problem as in the crib? Or was that just some by-product of the drowsiness-inducing lullabies of her mobile? Perhaps the tune wasn’t even hypnotic, and just reminded her that she was just a baby now, which caused her body to do the rest - and the fact that she’d just gotten in trouble from a real kid might well prove to have the same effect. “Half an hour,” her mother instructed, with a sternness which told her if she was caught opening her eyes once, moving about and playing instead of staying completely still for the next half hour, it would be a spanking and immediate bedtime. The woman stood and walked away. It wasn’t fair, she’d been older than that kid once! Well, she maybe still was, but she didn’t look it. She didn’t dare open her eyes. She thankfully wasn’t as comfortable as she would have been in her crib. She could hear the people coming and going, which seemed like it might help, though after awhile, the sound settled into a kind of background lullaby of its own kind. She was genuinely tired, she realized with a shock. Well, her sleeping had been starting earlier this week… And last night did turn into a planning session. She felt a yawn coming on, and refused to let it out. She knew how this went. It dawned on her that people were walking right past her flashed diaper, but there was nothing that she could do. Being a bad baby would only make it worse. Thinking about her diaper was a mistake though. She’d had a movement every night by now, and it had been over 24 hours since the last one. Mommy hadn’t held back on the usual heavy fiber meals today either, and she’d been so enthusiastically playing the role of good girl, that she’d let it be spooned into her mouth along with a suggested second helping - without complaint. Not that her objections ever had any weight anyway. Fighting the urge to wet had been bad enough, but now she had to fight two fronts, all the while laying among her toys and obvious playthings, flashing her stupid diaper as the giants moved about, clearly visible as an exiled little girl who had stayed up past her bedtime. Her play-tiara began to slide down a the sloppy costume of an exhausted little girl, as the final demeaning insult of her miniaturized exile. No matter how she scrunched her face, and tried to fight dozing off, she felt sleep setting in, crawling from every direction as the noises of the grownups began to sound muted and distant. After a moment she gasped, then shot up, realizing that she’d actually fallen asleep for a moment. But it was okay! Her diaper was perfectly clean and dry! Oh, she was actually going to do it! She glanced around, and sure enough, Mommy was approaching, beaming. She’d stayed in place for just long enough, and would get to stay awake! And Mommy’s smile told her that she’d get to celebrate New Year’s Eve, with all the energy that would bring. --- “Do you want some more cake sweetie?” She squirmed in her highchair, and glanced at the messy plate covered in cream, and then the novelty-sized plastic wineglass which had been filled with soda. “N-No Mommy, I’m very full.” It was true. Staying up late was beginning to present its own set of problems. She almost felt like she’d be better off in the crib. She hiccuped - which got a laugh from Mommy - and then scrunched her face as a big cloth was used to clean it. She tried twisting her lower half from side to side, feeling the growing pressure down below which wanted to do far worse than hiccup. This was easily the longest night ever. Her vision became clear as the big cloth was pulled away, and Mommy smiled at her, before carrying the plate away. “Oh!” a visiting lady exclaimed, leaning into the fridge, “Perhaps she’d like some of these blueberries? I know it’s a bit late, but it’s New Year’s Eve, she deserves a treat tonight!” “Oh that sounds wonderful!” Mommy agreed. She felt her stomach gurgle in the highchair, and leaned forward to grip the tray. “Mommy!” she suddenly whined. “Yes Baby?” The giantess glanced at her pose then, and tapped her lip thoughtfully. “Perhaps you’d like to go to your crib now sweetie, and stay up for the rest of New Year’s there?” She nodded, desperately, uncaring if she came off as a pathetic baby who couldn’t stay up all night now. At least there, nobody would keep trying to feed her! --- She’d discover how wrong she was when they arrived at the room, and Mommy took her top off all the same. She’d normally devoted all of her energy to blocking out the experience, but tonight she couldn’t take her mind off of keeping her diaper spotlessly clean. Mommy’s breasts were enormous, smelling of salt and vanilla perfume. The nipple had gone easily into her mouth, not quite the size of her huge pacifier teats, but enough for her to get a reluctant grip on. She’d sucked until her jaw was sore, trying to ignore the filling sensation of her stomach. “I’m so fully Mommy,” she whined, daring to open her eyes tonight and look at what she’d been sucking on. Goodness, this woman was just huge. “Other side,” Mommy cooed, and switched her over. --- She’d been in a daze when Mommy had changed her into a nighttime diaper - double layered tonight, in consideration of all that she’d eaten. She could only moan as she was lowered into her crib, laying flat with her face buried in the pillow for a moment, before glancing over to see Mommy checking the cat-clock. “You’ll be able to still see New Year’s morning from here sweetie,” Mommy cooed, coming back to flip her onto her back and stroke her face free of hair. “Can you tell me where the hands will be when it’s midnight?” She tried to sit up, to glance over. Her stomach wasn’t the only problem - the diaper was by the far the thickest she’d ever experienced. It seemed to be taunting her to just give up all her dreams of adult life, to accept that she’d failed the other tests and would fail this one, to just admit that she was destined to be a baby. She’d wished for all this, after all, hadn’t she? Even if it was an offhand wish, why would she make it unless she wanted it? She held up her two index fingers to indicate where the hands would be, once the cat-clock’s black ‘whiskers’ had turned on the white dial. “Oh clever girl!” Mommy praised, rubbing her head, then fixing her hair and leaning in to deliver a series of kisses. “Oh you’ve been so good tonight, I don’t mind you staying up until the clock says midnight, okay? But then it’s sleep, a moment later.” She nodded sheepishly, almost feeling bad for misleading this woman like this. If all went well, she’d be back in her world in just over an hour, when the clock struck midnight. She began to wonder again whether her diaper messing troubles would continue there, but then decided that was the last thing she needed to think about right now, feeling another gurgle come from her stomach. “Mommy?” “Yes sweetie?” “Can you leave the night light on full, just so I can see the clock?” The woman beamed. “I’ll be back after the adults celebrate to turn it off. You better be asleep by then, okay?” She nodded, and got a smile and another loving brush of fingers along her forehead, then the huge woman marched through the nursery and left. She arched her back, and tried to make the pain stop. God, being a beloved baby was hard. Well, she had to admit, if she would just be a baby and stop fighting certain things, it might get a bit easier, though probably no less uncomfortable. --- Sweat beaded her brow. It felt like time had stopped. She stared at the clock, and saw that five minutes still remained. She lifted her crotch from the mattress, held her diapered rear in the air for a moment, then lowered it back down. Anything to stop her from making a baby of herself. She realized that she hadn’t messed while awake except on that first, fateful day. She wasn’t even quite sure what to expect, and what it might feel like. She gave a small girlish whine which brought a blush to her face, and glanced over at the clock. Dammit. How much longer? Her head was getting dizzy, and she clamped her thighs over her diaper several times. She considered trying to rub the bulging front as an unplanned way of taking her mind off of her current problems, but it seemed wrong to start five minutes before midnight and the escape. Besides, so far she’d been unable to bring herself to really do that in this reality. Getting to the verge was fine - she was there half the day already - but going over required forgetting about how real everything was, and every attempt instead brought her snapping back to reality with a disgusted realization that she was just a baby, and babies didn’t masturbate. Her head buzzed. One minute left. She dared stand, which took most of the remaining time, and held onto the rails, staring at the cat-clock. It’s eyes went side-to-side, taunting her, while its swishing tail was almost hypnotic. Fifteen seconds left. Ten. Five. Four. Three. She closed her eyes, not daring let loose now. The grossest danger had at least become less of a problem, but she could soak her diaper with a torrential flood at a second’s notice. Two. One. She took a deep breath, still gripping tightly to the edge of the rail. Well, it had taken a few moments last time, but she’d at least passed midnight now. She stumbled back, and collapsed onto her backside. It dawned on her that it wasn’t even such a struggle now, a part of it had just been the stress. She spread her legs and sat watching the clock, resting back on her hands, feeling the first notion of a trickle between her legs, then realized it was just sweat. Well, it shouldn’t matter now, but she’d hold back. Still, the clock reached half a minute after a midnight, and still, nothing had happened. She began to stress, kneading her diaper with her knuckles, feeling the fight build up again. What if there were timezones or something? No, this place had been on the same schedule as when she’d left her usual life, she was fairly sure. She lay on her back, and began slowly kicking her legs. Oh god. This was taking too long! It had reached five minutes past, somehow. She stood back up, and held onto the rail’s edge, staring at the clock. What on Earth? The nursery door suddenly opened, revealing the silhouette of Mommy. “Baby! You know you were supposed to be asleep after midnight!” She gasped, not even capable of imaging any reality except this one right now. She threw herself back down, bouncing her padded backside around in the process. Good behaviour lessons came flooding back, and she felt a wave of guilt over how she’d been planning a rebellion all day. With it having not happened, it suddenly all seemed incredibly bad and childish. Was it still going to happen? Mommy turned down the nightlight to half, then walked over and glared down. The good mood was lost with her bit of bad behaviour. “You sleep now, alright naughty girl? It’s right past your bedtime.” She gulped, and saw the woman glance towards the hairbrush on the nearby dresser. Oh god no, please. The woman seemed to decide that, overall, she’d been good enough today, and looked away. “Sleep now my Princess, okay?” She nodded, feeling tears stinging her eyes. It was past midnight, and she still didn’t have any relief. The giantess checked everything was correct, then turned and left, closing the door behind her. The former caption author couldn’t do it, she couldn’t sleep. She turned to stare at the clock. First, half an hour passed. Then an hour. It was one in the morning, a ludicrous time by her new childish identity’s standards. At one-thirty, she gave up. Her diaper let out a low hiss, then a growing roar, and began to slightly change in shape, taking a mottled effect on the surface. It just kept coming and coming. Soon the immediate absorbency of even a diaper so huge couldn’t keep up, and she felt a warm pool building around her nethers. She threw her hands over her eyes, and gave a few shaking sobs. Once she was done, she rolled around in it for a bit, confirming that she’d never get comfortable. Suddenly, she thrust her hips into the air and closed her eyes, and began grunting while the back of her diaper expanded and sagged. It was beyond awful, but she had no energy to block this out this time either. She lay with her hands over her eyes, moaning slightly. This was far darker than anything she’d wished for, wasn’t it? It kept going too, and soon she pulled knees to her chest, and rested her heels on the front of her puffy soaking diaper. When she was done, she couldn’t move. If she lowered her legs, most of the mess which had been positioned by her raised backside would have nowhere to go. It would be awful. But she had to lower her legs eventually. And she had to gasp through the squishing grossness. She felt her adult identity finally taking an equal seat with her repressed childhood now. She understood how her neighbour behaved in the nearly schizophrenic way that she did. Both child and thinking adult, mixed into one. What an awful wish they’d each made. By two thirty, she’d somehow found the energy to hump her toys against the front of her diaper with her hands, then turned over, and used her whole body. It was the worst diaper she’d ever been in. She was the most grossed out she’d ever been. She was also the horniest. When she finally collapsed on her big soft toy, quite sure that she’d have failed any of Santa’s tests by now, she saw that it was almost three. She realized that she’d have to be up soon, and finally surrendered, ready for sleep. She was almost asleep when she heard the fireworks start, and the cheer go up from the living room, despite the soundproofing of her nursery. She blinked, staring out through her crib bars at the clock for a moment, trying to make sense of it. Why would people be celebrating the new year at three in the morn- A most terrible shiver ran through her. Of course. Mommy had been looking after ‘a little girl’ - she’d set the clock ahead so that nine appeared as midnight, to ensure that she was asleep by a suitable time, and felt like she’d stayed up. Mommy had even warned her that it was nothing special. And she was right, there was nothing about that hour which had felt different than now, except the cheer going up in the rest of the world. She let loose a frustrated primal scream as the cheering continued, rolled about kicking for a moment in her messy diaper, then finally collapsed. As she opened her eyes, she caught a red glow just seeming to ebb away from everywhere for a moment, and dared hope - but no, it was just locking her into this reality now, that was Santa’s final gift. She knew. She was laying there in surrender, when the door suddenly flew open. Mommy rushed in. Well, at least the woman cared, and was always listening to the baby monitor. It probably also confirmed how little humping she’d get away with on a less noisy night. “Are you okay sweetheart? Did the fireworks wake you up? Oh I should have turned on your crib mobile.” She looked up, and sniffled, realizing that she couldn’t even blame the mobile for he mess tonight. She’d failed all on her own, awake and conscious and willing. She’d surrendered to babyhood as soon as there seemed no easy path to adulthood, rather than hold out as long as she could like a true adult. The giantess Mommy scooped her from the crib, and began bouncing her over a shoulder for a good fifteen minutes, until she finally she could speak. “Just a bad dream,” she mumbled, blushing at the squishes and squelches from below. And it was true, she’d been dreaming to ever think that she’d escape this place. It was the product of her own wishes, after all. Mommy seemed satisfied after a bit longer, though took her temperature with a thermometer in her mouth - thankfully not able to get into the diaper right now. But she did take her to the changing table afterwards, which gave her hope about that. Unfortunately the woman just produced plastic snap-on pants then, and began tugging them over, pulling the whole warm mess of the diaper closer. “We don’t want these to leak, don’t we?” she asked in a cooing voice, pursing her lips and poking the front of the diaper. “No Mommy,” she agreed, despite herself. “You were quite the little pottypants tonight,” her mother tisked. The former caption author let her head roll back in wordless exhaustion, god dammit Santa. Finally the snaps of the plastic pants were all done up, and she went through another round of breastfeeding, before being returned to the crib. A big kiss on her forehead somehow sealed how final all this was for her. “Happy new year baby,” the giantess cooed, smiling and stroking her forehead. "Happy new year... Mommy..." she said, realizing that it really would be a full year until she had a chance of changing anything. Well, that wasn't true. She could hope for the occasional diaper change, she supposed. Mommy gave her one final kiss, adjusted her toys around her so that she had an audience, then left. “Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year,” she mumbled to herself, then looked over, selected a comforting looking plushy, and pulled it in for a cuddle. She plopped her thumb in her mouth, barely even thinking, knowing what she was now, there was no use trying to pretend anymore. “Shoulda just wrote those Christmas captions…” she muttered, closing her eyes.

I love desperation for both wetting and messing. I was waiting for the baby sitter to come pick up my little girl yesterday and had not peed since I got up. To top it off the urge to go #2 was overwhelming. I kept wanting to just go use the restroom but I couldn't leave my daughter by herself and the babysitter would be there any minute. Finally the baby sitter arrived. I had sweaty palms and I was on the brink of making a huge mess in front of the baby sitter. I got the car seat out of my truck and placed it in her car which was frustrating as my hands were now shaking and the seat belt kept falling out. Finally with some assistance I got it, sent my little girl on her way, and raced upstairs and put on an abena L4 air plus. I continued to clench and shake and grind my teeth. My knees were touching all the way down the stairs. As I stepped down the last few steps I felt an unexpected small shart come out. I hopped up on the stool style kitchen chairs which not suprisingly let some more go into my diaper. I continued to have the cramped aches of sitting to contain my bowels and decided to lean forward. As some began slipping out I decided to push and ended up messing all the way up the back, having to rise out of the chair some to allow it to fill in towards my groin. This was extacy. The big payoff after all the pain and dancing around. While I was leaning back thinking about that in total relaxation, the pee I was holding started to go. I left it on for about 4 hours. Suprisingly little odor, and rash.

Rehabilitating Cathy - Part 12 You Do The Math "I have your midterms from last week to pass back to you," said Miss Cauchy, "but the grades are quite disappointing. If you girls don't get your little backsides in gear and learn this shit you will definitely spend some time testing our latest and greatest in training gear, like our Miss Philips here. I'm getting pretty impatient. The next F on a test I give out will come with a week in training." A wave of dismay washed across the class as the girls reacted to the threat. "Here, Tamara," Cauchy continued, handing the stack of papers to Tamara Cousins sitting in a desk at the front, "take yours and pass the stack. The papers are in alphabetical order by last name." As Tamara began leafing through the papers Cauchy went on, "Who is taking Miss Philips' paper for her?" "I'll do that, Miss Cauchy," said Tamara, "I'm on the same hall with her and we're friends. I've got the same schedule as her, since we started on the same day." "OK, that's settled," said Cauchy, "Now let's continue from where we left off yesterday. Linda, it's your turn ..." It was Miss Cauchy's method to cycle through the students in order during her lesson, expecting each to answer whatever question she posed them in the context of the subject at hand. Cathy, in her gagged and bound state, could not answer Miss Cauchy's questions when her turn came, which had earned her several black marks. Cathy knew that they would come back to haunt her sometime before the end of the term, though she didn't know in what way. Cathy, freed from the dolly the previous day, was sitting in her regular desk. Her hands were still strapped behind her back, so she could not raise her hand or take notes, while the gag in her mouth made it impossible for her to answer questions or participate in class, but at least she wasn't positioned in the front of the class strapped to a dolly the way she had been for the first several days of her stint in 'training.'" The class proceeded normally until Cathy's turn to answer a question came. Miss Cauchy directed a question to Cathy as if she didn't know that Cathy couldn't answer. "Step up to the board, girl, and write down the answer," insisted Cauchy. Bewildered, Cathy scooted out from under her desk and walked to the board. She then shrugged her shoulders and looked helplessly at Cauchy. Miss Cauchy stepped over to Cathy and shoved her in the small of the back, as if to urge Cathy on to greater exertion. Click. Cathy felt all of her devices start to stir at once. "Oh dear," exclaimed Cauchy sarcastically, "it looks like I've accidentally triggered your trainers, dear. Sorry about that." Cathy barely heard Cauchy's apology. Facing toward the board, Cathy didn't notice the rest of the class gaping at her in fascination as she spread her knees and bent slightly at the waist, looking like a skiier on the bunny slope. They could see her cheeks bulging as she sucked desperately on her special lollipop. They heard her breathing accelerate, becoming heavy panting, as her invaders pulsed away above and below. Soon they saw small involuntary motions from her hips as the lower device's strokes became longer and stronger. With a shudder, Cathy emitted a long moan, immediately followed by exaggerated swallowing motions visible on her straining throat. As the moan died down the class gasped as one at the low but loud burbling sound that issued from the seat of Cathy's diaper. They didn't have to see under her short skirt to know what had just happened. "You filthy girl!" exclaimed Cauchy, grabbing the stunned and weeping girl by the shoulders and propelling her to the door of the room. "Get out of here right now! You know my rules - no stinky pants in my class!" Cauchy opened the classroom door and practically threw the unresisting Cathy through. "Hello," Cauchy hailed a passing matron, "please take charge of this girl. She refuses to participate in class and she soiled herself just to spite me. "I want you to penalize her with four demerits." "Yes, ma'am," acknowledged the matron, taking Cathy by the shoulder and steering her down the hallway, "I'll take care of her." In a daze Cathy walked where the matron steered her. To her surprise she found herself at Miss Mallory's door. Miss Mallory looked up in surprise as Cathy was brought in. The matron spoke up quickly, "Cauchy set her up, Phyl, I was standing outside the door eavesdropping. She triggered Cathy's training rig and then kicked her out when she pooped. She ordered me to give her four demerits." Miss Mallory gazed calmly at Cathy. "How are you doing, dear?" she asked? Cathy shrugged and shook her head. She tried to say OK, which emerged as "Mmmph-mmmph." "Well, Cynthia will take you to a changing room and clean you up. I'm afraid she has to put the demerits in your file. Cauchy could easily tell if she omitted them, since every teacher and matron gets a daily email with the list of every demerit issued under her name, so we can't help you much there. That will probably add a day or two of training to your current punishment, but I'll make sure that when the day of reckoning comes for this place she'll get hers." Day of reckoning, Cathy mused, as Cynthia Ellis led her down the hall to a changing room. What on earth is she on about? Final exam Five weeks had passed since the end of Cathy's experience with the training system. She had mostly recovered, though she suffered from one lingering symptom. Whenever Cathy wet or soiled herself, she became highly aroused, regardless of the situation. She had learned to manage the symptoms to a certain extent. For the first couple of weeks after she'd ended training each wetting had been accompanied by an uncontrollable orgasm, but fortunately that had faded after a while. Now it was no more than a sudden rush of libido that she experienced quietly. At night in her cot she could rub herself off quietly, but during the day she had to simply bear with the torment of her arousal. Cathy, Melissa, Tamara, and Jessica were sitting in Jessica and Cathy's cell chatting. They had been working on homework and studying for final exams during the time between dinner and last change. The bell for last change was only a few minutes away and Jessica and Melissa were explaining to Cathy and Tamara, who had arrived together at the beginning of the term, about the end-of-term dance. Melissa said, "They decorate the gym, they put up a mirror ball and get a great sound system. The girls' committee programs an iPod up with a lot of great dance music and we all get dressed up and dance." "Dressed up?" scoffed Tamara, "What do you wear, hoop skirts to cover the diapers?" Jessica laughed, "That would be a great idea, Tam, you should try that. No, the girls in thick diapers tend to wear fairly full skirts. Nothing to write home about. But the girls who are in thin diapers can get away with little black dresses, actually. And your boyfriend can come, too!" "Little black dresses? Where do they get them?" asked Cathy. "Mail order, silly. Lots of girls have catalogs, so you find one you like, you get measured, and you get your parents to order it for you. They give it to the matrons, who inspect it, and give it to you." "Holy shit!" exclaimed Tamara, "that's amazing. But I bet there's nowhere to get any privacy." "Yeah," acknowledged Jessica, "that's true. But you can dance slow and close. Lots of couples grind like mad. The matrons don't give you shit unless you get really out of control." "Oh, God," moaned Cathy, "I'd die to have a dance with Brad." "Well, girl," Jessica said, "keep your panties clean for a few more weeks and you'll be able to do it. You won't get to thin diapers by then, but you can certainly have a nice dance if you play your cards right." The next morning, Friday, at the end of Math class Miss Cauchy announced, "OK, girls, next week is final exams. Monday is teacher prep day, so there are no classes. Your math exam is Thursday afternoon from 1PM to 4PM in this room. Come clean and dry and you'll do fine." "Before you go, the following girls are missing homeworks and have to check with me before the exam. Cathy, you're missing homework seventeen. Linda, you're missing homework twelve and homework twenty-one." Cathy hurried over to Miss Cauchy's desk while the rest of the girls bustled out of the room. "Miss Cauchy, I did all of the homework. I'm sure I did number seventeen," said Cathy. "My grade book says otherwise, Cathy," said Miss Cauchy. "You have until the end of today to get it in for half credit." "If I can find the original graded by you, will you give me full credit?" asked Cathy. "You can't find the original. You never turned it in. If you produce some other girl's homework graded by me I will know that you cheated," stated Miss Cauchy. "That's not fair!" Cathy exclaimed. "What if you made a mistake?" "I don't make mistakes," intoned Miss Cauchy. Fighting back tears, Cathy left the math room. Some time later, after her midday change and an uneasy lunch, Cathy made her way back to her cell. On her desk was a folder with all of her graded math homeworks, in chronological order. It was the work of a moment to find homework seventeen. Aha, Cathy thought, that bitch Cauchy was wrong. I did do homework seventeen and she graded it and returned it to me. I have the proof right here. Cathy hurried back toward the classroom area carrying her folder of math homeworks in her hand. She got to the the door of Miss Cauchy's office, slightly out of breath. Cathy knocked at the door. Cathy heard some faint noise inside followed by silence. After a minute or two she knocked again. She thought she heard Cauchy's nasal voice croaking, "Come in." Cathy opened the door and stepped inside. Before she realized what was happening, she was grabbed by two large girls. These were girls she didn't know. They were part of the rough gang who Cathy and her friends stayed away from. The two grabbed Cathy, one on each arm and quickly swung her to the floor face down. Cathy tried to struggle, but she was no match for the two hefty girls. A third girl joined the pile and Cathy was quickly gagged and her hands cuffed behind her on the floor of Miss Cauchy's office. Cathy craned her neck around, trying to assess the situation and figure out why these girls were here and what was going on. Over in the corner of the room she could see what looked like Miss Cauchy. Her back was to Cathy and she was crouched peculiarly in the corner. Suddenly Cathy realized that Miss Cauchy was bound to a dolly. I guess these bitches were doing something really bad to Miss Cauchy and I surprised them in the middle of their plan. Shit, I hate Cauchy as much as anyone. If they let me go, I won't rat them out. One of the girls, apparently the leader, said to the others, "We can't let her tell anyone. Go get another set of gear and bring it here. We'll take care of her the way we took care of the bitch. She can spend the weekend in a closet just like her favorite teacher. Here, take the ID bracelet." Cathy mmmphed loudly through her gag, trying to communicate to the girls holding her down. The leader handed a shiny silvery object to one of the other girls who slipped out the door. Cathy struggled, flexing her arms and legs and twisting her torso in an effort to break free. One of the girls holding her down hissed, "Stop moving, bitch!" and slammed Cathy in the head with her fist. Cathy subsided, dazed. A short while later the door opened again to admit the girl who had left before. She dropped a bag full of lumpy objects on the floor and leaned a dolly against the wall. "OK," whispered the leader, "we have to work fast here. Here's what we'll do. First, we'll replace her gag. Once that's in place, we'll open her diaper and fit her with the belt and the goodies. After that you two will hold her and Sally and I will strap her to the dolly. We'll put Cauchy in the closet in room 219 and this twit in the closet in 221." As the girls got to work on her, Cathy wondered how they were able to operate the closures on her plastic panties and the straps of the gag. I thought only the matrons' ID bracelets could do that. How can these prisoners be doing what only matrons and teachers are supposed to be able to do? The leader had the gag ready with its tip right next to Cathy's mouth. When one of the other girls yanked Cathy's current gag out, the leader slipped the new one in instantly, leaving Cathy not a moment to shout out a call for help. Cathy realized, to her dismay, that the gag with which she had just been fitted was one of the pieces of the training setup that she had experienced only weeks before. The next project for the girls was to strap Cathy's arms behind her in the standard leather harness that she'd come to know and hate starting with her first day at Meridon. At last they removed her plastic panties and diaper. With Cathy uttering high-pitched "mmmphs" of protest, they inserted a huge vibrator into her girl parts. The strong girls then flipped her back over onto her stomach. One of them stuck a couple of fingers covered with some sort of viscous lubricant into her rear end. Shortly afterwards Cathy felt something being forced into her rear sphincter. Once it was seated, one of the girls said, "OK, inflate it now," and Cathy felt something expanding inside her bottom, sealing the object attached to her bottom tightly. On her back again, Cathy was rapidly diapered, though this time in the thickest diapers she had ever experienced. Plastic panties quickly sealed everything up. Moments later Cathy found herself strapped to a dolly and rolling across the hall into a darkened classroom. The girls rolled her into the large closet in the back where they left her in the pitch dark. Cathy wriggled and mmmphed experimentally, but everything was quite securely fastened and the closet was so far away from where any people might be at that time of day that there was no danger that what little sound she could emit would be heard by anyone. Some time later the closet door opened again. Two of the girls, Sally and Leslie, came in, pulling a tall pole mounted on a three-legged wheeled base. Suspended from the crossbar of the pole were four large bags of fluid, their hoses inserted into a small grayish box. A feeding hose hung from the box and the girls made quick work of attaching it to Cathy's gag. Nothing flowed immediately. Leslie then attached something that Cathy recognized as a training controller to the crossbar. She rapidly connected slender cables from it to Cathy's gag and to the fitting leading from the waistband of her diaper to the giant device buried in her snatch. Sally then took a small black remote control and pointed it at the crossbar and pressed some buttons. LEDs on the grayish box and on the training controller glowed red. Sally looked at Cathy and said, "You should be fine for the weekend here. We put plenty of fluid there, and the timer will make sure that it lasts you. The training rig is set to keep you busy whenever you wet yourself. The diapers will pretty soggy by Tuesday when they come back to use this room, but nothing you haven't experienced before. We plugged you so that you don't have to have to worry about a dirty bottom all weekend. That will make you pretty dangerous to whomever changes you when you're found on Tuesday, but that just makes it even funnier." "Let me give you some advice, girlie," said Sally, with menace in her voice. Our beef is with Cauchy, you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't make it worse for yourself by ratting us out. When they find you on Tuesday, tell them that you didn't see who did this to you. Got it?" Cathy nodded. "Good girl," Sally said, with a tight grin. "Sleep tight. Don't try to count your orgasms, bitch." The door closed and darkness settled around Cathy.

Rehabilitating Cathy - Part 11 First night in training Jessica held the door while Melissa pushed Cathy in to the dolly. One of the matrons scurried over and took Cathy away from her friends and rolled her over to the familiar area where the restrained girls were fed. To Cathy's dismay the gag was not replaced with the familiar feeding gag. Instead a hose from the feeding bag snapped directly into a fitting in the gag in Cathy's mouth. Worse, she discovered, the configuration of this gag, with its delivery end far back in her mouth near the back of her tongue, prevented her from being able to slow down the flow. Fluid poured out of the end of the gag and straight down her throat, forcing Cathy to swallow rapidly in order to avoid choking. This vigorous swallowing produced extra suction and even faster flow. By the time the other girls, sporting the normal feeding gags, had finished one bag of fluid Cathy had zipped through two. When she was fitted with her solid food she was further dismayed to see that her bag was larger than the ones that the other girls were getting. I wonder if there's anything different other than quantity, worried Cathy. After sucking down her bag of food, Cathy was treated to two more bags of the standard clear amber liquid. Her stomach was feeling very full by the time a matron disconnected the last hose from her gag. Her bladder was already beginning to ache, but Cathy didn't want to wet herself and trigger her little inhabitants in the Cafeteria in front of every girl in Meridon. The bell marking the end of dinner rang and Jessica and Melissa came over to take Cathy back to her cell. As they made their way down the corridor toward the cell Jessica asked Cathy, "We're going to the lounge to watch TV before last change. Do you want to go with us?" Cathy shook her head. Her full bladder told her that she was destined to undergo some vigorous training before last change and she did not want to do that in the crowded TV lounge. "I didn't think so," nodded Jessica. She and Melissa situated Cathy comfortably in the cell, to the side a little away from the door so that casual passers by would not easily see Cathy. They left and closed the heavy door behind them. Shortly after her friends had departed Cathy sighed and concentrated on wetting herself, trying hard to maximize the flow so that she could empty her bladder before being overtaken by the distracting insistance of the moving vibrating intruders. Returning to awareness after her first cycle she discovered that she still had a significant amount in her bladder. After letting her breating return to normal she started again. When she finally regained awareness and surveyed her situation she was delighted to discover that her bladder was in fact empty. Then she realized that sometime during the orgasm that capped the second training cycle her bowels had unlocked, providing her with a very full and rather smelly diaper. At least I got that over with before last change, Cathy thought to herself. Too bad I've got to sit here like this for another hour or more. Next time I'll wait as long as I can before letting go so I don't chance another wait like this again. When Jessica brought her back to after last change, there were several matrons waiting in the cell. They unstrapped Cathy from the dolly and made short work of prepping her for the night. Her wrists and upper thighs were attached using soft leather cuffs. Each ankle was attached to one of the corners of the cot, leaving her immobilized but not actually uncomfortable. The controller was attached to the side rail of the cot. I guess I'm in for some training during the night, Cathy thought. "Good night, dear," the leader said with mock solicitousness as she pulled Cathy's blanket up to her chin, "don't worry if you have to pee or poop tonight. These diapers will keep you clean and tidy." With that she groped Cathy's crotch through her thick diaper, eliciting a protesting "mmmph" from the pinioned girl's distended mouth. Jessica kept up a soothing flow of small talk for a while after the matrons had left. With a final, "Good night, sweetie," Jessica closed her eyes. Cathy lay uncomfortably on her back in the dark cell. After a while she slept. Midnight Confession Cathy awoke, disoriented, with a start. What was going on in her mouth, she wondered for an instant, before the enlarging monster between her legs and the sucking appliances on her nipples restored her memory. I must have wet myself, she thought, as she began to suck vigorously on the invader in her mouth. She noticed, to her surprise, that she was already quite aroused. In short order Cathy's occupants rode her to a shuddering orgasm. As she cooled down afterwards she was pleased to realize that she had somehow managed to empty her bladder before or during her training session. No second acts was Cathy's final thought as she drifted back to sleep. Later that night she was woken again and treated to yet another cycle of training. This one left her bladder too full to get back to sleep, so she reluctantly triggered her third cycle of the night. "You OK?" came Jessica's voice from the darkness across the cell. "Mmmmph," grunted Cathy, hoping that Jessica would interpret her utterance properly. With a creak from the thin mattress Jessica arose from her cot and came over to Cathy. Jessica reached under Cathy's blanket and Cathy could feel her fingers tracing the seams of Cathy's plastic panties, obviously checking for leaks. Jessica ran the flat of her palm across the crotch of Cathy's diaper and checked underneath Cathy's bottom. She ran her hands up and down Cathy's legs and arms, then pulled on the gadgets attached to Cathy's breasts. "You seem OK to me," Jessica said, adjusting Cathy's blanket. "Mmmph twice if you're OK, once if there's something wrong." "Mmmph mmmph," went Cathy. "Oh, great. Well, goodnight sweetie," said Jessica as she returned to her cot. A visit with Miss Mallory The matron wheeled Cathy down the hall. Cathy had recently been fed and changed, so her comfort level was reasonably good. She had not met with her guidance counselor, Phyllis Mallory, since her visit with Brad and her subsequent sentence to two weeks in training rig. By now Cathy had been through more training cycles than she could remember and had become expert at emptying her bladder fully first time. Miss Mallory was sitting at her desk reading a thin sheaf of paper as the matron opened the door and wheeled Cathy inside. Mallory looked up as Cathy was wheeled in and frowned. "You've really put your foot in it this time, Cathy," intoned Mallory. "Or rather," she continued with a wry smirk, waving the papers, "you've put it in your mouth." "I'm afraid this is going to be a rather one-sided conversation today, dear. That's too bad. You were doing so well and I had such hopes for you here." "So," Mallory continued, "was it worth it?" Cathy shook her head and mmmphed her dissent. "I didn't think so. Well, don't fret, dear. The reality is that the system here is rigged. If they didn't get you for getting cum on your dress, they would have gotten you for something else. And even if you'd been a good girl and swallowed everything, they'd have gotten you for giving him a BJ." Cathy was aghast at the cynicism of Phyllis Mallory's outburst. Cathy reflected on what she was hearing. The system was set up to be harsh and to ensure that no girl could avoid a certain amount of punishment, but she had not seen any signs of the sort of wanton cruelty suggested by Mallory's comments. But why was someone in a powerful position like Miss Mallory's saying such bitter things? Mallory leafed through the report in her hand, stopping when she found something she was looking for. Mallory laughed and said, "I see it took you almost a day to figure out how to keep wetting while being trained. Your first time it took three cycles. Before last change that night it took two. After that the worst was two right before lunch the second day." Cathy blushed and moaned through her gag. "Don't worry about it, dear," went on Miss Mallory. "You actually caught on pretty quickly. I remember when your cellmate first experienced the training rig. The first time it took her five cycles to empty her bladder, while each night it invariably took her three or four. Of course we began to think maybe she was deliberately slow, so after a week we fitted her bottom with a little brother to the gadget in her snatch. She got the picture in a hurry, I can tell you. By the time she had been through training the third time she could soak her diaper so fast your head would spin." "Anyway," continued Miss Mallory, "let me clue you in to how the next couple of weeks will play out." "You've been on the dolly for four days now. Tomorrow after lunch you'll be released from the dolly. Your hands will stay in the harness behind your back, and you'll still be pinioned to your cot each night, but you'll be able to walk around to your classes and other appointments during the day. If you're truly creative you might even be able to work in a soccer practice, though whether you could survive a blue card with that training rig in you, I don't know." "Your hands will be released in another three days. They'll still be in mittens, but you will at least be more comfortable. And you'll be able to open doors again, which should be a treat." Mallory went on, reading from the report in her hands, "Finally, about a week from today your hands will be released. At that point you'll have a final three to seven days, depending on how well you behave, before the training setup is removed altogether. At that point you'll be about where you were at the end of your first two weeks here at Meridon. You'll be wearing thick diapers and getting two changes a day, but you can finally begin to accumulate good behavior points toward comfort credits." "Isn't that peachy?" inquired Mallory sarcastically, with a bright but obviously fake smile. "But don't get your hopes up, Cathy," continued Miss Mallory with an exaggerated frown. "Because you will be responsible for all of your homework and class participation during the remainder of your punishment." "I'm sure you are wondering how you're going to write your homework papers and answer questions in class while you're handicapped the way you are." "Well," said Mallory after a pause, "so am I." "No one has managed it yet, and I'm not betting on you figuring out any clever way to do it. So you'll accumulate some punishment points for missing homeworks and for poor class participation." "And if you make a spectacle of yourself in class, you may find some of the teachers, like your dear friend Miss Cauchy, somewhat unsympathetic." As Mallory continued her lecture Cathy noticed that her vantage point on the dolly left her head much lower down than it had been for most of her earlier meetings. And, whereas in her first meeting the dolly had been positioned well to the side of the desk, today she was positioned directly facing Miss Mallory's desk and chair. Cathy's eyes wandered down, attracted by a motion of Miss Mallory's feet below the desk. The desk was a large imposing thing with two pedestals, but without the opaque flat item amusingly called a "modesty panel" in the office furniture business. Cathy realized that she could see the lower half of Miss Mallory's body sitting in her chair. In fact, Cathy could see right up Miss Mallory's short skirt, where she glimpsed a flash of white that she realized must be the crotch of Miss Mallory's panties. Fascinated with what she might see but not daring to stare and draw Mallory's attention to her exposed state, Cathy carefully watched Mallory's face as she talked, only daring to look down when she saw Mallory turn her head to look away or quote from the document in her hand. Suddenly Cathy froze in astonishment at what she was seeing. Underneath her short skirt, Cathy realized, Mallory was wearing a diaper. Cathy could see the bulge as well as the shine of the plastic panties. And Phyllis Mallory's crotch sported the telltale blue stripe that showed that she was wet!