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“This job should be pretty easy, especially with Rocco on our side.” Miles said as they gathered around the campfire. “There’s a train tunnel about two days walk from here. Some villagers have complained about a large group of feral ghouls coming from it. It seems more come pouring out everyday. Inevitably, they spread out and find their way to the village. The villagers have fought them off every time, but they got hit pretty hard last time.” Rain nodded, taking a drink of her Nuka-Cola, something Mrs. Sellers had never allowed, and as it so happened, her new favorite drink, and looked at Rocco. “What’s the plan, and why will it be easier with you there?” “Don’t you know girly? Ghouls, even feral ones, won’t attack one of their own. So the idea is simple. Our lovely Miss Tali here will make us a nice, fat, powerful bomb. I'll walk it right inside the tunnel, and walk right back out.” Rocco paused to light up a cigarette. “Bomb goes off, most of the ferals go with it, and we mop up the ones that run out of the tunnel. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” Tali stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants. “I will get right on that, but first, I’m taking Rain for her shot and a diaper change.” Rain shuddered at the mention. She hated getting those stupid radiation shots, but they were an unfortunate necessity. Everything was irradiated in some way. The water, the food, the animals, everything. Over time, radiation from their food built up. Rain had suffered from radiation sickness before, until Mrs. Sellers had forced her down and given her the medicine. It really shouldn’t have been such a big deal. It was just a part of life out here, but Rain had always hated needles. Of course she couldn’t remember what had initially caused such a fear, but even so, it was an almost suffocating phobia. Rain had managed to put it off for now, but Tali was constantly pressuring her. She could’ve just confided in Tali. She probably would’ve understood. Hell, she had been one of the first to accept Rain, she took care of her, changed her diapers. Tali might've understood, but it wouldn’t do anything to curb that fear, and Rain didn’t want to appear anymore weak than she already did. Miles held up a hand. “Hold off on that. Rain needs to learn a bit about Thorn and his gang. He’s our true enemy after all. It’s time she knew the whole story. She needs to learn how the Regulators fell.” Rain leaned forward eagerly, too happy about getting out of the shot to notice Tali’s exasperated stare. She wanted to know more about Miles too, so this was a double win. “We came here following a man named George Maxwell. He was the man who had brought me into the Regulators. He was a father figure for me, a mentor. So anyway, George, me, and about 30 others came from out east. We set up a base, and then we started working.” Miles paused and broke open a bottle of what she guessed was some type of alcohol. Rain had never told Miles about her dream, or the fact that she had seen the day the Regulators took him in. She was afraid of his reaction, afraid of what her dream meant for her. Miles took a long drink and continued, his voice low and without emotion. “So we start by taking down some raider groups. There were plenty to choose from. We even started recruiting from the populace. Things were going well for a long time. Our base was hidden, and we had scouts in all directions keeping a lookout. We were so confidant we would never be found.” “Then one day, one of our patrols found a message for us, wanting to meet. We set up a rendezvous point and met with a man who claimed to want to help us. He was from up north, and he told us that it was infested with raider groups, making life nearly impossible for those just trying to get by. This guy had information in spades. He pointed us to group after group, and we found ourselves very busy.” The others all held somber expressions, but Rain was spellbound. She wanted, no, she needed to know how it ended. “What happened?” “The guy got spooked when we asked about Jericho Thorn, the so called “Demon of the North”. He had quite the rep, enough for our guy to flat out refuse to help us find him.” He paused again and took another drink. Rain could feel it. The next part was going to be painful. Sorrow and regret seemed to pour out from her leader in a way only she, with her ability to read emotions could see. Outwardly, Miles was as stoic as he had ever been. “You see Rain, what we didn’t understand was that these weren't just average raiders we were taking down. They were tribes. And with every tribe we took down, the survivors that escaped had to go somewhere. A normal raider group would just disperse, find greener pastures, but these guys? They were angry and lost, and so they flocked to the last man standing.” “Jericho Thorn.” Rain said. “All the survivors went to him?” Miles nodded. “We didn’t leave many, but as I said, we were busy, and they added up. First, our patrols started disappearing. They normally went out in teams of three, so George increased teams to five. They stopped coming home too. Then George disappeared. The day finally came, and we found an army outside our base. The leader was the very same man who gave us so much helpful information. He introduced himself as Jericho Thorn, and George Maxwell was right by his side. They had broken him, and he had given us up.” “We were outnumbered and outgunned. We never stood a chance. No one… nobody survived.” Rain looked down, trying to hold back tears. The feelings from Miles were overwhelming her. Rather, the one emotion. Rage, a horrible, burning rage. She could feel it swelling in her chest, crushing her. For a moment she thought she might black out, until she felt a sharp pain in her arm. Tali withdrew the needle with a cheshire grin. The others broke out in laughter despite the tension had been built from the tale. Even Miles cracked a small smile. “Owww! That hurt so bad!” She whined. “You’re fine. I know how to deal with little girls trying to get out of shots. Diaper change, now missy.” Tali ordered with her hands on her hips. Miyuki smirked at her. “Better listen to your mommy.” “Be nice.” Rocco chided. Rain got up and glared at Miyuki. Whatever kindness she had shown before was gone, and she was back to being a bitch. There seemed to be some type of method to her particular madness, but she didn’t seem likely to offer anything up soon, and Rain was simply tired of her mocking smiles. Tali took her by the hand and led her to her room. Normally, getting her diaper changed was a more or less relaxing affair. Rain however, couldn’t get Miyuki’s words out of her head. Was she right? Was Tali becoming a sort of surrogate mother for her? Was it her lack of a mother, or her lack of memory about her mother, that made Rain cling so tightly to the Scottish woman? She had rationalized it before as simple convenience. Tali took care of her, and it was after all much easier to be changed by someone else. Despite her size, youth, and garments, Rain didn’t feel like a child, she couldn’t remember a time when she had felt like that. Tali had finished her work and was smiling down on her with that kindly gaze of hers. Tali was a young woman herself, but she had a very maternal bearing, and suddenly, Rain wasn’t sure if she loved that, or if it made her uncomfortable. “Hey sweetheart? You okay there? You're looking awfully serious.” Rain shook her head. “I’m just thinking about Miles and his story.” She lied. “Are we going after Jericho Thorn? Is that his endgame?” “Even if it was, and no matter how much Miles might want to, it's impossible. Thorn has way too many men.” “How many?” “Close to a thousand is what he claims. An exaggeration no doubt, but maybe not by much. He has enough to split up his forces into five groups. His four generals control their own territory, flanking him on all sides, ready to fight at his command. Thorn sits in the middle, ruling like a king.” Rain sat up, ignoring the fact that she was still without pants. “A thousand?! Just from the tribes Miles took out?” Tali sighed. “Not all. Raiders from all over the state go up to join him. Add to that a lot of former slaves, and he’s got a pretty sizable army.” “Why would ex-slaves join Thorn?” “Jericho hated the slave trade, hates the idea of slavery actually. He cracked down on it hard, killed the slavers in his territory and freed the slaves. He's a bad man, but even evil men are capable of doing some good it seems.” Tali sat beside her and ran her hand through her hair. “Don’t worry about Thorn. We have bigger fish to fry tomorrow. Speaking of, I need to get to work on the bomb. Want to help?” “Actually I'm pretty tired. Do you think it would be okay if I turned in early?” In truth she needed a little time to herself. There was too much going on in her head. Her mixed feelings regarding Tali were only part of it. Her dreams concerned her much more. No matter what, she needed to be asleep before any of the others. Tali didn’t miss a beat, smiling that infectious smile of hers. “That's fine. I'll be down the hall if you can't sleep.” Tali finally left. Rain stretched out in her cot and got comfortable. Her dream sharing adventure was interesting, but her own fragmented memory was only accessible through her dreams. Her only hope to learn more about herself was to have her own dreams, not getting lost in her friend's pasts. * Luck wasn't on her side. Not only did she sleep poorly, but she didn’t have a dream of her past. Instead it was a nightmare about the woman she had gunned down, staring at her with bloody eyes. The morning came far too quickly, and after a quick change, the team was on the road. Then there was walking. A lot of walking. Gabriel had left his armor at the base so she couldn’t catch a ride on his shoulders, even if he was still a head taller than the others. Still, she found herself walking beside him as Tali was further ahead near Miles, with the unhappy Mr. Happy hovering on her heels. “Enslaver, if you release me now, I promise I will make your death as painless as possible. Deal?” “Think I'll pass, thanks.” Tali said without looking back. “Very well. Release me and I promise…..I will not kill you.” When Tali looked back at this he continued. “Right away. I won’t kill you right away. I’m willing to give you a….ten minute head start.” “How generous.” She snorted. “I'm willing to go to twenty.” “No. Stop asking. You might show a tiny bit of gratitude. You would've ended up a rusted pile of scrap if I hadn’t come by.” The robot gave a hearty laugh. “Believe me Enslaver, I very much wish to show you my gratitude for stealing my free will. Unfortunately, you seem oddly attached to your limbs.” Beside her, Gabriel chuckled. “Gotta say, I like that murderous hunk of metal.” He smiled at her, placing his meaty paw on her shoulder. “You did good in the last fight. I know I had my reservations, but it’s becoming more clear that you make a good fit here.” Rain smiled up at him. “Thanks. Truth be told, I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t met you guys. I was just running from place to place, no real goal in mind. Hell, maybe I would still be tied to that bed.” Gabriel nodded, stroking his beard in what appeared to be deep thought. “That’s all in the past now. Don’t dwell on what if’s. You're here with us now.” She was dead tired by nightfall, when they finally stopped to make camp. After a diaper change, she shoveled a can of beans down, yawning at the fire the whole time. Rocco sauntered over and mussed up her hair as he sat down beside her. “What’s up, Buttercup? Haven’t gotten your walking legs yet?” “Walking legs? What else are legs for? I’m just not used to hiking miles all day.” “Ha! How do you think old man Gabe feels? He used to fly everywhere. Now he spends his golden years walking like the rest of us.” Rain blinked in surprise. “Fly? What do you mean? How did he fly?” “I guess the Brotherhood used these flying machines to get places. Sort of like the busted down cars you see around here, but they went in the air I guess.” “Neat.” She said with awe, imagining what she would give to be able to fly wherever she wished. She glanced around the fire for the first time in a few minutes, noticing that someone was missing. “Where's Miyuki at?” Rocco shrugged as he lit a cigarette. “Off scouting ahead I think. Why, you miss her?” He asked, smirking. “I was just wondering why you aren’t with her. She’s your girlfriend isn’t she?” “Holy fuck, no. Have you seen me? I’m not exactly a beauty pageant winner here. She’s fond of my winning personality, but that’s it. Besides, I’m not really her type if you get what I’m saying.” Rain had no idea what he was saying, but she didn’t care. She was just barely awake as it was, and she certainly didn't have the energy to worry about the one person who seemed to detest her. After another day of walking, they finally reached the tunnel. They kept a distance at first, not wanting to alert the ghouls that wandered around it’s entrance aimlessly. From what they could see there were at least ten, with more wandering out every so often. Tali carefully opened her bag and removed a large metallic device. Handing it gently to Rocco. “You’re going to have thirty minutes to get the bomb as far into the tunnel as possible and get out of there. Make sure you don’t dilly dally in there. You want to be out of there well before this baby goes off.” Rocco shrugged unworried. “Couldn't I just set the thing once I’m in there?” “Do you know how to set it without blowing yourself up?” Tali asked with a hint of irritation. “Nope, sure don't. Okay then, I guess I'll hurry. I work better under pressure anyway. How much do you want to bet I could juggle this thing the whole way in?” Miyuki placed a hand on his chest. “Be serious. This isn’t a joke. Just get in and out as quickly as you can. If you blow yourself up out of stupidity, I'm going to be pissed.” “You're a sweetheart, you know that? It’s nice to know you worry.” Rocco laughed. After the bomb was set, the ghoul walked briskly toward the tunnel, pausing next to one of the shambling ferals so he could give it bunny ears. The feral ghoul paid no mind to his presence. Gabriel shook his head. “We tell him to be careful, and the idiot's playing around down there.” “He’ll make it.” Miyuki said, despite looking nervous herself. “I'll kill him if he doesn't.” “He just needs to be easy with that bomb. Last thing we want is for him to drop the thing and set it off.” Tali said. Rain saw Miyuki’s head flick over to the Tali. Her face had gone pale, her hands clutched the bottom of her shirt. She was terrified. Against her better judgement, Rain reached for her hand. Surprisingly, this was allowed, almost welcomed. “He'll be okay.” Rain whispered. Miyuki nodded slowly, her eyes staying fixed on Rocco’s back as he disappeared into the tunnel. * The tunnel was packed with ferals. Rocco had to push several out of his way as he struggled to navigate in the dark tunnel. His flashlight seemed almost useless with the bodies of the ghouls pressing in on all sides. There were too many to count. He hated the sight of them. They embodied his greatest fear. That one day, he might end up like them, wandering blindly, unable to remember who he had been. If he had time, he would've stayed and taken out each one. It would be a mercy. He squinted in the darkness and saw that the bomb timer read 18 minutes. Plenty of time, he figured. He kept walking, finally breaching the main crowd and coming to an intersection. This would be the place. Wherever these things were coming from, the blast would block their way to the outside. A few feral’s were wandering around as he carefully set the bomb on the ground. One though, caught his eye. There was something about how it moved, less of a shamble, more of a gait, that set him on edge. As the ghoul wandered toward him, he found himself getting closer to it as well. The creatures clothes were torn and tattered, but still, there seemed to be something different about this ghoul, as it seemed to move with greater speed and purpose. Finally, as the two met, Rocco realized his error. Too late he tried to get out of arms reach, but the creature was faster, striking out with it's left hand. Pain radiated through his stomach as he felt something sharp dig deep into him. His hands grasped feebly for his own weapon as the creature pushed him against the wall. Through a haze, Rocco felt his weapons being torn from him as he slid down to the ground. The other ghoul moved with a frantic energy, shaking it’s head and muttering to itself. Rocco was silent as it moved to the bomb he had placed on the ground. “Bad man, bad man!” The creature muttered. “What have you done? What have you brought here?” With effort, Rocco spoke weakly. “That's…..a bomb. I wouldn’t mess with it if I were you. Might….go…off.” The creature rounded on him and stabbed him again. “Bad man! Stop it! Stop the boom boom now!” “Couldn't……if I wanted…to. Don’t know how. Maybe you should run….before it’s too late.” “No! Can't leave family. Ugol can’t leave family. Why did you come here?! We were happy before you came! We were free!” Rocco struggled to stay awake and looked at the pitiful creature, not feral clearly, yet still bonkers. “Family huh? You know, it’s faint, but I think I see a resemblance. Which one's your mum?” Apparently, his humor wasn’t appreciated, and the creature, Ulgol, started beating him mercilessly. With his last bit of consciousness, he looked over and saw the time on the bomb. Only eleven minutes left. * “Rocco, come in now! This shit isn’t funny anymore. Let us know you're okay.” “The tunnel could be blocking our signal.” Tali said hopefully, trying to calm her teammate. Miyuki couldn’t be consoled. Her pacing was erratic, her voice reaching higher and higher. She was beyond reason now, such was the level of her hysteria. “He should have been back by now. Something is wrong, I know it. He’s running out of time.” Rain watched as the group argued about what to do. It was a simpler decision for her. Despite a wet diaper encumbering her, she started for the tunnel. Rocco had saved her, maybe she could return the favor. “Rain, stop at once!” Miles commanded, stopping her tracks. “We might not have enough time. You know that right?” Miyuki stepped forward eagerly, ready to follow, yet unwilling to do so without word from Miles. “Rocco might be in danger. That bomb is gonna go off with him inside.” Rain said, raising her arms. “What are we waiting for?” Miles smirked and gave her a single nod. Miyuki sprinted down to join her. “Tali, give us cover. Gabe, Happy, with me!” The team rushed forward, their first barrage decimating the ghouls in their path. Rain struggled to hit their heads, so she began focusing on body shots. Miyuki didn’t even bother with bullets, her spiked knuckles ripping through the horde effortlessly. Happy, Miles, and Gabriel were further behind in their own fight. Tali had stayed behind, but her aim was true, and she began quickly racking up kills. “Head into the tunnel.” Miles yelled over the chaos. “We'll keep the exit clear.” Rain obeyed and tried to keep up with Miyuki. The two were surrounded in the tunnel, but many ran past them, heading for Miles and the others. The ones that stayed swarmed over them, their nails like claws ripping into the leather armor they wore. Maybe it was adrenaline, but Rain barely felt their blows, only occasionally wincing when the monsters wounded her, their claws tearing into her flesh and making shallow cuts that nonetheless bled profusely. Miyuki was hurt too, but kept fighting with an alarming fervor, as she forced herself further into the darkness. They fought side by side, taking down one creature after another, until they finally reached a breach. She heard the blast before any pain set in, a loud echoing boom, so that Rain thought for a moment the bomb had gone off. As she sunk to her knees, she saw a ghoul in tattered clothing, clutching Rocco’s shotgun. Rain had luckily avoided a direct hit, but she had been grazed across her side, and the pain was staggering. Miyuki grabbed her and hid behind a broken pillar. The ghoul fired again and again, the bullets tearing chunks out of their hiding place. Rain hugged herself against her companion, still crying in pain. Miyuki briefly checked her wounds. “Stay with me, kiddo. It’s just a flesh wound.” Something else was happening. As Rain cried, the environment shifted, the chaos surrounding her faded away. There was a woman holding her, but her face was darkened. Then there was a gunshot, blood, her own screams. She heard laughing, and a figure began walking out of the shadows. “Rain! What’s going on?! What are you doing?” Miyuki asked, shaking her back into reality. “For fuck’s sake Rain, I need you here, get a grip.” Rain had fallen to her knees, her head felt as though it were splitting in two. Her hands ran to her navel, where she had been shot long ago. She could feel the intense, burning pain where, even now, she was convinced she could feel the bullet deep inside. The pain in her stomach was agonizing, and though a part of her knew it wasn’t real, her mind acted like it was. Her body too, reacted to the stress in an unexpected way. On her knees, in agony, her bowels released. If she hadn’t been so certain that she was about to die, she would no doubt have been mortified at the disgusting mass filling she pushed into her awaiting diaper. At the moment however, vague and broken fragments of memory continued to assault her. She heard voices from people she felt she knew but couldn’t remember. “We'll get you through this. I promise. I love you so much.” A female voice said. “It’s only pain. It’s only temporary. All of this will be worth it in the end.” A cold, monotone male voice said. “What can I say kid? Life is shit and then you die. Fair doesn't mean jack in the real world.” This male voice was unknown, but still familiar in the vaguest sense. Nothing made sense. The memories taunted her, while in the present, she heard muffled gunshots and Miyuki screaming at her. “Stop! Please make it stop!” Rain screamed. “I don’t want to remember. Please, I don’t want to know!” * Miyuki watched as her comrade writhed in pain beside her. The ghoul firing at her apparently had all of Rocco’s weapons. They had been in a back and forth stalemate for some time. The darkness of the tunnel made it hard to even see her opponent, and she still hadn’t seen Rocco. Finally, a silence descended in the tunnel. Rain fell silent, and an unpleasant smell began to emanate from her. The ghoul still had, it seemed, run out of shotgun ammo. He paused for a moment before pulling out Rocco’s pistol. As he resumed firing, Miyuki fired back and was rewarded with a cry of pain. Ignoring Rain for the moment, she moved forward, counting on momentum to finish the job. The ghoul had decided to make a run for it, clutching his right arm as he made his way deeper into the tunnel and out of her sight. Miyuki gave chase until she spied Rocco lying slumped against the wall. A quick check confirmed he was still breathing, so she grabbed his arm and dragged him over to Rain, who seemed to be in a kind of stupor. Ignoring the smell, she lifted the girl onto her back before bolting for the entrance. She had no idea how much time was left before the bomb went off, and as she drug the bodies of her teammates along with her, she had one thought. She knew she wasn’t going to make it. Then she saw Miles and Gabriel rushing to her, telling her to hurry. They reached her and took Rocco from her. With only Rain on her back, the team rushed for the light of the outside world. Then there was a tremendous noise, and the tunnel shook before a force knocked into them , sending them flying outside as the tunnel crumbled behind them. * Ulgol hid in the darkness of the tunnel, too afraid to move. He wasn’t sure if he had been pursued. When the tunnel began to shake, he cautiously moved out of his cover. When the wall of fire came toward him, he didn’t even try to escape. A blaze of pain ended all his thoughts. That was the end of poor, crazy, Ulgol.

“Are you sure?” Sarah asked. I nodded my head once again, gritting my teeth a little as I did. “When I need to go, I’ll go. You don’t need to remind me”. She didn’t look convinced. Which, I suppose, was fair. Much as I didn’t like to admit it, I’d had more than a few wet patches and skid marks recently. It wasn’t like there was anything medically wrong, I just sometimes held it a little too long. Well, a lot too long, really. At first Sarah hadn’t noticed the accidents. Or at least, she hadn’t mentioned them, but then there was the night when I was undressing for bed and as soon as I took my jeans off she noticed a smell. I was oblivious to it, so when she asked me to turn around I didn’t think much of it. Until she came up behind me and pulled my boxers down. We were a pretty kinky couple, and we often switched roles between top and bottom. And it wasn’t unusual for us to start a scene spontaneously, but even still, it was a bit of a surprise when she bent me over and gave me ten hard swats on my butt. “What was that for?” I asked, with a slightly more whiny tone than I’d intended. “If you’re going to stain your underwear like a child,” she chided me, “then you’ll be punished like one”. She took my hand tightly and dragged me to the bathroom, where she had me grab my ankles while she wiped my butt, scolding me all the while. After that night our relationship changed a little. Most of the time we were like an ordinary couple, but she was hyper alert to every sign I needed the bathroom, and would remind me to go like I was a toddler. Similarly she would make snap inspections of my underwear, and any marks or stains were met with spankings. It was about two weeks into this new regime when the first proper accident happened. We’d booked a weekend at a hotel on the coast, and it was a couple of hours drive away. She’d made me go to the bathroom before we left, even going so far as to stand over me while I sat on the toilet, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t go. After several minutes of sitting there I eventually squeezed out enough pee to turn the water yellow, and she let me get up, but she gave me a stern warning to tell her in plenty of time if I needed to go to the bathroom on the journey. We’d just passed a sign for the rest stop when the urge hit me. I felt my bladder twinge, and considered telling her that I needed to pull over to pee. The thing was, we were making good time. We’d be there in twenty minutes, and I assumed I could easily hold it until then. I’d like to pretend the reason I failed was because we got caught in a traffic jam, or the car broke down, but the truth is, I was just terrible at guessing how long I could go without peeing. I realised there was going to be a problem just as we sped past the turn off for the rest stop. Within a couple of minutes I was stretching my toes and fingers, trying to distract from the burning in my bladder. It wasn’t long after that that the squirming began in earnest. Of course my girlfriend noticed. “Why didn’t you tell me you need to go when you saw the sign for the rest stop?” “I didn’t need to go then.” I snapped back. “Really? You’re about to piss your pants in my car and you’re getting snippy with me?” “I’m sorry” I tried to placate her, but it was too late. “Apology accepted, but your attitude just earned you a punishment when we get to the hotel” “A spanking?” I ventured. “A punishment, not a funishment. It’s not going to be something you’ll enjoy”. I was too busy trying to hold my bladder to consider what the punishment would be. I pulled my phone out and checked Google Maps. Five minutes to the hotel. I watched as the little dot followed the path… four minutes… three minutes. Then, without warning, the car stopped. “What’s happening? Why’d you stop?” My sense of panic was obvious in my voice. “I told you you weren’t going to like your punishment. Nothing else I’m doing is teaching you a lesson, so now you’re going to have to suffer some real consequences”. My eyes went wide. “The hotel is about a mile away. It’ll take you about twenty minutes to get there. If you’re lucky you might find somewhere en route that’ll let you use their bathroom.” I didn’t move. “Get going, you’re wasting time here. I’ll meet you at the hotel.” Not quite believing what was going on, I eased myself out of the car, careful not to lose control as I did so. Sarah kept the car stationary as she watched me stagger stiff-legged for a few steps, before stopping dead in my tracks and absolutely soaking myself. She pulled forward a little, wound the window down. “I’ll see you at the hotel, honey. I love you”. With that she drove off, leaving me to walk through the town with piss-drenched pants on display for the world. The walk was more tolerable than I’d expected. I only passed a handful of people, but although each one gave me a very strange look it wasn’t as humiliating as I’d expected. That wasn’t the case when I reached the hotel. Sarah clearly thought the walk wasn’t bad enough, and had decided to up the ante. She was waiting for me as I got to the front door, cases beside her, and a shopping bag in her hand. When she saw me she exclaimed so loud people in the next town could likely have heard it, “Oh honey, you wet yourself again. I’m so sorry. Is it just wet or did you mess yourself too?” Without giving me time to answer, she reached into the bag and handed my a package of Tena adult pull ups, “Here you go. These should make it easier to hide your next little accident”. I turned a deep shade of crimson as I took the package from her. I should have been furious, but somewhere between the humiliation and the fact that it was genuinely quite funny, I went with it. After that weekend, she tended to keep me in pull ups most of the time. Every so often I’d be trusted with underwear, but as they were always dirty or damp by the pre-bed check, I’d be back to pull ups the following day. For a brief while that led to a kind of calm equilibrium between us - if I had an accident it was relatively easy to just put a clean pull up on, so although I still got spanked for having an them, she eased off on reminding me to use the bathroom. The problem was, that meant I put off going even longer, and so the accidents not only got more frequent, but worse. The wet spots turned to floodings, and the skid marks turned into full on messings, and more often than not both kinds of accident led to leaks. Things changed with the restaurant incident. We’d both had a busy week, and decided to treat ourselves to a meal out. Nothing grandiose, just a chinese at the local buffet. As usual, I was in a pull up, and as usual I was far more bothered about things going on around me than I was about using the bathroom. I was aware of a rumbling in my belly, but I was also in line for the desert station, and I didn’t want to lose out on a slice of cake just because I’d had to poop. Besides, I’d already soaked one pull up today, which meant a spanking this evening, so I didn’t think a few skid marks would really matter in the grand scheme of things. As I got a slice of cake for each of us, my tummy gave a deep rumble, and I let out a silent but very smelly fart. I was going to have to drop the cake at the table and head straight to the bathroom. I crept across the room, desperate to hold on, but I was less than half-way to the table when my sphincter gave out, and I crapped my pull up. It wasn’t a huge mess, but I was definitely aware of it, and it felt like clean up would be tricky. That left me with a decision to make: I could drop the cakes with Sarah and head to the bathroom to try to clean up, I could tell her what had happened and we could pay up and go, or I could carry on as if nothing had happened and hope she didn’t notice I’d pooped myself until after we’d left the restaurant. True to form, I went with option three. I sat back down at the table, set the cakes in front of us, and began to eat. At first Sarah did the same, but then she paused, taking a sniff of the air. “Ew, can you smell that?” she asked. I thought best to play along, I sniffed the air, “It smells like the drains are backed up, probably the glass washer or something”. She glanced over toward the bar. It was the other side of the room. She shook her head, then locked eyes with me, “It only started when you came back…” She trailed off a little as she realized what had happened, “Oh. My. God. You messed yourself here?!” “I’m sorry,” I squeaked as my eyes fell down to the table, although not before I’d caught the genuine fury in her eyes. “It’s one thing that you shit your pants”, she seethed, as people at the tables around us caught notice of what was going on, “but then you didn’t even try to deal with it? Really?!” I don’t know why exactly, but I began to shake. She caught my eye once again, and calmed down almost instantly, “I know you’re upset. I know it’s not your fault, but I also know that you knew full well what had happened, and when it does happen you need to tell me. Straight away. OK?” I nodded, “We may as well finish this, then you can wait in the car while I pay”. As soon as we got home, I got the spanking of my life, still in my messy pull up. After that we had a talk. She knew I hated being humiliated, and that it really was an accident, but she also made it clear that we couldn’t go on like this. It was the first time diapers were discussed, and the ultimatum was clear, the next time I left anything other than skid marks in my pull up, or I had a serious wetting accident, I’d be wearing diapers until she said otherwise. Since then she’s been super hot on reminding me to go to the bathroom, and for the last six weeks that’s meant that although I’ve had skidmarks and wet patches, she hasn’t had to go through with the threat of diapers. The thing is, I’ve been kind of a brat about it, and have begun snapping at her for nagging me. I know she’s helping, but it kind of makes me feel like a child. Which brings us up to now, and the moment I pushed her too far. “You don’t need to remind me” “But I do, don’t I? Or else you end up holding until you have an accident.” “I haven’t had one for six weeks” “Because I’ve been making sure you go to the bathroom” “Yeah, the second I need to go, like I can’t hold on for five minutes” For a moment she just stared at me, saying nothing. Finally, after a deep breath, she continued, “You think you’re good to hold it? Fine. Come with me.” She took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. “I’m going to set you a little challenge. You succeed, and I’ll stop nagging you. You can have whatever accidents you like, embarrass yourself however you want, and I won’t say a thing. Fail, and you’ll be back in diapers.” I nodded my head. “Pull your pants down and bend over the bathtub please” I did as she instructed. “When we’re done here I want you to drive to the store in town, when you get there you’re going to buy a cake for us to share, then you’re going to come back and give it to me. Do you understand?” I nodded my head, “I think I can do that”. “Good job.” I felt her finger rubbing around my butt hole. “What’s happening?” “I’m going to make your little shopping trip a bit more exciting” That was when she slipped the suppository inside me. I gave a little involuntary yelp. I’d done anal play before, but this was a surprise. “What was that?” “A suppository. You think you’re so good at holding, now you have something to try to hold.” I made a slight groaning noise, as her finger slid back out. “I’d hurry up if I were you, you’ve got about ten minutes before it takes full effect.” I didn’t need to be told twice. Within two minutes my pull up and pants were back round my waist and I was out the door. Within six minutes I was pulling up to the store. As I got out the car I could feel it churning away, making my belly and my sphincter tingle. I gritted my teeth and headed into the store. The tingling got more apparent with every step I took, and as I reached the cake aisle my belly began to rumble. I reached over to grab the cake off the shelf, and in doing so I stopped concentrating on holding my bowels. I felt something very runny slip past my sphincter, immediately braced myself, trying to hold off the inevitable. I squeezed my butt cheeks together hard, and waddled to the checkout. It only took me a few moments to pay, but every single second was agony. I fumbled as I tried to get my money out, then fumbled with my change when the cashier gave it back to me. By the time she’d given me my receipt, I was sweating, tripping over my feet, and had couldn’t stop passing gas. Never mind not making it back home without an accident, I wasn’t going to make it out of the store. As I stumbled away from the checkout I felt like my whole body was on fire. I was fighting to avoid an accident with every fibre of my being, but no matter how hard I fought I was losing, and losing badly. With each step I took I felt my control slipping. I had terrible wind, and the farts felt lumpy. I finally lost it completely just as I walked out of the store. In full view of everyone, inside and out, I doubled over and filled my pull up. I felt the sludge trying to escape the leg bands as I struggled to my car, finally pushing past them as I sat down. I managed to drive home, but the smell and the sense of humiliation were overwhelming. I don’t remember getting out of the car, or ringing the doorbell, but I remember the look on Sarah’s face as she opened the door and saw me. And smelled me. She ushered me inside, straight to the bathroom, and had me stand in the shower as she stripped off all my clothes. “Well, this is horrific” she muttered, glancing at my stained jeans and the overflowing pull-up. I didn’t respond. Instead I just stared straight ahead. “I think the suppository might have been a mistake. I’m sorry I put you through this” I managed a little nod of my head in acknowledgement. “We can stop doing this if you like,” she continued, “After I clean you up, you can just go back to underwear.” I shook my head, squeaked out a “no.” She seemed surprised. I continued, “Please... “ I began to stutter, “I… I… want the the diapers, please.” She got the shower head down and used it to wash the poop off of me. As the water, then her hands, caressed my thighs I couldn't hold back a smile. “Are you enjoying this?” I nodded, a little shy. My thumb slipped into my mouth. “You little pervert” she grinned. “Let’s get you dried off and in your diaper then” She led me to the bed and laid me on the fluffy, thick diaper. It was far from discrete and there’d be no hiding the fact that I was padded like a toddler. “You’re not going to have to worry about me reminding you to use the bathroom now”, she said, smiling at me. “I suppose not,” I replied, relieved at the thought. “Although I will be checking your diapers.” she said, taping the diaper shut, “And as you’ve proved you can’t be trusted to make decisions about when to use the bathroom, from now on I’m taking that out of your hands.” I had figured this would be the case. I smiled back at her, “Thank you. I love you.” “I love you too, stinky butt” she said, as she leaned down to kiss me.

Sorry for the delay my editor has been busy. Chapter 12 Brianna lead the drooping diaper duo into a room Becky hadn't seen the first time before. It was made up like a giant nursery, complete with a crib and changing table and a large number of over sized baby toys. Suddenly Becky found herself being pulled out of the stroller and onto the changing table. Even with such little movement it made her diaper squish again her bottom again and brought a surge of joy and pleasure again. She did her best ti hide it and simply laid back and waited for Brianna to do her work. Having her diaper changed on a changing table had never really been embarrassing for her, but on a changing table made for a baby was a bit different. "Mommy, will I have to wear D5's like Becky?" Becky tilted her head to the side, had Lisa just called Becky mommy not once but twice? Brianna just laughed. "Not unless you want to Sweety. For now Becky will have to wear D4's like you." Becky hadn't noticed until then that Lisa's diaper was massive as well, not as large as hers but still bigger then a normal Diaper Girl would wear. Why was Lisa here anyway? "Lisa sweety would you like to tell Becky how I you helped me find her?" Lisa's eyes shot to the ground trying not to make eye contact with Becky. "It's alright Lisa she wants to know." Slowly Lisa's brought her eyes to meet Becky's. "I'm sorry, you were right. Mrs. Samson came over a few days after-" It was clear she meant a few days after Becky has stormed out. "She put you on the ground and you looked no different then Lily. You kept smiling and drooling the whole time, Mrs. Samson wouldn't even change your diaper when you were poopy she said you were learning to love them." Mrs. Samson had been torturing her even when she was a mindless baby and couldn't understand punishment, how sick was she? "They kept talking about how well something worked and how she was going to have your teeth removed. I was so scared I know you would never have let her do that to you. A day or two later Mommy Brianna come looking for you. My old mommy lied saying we hadn't seen her, but I was able to let mommy know where you were without Mrs. Carter knowing." Brianna had finished changing her diaper and pulled her off the changing table. Never in her life had Becky been so happy to be wearing a D4 diaper before. Her legs were still jello so Brianna just helped her sit on the floor as she pulled Lisa to the changing table and got to work. "That's how I found you. Once I looked in the window and saw you were there one call is all it took. Lisa didn't have anywhere to go, so I adopted her to give her the baby life she wanted since she threw away her happy life to save you. Now that your safe we just have to get you though the testing to make you a diaper girl again and you won't have to return to the playpen. As Brianna continued on with her plan Becky's attention was drawn to a set of baby keys and were on the ground, she didn't understand why but she suddenly found them very interesting. She crawled her way over to the keys and started playing with them before she shoved them in her mouth and starting sucking on them. Becky wasn't sure how long she was chewing on the keys but Brianna and Lisa shaking her suddenly brought her out of her trance. "Becky, Sweety are you alright?" She worked to shake the cob webs from her mind. "What's happening to me? It's like I'm fine one second and the next I'm back to baby mode." Becky found herself pulled into a tight hug, "I don't know Sweety, but we'll find out." Crawling from the nursery to the dinning room it was clear to Becky the whole house was designed now with Lisa in mind. Brianna had helped Lisa into a high chair while Becky got a normal chair, Brianna had prepared a late lunch. Lisa was given baby food for lunch but to Becky's surprise so was she. "I don't want to sound rude but could I have some real food?" "I wish I could Sweety, but for the last few months you have lived off formula and baby food. It would be a good idea to ease you back onto solid foods." As much as she wanted to debate the issue Becky did find the baby food strangely tasty and didn't push the issue. Becky found it hard to use a spoon and it wasn't long until Brianna came over and started feeding her. Lisa didn't even bother with the spoon and was just eating with her fingers, she was really going all in on this baby thing. Once lunch was finished and Lisa was cleaned up Becky found herself and Lisa being piled into the car again. "Where are we going now?" "Well I set up a time with the Matriarchy to get you released from the playpen." "I hope I can still work at Diapered 4 Life when I'm a registered Diaper Girl again." "Let's cross that bridge when we get there." The Matriarchy testing facility wasn't too far away. Lisa was left in the daycare while Becky would be testing. Still in the stroller Becky was wheeled into a small room not unlike the one she had done her testing in. Brianna helped her to the examination table before the doctor walked in. A young tall women in her mid 30'd entered the room soon after. "Hello, you must be Becky and Brianna." The doctor shook both their hands. "I'm Dr. Rogers, your case has been all over the news. We were all taking bets who would be testing you." Dr. Rodgers quickly starting writing some things down on her tablet. "This will be different than any other testing we have done before. No one has ever come out of the playpen before." "Well let's get started, anything I have to do I will to stay out of the playpen." Dr. Rogers laughed, "I can imagine. First let's start with the basics, can you stand for me?" Becky slowly slid her padded butt off the table. She had to steady herself against the table with the jell-o legs she had. The doctor took a few steps back, "alright now walk over to me please." The diaper was extremely thick that walking normally would have been hard but with her legs like this she learned it was impossible. She only made it two steps before she fall back on her butt. The padding helped the fall but her pride had take a hit. She was so angry with herself, why couldn't she walk? It wasn't fair. Becky started wailing like a newborn as everything around her seemed to fade into her own crying. Warm. Squishy. Pleasure. There was something warm and squishing pressing against her bottom and it was growing. The bottle between her lips was half empty before Becky came back to herself as Brianna and Dr. Rogers were talking with another women she hadn't met before. "How long was I out this time?" pulling the bottle from her mouth to talk. All three women stopped instantly and turned to Becky who was sitting in a fresh pile of her own waste on the ground. Brianna help her back onto the table, she did her best not to smile as she left her diaper squished against her, the feeling was intoxicating. "About 15 mind Sweety." "Becky, I'm Dr. Fletcher. Tell me what do you remember?" Becky thought for a moment, everything was a blur but as she focused things started to come into view. "I fell... I started crying. Brianna tried to calm me down but I didn't stop. Dr. Rogers got me a bottle." "Good, how did you feel just and when you were coming out?" "I felt angry, frustrated." "With Dr. Rogers or Brianna?" "Myself I couldn't even take three stupid steps!" "Alright, what about after?" Becky hesitated looking at her feet. "I felt warm... Squishy." Brianna reached behind her and pressed the mess in her diaper against her. Becky couldn't stop herself from letting out a soft moan. Confusion was written on Dr. Fletcher's face but only for a moment. "Becky, do you feel sexual pleasure from your own messy diaper?" Becky wanted to die from pure embarrassment, but she nodded her head. "When did this start?" She didn't look up from her feet. "When I started testing." Dr. Fletcher turned to the other women. "That has to be it then." "What has to be it?" Dr. Rogers seemed confused. "How does getting off in a diaper change anything?" Oh ya, Becky was ready to crawl into a hole and die alright. "The drugs used at the playpen are different then what was used on Becky. The drugs they use damage the brain, memories are erased and the women is left nothing more then a mindless baby. They didn't just use drugs on Becky they also hypothesized her." "How does hypnotism play into this? How could it make her a baby again?" "She must have a command to fall into her baby state of mind when overcome with emotions like anger, fear or even joy. The reports from the playpen say she was a happy baby." "So the sexual pleasure does what?" "It's not an emotion that one would think of when they think of a baby. That sexual please is most likely the only thing that saved Becky from life in the playpen. With the drugs out of her system the only thing holding her there was the hypnosis, any strong feeling would only reinforce her baby state." "If that's true why didn't she come out of the baby state long ago, she's been pooping herself the whole time she was in the playpen?" "Well the drugs had to work their way out of her system, the problem though would be the strong feelings she had kept her as a baby. Only something massive would have pulled her out of it." Slowing all three women seemed to come to the same conclusion and slowly turned to Becky. Becky could feel them all staring at her, it was almost too much to admit. "Alright, I had an orgasm. That's when I first realized I was in the playpen." A long awkward silence, fallowed by a rawer of laughter from everyone, even Becky. "I guess we can call that a true life changing orgasm." Dr. Fletcher laughed. "If we know what caused it how do we fix it?" Becky figured now that they knew they would naturally be able to fix it. "We might be able to send you to a Hypnotist to try to undo the damage that was done. The issue is it could take time. That leads to the problem of the playpen. I'm sorry to say but as you are we couldn't pass your Diaper Girl tests." "Why not?!" Becky and Brianna said at once. "Just think what would happen if she was driving, or even walking down the street and she went into baby state. A Diaper Girl has to be able to take care of herself and at the moment, I'm sorry Becky you aren't able to." It was devastating. She suddenly felt fear of having to go back, she could feel herself slipping she knew she was going to go back into a baby state if she didn't calm down. Brianna must have realized this and shoved the bottle back into Becky's mouth. Almost instantly she started to calm down. "The bottle calmed her?" Dr. Rogers asked confused. "It makes sense that baby things would calm and sooth her." "Isn't there anything you can do?" Brian begged. Both doctors looked at once another for a moment. "She needs time, time she doesn't have. In the playpen they most likely won't let her be realized for treatment every day. That leaves only one real chores of action." "Anything!" Becky said, she didn't want to go back to the playpen. Dr. Fletcher looked at her for a long moment before sighing. "Adoption."

We each have our own 'nature' so go with yours. There are no wrong choices if you do that I'm glad you're seeing a Doctor for this; your health matters and something is definitely going on to bring this much change to your urinary habits. Much like you seem to be, I have a deep strong aversion to deceit But I also have a strong emotional need to wear diapers, and I know that being totally honest about that would do harm to me and those who care about me. I'm stuck with handling this somehow and as much as I want to be honest I must not harm others unnecessarily either. So what do I do? For most folks, my simply telling them "I need diapers" is enough and that's honest too because I do need them, just not in the way they will think I have said I do. The real issue for me are those closest to me; that little "game" won't cut it for me with them. Luckily I haven't had to go there yet and I hope I never do. But their feelings are still going to be involved and I'm still obligated to not hurting them. I'm a big believer in fate, and my fate in life was to have a terrible time gaining urinary continence when I was young. My family knows that history so fate has given me an "out". I can tell them that as they know it's always been a problem with me and now it seems to have returned forever which I am OK with. My friends will need to be told of that history first- then I think they will understand You're in a similar place- you have lost continence physically, those around you know that, and you can choose to keep wearing from now on even if that physical problem gets fixed. Fate has given you and me a chance which many ABDL's would love to have- a valid excuse to wear diapers which others can understand So what is your nature here? Are you OK with living out an essentially harmless lie to gain your best happiness without hurting others, or will that bit of deceit make you less happy in the end? Or are you strong enough to bare your soul and the full truth that you simply like wearing diapers knowing that someone will surely get hurt over that, especially you? Only you can answer that for yourself; just remember that there are no inherently wrong answers because this is your nature and your life we're discussing, not mine or anyone else's. Do what feels right to you Bettypooh

It's in open communications- that is the core of all relationships. Past that, it's the willingness of each person to overlook the "bad" to see the good, and yo do their best to avoid mentioning that "bad". Plus forgiving them when they forget to do that. It's not hard to say 'Mom, you know we disagree on that and I'd rather you don't speak of it around me because it angers me or hurts me' or whatever. Or 'Mom, you know I'm like that and I'm not going to change so please stop trying to do that'. But always end with the reminder that you love each other anyway no matter what- never let it end on a our note. When we get old we get set in our ways and change gets harder to achieve but we can change if we want to- it just takes us more time. You're going to be that way too someday so let that fact help you find patience now when you need it the most. Don't let yourself hold anything in or get run over by someone who isn't willing to meet you halfway but remember that they have feelings too. And as a last resort you may have to remind them who's in charge- you- and that they can either abide by your decisions or walk away. Try to express that gently if it gets that far and don't raise your voice and argue. And remember that you can walk away too. Somewhere out there is my Mom, I can feel her smiling down on me today because she knows that I love her and that nobody can ever change that. I know she remembers the last thing I said to her- "I love you Mom"- and that I meant it with all my heart. Since I don't have her here today let me wish every Mom a Happy Mother's Day in her place along with my sincere wishes that all your children will love you as deeply as I did my own Mom forever. All Mom's are awesome Bettypooh

Cassidy's mom had never shared that tidbit about Cassidy not being allowed back in the house after she pushed her out the door in the morning. No wonder she had wet herself. It used to be when I felt the urge to urinate I had lots of time. Not anymore, when I feel the urge to pee I had better find a toilet. I don't know how many damned times of late I am standing at the toilet trying to get my equipment out of my pants and start dribbling because my body knows its time to go. It's just forgotten that my penis needs to be out of my pants before I start peeing! The pains of getting old. Then you have a poor girl like Cassidy who already has a weak bladder, with no toilets to use. That's a recipe for disaster. I used to pity the mother. I should have been pitying Cassidy! Whatever sympathy I had for her mom was now with her daughter. I contacted Mrs. Parker, Cassidy's mom and l told her that "Cassidy would be staying with Yvette for the next couple of days." She sounded almost pleased, she told me to "Keep her as long as we wanted, then she got nasty and said keep her if you want." I had to think to myself, that's the fastest I've ever seen anybody go from 0 to Bitch in .5 seconds. I couldn't believe it if I hadn't been on the phone with her myself. I went downstairs I heard laughing again only this time it was more joyful. I knocked and was told to "Come in!" again. This time I asked "Are you decent?" I was told "Yes!" both said in chorus. I entered and I guess my face showed my feelings. Yvette asked what's wrong Uncle Eddy. I didn't know how to tell Cassidy her mom really didn't want her. "Cassidy, I began I called your mom and told her you would be spending a couple of days with us." "Did she tell you to keep me?" Right?" "Yeah, I said, Sorry." "Don't be. My mom and I haven't got along in years! I was just going to wait until I was 18 then she would have kicked me to the curb anyway." 'Your welcome to stay here with Yvette if you would like!" I said. "I would like that very much Cassidy said if I have to I will get a job to pay my way here!" "You don't have to do that I said, I think Yvette needs a friend as well. You both have mothers that could care less about you for the same reason." "Cassidy said yeah I know we've been comparing notes. Yvette asked how come some parents have kids then don't want them when they aren't perfect?" "I wish I knew I said, my own daughter, Rachel, has three kids the middle daughter is Autistic she treats her different than the other two. When they go anywhere as a family she is left behind. It's like she is ashamed of her. She usually drops her off here. I would much rather have her than with a stranger. When she is here I try and do quite a few things with her. Last time we went to the State Fair. Looks like I will be taking you two as well now. If I had an answer I would use it on my daughter as well."

Ch. 2 We pull up to small ranch house that could have used several new coats of paint. Steeping through the crime scene tape and the broken door we find ourselves in the foyer. Walking into the living room we see a young woman sitting with her head in her hands. She would have looked perfectly ordinary accept that she seemed bizarrely hazy, her colors muted and outline indistinct. She seemed almost transparent. “Angela Myers?” “You!?.... You can see me. Oh my God every one I’ve tried to talk to hasn’t respond and I saw….. I saw them carry me out. Am I? Oh are you?....” I look at her with an expression of pained sympathy. Samuel “We’re the people who close up and turn off the lights when the last dance is done… Reapers sweetie. We’re here to help….” “So I’m… dead? For real?” It’s at this point that the tears start. This is the ultimate words are not sufficient scenario. What do you say to someone who got one of life’s greatest mysteries answered in full on being run over by a freight train fashion? So, I just sit there with Angela and hold her quietly as the tears gradually turn to dry heaving sobs. “So… So, what happens next?” her voice is hoarse and cracking. “Honestly I don’t know. I just started this job today and that’s way above my paygrade.” “Your?....” “Newly deceased? Yep same as you.” It’s at this point that I feel my chest go tight and I can’t breathe, or at least that’s what it feel’s like. Do I even actually breathe now? And then it’s Samuel holding both of us through meltdown part two. As embarrassing as it is to admit it wasn’t just my face that was wet by the end. Samuel “Is there anything we can do for you?” “I don’t know how I feel towards Terry now. I suppose he was always angry at something. I just didn’t want to see it. You know?” I nod. “I guess it was the cannery closing that set him off. I just never expected him to…..” I squeeze her hand. “I just don’t want any one else to get hurt… Even Terry if that’s at all possible.” “This ends now Angela I promise.” Looking her square in the face. “But I need some info from you first.” “Anything!” “Do you know where Terry might have gone, somewhere the cops wouldn’t have already looked?” “There’s this old farm out on route 27 where we used to party as kids…” I get the address, give Angela’s hand one last reassuring squeeze. Then Samuel and I are off to see justice done.

I got my mom a new house, new car, new wardrobe, cruse around the world, and licorice jellybeans, (her favorite ones). Then I woke up, and thought how much she deserved to have those things. But alas, she will have to settle for, a card, flowers, some lottery tickets, and the black jelly beans. At least, I can do one thing from my dream. Happy Mothers Day to all the moms we love!

I made my mommy a hand print flowerpot. and a card with all sorts of hearts and glitter

I chose "other" in the survey and my diaper of choice is the Noth Shore Supreme. An awesome diaper.

Finding old school plastic pants the ones we wore when we were young really is a royal pain in the butt. Personally I favor plastic pants made with an embossed type of vinyl, back in the days that was the choice of manufacturers here in Europe. Over the years they moved towards smooth sometimes even high gloss vinyl, can’t belief it . Not only that, I like my plastic pants to have a snap front and pockets to tuck your diaper into. Every so now and then I come across a toddler sized plastic pant which I can stretch to fit my adult body. I find them mostly in Germany they probably had a large market for plastic pants made with an embossed type of vinyl. Usually the fit is quite snug but not so snug it will block my blood circulation or pinch my skin, I prefer to wear snug fitting plastic pants anyway. For me it is a continuous struggle to find plastic pants with the old type of vinyl then again every so now and then I am able to find one which fits me right away of I have to make it fit me. Bottom line, there is nothing better than old school plastic pants. Noticed only the somewhat older members replied so far to this topic.

Not too long ago, I went searching for VIP but could not find them. I did find baby-pants. The Milky White are are silky soft and are the closest I've found to the VIP and Gerber classics. The other classic I've fallen in love with is the Blue Dinosaurs, which I'm wearing right now. This pant is probably 8 mil thick, soft and slippery! It gets crinkly and kind of noisy, but when worn with pants or shorts is quiet. They are very gratifying if you know what I mean. The Milky White are a good wear without the diaper too. When worn with diaper, they do a great job containing leaks. They "pull" double duty equally well .

The biggest change I have seen is a change in customer service and shipping times. I could time and plan out shipments before. Now they are still pretty solid but not nearly as rigid. I have ordered through them a few times since the sale. product still arrives in pretty good shape. The other change I have seen is in the Abena products. Gary used to turn the boxes inside out so that the markings that came from the factory were hidden. The new company does not. Not sure if that affects discretion for you.