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CHAPTER THREE Sabrina's night had suddenly taken an unexpected and frightening turn. The VIP lounge had started off rough, but once she had been pulled aside by Naomi, it had been amazing. Naomi was tall, and her shimmery dress hugged her figure, leaving very little to the imagination... except for Sabrina's imagination perhaps, which had been in overdrive. There was something about Naomi's wide hips, her round breasts that made Sabrina want to own her. Naomi was taller than almost any Amazon she had ever met - and had probably gotten a lot of perks in life due to that fact without ever realizing it. Amazons equated height with power, and she had seen with her own eyes how many doors that could open. But the thought that invaded her mind the most was forcing Naomi to kneel before her. To fasten a collar around that neck and know that the Amazon was truly hers - her slave, her pet, her plaything. She wanted to touch Naomi's skin, to feel her... But Naomi had gone from incredibly alluring to absolutely terrifying in just a few words. She read An Amazon Below, Sabrina panicked, Amazons aren't supposed to read that! I'm not even famous, how did she know who I am? "I uh... well," the Little stammered, suddenly feeling less like the sexy conqueror and more like someone completely out of her depth. "Y'see, it wasn't my book per se, I'm just a contributor. Just the... one story, you know. Not that I think Amazons should actually be enslaved!" Her eyes darted quickly to the exit, "It's just... some Littles take comfort in those fantasies. The shoe being on the other foot... not me!" she lied, knowing full well that she had just been imagining the giant Naomi being forced to carry her wherever she wanted just moments ago - and her cheeks burned. "But some... well... some Littles. Maybe I should head downstairs... see the show." "Sabrina, please," Naomi shook her head, her voice calm. "Don't be concerned. I'm not offended in the slightest about the material in your book. It is a work of fiction, not an instruction manual encouraging Amazon enslavement. You needn't fear any sort of retaliation or judgement here, I promise," she spoke in soothing tones, gently laying two fingers on Sabrina's shoulder. "I apologize if I touched a sore spot. Have you gotten much grief in public about it? You are still a free citizen of this city and threats and harassment are still illegal. I do hope you're not having a rough time." "No," the Sabrina's relief was palpable and she let out a long breath. "You're honestly the first person who put two and two together. Well, it's not like the book is super popular to begin with, except with Littles and Amazon perverts, but nobody even knows that I was involved. So.. you kinda scared me there." She was suddenly nervous for another reason and hoped desperately that her bladder hadn't betrayed her, she couldn't tell yet and there was no subtle way she could check - if it had, it wouldn't be a big accident. It was common for Littles to have that sort of problem when they were scared, and Naomi had just mildly terrified her. "I'm glad you can see the value in the work." "I think it was very well written, you've a true talent with words," Naomi praised. "Oh," Sabrina blushed. "I'm glad you enjoyed the story - I actually do copyediting mostly, it's helped my business. I'm glad I wrote it. I heard that publisher was going to do another anthology... I might try to get in on that one as well." The two of them chatted for a while, about Amazon society, about the club, about the bands that Naomi - or rather, her talent manager - booked, and which of them the larger woman enjoyed. Sabrina answered questions about life as a copyeditor and a writer, about creative urges and deadlines. They talked at length regarding custom made clothing, a shared passion - Naomi, it turned out, was so tall that if she wanted anything to fit well, it had to be custom made and she seemed truly grateful for the name and number of another quality tailor. Sabrina just hoped that the Little would be able to help the woman - she didn't know if he had done Amazon clothing before. More than once over the course of the conversation, Naomi would say something that got Sabrina's imagination going and she couldn't help but fantasize about controlling the Amazon, about forcing her to submit, making her beg... spanking her. As the night progressed, the VIP Lounge filled up a bit and a sharp noise caused Sabrina to rise to her knees to look around and get a better view. "Sabrina," Naomi's voice was quiet and she leaned in close. "I don't want to alarm you but you're having a slight... bladder problem." "Oh no," her heart sank as she found herself in the nightmare of every Little everywhere. She rocked back a little in her seat, spilling the remnants of her drink on her dress to top it all off. "Oh shit," she groaned. "I am so sorry... I.. I need to go home." She set the glass carefully on the floor and climbed down from the chair as best she could, feeling humiliated... and feeling Mr. Hansen's eyes on her. Tears welled up unbidden. "I'm so sorry." "Sabrina," the Amazon gently grabbed her by the wrist, sparking a fresh wave of terror, "wait, please. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Let me help. Go to the bathroom, I'll bring you a change of clothes. I was looking forward to enjoying the night talking to you. Let's just get the situation taken care of and enjoy the night like nothing happened, okay?" Alarm bells were blaring in her mind, telling her to get out of that situation - it was a survival mechanism. Amazons were predators, Littles were prey, and deep down despite all of their social advancement, they all knew it somewhere inside. And Sabrina froze. She stared up at the Amazon with her big blue eyes, the spilled Gaule 75 dripping down her thigh and even though everything was telling her to yank her arm away and run, she didn't. Her heart pounded as Naomi led her away. She can't do anything, Sabrina's mind reeled, I'm protected. I'm a citizen. There's no diaper in the next room. I'm safe. I'm safe. Her boots tromped along the smooth floor behind Naomi as she stole a glance at the exit, the Amazon tugging her gently down a hallway in the opposite directly. Opening the door to a private bathroom, Naomi led Little inside, flipping on the light. The bathroom was the size of her apartment, gleaming black tile on the floor and a dark red for the walls - elegant. "I'll be right back," Naomi smiled - it seemed warm and genuine, but Sabrina couldn't help interpreting it as somewhat predatory. "Don't worry too much about it. You're in a nightclub, it's hardly the first time. We'll get it taken care of and never mention it again. I happen to have a spare dress that might fit you - I had gotten it for a Little waitress, but she quit." "Honestly," Sabrina's voice felt weak as she stood in her wet dress, in the Amazon-sized bathroom, Naomi's body blocking the door. "I think I'd just like to dry off and head home... and forget this ever happened, that would be perfect. I'm sorry I spilled the drink, I'll pay for the cleaning bill on the chair from that and.. you know. Just... let's forget about tonight? How about I come back and hang out with you in a couple of days?" I'll have less to drink, for sure. "I'm afraid I can't let you wear those clothes out," Naomi insisted, causing Sabrina's panic to rise again - this is how it always went in the movies. The Little had a small accident under completely understandable circumstances and the next thing they knew, they were pinned against a wall somewhere and their clothes stolen... and then, inevitably, came the diapers. Her pulse raced as she stared up at Naomi. "Wait here just a moment." I'm safe, she assured herself, I'm safe. This isn't a movie, this isn't some story. I have legal protections, I'm an Allemagne citizen, she can't just claim me as long as I have a steady income, accident or no. As the door closed, she took the opportunity to use the facilities and empty the rest of her bladder - she had a feeling that the moments of terror wouldn't be done until she was safely home. The door opened just a crack and she could hear Naomi's voice... it sounded like she was talking on her comm. "Just a moment," her voice filtered through the crack as she dropped a small bag just inside the door. "Yes, I'm here, I just have to get back to my office." The door closed, the bag waiting for her on the floor... sure enough, there was an unopened package of fresh panties and a flowy blue midnight dress. It looked like it was supposed to be ankle-length, but it came to her mid-shin as she examined it. It fit well enough though, a little tight in the chest with her padded bra... but even that looked good. She was taller than average so it wasn't a perfect fit, but it worked well and it was high quality. She began to wonder if maybe she had misjudged the Amazon - perhaps she was just being paranoid. Naomi had said that she enjoyed her writing, after all - she had just panicked that someone knew about her rather risque subject matter in person. She took a deep breath and admired herself in the mirror before stuffing her clothing in the bag and tying it shut. She slipped back out to the Lounge area to grab her purse - not missing the side-eye she was getting from the Amazon man in the suit that had tried to stop her before, and thought very seriously about just slipping out the exit. But she didn't think she'd ever be able to come back to the club if she did, not with her head held high, and this was one of the few night spots in town that didn't discriminate against Littles. She stood a moment at the smoked glass, watching the musical below, a smile creeping across her lips. The dance floor was packed with chairs, the staff must have brought them out, and the Littles watched with rapt attention as the Amazon actors on the stage sang for them. Maybe Naomi wasn't that bad. With a sigh, she walked back down the hallway and pushed open the door, finding her Amazon host sitting at a large desk that was nearly as tall as she was, and talking on her comm while scribbling on a piece of paper. She climbed up carefully into one of the giant chairs and leaned on the desk, waiting patiently for Naomi to finish her call... but she accidentally knocked over a stack of papers, which spilled to the ground. Naomi's face wore a frustrated look, but her full concentration was on the call. "Sorry," Sabrina whispered, climbing back down and picking up the papers quickly... when her eyes fell on it. An Allemagne Hunting Permit... for a Little. Jump to Chapter 4!

44.) We were in line for concessions when his phone rang. I gave him a sour look but he answered it all the same. Why now? It was our date night! I checked my ticket. And we were already running late... I ordered popcorn and soda and some candies, then waited while he talked to somebody. He seemed unhappy. "No, it's..." I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. "Yes I know, I kn-... right. Yeah yeah, alright. Okay, I get it." She wasn't going to be happy at all. I pulled her to one side and put my hands on her shoulders, trying to keep a brave face. "Daddy had a work emergency happen, and-" She was about to protest, and I put my finger over her lips. "I won't be gone all night, but for a bit. I wanted to ask my princess how she might feel if I asked Ginger to come babysit? She could use my ticket with you and see the movie, and we could meet up at home later on?" "I don't want to see Ginger. If you don't want to go--" "I want to go, Frosty, I just--" "Fine! Then go home and do whatever you have to do and I'll see the stupid movie on my own!" I turned on my heel and stormed off toward the theater with my arms full of snacks. Wow, it was like having an actual child! I followed after her and picked her up, scooping her into my arms and sitting her on the ledge that one of the movie posters was inset into. "I didn't raise you to be rude, Wednesday. Ginger has wanted to see you all day too, to make sure you're okay. You don't have to tell her anything, she wont even know about your special undies, but would you please let her come and see the movie with you? For Daddy?" I pouted and looked at my fiancé with frustration. He had put me before his work all month! He had started to actually come through! He was home for dinner and... and... and I wanted my night with him. I wanted time with him. I kicked my feet and looked away. "I want adult time tonight," I told him simply, because we hadn't had sex in over a month. The last time I came, it was because of a vibrator, and that was two weeks ago! The issue of my not being sexually attracted to her notwithstanding, I nodded my head. "Let Ginger take you in to see the movie, and when we're home tonight, we'll have some adult time. Deal?" Mostly I wanted her to relent to needing a babysitter, because if this was going to be an issue with work tonight, I wanted to salvage something. "...she better get here soon. Movie starts in five." I kicked myself down from the little ledge on the wall and walked past Remy and into the theater alone. I sat in the back, sulking and pouting and eating handful after handful of popcorn. Previews started. Those were over. No Ginger. Maybe she wouldn't come. That would be a blessing. "Hey you." Ginger whispered as she sat down next to the girl, only ten minutes late to the film. After all, she was the reason that Remy was called away, so of course she was in the area. Tonight was going to be a big night for the baby girl to be - she was going to be put to sleep with a trigger word in the movies, given headphones, and inducted into some important new beliefs that Ginger had worked on. I didn't say anything to Ginger. I didn't know what to say to her. Yesterday, she'd been... wonderful. Helpful. But how was I supposed to thank a girl for changing me out of a piss-soaked pull-up? So I sat quietly. I wanted Remy here... "It's going to be okay, Apricot Pudding." Ginger counted five in her head to make sure the trigger had taken, and when the girl didn't move, she slipped the earbuds into each of her little eat canals and started the program running. Efforts must be doubled, after all. The credits rolled. I looked up at the screen in bewilderment, up at Ginger, who I was sleeping on, and rubbed my eyes. I didn't... understand what just happened. "You fell asleep," she told me. And now that I thought about it, that made a lot of sense. I had worked myself up over Remy, so maybe I just fell asleep. The sugar from the soda and candy probably didn't help either. "Sorry," I muttered. "I didn't mean to." "It's alright, thats why I'm here - someone has to take care of you." She'd put the headphones away a few minutes earlier, and checked to see that the girl had indeed wet herself, but not enough to leak this time, before counting the remaining minutes to wake her up. "I dun need to be taken care of," I pouted and climbed up to my feet, instantly noticing the shift of weight in my pull-up. I hesitated, patting the back of my dress and finding it dry, before blushing and walking ahead of Ginger down the flight of stairs. My pacifier was still tucked into my dress. "Hey wait up, I need to use the ladies’. Do you need to as well, princess?" Ginger knew the reality, but it was fun to watch for reactions with a little smile hidden behind her features. "Alright, suit yourself, sit and wait for me though, okay? Girls your age shouldn't be left alone without a Mommy or Daddy to care for them." "I... y-you're not...!" But she had already gone on ahead of me. She went into the women's bathroom and I stood uncomfortably across the hallway, waiting impatiently. She wasn't my Mommy! Why did she keep saying that? Because she took care of me ONE time? Because we were friends? She wasn't a part of this game I played with my fiancée - why did she feel the need to interject? Ginger took her time using the bathroom, took her opportunity to review the file, to check for any imperfections in her work, before putting it away and coming back out and putting her hand right on the girl’s cheek. "You're glowing. Remy texted and mentioned he'd be busy for a while longer and asked me to take you out for ice cream. So where should we go?" Her fingers touched my cheek like they had a few times before, but this felt different. It felt electric. I blushed and pushed my face into her palm until she took it away, and I was left speechless. My heart was racing. What... just happened? "I... what?" "Ice cream?" "N-no, I... I... um..." I shook my head. "I'd like to go home please..." That was when I realized Ginger was my ride. "Oh, pretty please? It broke Jeremy's heart to have to go into work today and I promised him I'd take you for ice cream. Please, for me? He said you knew all the best places, because you're his Frosty." Her blush was perfect, her reaction spot on. Timing may have had to come forward, but Ginger was pleased with herself. I looked up at her with blushing cheeks and opened my mouth to protest. But I was having trouble thinking. She took my hand and led me out to her car, and when she asked where to go, I told her a nearby ice cream shop. But I just wanted to change out of this pull-up...

We actually wrote this story on a LiveWriting night, which is a Patreon thing Pudding and I do where we... well... write. Live. But this time, we gave our patrons a special super power: they could change anything we had already written and they could pick what we wrote next! It's a little tropey, but it was a super fun experience. And we have to thank our supporters: @Selpharia (Selphie) and @Yuukarian (Anapathy)! This is just a one-chapter short story thing. But who knows, maybe more will happen in the future? More happened! A complete PDF and ePUB of Reconnecting is available on our Patreon! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reconnecting Written by Sophie & Pudding Meddling by Selphie & Anapathy Chapter One: Diapers "I know I teased you for wetting the bed, but this seems a bit extreme..." We were always close for siblings, but ever since puberty had taken hold and driven us in opposing directions dictated by gender, things seemed more and more distant between Vania and I. And the way she'd reacted after I teased her for wetting the bed when she came to visit… well, it was scary! "You wanna make fun of me because I have accidents Milo? Well I'm not having it. Either you're wearing one of my diapers to bed or I'm leaving!" I had planned to stay two entire weeks, and we were only on the second day. Milo and I used to be so close, and now look at us... "Right, I get it, but why? It's not going to make you any less of a bedwetter an-" If she had an aura, I was sure she'd have been on fire right about then. I didn't mean it! I just couldn't see how she'd gotten from 'pissed at her sibling' to 'wanting to humiliate me' like that. I shoved him as hard as I could into the wall, but I'd never had his strength or balance, even I was a few inches taller. "Wear it or I'm leaving!" The fact I had diapers at all was something I had hoped to keep hidden from my brother, but we'd gotten too drunk last night and I'd fallen asleep on the sofa. One wet cushion later... "I don't even know how, okay!" She tried to push me again and I grabbed both her wrists in my hands and pulled her in close to me by pulling her arms up. "Is it going to make you happy?" "Yes," I muttered, struggling to pull away from him. Finally, he let me go and I stood as tall as I could, looking at him with a deathly glare. "I'll show you what to do. And you're wearing it to bed. The whole night! So you know how it feels to..." I didn't finish my sentence, a blush overwhelming my cheeks. "How it feels to wet the bed? Vania..." She was crazy. "Whatever I do, if I wear it or not, it's not like I'm going to have an accident at night, alright? I'm an adult." An adult? I glared harshly and he quickly realized his mistake. "I'm leaving," I pushed past him to the spare room and started packing up my bag. But I knew better - Milo and I had been best friends since the day we were born. We had that twin-telepathy thing. Sure, we had drifted, but both of us wanted to be closer. This was... well it was a way to reconnect. As stupid as it sounded. "Hey I'm sorry, alright, I'm sorry." I grabbed her wrist as she was unzipping her bag, and she shook me off with a pout and puffed up cheeks. "I said I'd do it, alright? I just... you're a girl, Vania, and wearing girls things is weird... I'm not gay, you know?" "It's a diaper." "It's pink." I put my hands to my face and sighed. How was my brother such a goddamn idiot? "Fine, you don't want to wear it, I'm leaving." "I said I would!" "Then stop being a..." I thought about it. "Stop being a baby about it, then." Well, that certainly hit home. I crossed my arms and puffed my cheeks the way she just was, which was MEANT to mock her, but just made me look more like her and thus, less intimidating. "What do I do?" I checked the clock. It was already eight at night. Early for bedtime, but whatever. I fished into my suitcase and pulled out one of the pink diapers - something simple and medical with a pinkish tint - and pushed it into his hands. "The side with the tapes goes under your ass. Pull it up between your legs and tape it in place. Lay down first. And I swear, if you mess it up I will kill you because these are expensive!" Obviously I was still angry. I took the diaper with masculine indignation and stuck my tongue out at her, waving my hand toward the door. "Some privacy?" But my apartment wasn’t exactly the bastion of free space to go. "Or at least like turn around?" The last thing I wanted was my sister seeing me nude, especially given I'd taken to keeping myself hairless down there for my last girlfriend. I left him alone in the spare room. I swear, he could have just used his own fucking room, but whatever. I sighed and leaned against the counter, rubbing my temples. This wasn't supposed to happen... but maybe I could use it to my advantage. Milo in a diaper. I giggled. Okay, this could be fun! "I broke it." It was flimsy anyway, how was something made out of plastic supposed to stay on?! and I was obviously too big for it, even though Vania was bigger than me, and I guess she just got cheap products from china or something. Either way, I couldn't wear it now! "Sorry, sis, I tried." I went to drop the torn diaper in the trash. Broke it? He... he broke it? Was he an idiot or something? You can't break a diaper! I snatched it out of his hands before he could throw it away and saw that the tape had been pulled clean off. Some of the plastic was ripped where he may have tried taping it on, but it was... it was awful. And then I remembered my first time, last year. With a deep sigh of defeat, I threw the diaper in the trash and pointed to the spare room. "Come on. I'll help." "What?" She'd help? Oh no no no no, not a chance! "Look if you want me to try again I will but you can’t help! We're twins, and we're siblings, and you can't see me in my underwear like that!" Because obviously I wasn't wearing it without underwear on underneath. "I don't care. You said you'd wear one, right? And these things are like two-fifty a piece. So either you get your ass in there and stop whining, or I'm leaving." Whining. And then I remembered earlier... "You really are a baby, huh? Throwing a tantrum over everything." "What? N-no I'm not!" I crossed my arms, how dare she?! Fine. Fine, I'd do her stupid thing. I marched back into the bedroom and fell back on the bed. That didn't mean I had to LIKE it. I went to remove his underwear and he stopped me. "You are not seeing me naked." "I've seen you naked a hundred times. We shared a womb. We shared a tub. When you were fifteen you wouldn't shut the fuck up about your dick and you whipped it out every ten goddamn minutes. Now stop complaining like a bratty child." I kept using that against him - that he was a baby. He hated it. And in turn, he seemed to actually listen to me. Perfect. Ugh. Why was she doing this?! I mean. She was right. I did do all those things, but that's just how boys act. Letting your sister put you in a diaper is absolutely not how boys act! "Fine just. Don't look okay?" "You're such a baby," I said once more, to get under his skin, as I stripped him of his tighty-whities. Honestly, I'd seen enough guys naked to know that penises really weren't a big deal. I was a nurse for goodness sake! That was how I came to find these diapers anyway. When the boy was appropriately naked from the waist down, I unfolded the pink diaper and lifted his ankles above his head. Standard stuff. Diaper changes were dime a dozen. I couldn't help it, when girls saw me naked, it meant sex. And sex meant getting hard. And I tried to think unsexy thoughts, you know, like rotten fruit or Trump or my sister putting me in a damn diaper. Regardless, nothing seemed to work. "This is dumb..." ...he was hard. And he was shaven. I had placed him back on the diaper, but I couldn't look away from his member. Um... I bit the inside of my cheek and went to get the baby powder, dousing it all over his private parts. Covered in white powder like that, like a real baby, it helped to distract me from his condition. This was... strange. "Could you like... calm down or something? This is weird enough as it is." "Yeah you don't fucking say!" I didn't mean the outburst, but it wasn't exactly my choice here to be aroused, it was a bodily response! "Just ignore it okay, you're not even supposed to be looking at me. Don't be a perv." "Don't be a perv, he says," I muttered, so he could hear. "But he gets an erection when I'm putting him in a diaper. His sister, no less..." Okay. Weird. But at the same time, teasing him like this... it was really fun. It reminded me of when we were younger, and we'd always be at each other's throats. Mom hated that. I pulled the diaper up over his erection and placed the tapes as tight as I could. Hopefully that would work, right? "All done. Good boy!" "Oh my fucking god, don't say shit like that, alright?" I was doing this because it made her happy, but she was REALLY pushing her luck here! And my cheeks were bright red and I pulled the comforter over myself before I could even look at what she made me wear. Ugh. I couldn't close my thighs. "Not so funny now, being a bedwetter?" "I'm not a bedwetter!" "You sure look like one," I said in a sing-song voice, smiling happily. Who could have known this would turn out so perfectly? I never would have thought my brother and I would be equivalent through diapers. "Okay, let's watch TV or something. Put your pants back on." I tried. I really tried! But my skinny jeans weren't having any of it, and I ended up falling over on the floor after hopping around on one foot over and over, trying to pull them up over my ass and this thing on it. She laughed like a chorus of angels. "Why don't you wear pajamas?" "I don't have pajamas!" "...you don't have pajamas?" Who didn't have pajamas? "I sleep naked." I stifled a laugh. "Well, that sucks for you. Do you want some of my pajamas?" I fished through my suitcase to find a spare pair - pink with cupcakes on them. "I'm not wearing those." That was my protest. "They're girls pants, and I'm not gay, okay? I love girls and girl accessories." I was proud of my Hank Hill reference. She looked... mischievous. "Accessories? I have hair bows and stockings and heels - you still wear the same size shoes as me, right?" He looked absolutely mortified! I rolled my eyes. "I'm kidding. If you would rather wear a pink diaper instead of pink pajamas, that's your call. I think you look darling. Like a real little boy!" I passed him the pajamas all the same - the choice was his. "Come on. TV time." "I'm NOT a little boy! Fucking..." I huffed and pulled the pajamas up my legs, which at least fit over the bulky undergarment better than my jeans. But when I walked, I sounded like I'd just gone grocery shopping, and my legs didn't move the same, and this was so DUMB. "Don't you have to wear... these?" "At night, sure." He glared at me and I smiled widely. This was going to be such a fun week! And true to my word, before bed that night, I used the bathroom and changed into one of my diapers. I had grown accustomed to them over the past year - I didn't mind them at all. I just hated when shitty people made fun of me - i.e. Milo. I poured myself a very small glass of water and looked at the bathroom door before turning off the light. Hm. I reached in and locked it, then pulled it closed. It didn't matter either way for me - I knew I'd wet the bed. But my brother... this week would be very fun indeed! "Hey." I shook my sister on the sofa, and then shook her again, and finally, in desperation, I slapped her face - something I wouldn't realize was a mistake until I'd done it. "Did you lock the bathroom door? I fucking... you gotta be more fucking careful than that." It was late, dark, and I was moving anxiously from foot to foot. "I"m going to take this dumb thing off and go down to the store to use their bathroom, just don't lock me out alright? You're such a bimbo sometimes, Vania…” I was a heavy sleeper. But when someone slaps your cheek, you wake up. And you wake up irritated. I stared at my brother, processing what he was saying. Bimbo? When did he even learn words like that? What was this, tenth grade? "Mm. No. Use the diaper." Like it was the most normal request in the world. "Ugh, don't be stupid, alright, I played your dumb game and I was a good sister," I winced, "brother." fuck I was tired. "This isn't like some fetishy sissy story on reddit alright," because a brother should know about such things, right? I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "Just. Don't lock me out. And stay out of my room." "Mm. No. Use the diaper." Like I hadn't heard him at all. But I had. I'd heard him very clearly. Sissy story? Sister. I looked up through the foggy dark night at my brother in those girly pajamas and thought about it a minute. I had always wanted a sister... "You were teasing me for bedwetting. Use your diaper, and we'll be even." "I'm not pissing myself." I didn't exactly want her to be here on her own, either, though. "If I do it, can I take this stupid thing off? No more games?" Gross. "Mmhmm." I was still tired, lying with my head down on the edge of the sofa. I wanted to get up and move to the spare room, but I was lazy and the sofa was comfortable. At least this time when I fell asleep out here I was diapered properly. "I just want you and I to be even. That's all." "You're a fucking pervert, I want you to know that. Boys and girls don’t have to be the same. It’s alright for you to piss your pants and me not to, I love you anyway." I wasn't getting out of this, though, huh? "Fine. I did it. Just now." I hadn’t, but how could she tell anyway? ...hm. I sat upright and stared at him in the eye. I knew when my brother was lying - he wasn't exactly good at it. Psychic connection, remember? Twin powers. But what annoyed me was his argument: it's alright for me to do it and not him? Why? Because I was a girl? So I tugged down his pants as hard as I could and dropped the pajamas to the floor. Before he could react, I put my palm to the front of his diaper, cupping his cock. "No you didn't." And then another realization... "Why would you lie to me...?" Jesus. JESUS. Why. What?! WHY would she touch me like that?! Holy fuck. My knees felt like jelly and I puffed out my cheeks. "Because you want me to do gross things, and I'm trying to be a good sibling and you're being such a typical chick about it. Whenever a guy is nice, this happens." "I'm not unlocking the bathroom until morning," I told him sincerely. Actually, I couldn't. I would have to take the whole handle apart just get back in - it's not like I had a key or anything. "So either you piss that diaper or you piss your bed. But tomorrow I'm going home, since you're being such an asshole." And then a true but crushing statement: "I hardly even know you anymore..." Well. That hurt. I was quiet for a second, and looked at her, then away, and then down at my feet. "Tha's not... that's not fair, you know me really well sis.." "The Milo I know wouldn't act like this. He wouldn't lie to me, and he wouldn't say I'm being a "typical chick" like being a girl is so fucking terrible. You started this, remember? You made fun of me! And... and I just... figured you were better than that. And I was giving you a chance to prove it." I got up from the sofa with my blanket. Already, I could tell I was wet. "But I guess I was wrong...." "No no hey... hey, I'm sorry alright.. I'm sorry, it's just how guys are, and I love you sis, I love you more than anything, you know I'd like be first in line if you needed a kidney, or I'd kick anyone’s butts who hurt you. I'd do anything for you. Anything. I miss you too." Yeah, I knew I screwed up. "Well this is what I want," I said quietly, but strictly. I was sure of myself. I was sure of this decision. "You're in a diaper because you teased me. And you should wet it because I have accidents too. Then we're the same again, and you won't be so horrible to me. Understand? So if you want things to get better between us... well, you know what to do." "Fine." My borrowed pajama pants were still around my ankles, and I realized when I started peeing just how obvious it had to have been that I was dry before. I felt it. I heard it. It was gross and it went on forever and ever and I felt more embarrassed that I think I ever had. "Now we're the same.." A part of me thought he wouldn't do it. I thought... I dunno. His pride would get in the way. But it didn't. He stood there, he pushed, and the diaper between his legs darkened and sagged. I stood there quietly, watching him give up control of his own bathroom habits, and bit my lip. Oh... "Y-yeah... you're right." Wow. "Sorry if I... you know. Was a jerk." "Can you unlock the bathroom now please?" My voice was small and I shifted left and right on my feet. "I need to shower, and do more than pee." And I couldn't leave the room to go to the store now. "Oh." Ohhhh... "Right. Well, about that." I forced a smile and played with the ends of my hair. "You don't have a key by chance, do you?" He stared at me, bewildered. Great... "Or a Philips head screwdriver?" Again, he only stared. Oh no... "W-well... I can't really get the door open then. I'm sorry..." "You're sorry." She nodded to the non question. "I'm here standing in my own piss and about to crap my pants, and you're 'sorry' that you locked me out of my bathroom? Well, I'd do anything for you sis, and you wanna be the same, right? So fix it. Do anything for me and fix this!" I stomped my foot like an petulant child. "Hey, you're the one that doesn't keep the keys when you get a new place!" "Don't put this on me!" Yeah, okay, this was my fault... "Um... is there a store open nearby? One that has screwdrivers?" I knew the corner store had snacks and a bathroom and it was open all night, but they probably didn't carry screwdrivers. "I don't KNOW, Vania, but I know that in about two minutes we're NOT going to be the same anymore!" My stomach churned angrily. I was such a good brother, why was she doing this to me! I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, trying to think of a solution. Ask a neighbor! At 3am? Or a crowbar? Who even has one of those in this day and age? I bit my lip and looked at my feet. "We... have to wait until morning," I told him simply, honestly. "Can't you hold it?" "I can absolutely not fucking hold it okay I needed to go before bed and you weren't going to let me out of this thing so I thought OH I'LL JUST WAIT UNTIL MORNING but here I am in a wet diaper - not the kind of girls’ underwear I usually like for the record - and my insides are about to become my OUTSIDES!” Way more information than I needed... "Well. I can't do anything, Milo! I... I didn't think this would be a problem!" Who could have anticipated this? It's not like some evil omniscient god was controlling our lives! No one wanted my brother and I to be locked out of the bathroom, stuck in diapers, waiting to mess ourselves! Of course, I wasn't a goddamn child and I could hold it until morning. But apparently I'd overestimated my brother... "Yes, you didn't th—“ I didn't even get that word out before it happened, and it happened with no subtleties, no grace; with a loud and vibrant sound I lost what little shred of dignity I had in the torrent of mush that pushed out of me, pushing into the diaper like a dam had collapsed and caused a mudslide. And I couldn't help but cry. He was crying. Like a baby. My poor baby brother. And I felt so guilty. If I hadn't of locked the bathroom, if I hadn't of been so spiteful... so I did what any good sister would. I put my arms around him and pushed, struggling, until the mess started to fill the seat of my diaper. We were the same. Him and me. Always. No matter what. It was pretty gross, I'm not gonna lie. And I wasn't sure that what she did really helped, but it did make me feel a bit less like a freak to have been the only one having done it. She pulled me into her arms and I winced with every motion, because I felt like I was going to burst, like my diaper would pop and stuff would get everywhere. But it was nice to be held. "I t-to-told you..." She smelled awful. I smelled awful. I coughed and tried to bury my nose in her shoulder. "Shh," I told him, holding him close. I'd never done anything like this before. I'd never even wet myself on purpose! I was strictly a bedwetter! But now, in such a shameful situation... I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless in his arms and he felt helpless in mine. But we were together. That was what was important. "I have an idea..." I led him by the hand over to the living room floor. "Lay down." I didn't want to move. I didn't want to exist honestly, but I didn't have the energy to argue, so I let her hold my hand and followed her whims like a little puppet. "This is so icky.." "It'll be better soon. We just have to get used to each other." With that, I crawled on top of his body, facing away, and pushed the seat of my diaper into his face. He would acclimatize. Everything would be better soon. Facing his diaper, I pulled at his knees, until his legs were high in the air, spread wide. Then I pushed my own face into the seat of his-- "That is so out of character," Selphie interrupted. "Give me that." "Hey!" Ana shouted as Selphie snatched the book out of her hands. "This garbage boy needs to be force-femmed so hard. She’d best prance him about in the prettiest little outfits!" "Right when it was getting good," Ana sulked. Selphie pulled out her pen and started writing the next chapter.

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Hello friends. I fully intend on continuing "The Biggest Little Vacation", but here's a story that has been eating my brain for the past week or so - KWOceans and I have written this together (we'll see if you can figure out who wrote which parts!). This one is not as light and fluffy as Vacation, but I hope you enjoy it. I won't be doing my usual one-per-day update schedule on this, as I'm going out of town this week, so it will be a little more irregular than I prefer. Well, here we go... enjoy the ride. ------ CHAPTER ONE Sabrina sat at her computer, typing away, finishing up one last chapter of the book she was working on before she could call it quits for the day. Days like today made it hard to be one's own boss. She wanted nothing more than to toss her computer out the window and go play, but she had bills to pay. She was lucky, honestly - good, steady work that was suited to her talents, she worked from home and thus didn't face a lot of day-to-day discrimination... but in Allemagne that was much less of an issue than on the other islands. Allemagne was very proud of its native Little population and while they weren't quite as socially progressive as Gaule, Littles were safer in Allemagne than on any other island in Europa. As she marked her place in the book she was editing - it wasn't bad, it wasn't top tier fiction, it was a little trope-y here and there... the idea of a Little gaining magic powers and escaping to a world where they weren't on the lowest rung of the societal ladder was done to death at this point, ever since that Witch School series that took the world by storm. But, people were reading more and that meant people needed more books to be edited, and that meant that there was more work for her to do. She had been languishing in obscurity before she got her own short story published in an anthology. She smiled at her copy of An Amazon Below sitting on her desk and ran a finger along the spine. It was almost entirely filled with stories by anonymous authors, very few people were willing to put their name on a story that had Amazons as slaves to Littles, but she had... and she scored no fewer than three new clients off of it. Sabrina Weber - it felt so good to see her name on the cover of the book. She got top billing since there were so many fake names or Anonymous authors in the anthology. No risk, no reward, she smiled to herself. Sabrina hopped down from her chair and got dressed - it was Wednesday night, and that meant Littles night at the club. Violet Intrusion, a hot nightclub downtown that didn't discriminate - if you had ID and credit you were in, they didn't care. She'd been going there a lot since An Amazon Below came out - she had only made a small amount on the book itself, but the other business had her wallet flush in a way it hadn't been before in her life. She stepped out of her loose flannel pants and baggy shirt - she hated pants in general, but they were super comfortable to write in - and put on a bra, which she didn't need normally but she always padded the cups to make her look more shapely, more adult, like the Amazons - it was a risky move, Native Littles were generally small chested... only Portal Littles looked like tiny Amazons and no one wanted to be confused for a Portal Little, they had no rights at all, they were pets and property. Like an Amazon should be, she smirked, wishing. Sabrina had a taboo desire - she wanted to see an Amazon grovel at her feet. It's what all her stories were about, it's what all the stories in An Amazon Below were about. Littles owning Amazons. She imagined having a docile Amazon on a leash as she stepped into her black clubbing dress, pulling it over her well-padded bra. She would be a kind enough mistress, she would love her pet... but the Amazon would know beyond a shadow of a doubt who was in charge. She couldn't wipe the grin from her face as she selected her jewelry for the night - bangles for the left wrist, leather for the right, nice big hoops for the ears and... yes, a simple black choker. She let her waist-length dark brown hair down, cascading as she removed her ponytail holder, and imagined sliding her hands along a naked Amazon body, kneeling before her, begging to be touched. She released a deep shuddering breath before doing her makeup for the evening - a dark red lipstick and heavy eyeliner over her usual foundation and powder. Like the addict she was, she sat down at her computer one last time to check her favorite AmzDom message boards - places where like-minded Littles gathered and shared their fantasies. She had fans from all over Europa, but the majority were here in Allemagne. She was practically untouchable by the Amazons, in order for an Amazon to claim a native Allemagne Little, they had to have a Hunting Permit - which were not easy to obtain, you had to have a target picked out who had been proven to be unfit for society. Unfit meant unable to control their bodily functions AND were unable to support themselves financially. The first could be easily faked, that had been the downfall of the last of the Albion natives who had thought themselves so safe after their Adulthood Declaration laws were passed... but Amazons were clever, they'd get a Little in a position where they couldn't make it to the bathroom one way or another and then before they knew it, they were claimed. Albion didn't even have any free Natives left. Allemagne solved this with the permit system, as well as the requirements. And Sabrina was safer than even most Littles - she was self-employed. She wasn't at the mercy of any boss or company, she was her own boss. Sometimes that was rough - sometimes she had to go a month or two without a contract, but she was booked up for six months solid now, there was a waiting list to get her attention, and things were looking up. So were her points on the AmzDom board, her latest chapter was doing well. She loved each and every person who commented on her stories, she was LittleDomme on the boards and she had a small stable of fans who would read anything she wrote - and she tried to keep them entertained by writing often. There was Ellie, and Ocean, and Trip... but her favorite by far was TinyRebel4. Rebel was always the very first commenter on every thread and always showered her with compliments and tried to predict the twists in her stories, and half the time she was right. Any day that Rebel commented was a good day. Rebel was some kind of scientist - nobody said their real names on the boards, it could make a person's life hard to be outed as an AmzDom fan, but she had dropped enough hints that she worked for some chemistry lab. Sabrina wished that she could crow to the message board that she was in the Amazon Below anthology... but it was risky enough that her name was attached to that book but if her two identities were tied together, it could really make things hard - the story for the anthology was far, far milder than the stuff she posted on the board. Just as she was ready to walk out the door, she noted that Rebel had sent her a message, but if she didn't leave now the wait for the robocab would be dreadful, and she was looking forward to the club. She sat on the small bench next to the front door and pulled on her platform boots - knee-high, laces all the way up, black patent leather, but the best part were the 4" platform soles. Sabrina had always been on the tall side for a Little, but between the padding in her bra and the extra height from her shoes she really felt like she passed for a Mid - and they dealt with substantially less discrimination. She glanced over one more time at the computer, wondering what Rebel had to say. Rebel would have to wait, however - it was Littles Night. The club was gorgeous as always. It was an older building in a part of downtown that was being revitalized, it had been here a long time but the owner had spent a lot of money over the past couple of years renovating it. Now it was ultramodern with a black and silver theme and clean lines, but Sabrina cared much less about the architecture than she did the music. The Violet Intrusion always seemed to have the best DJs, the best bands, and it was one of the few places she wouldn't get hassled for being a Little... well, hopefully people just assumed she was a Mid. She'd still get in for free, her ID showed that she was a Little, but she hoped that the patrons inside wouldn't realize it. Even though it was Littles Night, not many Littles actually showed, this part of town wasn't very Little friendly - the bathroom facilities alone around here weren't adequate for Little needs, but that didn't generally bother Sabrina. She was relatively tall. "Hey Anna," Sabrina smiled as she took her spot at the bar. "Hey Sabrina," the bartender greeted her - the club was just getting warmed up and Sabrina was early, as usual. She liked to make friends with the staff anywhere she went on a regular basis, she was actually pretty good at making friends. "How are you doing?" "Honestly," the Little grinned, "I'm on top of the world. I don't think it could get much better. Work is going great and I feel good. How about you?" "Not as good as you, apparently," Anna laughed. Sabrina loved that laugh, that alto chuckle that she had - Anna had some kind of insecurity, she always covered her mouth when she laughed, but Sabrina didn't mind. A fair share of her Amazon domination fantasies had featured Anna lately. Kind Anna, gentle Anna. She wondered what it would feel like for the woman to actually kneel before her, to submit to the collar... she was snapped out of her reverie, however. "... and then I twisted my ankle! It's better now, but it was a rotten day." "Oh that sucks!" Sabrina sympathized, though she wasn't entirely sure how the story had begun. "I'm glad your ankle is okay, standing all night on a twisted ankle would be awful, and I'd miss you if you weren't here." "You're sweet," Anna smiled, putting away the last of the clean glasses. She was quite attractive, shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes and pale skin. Her teeth were the tiniest bit crooked, an oddity seeing as how dental correction was a well-understood science, but there was likely a reason. "What are you starting off with tonight?" "Let's see," Sabrina began ponderously, pulling out her comm and loading her wishlist. "Next on the list is the 'Dark N Stormy’." "Sorry," Anna smiled sadly, "I don't know that one - what's in it?" "That's okay," Sabrina knew better than to let anyone mix a drink they didn't know - she was out to try new ones, and if it was mixed wrong, she'd never know if she actually liked it. "How about the Gaule 75? That one's supposed to be really good." "That one I know," Anna grinned, pulling out the ingredients. Anna - Sabrina was pretty sure - thought she was a Mid, she always got Mid-sized drinks here. The frustrating thing about most food and drink places downtown was the fact that even though Little portions were so much smaller, they were almost always the same price as a Mid or an Amazon portion - it was just the way things were, if she wanted fair she had to go to a Little-specific restaurant that only served Little portions. Amazons wouldn't bother going there, it would cost them a fortune to get enough to eat. Sabrina took her first sip of the pale yellow drink - it was strong, but it wasn't as sweet as she had been hoping, but it wasn't bad. She took a long draw from it, savoring the way it burned on the way down. She knew she probably shouldn't drink so much, but an over the counter hangover cure before bed would keep her from feeling it tomorrow after she enjoyed the buzz tonight at the club - alcohol always made the music feel better. She could appreciate the music either way, but if she really wanted to lose herself in it, a drink helped immensely. "Oh," Anna said, walking back to Sabrina's spot at the bar. "I'm supposed to tell you that you have an invitation to the VIP lounge tonight." "What?" Sabrina asked, surprised. "Upstairs? Why?" "No clue," the bartender shrugged. "I just got word that if you came in tonight, you were invited up. I think it's from the boss directly." "Who's the boss?" The Little raised an eyebrow. "Naomi Alexis," Anna replied, but the name didn't ring any bells. "She's nice, a real kind and understanding type. She's a good boss, I'm pretty sure she's up there tonight herself. You'll like her." "Sounds good, I guess I get a glimpse of how the other half lives, huh?" Jump to Chapter 2!

"The Craig's List Mommy" CHAPTER 1 "Introduction" By BooBooBritches I guess the best place to start any story is at the beginning, no, not that far back, I'll go ahead and save you all the normal humdrum and get right to the nitty-gritty. I've had this infatuation for diapers ever since I was about twelve years old, as near as I can remember. I'm not sure exactly what started it but I do have an idea, but that my friends is a whole other story for another time. I was never into the baby scene all that much, at least not right away, but have always loved diapers, even just seeing them did something to me which is totally indescribable. Anyway, flash forward a few years, here I'm 25 and still chasing a fantasy or fetish, which ever you want to call it, and to be truthful, sometimes it can be so totally frustrating. You see, I'm into what is known as infantilism, basically, that's about a person who likes wearing diapers and being treated like a baby, and if you want to talk about a deal breaker when it comes to being honest and up front and telling a girlfriend about it, trust me my friend, give it a shot, 99 out of 100 times it will just flat out break your heart, been there, done that, more times then I'd like to remember. Just a little about me, physically I'm not that much to look at, I'm short, just a tad under 5 foot and I weigh about 110 #, blond hair, blue eyes. Now normally some would consider my height and size a drawback, but I look at the bright side, finding diapers and plastic pants are so much easier when you're small and I can almost fit into a Pampers's diaper, size 7, or any of the larger size other brands, such as Huggie's, Luv's, etc. The Internet has also been a Godsend, not only has it brought our AB/DL community closer together, but the selection of adult baby clothes you can buy online are phenomenal, there was nothing like this when I first started, heck I remember my first diaper being a thick baby blanket I found stored in the garage of my parents house, that and a couple of safety pins and I was walking on cloud nine, ahhhh, such memories. Anyway, after numerous failed attempts at a steady relationship, I finally decided to take a gamble and try posting a want ad on the Craig's List classifieds, I wasn't looking for a relationship mind you, I was looking for a babysitter or a mommy type to help me live my fantasy, someone who would not be judge-mental, could offer unconditional love, a clean diaper and a warm snuggle, for the right price. Now keep in mind, I'm not rich, by any means, but I have saved my money and I have a very respectable bank account so I figured I could afford, at least, a bit of a fantasy experience. I considered using a call girl or an escort but didn't feel the mommy and mothering would be as real as I was hoping to find, and for what they were charging, sheesh, were they serious, so I carefully, trying to be politically correct, thought I had correctly worded, then posted an ad to Craig's List and anxiously awaited for the numerous responses I was hoping to get back? The ad read like this: I'm looking for a caregiver to baby-sit me and treat me like an infant, preferably a certified nurses aide or someone with experience in infant care, I don't need diapers for anything medical and I am not handicapped, I just like wearing and using them. Anyone interested, please contact me at my e-mail addy. I wear cloth diapers and plastic pants, onesies, diaper sets, drink from baby bottles, eat baby food, your choice, and basically just want to be treated like any other infant. This is just a fantasy I have had for a long, long time, nothing else involved. If you have ideas on how to make me feel more like an infant, I am open for fresh ideas and will respond to all answers. What a shock when I woke up the next day, and quickly turned on my computer only to find that my ad had been red flagged by Craig's List as improper and of questionable content!!!!! So, not being a quitter, I felt that this had now turned into a challenge and I was determined to post a proper, politically correct ad on Craig's List and I just felt that if and when I did indeed get a response, it will have been one worth fighting for, thus, the quest for the perfect Craig's List ad was now on............. CHAPTER 2 "The Response" By BooBooBritches I waited a couple days before trying to post another ad, reading and re-reading my first ad over and over again, trying to figure out what they thought was improper and questionable content, then it donned on me. This time, I would post an ad without using the words, baby or infants and I would be careful on how to suggest payment, making sure it didn't look like I was soliciting prostitution. Once I rewrote the ad and felt comfortable with it, I decided to try posting it again, so keeping my fingers crossed, I posted the following ad. Looking 4 Caregiver/Sitter - m4w (west phoenix) I'm looking for a caregiver to sit for me and treat me like, she would a boyfriend who wet and messed his pants, by punishing me and putting me back in diapers and treating me like I really do belong in and need diapers. Preferably a certified nurses aide, a mommy, or someone with experience in that type of care. I don't need diapers for anything medical and I am not handicapped, I just like being forced to wear and use them as a part of a fantasy? Anyone interested, please contact me at my e-mail addy. I have cloth diapers and plastic pants, onesies, diaper sets, drink from baby bottles, eat baby food(your choice), and basically just want to be punished and treated like one who needs diapers all the time. This is just a fantasy I have had for a long, long time, nothing else involved. If you have ideas on how to make me feel more humiliated and embarrassed as it pertains to diapers and such, I am open for fresh ideas and will respond to all answers. Once again, to my disappointment, this ad was also red flagged, for the same reason, however, this time I did manage to get a couple of responses before it was flagged. I contacted both responses and was sad to learn that they were from out-call girls that monitored Craig's List ads for something like what I had posted, so here I was, back to square one. Once again, I played with the wording, determined to get an ad posted that wouldn't be red flagged by Craig's List, then I got a brainstorm, maybe I was being too technical with my posts, maybe I needed to tone them down and then answer all the pertinent questions once I had made a viable contact, so here I was, once again trying to compose a politically correct ad that would get approved by the Craig's List watchdogs. Wanted: Caregiver or CNA - m4w (west phoenix) Wanted, a caregiver or certified nurses aid to Pamper and take care of me. I am not disabled and do not need diapers for medical reasons, just curious on what it would be like to HAVE to wear them, that along with bottles and pacifiers? Only serious need reply, certification not required but experience helpful. I went to bed that night, feeling somewhat confident about my brief ad, thinking that if this one doesn't work, I was giving up on Craig's List and would look for a different source to try and fulfill my fantasy. When I awoke the next morning, I didn't even bother with looking at my e-mail, trying to delay the disappointment as long as possible, I headed in to work, another thrilling day working the greens on a local country club golf course, not a glorifying job but the pay was decent. When I got home that evening, I looked at my computer, but decided to fix a pot of coffee first, then sip a cup, relax, and then open my e-mail. imagine the surprise on my face when I found six responses to my ad and not a single red flag in sight, I was jumping with joy in my seat, so in anticipation and thorough elation, I opened each e-mail and slowly read the response. A couple of them were interesting, but one in particular caught my eye and I responded to it first, before responding to the others, I felt somewhat obligated to respond to each one. The one I was most interested in was sent from a lady named JoAnn, she went on to say that she had dreamed of having a big baby like myself but could never find the right one that would commit to her and go by her rules. This fascinated me, I wondered what rules could there possibly be for an afternoon fantasy, was I ever in for a surprise, this lady had an entire agenda mapped out and she intrigued me, so after a couple of responses and replies back and forth, we agreed to meet in a public place, of her choosing, and the meeting would be for this Saturday, my excitement was almost as uncontrollable as was my fear, talk about mixed emotions? CHAPTER 3 "The Meeting" By BooBooBritches Saturday soon came, but definitely not quick enough for me. We had agreed to meet at The Metro Mall on the west side of Phoenix, not too far from where I lived. JoAnn chose 3 PM, when the mall was totally busy and over-ran with teenagers, which I had no problem with, I understood why she chose such a busy public place, she didn't know me any more then she knew the man in the moon, if there is one? I grabbed a coke from McDonalds and sat near where she told me to meet her, I figured she would be sitting somewhere close by, just watching to see who showed up, I could only hope that my size wouldn't deter her from approaching me. The food court wasn't as busy as I thought it would be but the mall itself was buzzing with activity. I love people watching anyway so I was somewhat enjoying myself when I glanced at my watch and noticed that JoAnn was about ten minutes late, I decided to go ahead and give her another five minutes and then I'd just stroll through the mall and do some window shopping. As I sat there, sipping my coke, I spotted a couple ladies coming in the entryway to the mall, one of them had one of those old school, bulky, pink diaper bags strapped across her shoulder and she was pushing a stroller with a toddler in it, sound asleep, and I couldn't help but notice that both ladies were big in stature, not fat, by any means, just tall and filled out rather well, almost, Amazon like, if you know what I mean. I watched as they both stopped after a few steps past the entryway, and as if looking for someone, scanned the food court, and as they saw me, they looked at each other and smiled and for some reason or other, I felt my blood run ice cold. I tried to look the other way, not totally ignoring them but also scared to look back to see if they were still looking at me, then just as I turned to see if they were still there, one of them touched my shoulder and said, Robert, are you Robert? I nearly jumped out of my chair and when I had regained my composure, somewhat, I just nodded my head yes, acknowledging her question. That's when the lady who was pushing the stroller said..... "Awww, how cute, he's so shy he can't even speak", and before I knew it, both ladies had pulled up chairs and were sitting down at my table with me. JoAnn: Hi Robert, I'm JoAnn but you can call me Mommy Jo if you want and this works out the way we all hope it will. This is my room-mate Mindy and her baby girl Robin, who, as you can see, is just all tuckered out. I'm so sorry we're running late, finding a parking space was a bear. Anyway, it's nice to finally meet you, I've been looking forward to it since I first answered your ad on Craig's List, there are just so many crazy people on there, sometimes you never know what you're going to get. So Robert, do you talk or have you not learned to do that yet? Both ladies giggled and once again, I nodded my head, yes, then I said, "I'm sorry, it's just that you startled me, I didn't mean to be rude. JoAnn: That's quite ok Robert, don't worry about it and I'm sorry if I scared you, that was not my intention, oh, I didn't scare you so much you made potties in your pants did I(both ladies laughed and I quickly looked around to make sure no one heard that)? So Robert, tell me a little about what you're expecting out of our agreement, if we do decide to take this fantasy of yours to the next level. Robert: (Once again I quickly looked around to make sure our conversation wasn't being listened to) I was kind of hoping for a little bit more of a private setting before we discussed any of the details, you know, just in case someone's listening. JoAnn: Ahhh, I see, well I can see if this is going to work, what I have to work on immediately, so I'll tell you what Robert, why don't I just go ahead and tell you what I have in mind, since I'm not embarrassed talking about it. You can just sit there and listen to me, and Robert, since you're embarrassed about other people possibly hearing you, I suggest you keep quiet until I'm done talking, unless of course I say something that you don't agree with, then please, feel free to get up and walk off, and I'll consider our little business transaction null and void and we can both go on as if we never met, have I made myself clear Robert? I nodded my head as I quietly mumbled the word yes and when I glanced at Mindy, she was just smiling and giving me that maternal it's ok look. I didn't even bother to look to see if anyone was sitting near us, I knew I didn't want to blow this and to be quite honest with you, both these ladies were gorgeous and just the thought of them even contemplating treating me like a baby gave me a feeling of exhilaration unlike any I had ever felt before. CHAPTER 4 "The Deal & The Rules" By BooBooBritches JoAnn: (Seeing I nodded my head in agreement) Good, now, let's talk about what we both already know, you posted an ad asking for a caregiver to Pamper you, as in diapers, because you were curious what it would be like to HAVE to wear them, and you also mentioned an interest in bottles and paci's. Mindy and I talked it over and we both agreed you were looking for a mommy to treat you exactly like a baby, that would be the only way we could think of that would require you to HAVE to wear diapers, and of course, the other two items you casually mentioned led us both to believe that you wanted to be a baby. You also mentioned that experience would be helpful but you didn't need certification, Robert, Mommy's don't have to be certified, but as far as the experience goes(as she points to the toddler fast asleep in the stroller), you can see, we both have lots of experience when it comes to taking care of a baby. Now before we go any further, let me explain why I answered your ad, since apparently, we already have a REAL baby to take care of. Robin(pointing at the baby)belongs to Mindy, and as much as I help take care of her, I still have those maternal feelings that makes me crave a baby of my own. Since I am unable to conceive, I can't have a baby, but when I saw your ad, I thought about it and both Mindy and I agreed to pursue it. I've done a lot of studying on infantilism and I know what most infantilists are looking for, but I'm looking for someone that is willing to go that extra mile, someone who is willing to commit to me 110%, without question, and for that, I will reward them handsomely, both maternally and monetarily. I inherited an absurd amount of money from my fathers estate when he passed some time ago so I have been very choosy and selective in my process of looking for my very own baby. I now you're sitting there thinking why don't I adopt then? Simple, I don't want to mess with the red tape and years and years of mine and Mindy's life being scrutinized and judged by people I don't even know, that's when, after some research in to adoptions, we discovered the AB Universe, literally thousands of women and men wanting to be babied, we figured, why not, the worse that can happen is it doesn't work out and everyone goes their own way, with an adopted baby, you don't have that choice and sometimes you stay with the baby just for the sake of the baby, ignoring and putting your needs on a back burner, we don't want that, we're greedy, we want what we can get right now, immediately, with very few strings attached. looking at you Robert, I think, considering your size, in comparison to ours, this might just be the perfect union, if you are willing to abide by our rules and expectations of you. Now Robert, with all of this said, are you interested in hearing the rules and answering a few questions before we each make up our minds? I didn't even hesitate or nod my head, I quickly blurted out "YES, I am very interested", and for some odd reason, after listening to JoAnn, I didn't even care who was near us or listening, she had my complete attention. JoAnn: Good, hey Mindy, can you grab us all a soda, I'll keep an eye on Robin for you, I think I better get used to it(as she looks at Mindy and winks). So Robert, um, can I just call you Rob? I can, good, thanks, so Rob, What I'm looking for is someone I can treat like a baby in every way possible, that will require an enormous commitment from you. You are going to have to give your all to me and completely trust me, 100%, and keep in mind, I nor Mindy will ever do anything that would cause you bodily harm or get you in trouble legally. Your baby age will be that of an eighteen month old baby, exactly like little Robin here. We will expect you to do anything and everything she does and you will be taken care of exactly like she is. Since you are small and we are both rather large women, I don't see any problem with either of us picking you up or even carrying you like we do Robin. Now keep in mind, some of the equipment we use for her will have to be modified to fit you, such as car seats, strollers, changing tables, cribs, etc. I started to hold my hand up but JoAnn quickly gave me that look that said, "DON'T INTERRUPT ME". JoAnn: I know what you're getting ready to ask, your ad stated you wanted to know what it was like to HAVE to wear diapers, Rob, there is no way you can experience that feeling in a session here and there, the only way you can really know what it's like, is to actually have to live your life as a baby, and I can't show you that unless I have you full time and am treating you like a baby 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for an extended period of time. Now if this seems to much for you or is not what you were expecting, no problem, we'll drink our sodas, chat a bit more then each go their own way, nothing ventured nothing lost. Robert: I'm sorry, I just didn't expect all of this, it's a lot more then I could have ever imagined. (Mindy gets back with the cokes and senses something wrong as she sets the cokes down in front of each of us) I am very much interested but there is no way I can afford what you are talking about, is there any way we can work out something that would be more in my price range, I'm sorry? Both JoAnn and Mindy laugh and all of a sudden I'm feeling like quite the fool wondering how and why I managed to get myself in to this mess. Then I watch as Mindy takes the straw out of the wrapper, sticks it in to one of the coke cups and pushes it my way, saying, "Is this straw going to be ok for you or would you prefer I poured your coke in a baby bottle or sippy cup?" JoAnn laughed as Mindy started going through her diaper bag, I assumed she was looking for a sippy cup but she came out with a baby bottle and before I could even answer her, she unscrewed the top of he bottle, grabbed my coke and preceded to pour the coke in to the bottle, then carefully screwed the top back on and pushed it over towards me, I just sat there not knowing what to think or wondering did she really expect me to drink from a baby bottle in front of all these people? JoAnn: I think Rob, there has been a grave misunderstanding, perhaps I should explain the rules more thoroughly to you before you interrupt again? (I nodded my head, looking at JoAnn, Mindy, and then the baby bottle) Good, now Rob, just to clear the air, you're not paying to be treated like a baby, you're getting paid. I told you earlier, I'm absurdly rich, I don't need your money, but, if you consent to our agreement, you will be rewarded handsomely, now Rob, may I continue? (I said yes but kept a close eye on the baby bottle, thinking, she must have poured that for Robin for when she wakes up as I grabbed the cup I already had and sipped what was left of it) Ok Rob, just a quick question and a comment before I continue, Rob, are you wearing a diaper like I requested? You are, very good, such a good boy. Now Rob, I want you to show us that you will be committed to us, 100%, without question, if you can do that, I can assure you, you are on your way to finding a happiness you never thought imaginable. Rob, that baby bottle Mindy just fixed up, that's for you, we want you to take that baby bottle and start nursing it while I finish telling you the rules and what I expect of you, oh, and Rob, the nipple hole is the same size as the ones we use for Robin so you're really going to have to suck hard to get anything out, but when you do get a flow started, if you keep sucking in a constant rhythm the flow will become easier and you'll be done in no time at all. Rob, if you don't nurse that baby bottle, right here and now, you'll never know what we had in store for you and what joys and dreams you will have missed out on. I slowly picked up the bottle, not looking to see who was watching, perhaps I didn't really want to know, and as I stuck the nipple in my mouth, I could have swore I heard some giggles from a table somewhere behind me, but I made up my mind to see this thru to the end so I started sucking on the nipple of the bottle. Both JoAnn and Mindy smiled as Mindy scooted her chair closer to me, as if to reinforce my infantile behavior. JoAnn: How sweet, Rob, you just took a giant step on your way to making all of your dreams come true, you put your faith in Mindy and myself and we won't let you down. Now I already told you I would compensate you for your part, your part, very simply, is to be a baby, between Mindy and myself, we will feed you, dress you, bathe you, play with you, set rules and limits for you, and of course, diaper and change you when needed, basically Rob you are going to be Robin's playmate. You will get used to using your diapers because you won't have a choice, by time we get finished with you, your potty training will be non-existent, you'll think nothing of pooping or wetting your diapers, no matter where we are, who we're with or what we're doing. To you a diaper check will just be another nuisance that a baby has to put up with and Rob, any adult, that suspects you're wet or poopy, can and will do a diaper check on you, and if Mindy and I are busy and one of our other mommy friends discovers you need changed, then she'll just bust out your changing pad and change you right there where you are regardless of who's watching. Remember when I told you earlier I had something to work on if this was going to work, well Rob, we've already started working on it, with you drinking from that baby bottle here with all to see, what I'm talking about Rob is, you acted embarrassed earlier, ROB, BABY'S DON'T GET EMBARRASSED NOR ARE THEY HUMILIATED WHEN THEY DO WHAT BABY'S DO, such as pooping or wetting your diapers, having your diapers checked, having your diapers changed, drinking baba's in public or basically just being treated like a baby anywhere and everywhere. So here we are Rob, I'm willing to be your mommy, unconditionally, Mindy's willing to be your auntie, we're willing to pay you for your participation, you're sitting there drinking from a baby bottle in a food court of a very busy mall not caring about who's looking at you, and to top it off, you're sitting there in a diaper. Now Rob, you may have noticed Mindy scooted over next to you, she did that for a reason, since you're almost done with your baba, we have one last request for you to prove to us that you're committed, Rob Baby. in five minutes, Mindy is going to do a very discreet diaper check on you, your diaper had better be wet, if it's not, adios baby, the deal is off, you can keep the bottle and your memory of this day because that's all you'll have. MINDY, START THE CLOCK.............................. to be cont?

A/N: This will be a 3-part short series. I'm a little out of practice, so I hope it turns out alright. This story idea was taken from HighVoltage in the "Idea Adoption Thread" https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/57308-idea-adoption-thread/ CHAPTER 1 – MORNING (0730 – 0935) Parenting a child is manageable. Parenting two children is difficult. Parenting two children born at the same time... can be overwhelming at times. Solo-parenting twins is practically impossible. Solo-parenting twins who are almost exact opposites of each other... … God help me. They looked adorable asleep, curled up together on the same bed.. Jacen's head was resting next to Jaina's belly, while Jaina's right up lay over Jacen's head. The peaceful rhythm of their breathing was the only sound that filled the room as they ran and played in slumberland. Gazing at them in the dim light from the hallway, my heart – once again – swelled with love. I promised myself that today, today, I would be more patient. I would be more understanding. I would be more happy, and loving,and kind, and remember that they were barely 6 years old, and that they were all that I had left of my dearest Rachel. I stood in the doorway, letting myself enjoy the peaceful sight for a few minutes. Mentally, part of me reviewed my preparations. Wash-cloth, check. Breakfasts, check. Clean clothes, check. Itinerary for the day... 10 am., church Noon, church BBQ 3 pm, home, kids to nap, get laundry started, plan for next week. 6 pm, dinner with Dad, Mum, Pa, and Ma, Dad's place. 10 pm, home and bed. I was ready. I opened the room door fully and turned the light on. “GOOD MORNING my sleepyheads! Arise and shine! Time for breakfast!” I clapped my hands twice as I walked into the room. As usual, Jacen woke up almost immediately, stretching and yawning, rubbing his eyes. He rolled over, sat up, and blinked at me as he shook the last vestiges of sleep out of his eyes. I walked over to him and picked him up as he stretched out his arms. “Good morning daddy” he said into my ear as he rested his head on my shoulder with his arms around my neck. His diaper felt wet, although perhaps a little less wet than usual. “Good morning, my strong Padawan. What did you dream of last night?” I murmured as I patted his back and gave him a gentle squeeze. He may be growing up quickly, but he still needed his morning hug from daddy. He stayed like that for about thirty seconds before he begin to squirm. “I need to pee,” he whispered into my ear. “Alright, let me get your diaper off first!” I quickly put him down and pulled down his pyjama pants. Untaping the diaper, I rolled it up into a ball as Jacen stepped out of his pants and ran into the washroom. In a few seconds, I heard a faint tinkle as he used the restroom. I knew that he would spend some time there to wash up, and so I turned to my daughter. Jaina hadn't stirred at all from when I was watching her, staying deeply asleep through the light and the noise. I shook my head as I shook her gently. Unlike her brother, Jaina was not a morning person. “Wakey wakey, Jaina,” I murmured as she finally began to stir. As usual, I noticed a slight additional pungency to the air as her diaper began to expand again. Jaina mumbled some protests as I continued to shake her, until she finally opened her eyes with a bleary frown, glaring at me slightly. “Don't give me that look, darling,” I gently chided her as I got my hands beneath her shoulders and picked her up, carrying her like how I had carried her brother a moment before. She buried her face into my shoulder, trying to go back to sleep in denial that the day had already started. As usual, I let her. Honestly, I empathised with Jaina. When I was in college, my day started at 12 noon and ended at 4 a.m on average. I could never take morning classes unless I hooked myself up to a drip bag of caffeine throughout the class. Rachel, on the other hand, was usually up at 6 a.m and had run a few miles, showered, did her hair, had a great breakfast, caught up with social media, and was in class punctually every day. We somehow made our relationship work, but I was still the owl and she the lark, even during the few years of our marriage. Still, when you become a parent... I continued to carry Jaina as she dozed on my shoulder, listening as her brother gargled noisily in the washroom. I felt her diaper cooling and a little wetness seep out onto her pyjamas as her diaper failed to totally hold in her morning flood. I eventually heard the patter of Jacen's feet and he ran into the room soon after, face washed, teeth brushed, hair flattened and wet. He stopped in front of me and held out his hands for inspection. Still carrying his sister, I crouched down and examined Jacen's hands, teeth, and face, adopting a slightly exaggerated serious expression as I did so. Jacen giggled as I passed a critical eye over his hands and face. “Alright, soldier, everything looks good, but I've got my eye on you!” I drawled as I finished the inspection. Jacen laughed. “Yes sir!” he exclaimed, giving a rather accurate salute. “Soldier! Why is your butt showing? Go put on some pants!” He laughed again “Yes sir!” he ran to his drawer, pulled out a pair of clean undies and shorts, and got into them. “Sir, my pants are on sir!” He couldn't help giggling as he ran to me and saluted again. I laughed with him. “Alright soldier, you better keep those pants dry!” “Yes Sir!” “Now go have your breakfast!” I dropped the drill sergeant voice “I made French toast today! Make sure you finish everything on your plate – especially the fruit – and wash your hands before you eat! I'm going to get Jaina ready”. “OK! Awesome! French Toast!” He cheered as he ran out of the door “AND NO RUNNING DOWN THE STAIRS!” I shouted after him, before turning my attention to Jaina – who somehow, had amazingly fallen into a deeper doze despite all the hullabaloo. “Jaina! Wake up!” I jiggled her a little as I carried her to the washroom. She grumbled and buried her face in my shoulder again. I sighed and put her down on the closed toilet seat in the bathroom, gently untangling her hands from my neck and pushing her to sit upright. With one hand, I took the pre-prepared washcloth and began to wipe her face. “Jaina, wakey, good morning...” I continued in a singsong voice as she tried to avoid the cold washcloth. “Mmmph” she whined, before finally opening her eyes and glaring at me with a hurt look. I smiled at her and carefully wiped the corners of her eyes. “Good MORNING, sleepyhead,” I smiled “Good morning daddy,” she finally replied, a little sulkily. “Don't be like that,” I chided her as I pulled her pyjama top and bottom off, leaving her in just her wet diaper. “OK, now can you go and brush your teeth and wash your face?” She grumblingly stood and squished – yes, squished, given how wet that diaper was – over to stand on a little stool in front of the sink. She grabbed her toothbrush and ran it under the tap. “Toothpaste,” I reminded her. She squeezed a dollop of paste onto her brush, before sticking it in her mouth and scrubbing. “Remember to count the circles! Once you're done – and don't take shortcuts, i'll know – wash your face, comb, your hair, then come to me in your room!” I heard her mumbled assent around a mouthful of foam as I left the washroom. “Jacen! How's the toast?” I shouted down the stairs. “Its delicious! Can I have two – no, three pieces daddy?” “You can have as many as you like!” I shouted back down. “But make sure you finish ALL your fruit and yogurt before you start your third piece!” “OK!” “After you're done, wash your hands and face, and come back upstairs!” “OK!” “And finish your juice too!” “OK!” I popped across the hallway into my own room for awhile to check the messages on my phone. I quickly replied to a few, especially to confirm my attendance for the barbecue and that I was bringing a platter of French toast, before I heard Jaina leaving her washroom. “Alright, lets get you changed.” I walked into her room behind her. “Daddy, wait!" She exclaimed. "I need to poop!” she continued, and immediately squatted down. I rolled my eyes. “Jaina, can you please poop in the toilet?” I asked her resignedly. “No!” she responded quickly and fearfully “I want to poop in my pampers!” From below, I heard Jacen call “Daddy I'm going poopy!”, feet running, and a door slam. I guess that's twin synchronisation for you. “Alright, call me when you're done!” I shouted back. I turned back to Jaina, who was still squatting. “Jaina, you CAN poop in the toilet! Its safe, I'll go with you! C'mon!” “No daddy, I don't want to,” she began to cry. “I want to poop in my diaper!” “But Jaina...” Just then, I heard her give a huge grunt and the point became moot. She continued to cry as she filled her diaper and after awhile, her poop smell began to fill the room. She finished off and stood up, still crying. “Alright, I might as well rinse you off in the shower then” I told her. Red-faced and still crying, she approached me and hugged me, assaulting my nose with her diaper's smell. Only a parent... I hugged her and rubbed her back, carefully picking her up to avoid pushing on her diaper seat, and carried her to the washroom. “Daddy, I'm done!” Jacen's voice came from downstairs. “Coming!” I put Jaina down in the washroom. “Jaina, look at me. I'm going to help Jacen first, so you stay here and wait for me to come back. No buts!” I preempted her protest. “If you want to poop in your diaper, you can wait for me to come back to change your diaper.” “Daddy...” she began to cry again as I turned around and walked down the stairs to help Jacen. I heard her footsteps behind me and turned to see her following me, rubbing her eyes, about to go into a fully-fledged meltdown. More patience... more love... she's not a morning person... poop in a diaper is icky... she feels guilty and bad... I sighed as I relented. “Alright... come here.” I picked her up again and this time, she wrapped her legs around me as I picked her up, forcing me to support her weight with a hand against her butt, inevitably pushing the mess around. That's going to be a real delight to clean up... I carried Jaina downstairs, wrinkling my nose at both her stink and at another stink which grew stronger the closer I got to the kitchen washroom. I put her down and turned to Jacen, who was standing next to the poop in the toilet cistern and staring at Jaina curiously. “Alright, wipe your bum, stinky boy!” I put on my drill sergeant voice and both kids burst out laughing – even Jaina, although it was only for a flash. I checked Jacen as he wiped his butt to make sure he cleaned himself properly – great, another skill mastered! - and proudly flushed the toilet thereafter. “Good job, soldier-clean-bum! Now go wash your hands and get back to breakfast!” “Yes sir!” As Jacen industriously scrubbed his hands, I walked out of the washroom back upstairs with Jaina in tow. “So when's it going to be your turn to use the potty, Jaina?” I asked her on the way up. She frowned and pouted without answering. Sigh... I carried Jaina into the bathtub in the washroom and, holding my breath, pulled the diaper off her. I pushed her poop into the commode and balled up the diaper before stuffing it into the covered trash can. I then carefully put Jaina on the toilet seat and turned on the bidet, holding her in place as the water washed the worst of the poop into the cistern. Jaina whimpered and grabbed hold of my hands tightly as she felt the water washing her bum. She'll get used to it, I reminded myself for perhaps the thousandth time. Eventually. I hope. Once she had achieved a reasonable level of cleanliness, I lifted her into the bathtub and flushed the cistern, before using the shower head and soap to clean off the rest of the poop. I handed her a towel as she clambered out of the bathtub. “Alright, dry yourself and lets get you changed, alright?” She nodded agreeably and wiped herself dry as I walked back to her room “Jaina, hang up the towel when you're done!” I reminded her. “OK daddy!” When she returned to her room, I took her new diaper and held it out for her to step into. “Well, Jaina, its good that you pooped in your night diaper and not this one,” I commented as I pulled the diaper up onto her. The night diaper, which used tapes, was a lot better at holding in messy accidents than a pull-up style diaper. Jaina blushed a little. “Daddy, why must I wear diapers,” she asked plaintively. “Jaina, you know why,” I replied gently. “You can wear underwear when you learn to use the potty for your pee, OK?” “But I try, daddy, but I can't,” she replied sadly “I don't know I pee until I'm wet”. “Its alright, darling,” I reached out and put a hand under her chin, lifting her eyes to meet mine. “I know you're trying, and if you keep trying, you'll definitely get it one day. Until then, the diapers will keep your clothing clean and dry so you can play with your friends.” “If I'm dry today, can I use underwear tomorrow?” she asked. “If you're dry for one week, then you can use underwear,” I replied. “I'll try.”. She sighed. It was a conversation we had every day when I diapered her. Every day, she would complain about her diapers, but would then be wet within a few hours. I pulled a t-shirt over her head but left her bottoms off. “OK, go get your breakfast, then come back and find me, alright? “OK, I love you daddy,” she walked out of the door just as her brother came running up the stairs. “Daddy, I'm done! Can I watch TV?” “Let's get you dressed first, shall we? It's... oh my goodness, its 8.30, we better get things sped up!” I grabbed his pull-up and held it open for him. “C'mon, lets get you into your church gear!” “All right, Iron Man!” He enthusiastically named the superhero on his pullup as he pulled off his underwear and shorts. He stepped into the pull up and then sat down and begin to pull on the pair of jeans I laid out for him thereafter. “OK, remember to use the bathroom when the teacher gives you a break, OK? Even if you don't feel like you need to go,” I reminded him. While Jacen was usually able to stay dry, he would sometimes get too caught up in a game or show and forget to go, ending up wetting himself. The pull-up was there in case that happened, particularly in view of the barbecue later. The pull-up was some special “cool-n-learn” type which rapidly alerted him to an accident, and it seemed to be working well as he was only wetting himself about twice a week now. “Do you want to wear your Iron man shirt and socks as well?” I asked him. “Yeah!” he exclaimed excitedly. I chucked as I tossed the shirt over his head, eliciting a laughing “hey!” of protest. I put the socks next to his feet. “Alright, once you're dressed go pack your bag with the usual things. Make sure you still have 2 extra pull-ups in there! After that, you can bring your bag with you and watch TV until we have to leave!” “Yeah!!” he cheered. “Can I bring my Iron man toys too?” “you can bring the mask but NOT the glove-gun! Remember if you lose it, you're aren't getting a replacement!" “Thanks daddy!” he called after me as I left for my own room, to get myself ready for church. In my room, I closed the door and flopped onto my bed. What a morning! After a few minutes, I tiredly mustered enough willpower to sit up, drag myself over to my closet, and change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I chose a checked shirt to wear over the t-shirt, and walked into my bathroom. I stood before my mirror and made sure I looked alright, and my gaze fell upon Rachel's photograph. Oh Rachel... I touched my fingers to my mouth and touched my wife's photograph tenderly with them. I could really have used your help today. The kids are great but man... 5 years had dulled the pain into an ache, which now flared up. Rachel had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer while she was pregnant with the twins. Risking her life, she refused to commence treatment until the twins had been born – but the treatment had not worked, and she passed away less than a year later. I still miss you. I still love you. I silently told her. I stood still for some time, until I heard a soft knock on my door and it opened slowly. “Daddy?” Jaina walked in slowly. I realised then that I had some tears in my eyes and quickly splashed water on my face. “Yes -” I cleared my throat “yes, Jaina?” “I've finished breakfast. Are you OK?” “I'm OK, darling.” She clearly wasn't fooled, and walked over to me. I knelt down and she grabbed me and hugged me tightly. “I love you daddy. You're the best daddy in the whole world and I love you SO much.” Precious Jaina. She was always so sensitive to others' feelings, despite her young age. I hugged her back tightly. “I love you, Jaina. You're my precious angel, the most precious girl in the whole world.” I whispered into her ear. We hugged for a few moments more before mutually withdrawing. I looked at her and noticed a speck of egg still on her cheek. “Alright, go wash your face properly and let's get you dressed for church alright?” Jaina chose to wear her blue Queen Elsa dress, and I helped her braid her hair to match. I made sure she wore a pair of bloomers to help hide her diaper, before giving her the same instructions I gave Jacen. Finally, finally, I was able to go into the kitchen, pack up the remaining squares of toast and grab a glass of OJ. “Jacen! Jaina! Turn off the TV Now! Jacen, go make your bed! Jaina, come here and clean the table!” I shouted as I loaded the dishwasher. “Yes, daddy!” came the response, accompanied by the sound of the TV turning off and the 2 of them running to do their chores. “Once you're done, get your bags and wear your shoes! We're leaving in 15 minutes!” “OK!” 15 minutes later, we were at the door when Jacen exclaimed “Wait! I need to pee!” and ran back into the house. I rolled my eyes. “Jaina? How about you?” “I'm OK,” she informed me, but with a little guilty note in her voice. “Really?” I knelt down and poked her diaper – and felt gels move under my finger. “Jaina...” I shook my head and checked how much she had wet as she looked down embarrassedly. “It's alright, you're just a little wet. I can probably change you after church, but do be aware of yourself and if you need a change before that, ask your teacher for help, alright? Remember you're wearing a pants diaper, so it may leak if you don't!” “Alright daddy” she sheepishly answered. “Did you know you were wet?” I asked her. “...no...” her reply was hesitant. “OK, pay more attention, alright?” I patted her head as Jacen came rushing out from the toilet. “Jacen, you made it?” “Yes, only a little bit went in my pull-up!” he said proudly. “Fine job, soldier!” I grinned back. “Alright, into the car, let's get going, we're late!” The children piled into their car seats and I strapped them in, before getting into the car, starting the engine, and pulling out of the driveway. “Oh well, we should be able to make it in time – I hope,” I muttered as I glanced at the clock, which read 9.34 am. Oh well. At least people understand that solo parenting twins isn't easy.

45.) "I never realized how pretty you are when you smile," Ginger complimented her, off-handedly, and added, "I think it's because you never really smile around me. I want for you to like me, you know that, Frosty? I want for you to want me around, to be in your life. Sometimes I wonder if you'd prefer I wasn't, though." I looked down at my ice cream and licked the sprinkles off the top. Ice cream always made me smile, no matter what. Even when I was sitting in a wet pull-up out in the cold late-autumn. "No, that's... that's not it." I sighed and took another lick. "I just... think we're really close. And... you know a lot of stuff even Lala doesn't know, and... and..." "And Lala's your best friend, right? So if I know some things she doesn't, I wonder what that makes me." Ginger knew that a word would come to Wendy over and over, a word that described her exactly. A word she didn't know what to do with at first, admittedly, but that didn't mean she wouldn't figure it out. Daddy had seemed foreign once, too. I pouted and looked at her quietly. Ginger... first I thought she had a crush on Remy, and then I thought she had a crush on me. But here we were, getting ice cream together, and I realized that I didn't understand her at all. "You keep saying that. Mommy. Ever since I told you about the Daddy stuff. And you did it yesterday. And you did it today. Why are you trying to play our game? It's private." That question was unexpected, and Ginger soured but only for a moment, barely enough to notice. "I'm friends with the both of you, close with you, close with your Daddy, maybe I got the wrong impression of things." With one scoop of ice-cream in her mouth, Ginger watched Wendy like she'd watch prey. "I don't care if you're close to us. We're engaged. And... and I like you and all, and I think you're cool to just, talk to and stuff. I think we're pretty good friends, right? But this is personal. It's between him and me and you can't just pretend like you're a part of that." I took another lick of my ice cream. I hoped I was getting through to her. "I want you around, but you're just so invasive sometimes. Maybe get a boyfriend." "I'm not interested in any of that. You understand, don't you? I'm not the romantic type, I don't really date. Honestly, I'm too busy for relationships or friendships, but I make room for the two of you because..." She leaned across the table. "Because you're special." I rolled my eyes and took another lick of my ice cream. "Whatever. I think you just need to get laid or something. From one friend to another." Even if it wasn't a very friendly thing to say, it was the sort of way Lala and I would talk all the time. It absolutely wasn't the way a little girl talked to her Mommy. So enough was enough. She climbed up on the table and put her hand on Wednesday’s cheek, and she whispered in her ear. "You're a big girl, huh? You don't need a Mommy? Alright, suit yourself." She wouldn't even remember what was said after that. Thirty seconds later, Ginger slid back into her chair and began working on her ice cream again, waiting for the show to begin. I shoved her away, or I thought I did, but she was sitting there eating her ice cream. I pouted, frustrated, and licked my own. But the cold winds were colder than I remembered. I shivered a little. I couldn't even finish my ice cream. I closed my eyes and got up from the table. "I wanna go home now," I told Ginger harshly. "Sit down, baby girl, I'm still eating." Ginger would be as cold as the ice cream, until Wendy said those magic words, until Wendy admitted to needing her. As cold as the world around her would seem. "Fuck you, I want to go home!" Swearing wasn't something I did anymore, not around Remy. The word felt weird on my tongue, but I needed to make a point. I hugged myself in my coat and looked down at my feet. I felt uneasy. I felt... uncomfortable. I felt nostalgic... "I'm going to tell your Daddy that you used a bad word. He's going to be disappointed." This was rough; Remy as Daddy had the luxury of time. Ginger as Mommy didn't have that. Her transformation in Wendy's eyes would be stark, and sometimes volatile. But the results needed to happen, or all this would be for nothing. Bad word. Disappointed. I hesitated and turned away from the woman at the table. I looked out at the street, at the passing cars, remembering when I was younger, and my sister and I would count cars on the way to the mall. I closed my eyes and shook my head. "I wanna go home," I muttered, trying not to think about it. Ginger finished her ice cream and set the cup in the waste bin, wiping her hands off with a napkin. Oh to be inside that girl’s head right now; she could have written a thesis! “I’m disappointed, too, Wednesday. I've been lovely to you, caring, accommodating, motherly, and you use awful words like that? Talk to me in those tones?" Dismissively, she shook her head. "...shut up," I mumbled quieter, shaking my head. Motherly. Caring. Accommodating. Lovely. I remembered when my mom was around, before she left. I wasn't sure lovely or caring were the proper words for it. She was busy. Too busy for me or my sister. Then she wasn't around anymore, and... I started to breathe heavily. "I dropped everything when you needed me, and I always do. I'm always here when you need me, aren't I? Today, at the party, when you started having night time accidents?" These were strategic words, to be sure. On the way to the car, Ginger was silent, letting the words weigh the girl down. Letting her drown in her pride and her stubbornness. Eventually, and before too long at that, Wendy would come to the conclusion she'd been programmed to; that she needed Ginger. And Ginger was sure of that. "SHUT UP!" I slammed my hands on her car door and shook my head. "I can't right now, Wendy." "Ask your father." "Go play with your sister." "I'm on the phone." "I'll be home after you're in bed." My mom's words played in my ears. I leaned against the car and bit my lip hard, drawing blood. Tears filled up my eyes. When she started to cry, Ginger waited. When she started to shiver, Ginger waited. When her nails dug into her own arms, that’s when Ginger struck. She put herself in the way, she cuddled her up, she engulfed her and encompassed her, and reminded her of one simple thing. One obvious thing. "I'll never leave you. I'll always have time for you. I'll always be here." "YOU! AREN'T! MY! MOM!" I hit her over and over until I couldn't anymore. Until I felt weak and sick. I curled up in her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her waist. I was going to throw up. I couldn't stop everything from spinning. What was wrong with me? What was going on? "She was never there, was she?" It was easy for Ginger to hold her, no matter what she did. It was easy for Ginger to play with her hair. It was easy for Ginger to route the origin of the trauma, of the resistance. It was easy to know what was happening, and how to use it. "She never had time for you?" "Shut up... shut up, shut up, shut up..." I buried my head in Ginger's neck and used her to warm me up. The pull-up between my legs was so cold and I felt so humiliated. Sure, my mom and I didn't have the best relationship. But that never mattered before. Why did it suddenly matter now? "Shh..." Despite her crying out in anguish, her negative responses, Wendy held tightly onto Ginger’s form and sobbed, and she certainly didn't fight off the cuddling. "That's why you were so upset when Remy didn't have time for you, you felt neglected, second best. Thats why you get so upset when you think of me as Mom, it would make you feel the same way..." Her words were heavy on my heart. My excuses... I told her she wasn't part of our game. That was true. But was this true, too? I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to feel. I just felt sick and uncomfortable and dizzy. Holding onto her... that was all that made me feel better... "I don't want to be given anything, poppet, not a role in your life, or your dynamic, not your affection, kindness, or trust. I'll earn every last bit of that, so when you offer it, you know you made the right choice." Ginger pulled her into the backseat of her car, holding her cuddled against her chest and playing with her hair. "And if you ever want me to be that to you, I will be. And I promise you'll always come first." Always come first... my heart hurt. My chest hurt. My head hurt. I curled up with my face against her lap and thought about a life where I could come first. Even today, Remy took that phone call. He went to work. And Ginger came running to my side. Would... would it be so bad, to have her? To know I was always safe with somebody? Of course not... it's what I'd always wanted. So I nodded my head and blushed through my tears. "...I'd... like it... if you were my Mommy..." "There's a good girl..." Ginger played with her hair, held her close, found the binkie that had popped out of her dress, and slipped it between her lips. She always was good in the crunch time, always was her best under pressure. "You're too precious for just one person to look after, aren't you? Don't you worry, Mommy will do a good job, you'll see." It felt like... like a weight was lifted off my chest. Like everything felt easy and free again. I didn't know how to explain it. But... but maybe a part of me thought this was a good idea. Remy, my lover, my everything, as a Daddy. And Ginger, the girl I was hardly friends with, restoring my faith as a Mommy. Half the reason I hadn't wanted children was because of my Mom... and now... now I had the chance to have everything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wendy has a Mommy now! Obviously nothing bad can come from this. But if you are skeptical, chapters 46-56 are posted on our Patreon. 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I wake up feeling foggy but surprisingly dry, Min is there watching me sleep and stroking my hair. “Feeling better?” “Yeah, once I got over the initial shock, yeah. By the way how am I still dry?” “I just changed you.” “Ah…” I look and see that I’m now wearing a forest green, gold, white, and brown plaid diaper that goes surprisingly well with my shirt. “So these things are actually amazingly good, where did you get them?” “They’re prototypes that haven’t had commercial release yet. This isn’t just a simple punishment and I want to make sure you’re looked after. They can hold six to eight wettings and several messings before being at risk of failure. I got a variety pack case in several distinct kinds of patterns and took the liberty of placing it you closet.” “Thank you, that’s actually super thoughtful.” “Your Welcome.” Min is smiling “I also got you several packs of these from the same company, figured it might help on days where your craving some normalcy.” Min hands me a pack of white bikini cut briefs. “GuardianTech™ performance briefs?” “They’re designed for full incontinence protection as well as period wear and can handle three to four wettings/heavy flow. The best part is there designed so that you can rinse them out in a sink and re-wear them.” “Holy shit! Thank you!” I jump up and hug Min. “This actually means a lot to me. So…..” I trail off “By the way how long was I out?” “About twenty-two hours. Like I said you really over taxed your self both physically and mentally.” “Damn…. You weren’t kidding” My stomach rumbles and Min’s smile has taken on a decidedly parental cast. “Come on let’s get you dressed and fed.” My face is tomato colored as Min helps me into a pair of jeans they’ve laid and out and a canvas chore jacket before we head out the door do grab brunch at a diner up the street.

I don't know Ana, but I liked the references to Selphie in the ending. So typical, not giving anything away for her next chapter.

In this story, Pudding and I stepped outside our comfort zone into a second person, present tense narrative about a topic we've never explored before. It's also the first story we've done together without using color! It was scary and challenging, but we came out the other side with a great little short story. I think this whole experience has really broadened our ability and made us better writers. I'd really like to say thank you to the person who commissioned this piece for providing us an opportunity to learn and grow. And thank you for believing in us. Please consider supporting us on Patreon! We also take on commissions! ~Sophie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Change Inc. By Sophie & Pudding *Commissioned by Anonymous You can’t believe your luck - only yesterday it had seemed like the world was going to end, with your athletic scholarship pulled. Your bank account is not doing so great on account of your reckless lifestyle and frequent partying. You need a miracle, a miracle like the flier in your hand that promises two semesters worth of tuition in exchange for a 24 hour test program for a robotics firm. You look at the paper in your hand, then up at the building off-campus marked with ‘Change Inc.' in colorful letters made of baby blocks on the wall. What a weird place. It wasn't as though you cared, though. You barely listen at all through the orientation process, you certainly don’t read the contract, and all you can think about is the busty older woman who talks you through it. Damn her titties are fine! What you wouldn't give to get a taste of those! "Right this way." She intones with a sickly smile on her painted lips, pushing open a door to a room that looked completely empty, then sealing you inside with a click. The room around you is white and plain, with a metallic sheen. A bright red light above the door is the only ounce of color, but it then switches to green. Holes in the ceiling open up and thin, long robotic arms reach down and wrap around your wrists before you can think to act. "Hey!" you shout. "What's going on?!" Two more arms grab onto your ankles and suddenly you feel your entire weight pulled up off the floor. You've never felt like this before. Something about the way the arms hold you makes you feel weightless and helpless. "HEY! Something's wrong in here!" Your voice is hoarse from calling out at the top of your lungs, but it's all for nothing. Despite your yelling, more arms appear and start undressing you in the worst possible way. "Those are my good jeans, don't..." You struggle and tug and pull. “Don’t cut them up!" If the arms have ears they're not listening. Soon all your clothes - except for your lucky red undies - are in ribbons on the floor. Then before you can complain, a floor panel flips over and sucks the pieces away. "What is this place?! I changed my mind!" But your mind isn't what the room has in mind when it comes to changing. A panel in the ceiling opens and a new robotic arm appears, holding in its grasp a thick, white square of plastic. Carefully, deliberately, the arms reveal the item in front of your face, peeling open the wings and exposing the soft padded crotch of the diaper. A very large diaper. Your mind races. No matter how hard you struggle, you are incapable of fighting off the cuffs on your wrists and ankles, holding you high in the air. "No," you mumble, "This isn't happening!" But your fears are realized as two more arms slide the red briefs down your legs and pull the diaper up in its place. A soft puff of air sprays white powder all over your cock before the arms pull open the tapes and fasten the diaper tight around your hips. The chime of a bell rings all around you. You struggle with the restraints, and a voice speaks from above. "Does baby need a change?" Humiliatingly, one of the arms with an oversized hand reaches down behind you and pats your diaper, hefting it against you, checking if you need to be changed. "I'm not a fucking baby you fucking weirdos! Lemme out!" An arm extends down and shines a red beam over your chest and stomach, like some kind of scanner, and you begin to feel some very real bodily needs. Desperately. Urgently. Like you won't even be able to hold it. What did they do to me, you think. You didn't need to go even ten seconds ago! "HEY! Lemme go, I gotta use the toilet!” The feelings are so familiar, but so sudden. The red scanner disappears into the ceiling, but the sensations do not. As the metal arms slowly lower you, the cuffs on your ankles and wrists stick to the floor, leaving you pinned and helpless as the feelings grow worse. Then the floor starts to rise into a large table, as if you were on display. Suddenly, you start to wonder if... if maybe you are on display? You frantically look around the cold white room, but the only thing you see is a hatch above opening up and a bottle lowering to your lips. You turn your head to fight it, but small arms sprout from the table near your head and hold it still until the nipple penetrates your lips. No matter what you do, you're immobile, naked but for a diaper, and drinking formula from a baby bottle. "Administering Formula #1822.” Or at least that's what you think you hear, but the liquid between your lips tastes strangely sweet and very relaxing. You drink, sucking hungrily on the bottle between your lips in a temporary daze. But halfway through the bottle you realize something is amiss. You're naked, you know that. You're in a diaper, you know that. The diaper is slowly getting warm, and wet, and... oh no! You can't be!? You're wetting yourself?! You try to stop, try to stymie the flood into your pristine white diaper, but no matter how much you panic and struggle against the strange new feelings, the formula seems to keep you from getting too riled up. You're not a baby! But the bottle stays firmly in place, even as your stomach grumbles unhappily. You need to find a way out of here… Once the bottle is empty, the arm takes it away, back into the ceiling. The warm, soggy diaper between your legs constantly reminds you of what you've done. The feelings in your stomach remind you what could happen next. No matter what you say, no matter how you struggle, nothing works. You're... you're scared. "Please let me out," you say, as tears start forming in your eyes. You don't understand why anyone would do this to you! Then another tight feeling rushes through your stomach and you whimper in pain. You shake your head to fight it off, but your body reacts in spite of you. Suddenly, unexpectedly, you start to push the mess into the seat of your diaper. No matter what you do, you can't stop yourself. There's no way you're pooping your diaper, you tell yourself. It’s not possible! Though as it happens, you're held down against the table, making it impossible to ignore; the way the thick mess squishes up and down your behind, between your legs. To make matters worse, the arms start to sit you up and gently bounce you up and down on the changing table. Why are they doing this to you?! How can this possibly be science?! Tears drip down your cheeks and you squeal out as you feel something hit your back. A hand - a robotic hand - patting you on the back, over and over. What the heck is it doing, you wonder. You're being bounced in a messy diaper, held in place, and being patted on the back like a baby. As you cry and whimper, the room reacts. It begins to play soothing music. Sounds of a woman's voice shushes you, saying things like "there, there" and "no need to cry". You can hardly believe you’re crying. No different than an actual baby, you think. But as the hand pats your back for the tenth time, still bouncing you softly on the table, a burp escapes your lips and the taste of formula fills your mouth. "There we go," the room says to you. "I bet you feel much better now." But you do not feel better at all. You want to go home, you want to leave this awful place! How long has it been? Hours? Days? In the back of your mind, though, you know it hasn’t been even an hour. Something is pushed between your lips, thick and rubbery, and it tastes like the formula. You suck on it out of newly given instinct, and you only realize it’s a pacifier as you are laid once more on the table. You're an adult man, naked but for a diaper, a thick, puffy, soaking wet and stinky messy diaper, sucking on a pacifier for anybody to see. You don't know how this can get worse! But then you feel something pressed against your stiffness in the front of your diaper, something semi-firm, and then a buzzing hum fills the empty room and vibrations are sent through your padding to your cock. Intense vibrations like you've never felt before. No no no! You are NOT getting off to this! "You are a very good boy," the room says to you in its warm, maternal voice. "A very good little boy. Relax now. Do not worry. You are safe and cared for and loved." You struggle against the cuffs, but any gesture or movement only reminds you of the state of your diaper. Tears drip down your cheeks. The buzzing sound permeates the room and you feel a warm pressure on the outside of your diaper. Rubbing down, between your legs, against your mess, and up to the yellowed front, along the length of your cock. As it moves, you shiver. Your body trembles. Your even breathing breaks. The room learns from your reactions and moves to please you better. All the while, the voice never quiets. "You are a good little boy. Relax. Let me make it all better." You want to spit out the pacifier. You want to tear the humiliation away from your waist. You want to leave more than anything. Your head swims and drowns and you suck on your pacifier, you suck and suck and suck. Your movements remain strong, but your struggles fade away, instead focusing your energy on moving against the vibrations, gyrating your hips to feel more of it. You're lost in yourself, lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure. The voice talks to you and you listen, eagerly licking up the words with your brain: you're a good boy, you're a baby, you deserve a reward, you should drink your formula, you should behave, you should enjoy your diapers, you should wet them, you should feel childish, you should associate this all with feeling good, you should mess yourself and be proud, proud of being a baby. You whimper and moan and your cock erupts in your diaper, soaking the already sodden padding with thick ropes of cum that have nowhere else to go but to press against your skin. Your breathing is ragged. Your heart, racing. You can't believe it. You are a grown man! You're in college! You are not a baby, and you not only have wet and messed yourself in the past hour alone, but the voice had convinced you to cum into a diaper. In your post-orgasmic haze, you thrash and kick on the table, furious and ashamed. But you're too weak. Weak and exhausted. You feel your body limply slip to the table and a program from earlier repeats itself. "Does baby need a change?" The robotic hand pushes roughly against the seat of your diaper, reminding you again that you are helpless here. "Oh! Yes, you do!" The metal hands move to the tapes of the diaper and peel them off. You struggle, but each moment of resistance feels harder and harder, and soon enough you're thrashing about with only the strength of an infant and the restraints have no problems at all holding you in place. The voice narrates, and your mind feels like it’s shrinking with each word. "There's a good little boy, let's see just how full your diaper is." The hands pull the diaper down and the thick smell fills the room: the smell of baby powder, baby pee, and baby mess, because you're a baby now. "Oh what a big mess for such a little baby! Don't you worry, baby boy, you'll be in a fresh clean diaper soon enough, won't that be nice?" You nod. You just want to be changed, you don't even care if it’s into another diaper. You can't see what going on, you can barely lift your own head (or your arms, which the machine feels no longer need to be restrained right now, humiliatingly). But you feel your legs lifted enough to raise your bottom, and you feel the soft warmth of a wet cloth cleaning you up. "Baby Boy made such a mess! All squished around, you must love your messy diapers, don't you baby boy? You love your messy diapers. We'll make sure to get you cleaned up and apply thick cream and lotion so you don't get a rash from now on." From now on... like you'll ever do this again... "You're a baby now, after all, you can't ever be an adult after doing that." Your cheeks flush red, and your cock stirs. Stupid voice, you think. What does it know... The room dresses you in the same kind of diaper as before, white and thick and crinkly. You smell like fresh baby powder, rather than a messy infant. Matching white mittens are pulled down over your bare fists and cuffed into place around your wrists, just as walls come up around you and the table is transformed again - this time into a crib too high for you to climb out of. The restraints disappear into the table and you are free. Free to wander around the small crib, anyway. Immediately, you tug at the diaper with your thick mittened hands, but the satin slips off the plastic tapes. The lights dim around you and lullaby music begins to play. The room starts to feel warmer and more comfortable. Even the metal table feels nice on your skin. You want to shout, you want to be let out, let up. But you can't talk with the pacifier in your mouth, and your confused little mind doesn't even think about the fact you could just spit it out. You try to stand up, but your legs wobble a little, and the top of the crib walls are so high. This whole room seems so much bigger than it was, and you know that shouldn't be possible. Which means you must have gotten smaller, but you know that's even less possible. That the room had expanded as the crib grew around you. You feel so small. You drop down on your padded butt on the bed, listening to the music play. You focus, sucking on your binkie. Gosh you're sleepy, though. You lay down, noticing for the first time a fluffy teddy bear adjacent to a pillow. You feel alone enough to hold the bear in your mittened hands, and before you know it you're asleep. You think, maybe, it was a bad dream, but when you wake up, the white room, the robotic arms, and the warm maternal voice are there to greet you. Your diaper is unexpectedly wet, but the room does not admonish you. After all, you are just a baby boy. A tub of warm water appears in the far corner and after stripping you of another wet diaper, you are placed in the warm water for cleaning. Though the mittens stay firmly on your hands, you kick and struggle against every action the room makes. You don't want to be bathed! You don't want to be carried! You are a grown man! But the room is quickly fed up with you. It lifts you high in the air, bends you at the waist in its many robotic arms, and spanks your bare, wet bottom. "You are acting so stubborn, baby boy. Be good." It hurts much more than you could ever have anticipated, not only on bare skin, but when it’s soaking wet, too?! Each smack aches, like you're being beaten with a metal spatula, and the feeling of heat from your ass after thirty firm smacks tells you that your skin is red raw. And you're crying, crying because you're just a baby boy. You wail and cry even worse when you're put back in the soapy water and your abused bottom has to feel the warm water against it. You sob and sulk and suck on the binkie pushed firmly between your lips. The hands soap you up, rubbing lotion over your skin that tingles and burns, rubbing shampoo in your hair that smells awful. You offer no resistance when toys are dropped in the bath to be played with - you just don't want to be hurt anymore, you want to be a good boy! When the water drains, your body hair drains away with it. ”You're such a good baby boy, aren't you?" You nod without a second thought. All you can do is nod. Fighting this isn't going to stop it. You pissed yourself. You shit yourself. You orgasmed into a diaper. Maybe you are just a baby boy… Twenty four hours felt like a week. The longest week of your life. You step out onto the sidewalk, wearing clothes you thought had been torn up. You look up at the huge sign above you. Change Inc. Then you turn your attention to the woman in the doorway, who invited you in only yesterday. She knows what happened to you, and you can hardly make eye contact. You hold the envelope tight in your hands - enough money to pay for the next two semesters of college. You had earned it. You had given up so much in that room... "If you're ever in need of more money," the woman says to you with that bright smile, her large breasts impossible to ignore, "you are always welcome back." She closes the door and leaves you alone on the street corner, with nothing but a wad of cash and an erection in your favorite red briefs.

I'm not a big fan of all the AB style dips myself. I realize they're niche products, as if the adult diaper market wasn't a niche enough by itself, but I find that many of them aren't all that practical for everyday use and the cost of keeping a closet stocked with them can be prohibitively expensive.

You might be going through a phase, and it might be a short term thing, and at some point, you have a need to be or dress more AB. As you get older, lots of things change. For instance, do you still like the exact same foods, and as much, as you once have? Or, you might not eat as big of portions as did once did. I’d say, just go with your flow, and with how you feel.

She was talking about that like 2 years ago, because the gown she was wearing was going to be too crazy, but she never admitted that she actually wore one. There's another thing going around how she admitted to being incontinent in high school and having to wear diapers, but eventually got it sorted out. Also, she is hella cute.

She saw the message come across her phone, and felt a mixture of insolence and security that was new to her. On the one hand, what if she wanted to move? She looked around and saw a kiosk offering a variety of stuffed animals that were distinctly Japanese in appearance. Then, as if Eros himself had made the trip with her, she spotted a Seafoam Green Narwhal with a Pink horn. Instantly she realized that she had never wanted ANYTHING, as badly as she wanted Norman. On the other hand, the message hadn't left a lot of room for interpretation. She didn't want to start off by deliberately disobeying him, did she? Not to mention, standing between herself and the absolute best friend she could ever hope to have, was a sea of strange faces that made the crossing feel like something akin to swimming across an alligator invested moat. For the better part of 30 minutes, she debated with herself, until finally, under no power of her own conscious mind, she stood and began waking through the mob towards Norman. Some malevolent spell, no doubt. Surely he would understand.

She took a deep sigh as she watched the little dots bounce on her phone screen. He was sending a message to her. He was there. She wasn't alone. In a sea of uncertainty, those little dots were dancing - just for her. When she got his message, she didn't so much read the words, as hear them spoken. She instinctively bit her bottom lip. What to say? "No. Not anymore. Hopefully not again for a long, long time." She sent the message and waited. However, as that old anxiety started clawing at her brain, she found herself sending another message, one that, in its simplicity, was loaded with possibility and precarious potential: "I'm here"

Social Anxiety Disorder. That's what they called it, anyway, when she had finally gone to see a counselor about her inability to process her surroundings when she was caught in situations like the one in which she currently found herself. Focus. Focus on something small. Some little piece of information, some distracting texture to hold, some simple idea, some sound... Her phone went off. There he was, letting her know that she was not alone. That somebody else saw her, even if the hundreds of people racing around her did not... Even if she, so focused on the chaos in which she felt she was downing, was unable to really see herself. With renewed energy she began to move through the mass of humanity. Her eyes darted around the busy airport, seeking some sanctuary from... The Noise. Desperately she sought respite, until like a beacon, her eyes came to rest next on a bright red wire bench. She flung herself toward it, and collapsed onto it, as she pulled her phone from her little shoulder bag and stared at the message. She immediately recognized the temerity of the text, and yet, also found her slender fingers shaking as she typed out her simple response... "The Airport"

I don't think he sings "plastic" anywhere in Arnold Layne. Isn't it about stealing women's underwear as part of a TV thing? On the other hand Syd Barrett's lyrics were often very child-like & nostalgic of when he was young. Matilda Mother is all about his mother reading him stories. And how child-like is Bike? "I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like. It's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good." I just love his songs.

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The Problem With Mikey Part 2 For over eight weeks all had been going well. Mikey had not been involved in even the slightest ‘accident’ and the family all heaved a sigh of relief on his behalf. Although he sort of missed his night time diapering he realised that he was now able to do what big boys do, and get up and go to the bathroom when needed or hold it until he could. His mother still hadn’t taken the rubber sheet off his bed (just in case) but PJs, underwear… everything was just what a boy of nearly 15 should be wearing… even if Mikey himself still had a liking for childish cartoon briefs. He hadn’t worn a diaper, pull-ups or his training pants for over six weeks (for the first fortnight he’d had some protection) and even though he still had his childish ways, it was a joy to see him confidently going to school and not feeling he was different. He charged around like any boy his age would do and his constant pleasure at not having to be checked for wetness improved his self-assurance. He was even invited to his first ever sleepover and, despite his mother’s worry and misgivings, the night passed off without incident. In fact the mother of the boy he was staying with had phoned to compliment Mikey’s mother on her son’s sweet nature and impeccable manners. She simpered with relief and gratitude on hearing such positive remarks. Mikey’s closet still had his stash of diapers, pull-ups and protective pants (should he ever need them again) but for the moment cartoon boxer shorts and briefs were his favourite underwear. His PJs were equally childish and fun but his mother didn’t think this mattered that much and, as they still fit him, there was no point in buying anything new. She realised the reason he liked to parade around the house dressed only in his underwear was, for the first time, he didn’t have to wear any protection and, in his own way, he was proud of that fact and wanted to share that pleasure. Peter and Mary had both quickly got used to their older brother wandering around clad like that and understood what this newfound freedom meant to him. His family had always been positive, loving and caring over his past dependency on diapers and were pleased at this new and sometimes amusing show of independence. For instance, occasionally, when he received a new piece of underwear, he’d tell everyone he met what he was wearing and insist on displaying his ‘big boy’ pants. He wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed to tell the story, no matter how childish, of the cartoon images that were emblazoned on the material hanging from his hips. Pulling down his jeans or shorts to reveal the colourful character briefs beneath, in some of the least conducive situations was both embarrassing and funny - he was innocent and always happy to share and chat with anyone. # A new restaurant had opened in the nearby town and the family had won tickets for a free, special offer, Mexican meal. Mom, dad and the three kids all trooped off excited at this new edition to the gourmet delights of their slowly expanding town. The place was packed and it looked like half the neighborhood had decided on experiencing what ‘El Cantino’ had to offer. Tasty bits and pieces of Mexican food (as well as some All American treats) were sampled and ravenously devoured as the continuous supply of flavorsome dips and spices teased the taste buds of the delightfully enthusiastic crowd. Mikey wasn’t one for spicy food but, thanks to his new found confidence, thought he should at least try it. His younger brother and sister seemed to be enjoying it so he thought he’d give it a go. It really was a bit rich and spicy for him, it was too hot and he needed a great deal of iced water to help control the fire in his mouth but, as no one else was complaining, decided to keep quiet and just not eat too much. However, on the journey home he could feel his stomach begin to growl in protest and he felt the first, unintentional spurt of pee into his Spongebob briefs. Everyone else in the car was saying how fantastic the food had been but Mikey sat with a half-smile on his face concentrating on keeping his pants dry. He failed. # The urge to pee came over him so quickly that he didn’t even have time to request his father stop the car and his light brown chinos suddenly began to turn darker. His bladder released the many glasses of iced water he tried to use to quell the heat in his mouth. Peter was the first to notice and almost apologetically brought the incident to the attention of the rest of the family. His mother was surprised but, as he hadn’t wet for some time, thought it was just a one off as she had seen her oldest son struggle with the spicy food. Thankfully they were nearly home so no great problem as she ushered him inside and up to his room. He couldn’t stop apologising and whining about how he was a big boy now and please not to put him back in diapers. Alas, that’s just what his mother did as soon as she had him stripped, washed and cleaned up. She assured him it was only a temporary setback and that all would no doubt be well in the morning but this was just a precaution whilst he slept. He really didn’t put up much of an argument as she powdered and fitted one of his old disposables. She settled him down and once she was sure he was comfortable went off to discuss the event with his father. Although Mikey was happy to be in briefs, the sudden return to wearing a thick disposable was not the blow it perhaps could have been. Once his mother had left the room he wriggled in the soft dry comfort his protection offered. He liked the soft ruffle and crinkle as he moved and the plastic pants took him back to only a few weeks before when this was his normal attire for bed. He wasn’t as upset as he thought he’d be and grabbed one of the never far away stuffies and pulled him into bed. Now the feeling was complete and he could settle down and… # Whilst Mikey slept his parents agreed that this was probably just a minor setback, thanks to the excitement and food but, and this was the main thrust, if he wet in the night, he’d have to wear diapers again until they were sure he could go without them for a week. They both had been glad to have their eldest son out of diapers and had hoped that his problem had now passed but they also couldn’t pretend that seeing his eager little diapered butt careering around the house hadn’t been missed. Mikey was such a joy to be with - always smiling, always happy, always loving, there were no sides to the teenager that didn’t make you just want to hug the guy. His simple approach to everything; his easy acceptance of his situation, his quick compliance with his parents requests, the total lack of any form of nastiness was something both absolutely adored about their ‘slow’ but endearing boy. They had been thrilled when the child psychologist Dr Thompson had fixed the incontinent side of Mikey’s problem but surprisingly, they missed so much of what his problem meant to them. Now, as Peter and Mary were growing up, they were becoming more independent, had less time for their family and forming a new family of friends. Mikey had been the one that held them all together, his diapers and accidents being a sort of glue that bonded them all. Mikey’s mother wondered what the good Doctor would make of that situation? # Unsurprisingly, Mikey’s mom woke her son up to find that he was indeed very, very wet. Those several glasses of water at the restaurant were now soaked into his disposable causing it to expand considerably. Thankfully, her foresight to include a pair of rubber pants had mercifully kept the access from seeping onto anything else. Strangely, she was relieved that her precautions had been successful… and that he’d wet. He was still very dozy as she roused him for school and it took a few seconds for him to realize just how sodden his diaper was as he struggled to get out of bed. His mother helped him up and guided him to the bathroom. Mikey wasn’t sure if she’d be disappointed in his return to soggy diapers and was glad that she didn’t seem overly concerned. She stripped him down, let him shower and then guided him back to his room where she towelled him dry. It was like it used to be and Mikey was sure his mother would diaper him for the day, which was exactly what she did. She rummaged in his closet, pulled out the nicely folded away terry diapers, collected the lotion and powder and proceeded to get her son ready for a new challenging day. Finally she fitted his thick plastic pants and let him pull up his jeans himself. All the while she was encouraging him and saying that this was only temporary and that he shouldn’t worry he’d soon be back in his ‘big boy’ underwear. The bulk under his jeans couldn’t be denied but it didn’t seem to worry Mikey as he accepted it was something he needed and set off to school with barely a thought about his returned slight waddle. His mother smiled at the sight but was suddenly overcome with the feelings of guilt that she had taken so much pleasure in what had just happened. Surely she didn’t want to see her son return to being incontinent and relying on diapers? Surely she wanted what was best and that this was only a brief hiccup? Surely she wasn’t hoping he’d have another wet diaper to change when he got home? Alas, this was precisely what she was hoping for, even if she wasn’t quite ready to admit it. # For the next few days his mother kept him tightly protected both day and night. By day he seemed to be able to get to the toilet in time but at night his old wetting problem returned and he didn’t wake up dry once. It was back to his bulging PJs but Mikey, although sorry to lose his cartoon briefs did seem to settle down to sleep a lot quicker than he had been doing. His mother made sure he was prepared properly and supervised his night time protection. At first she let him fit the diaper himself but he just wasn’t co-ordinated well enough to make the fabric and pins fit correctly. He quickly got used to pulling his PJ bottoms over the silky, vinyl bulky mass and was pleased that he still wore something that had his much-loved cartoon characters all over them. During the day he mainly wore disposables but occasionally, if they were out of them, he’d wear the fabric ones to school. He didn’t mind and again, it barely raised a mention from the rest of his class. The trouble with Mikey was, he was no longer any trouble. Things had returned to ‘normal’ and it wasn’t a problem. He looked relieved now he was back in diapers that he didn’t have to worry about getting to the toilet any more, whilst his mum and dad were happy to see the return of their well-padded, plastic panted oldest son. Like before they would support him for as long as it took but were in no rush to return to the doctor and change Mikey in any way. ### The End ###

After cooking breakfast for the first time in months we excitedly tore through several stacks of pancakes, sausage, eggs, and bacon before splitting up to wander the mall, which was still closed as the storm burned itself out. It had also closed the university four days early, so we had nothing going on. When we got back I found out Lia had been working in the office. “So what’s up?” “Covering our tracks. Somebody’s going to notice the utility usage and traffic eventually, but I used the readymade access to their corporate servers to forge some paperwork. Some dumbass actually left a password on a sticky note…” She says laughing “Now if anybody looks into it they’re going to think somebody in upper management at sales is using it to discreetly entertain clients.” “Watching you duel wield code and social engineering is so god damn sexy.” I playfully tease as I lean in to kiss her on the fore head. “Goofus.” She leans in to return a peck on the lips while also swatting my ass. “What was that for?” Lia just smiles. She is so much better at planning things than I am. Lia is always thinking two steps ahead, it makes her great at planning surprise parties, and is one of the many things I love about her. Speaking of which. “So besides taking care of our cover story what else have you been up to?” “Well I stopped by a couple stores and got us house warming present Little K….” Her using my pet name combined with that look can mean only one thing and I flush knowing how simultaneously embarrassing and amazing whatever she has planned is going to be. Honestly a big part of the flush is knowing just how much I’m going to enjoy it. I’m led into the bedroom where I’m shocked to see a brand-new changing table. We had never been able to get a lot of stuff for my Little side because of our living situation. Apparently Lia was determined to make up for lost time. “Oh my God!” The changing table was really overtop quality the medium dark wood and red leather(fake for obvious reasons but still really nice) making it look like it belonged in spa. It also had a lot of shelving with really good organization. “Do you like it?” I’m surprised to see Lia looks super hesitant and nervous. It’s not something I see often. I can’t english so I just run up and squeeze her into an excited hug. “Well then let’s get Little K ready for bed.” She says beaming at me. I go quite, nervously biting at my nails as she takes of my shirt and bra tossing them into the clothes hamper before helping me onto the table. “Don’t ruin your nails sweetie use this instead.” She gently admonishes as she pops a mint green paci into my mouth. After taking off my jeans and undies and tossing them in the basket as well she pulls out a thick diaper navy blue with pink polka dots. “Where did you get this stuff?” I can’t keep the surprise and amazement out of my voice. “So, this mall actual has like a legit super center sized sex shop called, and I shit you not ‘Fantasies ‘R us’. They have this whole separate ABDL section.” “Where the hell has this place been for the past 10 years?” We both break out laughing before I go back to sucking contentedly on my new paci as Lia places the diaper under me lifting my legs by the ankles. I feel my but hit the soft warm padding as Lia applies powder and lotion. Eliciting embarrassed gasps and squeaks of pleasure in the process before tapping me up. I’m dressed in a mint green romper pajama set with Little cartoon foxes, trees, and cabins on it. It’s cute but still looks like something a girl my age might actual where if that’s what she was going for. Perfect for Little K. I’m placed on the couch where Anand and Terra make happy embarrassing noise at me and complement me on my new pjs. Lia makes my favorite thirst quencher, iced cranberry juice and seltzer, and brings it out to me in a sippy cup. I lie back against her my legs in Terra’s lap sighing contentedly as big sister starts to rub my feet. While Anand cues up something on Netflix. This is… perfect.

Flooding definitely requires premium diapers. Even with those it's something you should try to avoid as all diapers work better with slower absorption rates Bettypooh

As I mentioned above, I use a belted pad with the addition of a taped on diaper for this reason. I have found the Wallgreens belted products to be as good and any, as they do hold a lot. One final note, If I plan to be out for more than about an hour, I will take one pad, cut the backing in several places and place it into another and follow this with a taped on diaper, kinda like a booster. This extra combination is still easy to change when out and in a hurry, but does a great job of holding several wetting's. Final note, if you are "full uncontrolled wetter" you need a premium or cloth diaper to contain this flow rate.