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Hey guys, here's a smaller chapter that needed told. Be warned. This is rough. * “Wake up. It’s time to get up sweetheart. We have a busy day.” “I hear ya. I’m getting up in…..let’s say ten minutes.” “I don’t think so young lady. If you had it your way, you would sleep all day. It’s market day. I need your help, so up you go.” “Aww mama, don’t you know that growing girls need their beauty sleep?” “You're plenty beautiful as it is, Miyuki. Besides, vanity is a weakness, little one. Miyuki stretched and began to get ready for the day. Market day was a big deal in her village. It came about once a month, and was when people from the nearby villages could come and trade all at once. It was a big deal , and a good day at the markets could make it break people. Miyuki had been helping her mother scavenge ever since her papa had died a year back. It was dangerous work, but her mother was an excellent swordswoman, so the eight year old never had much reason to fear. Her mother was her whole world. Despite their squalid home, or the bad times they went hungry, or the cold winters, her mother made everything better. After getting dressed, her mother stood behind her and brushed her hair. After gathering their goods, they headed out the door. The market was already gathering a large group of people, all ready to bargain and barter. Normally, her mother would sell their pieces to the local trader, but they always kept their best findings for market day. You never knew what people would pay for some junk. The day went quickly enough, and they were doing pretty well. They had gotten a basket full of fresh fruits and vegetables for an old working radio. Miyuki was hoping someone might trade some treats that she could enjoy later. Three men were heading their way, and Miyuki could see her mother tense up. They were the Tucker brothers, and they had an ugly reputation. Bill Tucker was the eldest, an ugly man with few teeth and little hair, but a lot of mean. The middle brother was actually rather handsome, with light brown hair swept back and light blue eyes, but he was the most dangerous by far. Even Miyuki could see it. Garret Tucker could pretend, manipulate, he was smart. Jim, the youngest, was thin and lean, and not all that bright, on his own, he wasn't much to bother with. But the problem with the Tuckers, was that they held an immense hatred for her mother and her. Why? Because of how they looked. Miyuki immediately hid behind her mother. Bill Tucker gave a smug look, before spitting at their feet. “Look who it is. I was hoping you two squinty eyed rats had died over the winter. Pretty sure my brothers and I told you to get gone before we came back.” Her mother looked them straight in the eyes, unafraid. “My husband helped build this town. We aren’t going anywhere. Take your threats and leave. This won’t end well for you.” “Maybe your man did help build the town.” Garret Tucker mused. “That doesn’t change the fact that you people, your kind that is, caused all this to begin with. The world's gone to shit, and here you people are, sitting here like you belong.” “I keep telling you, we're Japanese, not Chinese. The war was 200 years ago. We were born here, just like you.” Garret fished out an old newspaper from his pack. He always had it near. “China Invades Alaska” was stamped on the front, with a picture of a unit of Chinese soldiers. “Hmmm….you look pretty Chinese to me.” Bill addressed the crowd. “You all comfortable having these rats living here?! You know what their kind done don’t ya?! They’re why the world is how it is.” The crowd was silent. Most turned away awkwardly, while others openly glared at the troublesome brothers. Bill reached for her with a meaty paw, but her mother moved quicker, twisting his arm and shoving a dagger she had hidden close to his throat. The other two pulled out their weapons as well, and a crowd of onlookers fell silent. “What the hell is going on now?!” a voice cried out, as a weathered, skinny man pushed his way through the crowd, along with five or six other men, all armed. The man was Edward Wentz, and he had the unfortunate honor of being the sheriff of the town. He was probably only in his forties, but he hadn't aged well. He was thin and emancipated, his hair had streaks of gray, and his eyes had an exhaustion in them that said he had seen far too much in his life. Still, Miyuki had seen him angry before. It wasn’t pretty. “I told you last time, you don’t come here and harass my people. I warned you we would have problems if it happened again.” The youngest brother, Jim, opened his mouth to speak, but Garret motioned for silence. “You're right, sheriff. You done told us already and we've been terribly rude. I humbly ask for your forgiveness. If you'll ask the nice lady to kindly remove the knife from my brother's throat, we will just be right on our way.” Ed looked unconvinced, but he slowly nodded. His guards lowered their weapons, as did her mother. Garret Tucker moved a bit closer to them and whispered “You were wrong about one thing, rat. This isn’t gonna end well for you. I can promise you that.” They sheriff's men escorted them out as her mother spoke with the sheriff. “Thank you Mr. Wentz. They're becoming more aggressive. I don’t think they cared if they got caught here today.” “No. I don’t reckon they did. I'm sorry Yuri, truly. I should have been keeping a closer eye out. Market day is always….hectic.” “I understand. I appreciate you looking out for me and my little girl.” Mr. Wentz smiled down at her and winked. “You alright Miyuki? Those bad men didn’t scare you did they?” “A little sir.” She squeaked out. “It’s ok now. You’re a tough kid. You go on home now and mind your mama, yeah?” That night she cuddled up to her mother for warmth, as she stroked her hair and sang to her. “Mama, why do those men hate us so much?” “Don’t think about them, little one. They're small and petty people. They simply want someone to hate. If it wasn't us, it would be someone else.” She was almost asleep when she heard the door crash open downstairs. Her mother was on her feet in an instant, sword in hand. “Under the bed Miyuki, now! Don’t come out until I come get you.” “I’m scared mama!” “Just hide and don’t make a sound. I’ll be right back.” Miyuki hid and kept her eyes shut. She didn’t want to see anything until her mother came back. When the screaming started she tried to cover her ears. She was convinced that no human could make those sounds, no matter how vaguely it sounded like her mother. Finally, there was silence. She heard footsteps downstairs, heavy footsteps, and the sound of furniture being overturned. “Where ya at, little rat? It’s just us and you now. Come on out! We don’t wanna hurt ya.” She recognized the voice as Garret Tucker and the malice in his voice made her even more afraid. Where had her mother gone? What happened? The footsteps moved closer, coming up the stairs. Suddenly, the bed was flipped over and the three Tucker brothers loomed over her. They were covered in blood and wounded. Jim was missing a hand, and had a shoddily wrapped tourniquet over the stump. Garret himself had a slash going from his forehead diagonally to his neck. He smiled at her, but there was a rage in his eyes as he grabbed her, forcing her up and grabbing her roughly by the face so she had to look at him. “Your ma was a pretty tough lady, I’ll give her that. Chopped us up real good. I wonder, little rat, did she teach you any of that fancy sword junk?” “Yuri! Are you okay in there? I heard screaming. Oh god….Yuri?” Garret smiled and grabbed his captive by the back of the neck. “Looks like the good sheriff is here. Let's go say howdy, how’s that?” The three men forced her downstairs, where a horrified sheriff Wentz seemed unable to move, staring at the corner of the room. When Miyuki finally looked for herself, she nearly threw up. What had once been her mother lay in a mangled heap. Her body had been mutilated almost beyond recognition. With the brothers keeping her upright, she could only weep helplessly. The sheriff finally got his bearings, perhaps a little too late. Before he could draw his weapon, the brothers already had their guns on him. Garret smiled, wiping blood off his face. “Look sheriff, I know how this looks. Aw hell, it is what it looks like. You’re a real nice man, sheriff, but I warned you before that their time would come. I know you’re probably a little pissed right now, but I need you to listen, yeah? The little rat here? She’s coming with us.” Wentz was shaking with anger, but there was fear in his eyes too, and rather than being intimidating, he seemed very frail. “You're out of your fucking mind if you think I’m letting you walk out of here. I swear I’m gonna enjoy putting you three pieces of shit in the ground.” He moved a bit closer to the door, but Garret stopped him again. “Now sheriff, I’m gonna warn you right now, don’t even think about it. The girl’s coming with us. That’s all there is to it. You move to the door, try to call your men, we will gun you down, that’s a fucking promise. Then who knows how many people in town are gonna get hurt while we fight our way out. Let us go, and you never see us again. We will never step foot in your little dust hole of a town again.” The sheriff looked at the door longingly, but his hand dropped from his holster. He was beaten. “Get out. If I ever see you near my town again, I'll shoot on sight. You fucking monsters.” Miyuki shook her head in disbelief as the brothers began hauling her to the door. She looked up pleadingly, but the sheriff wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Don’t let them take me! Please help, please!” Bill slapped her across the face. Hard. Miyuki could taste blood on her lips and remained silent as they forced her out of the house, into cold, and out of town. They walked for days, weeks even. Bill and Jim beat her for various reasons. Jim was angry about his hand, and used the one he had left brutally. With Bill, it was the little things that set him off. If she moved too slow, if she looked at him wrong, or if she cried. Anything could send the big man into a rage, and he was much worse when he was mad. Garret never laid a hand on her, even stopping the abuse if he felt like it. He made sure she was fed as well, but she knew it wasn’t out of kindness. She froze all the time, but the nights were worse. Finally they reached their destination. It looked like an old baseball stadium, and Miyuki heard cheering coming from the inside. Four armed men greeted them at the entrance. “What the fuck happened to you three?” asked a man with dark skin and a load of piercings in his face. “Garret, you don’t look so pretty no more, and goddamn it Jim, what happened to your hand?” “We got a gift for ya.” Bill answered, ignoring the guards and their curiosity. “New contender, ready for the arena.” The man snorted. “Her? She looks half ready for the grave. What the fuck is she gonna do in there?” Garret shrugged. “Maybe she'll just lay down and die. That's okay with us. Or, maybe she'll rise to the occasion. To be honest, I’m eager to find out.” “Your money I guess. I don’t know where you snatched this brat, and I probably don’t want to know, so let’s throw her in there and hope the crowd is amused. She was led roughly through the stadium to a large gate. Garret knelt down and with a wicked smile handed her mother’s sword to her. “This is it kiddo. Once you're in there, it’s kill or be killed. Either you live and kill the other person, or they'll kill you without mercy. You want to die today?” Miyuki was speechless. She couldn’t understand how this could have happened. Everything had been perfect before, and in a flash, it was all gone. She was far away from home, she had been beaten, and she was cold. What shocked her more, was Garret himself, who had destroyed her life seemingly on a whim. Now he stood there, smiling without a thought of what he had done. She was led into the field, feeling very small in the center of the arena. All around her the crowed roared and laughed. Many screamed for her death. Her opponent stood nearby, lean man with scars all over his body, who looked from her back to the crowd sorrowfully. “You fucking monsters! You want kids fighting for you now?! You sick bastards!” “Please help me. I just want to go home. “Miyuki cried, sinking to her knees. The man looked at her sadly. He slowly walked over and knelt down. “I’m so kid, I really am. You shouldn’t be here. Just close your eyes okay? I'll make it quick and you won’t feel a thing okay?” “I want to go home….please…please. Let me go.” The man moved closer and wrapped her in an embrace, ignoring the protests of the crowd. “You can’t escape this place, honey. I’ve been here for years. Close your eyes and I will help you. I'll set you free.” His hands moved to her neck, and she realized he was going to snap her neck. She would be free, she wouldn’t hurt anymore. She would be with her mama in heaven, if heaven was a real place. But still, she was afraid. She didn’t want to die, and she was terrified that there would be nothing after it ended, that she would be alone in darkness forever. “He's gonna kill you, girl!” Garret yelled from the bleachers. “Ain’t you got any fight in you at all? Your mama's rolling in her grave. Well, whatever pieces they managed to scrap up that is!” Miyuki clenched her mother’s sword tightly. She couldn't say whether it was anger or fear, maybe both, that compelled her to stand, but she did. With a desperate cry, she drew her weapon and cut deeply into her opponent, who screamed and backed up quickly, trying to stop the blood outing from the wound. “Why? Stop kid! I'm trying to help you!” Miyuki ran forward with a yell and ran her sword right through the man, who had his hands out trying to reason with her. The man fell as she tore the blade from his stomach. “I'm sorry.” Miyuki said softly. “I can’t die. I don’t want to die. I’m afraid.” Her opponent looked up at her with a sad smile. “No, I'm sorry kid. I should have killed you right off. I should…..should have freed you. This place is a nightmare. I’m sorry.” That was her first kill. Afterward, they had taken her to a small cell, her new home. For eight years after she would fight and kill anyone she was put up against. She was ruthless, ferocious, with a desire for life that pushed her to victory each time. The Tucker brothers were rarely seen together in the coming years. Bill had vanished to form his own raider group. Garret came by every few months to check on his prize fighter, and to collect his winnings. He still looked at her with a smile, mocking her. Jim, the youngest was at the stadium most often and while he was stupid, he was far too afraid of his captive now to mistreat her. However, after one of her victories, he brought her in shackles to the shitty bar he drank at. He boasted and generally enjoyed displaying her like an animal. As the night grew later, the drunkards of the bar began to bicker and argue. Miyuki watched the unfolding events with interest. A brawl broke out between them and chaos raged. Jim was caught off guard when someone was pushed into him, knocking him over. He dropped her sword in the fall, but before he could get up, Miyuki had wrapped her chains around his neck. Her captor writhed as his airway constricted, but with only one hand, he couldn’t save himself. With the brawl reaching new heights, no one noticed as he died in his captives arms. Reaching for her sword, she stood slowly and prepared for the bloodbath to come. No one in the bar escaped, and many died as she cut and shot her way to freedom. After years of death and horror, Miyuki was finally free. * Miyuki shot up with a scream stuck in her throat. She hated these dreams. It was the closest thing to hell she could imagine. She was forced to relive the horror of her childhood over, and over, and over. She heard sniffling from the bedside she sat by. Rain was finally awake, having slept for two days after the tunnel. Rocco had gotten tired of Miyuki “fussing” over him and so she had come to sit by Rain and to give Tali a break. Now, the girl stared at her with tears streaming down her face. Taking a breath to calm herself down, Miyuki moved and sat on Rain’s bed. “What’s up? Bad dream?” Rain launched herself against her, squeezing for dear life and sobbing. “I'm so sorry, Miyuki. I’m so sorry they did that to you!” Rain continued to cry as Miyuki say there numbly, having no clue how to answer, or how the girl knew her dream.

I had this cover photo cover commisioned for my story Hermione Granger Dark Arts Diapered, set after the final book/movie Hermione now 18 has decided to go back to Hogwarts to sit her final school year that she missed while fighting Voldemort. During her first Dark Arts class a spell goes wrong and her underwear turns into a nappy that continues to expand the more you try and take it off. The art was creat by the very talented Shadee2d

Bab was a lot more tolerable after that day, but still mad about the slime. It had been about 2 days since then, and we had finally made it to Pa’a: a big castle on a hill, surrounded by a city. A massive wall surrounded the city with only two gates in and out. Bab was beyond embarrassed about going into town wearing my jacket as a skirt, since she already ruined her pants. But no one seemed to notice as we found a store and bought her a regular skirt. Bab really wanted pants but after a minute of arguing I won out and we got the cheap knee length skirt. Before we get anything else, I wanted to take a look around town and get a feel for what it was like. For starters, what was the better inn to stay at, that was affordable and comfortable? Next, a few shops, to check prices and see where I might find good deals. Then a place to sell my items for more money; lastly, find a tailor, to get Bab at least one good outfit to wear, and give her a bit more protection than just the magic items, and possibly make me something useful for later. After a few hours, we found a decent inn. It was 50 bronze a night, but it was the best we could find. Bab and I decided to rest there for the rest of the day, after 6 days of walking. The only time I left was to get food, while Bab stayed in the room. Dinner was 5 bronze, but it smelled fantastic. BBQ ribs and smoked veggies from a food vendor: I couldn't wait to dig in! The moment I got back to the inn I noticed something on their wall. It looked like a bulletin board with jobs lined up all over it. After taking a look I realized there were all types of jobs, and all of them sorted to best reach their target audience. The fighter was usually asked to protect something, such as farms from beasts, or to help join the royal watch on the wall. Archers, frequently were asked to join the wall, or join hunters to find specific monsters. The mage was asked to make potions for sickness. (Sadly Bab couldn't do that) Rogues were asked to get stolen objects back. Tamers were asked to do a little of everything, except for potions. Hunters were asked to hunt specific creatures and items. And lastly, there were a few odd jobs that didn't really belong to anyone. After looking at a few and asking people how they worked, I grabbed four jobs and brought them with me back to the room. “What's that?” Bab asked as I showed her the jobs I grabbed. She was doing her best to eat a rib by herself and was doing an excellent job. Luckily she was above a plate so when she did drop it wasn't a waste. “I grabbed a few jobs for us to do to make money,” I told her. “Whatcha got?” she asked. “This one is tracking a pack of dogs that have been attacking the guards at night: 10 silver. ‘Find a black fang from a dog,’ I thought that might go well with the pack: 5 silver. And ‘locate a silver bee’s nest close to the gate, do not kill!’ seven silver,” I told her. “What about that one?” Bab asked, noticing the fourth job. “This one is for you,” I told her as I held it up for her to read. As she looked at it, her eyes grew wide. “Oh, fuck no!” she yelled. “There is no way in hell I'm doing that!” “But it's perfect for you, and look at the reward,” I told her. “No fucking way!” she yelled. ************ “Why are you trying to kill me?” Bab asked as we walked through town to where her job was, the next morning. “Stop exaggerating. The job is great for what we need, and we were already going to come here anyway,” I told Bab. “Why?!” she asked “Because those magic items you have won't help you forever. You need something else for when we might be at risk.” I told her, as we enter the tailor’s shop. “Aw hello, you two. How may I help you?” the women behind the counter asked. “A few things actually, I was wondering if this job was still open?” I asked and handed her the flyer. The flyer asked for a girl between the ages of 9-12 to be used as models for new outfits. The reward was their pick of any outfit, per 8 they tried on. “oh, yes it is, is she the one?” the woman asked and looked at Bab, who was still pouting. “Yes, she is,” I told the women. “Great, we haven't gotten many 9-year-olds.” the women said. “I'm not 9!” Bab shouted, getting really pissed. “Oh my, what was that?” the women asked. “Sorry, for some particular reason she can't talk normal, thanks to our bond I can translate for you if need be,” I told the women. “And right now she's just a little mad.” “Is she an early bloomer?” the women asked. “I don't know what you mean, but I don't think so. No, it's something else. By any chance is there anyone else in the store?” I asked. “Why?” the women asked and gave me a strange look. I looked at Bab then back at the women, and whispered in her ear about Bab being very shy of other people. “Oh, I'm so sorry dear. Hold on just one sec,” the woman said as she got up from behind the desk. She was an older woman, and a little on the bigger side, but from the way she acted she seemed to be nice, as she turned her open sign to closed. “Come this way dears,” she told us, and led us into the back room. The room was cluttered with clothes all over the place. In the center of the room was a small platform, and behind it was a curtain to change. “Ok, so I'll have you go up on the platform for some measurements,” the women told Bab, who stepped up. The women then took a tape measure and started her measurements. “So what brings you two into town?” “We're looking for a way to send me home,” I told her. I then proceeded to tell the women our story, as she sent Bab behind the curtain to change. “That quite the tale,” she replied once I finished. “Um, can I get something else?” Bab asked from behind the curtain. “What's that dear?” “She wants something different.” I translated. “This is part of the job dear, I just need to see what it looks like so I can make adjustments,” she told Bab. There was a moment of silence before Bab finally came out. She wore a long sleeve light blue t-shirt with a skirt that was above her knees and she was having a problem with that. The women just praised how cute she looked and helped her to the platform. Here Bab was viewed all over to check out the design. Anytime she saw a flaw she tried to fix it. “That's weird. It seems the back pokes out a little more than I thought.” the women said as she then lifted Babs skirt. “Oh, my!” Babs' face was just in shock, as it grew red again, as yet another person found out her secret. “That's what she's so embarrassed about,” I told the women. “That's why I asked for the job to be private. I'm hoping this won't be a problem.” “Oh no problem at all dears, in fact, this is a great opportunity!” the woman said excitedly. “What?” Bab asked. “What do you mean?” I asked “She is something special, someone, that need special clothing. This is a great way to gain a new experience!” the women said as she happily fixed the skirt a bit. “I'm so happy your daddy brought you to see me.” For a second Bab and I didn't really process what she said then at the same time, we started to told her she was wrong. “She’s not my daughter! She’s just someone I have to travel with ma’am!” I try to tell her, and she just laughed at us. “First, please, call me Fran, and wasn't it you who said you adopted her?” Fran asked as she reminded me of what I said during my story, as she pushed Bab back behind the curtain and gave her a new outfit. “Yes but that's only because she was in an orphanage; and because of the bond, I needed to take her with me,” I told Fran. “So you don't take care of her?” she asked me, already knowing what I would say. “Yes, I take care of her, but I see her more like a sister than anything,” I explained. “I need some help,” Bab said behind the curtain. “What did she say?” “She needs help, her hands are messed up, so if you gave her anything with buttons or zippers that might be the problem. “I see.” Fran then giggled to herself before going behind the curtain and helping Bab into the next outfit. Bab soon found herself slightly enjoying the experience. A lot of the clothes she wore she would never wear at any other time, but here, in a locked room and away from everyone else, she could feel a little ordinary. One outfit had a very short skirt that the bottom of her diaper even poked out of. I joked that Fran should use that for the adventure outfit. Bab just gave me the bird in response. After 3 hours we were finally done. Most outfits Bab didn't like, but she did try on a few that she really did like. “Because of your little problem, I would like you to come back tomorrow for the outfits. I want to make a few adjustments,” Fran told us, and we agreed. “Also one last thing, the outfit you asked for will be ready by then as well. “Thank you,” we both told her. *************** The rest of the day was just as good. After lunch, we went hunting for the bees’ nest. It took a long while but thanks to Noah’s notes we were able to locate a nest. Silver bees’ honey produced an effect that acts similar to coffee and the bees only make the honey in the wild. After turning in that job, we went to the gate entrance and waited for the dogs to attack. The moment they did we fought them until they tried to run off. Thanks to the hunter's skills I was able to track them. Bab and I soon finished them off, and even got the black tooth. With that done, we finally went back to the inn to relax and have dinner. “That was fun,” I told Bab as I fed her some food. “Yeah, I was terrified at first about the clothes,” Bab told me. “Ya, but you really started enjoying yourself there. And don't lie, I saw the smile you had trying on the clothes.” I told her, and she gave a slight blush. “Fine yes I liked it. I liked feeling normal for once,” Bab said as she took a bite out of the spoon I was holding for her. “So what do you say?” I asked her. She just gave me a puzzled look. “I found the job, and you enjoyed it.” “Ok, ok, thank you, daddy,” Bab said sarcastically, and we both started laughing. “Yeah, I still think of you as a sister,” I told her when we both stopped laughing. “I've meant to ask, what's your family like?” Bab asked me. “I'm an only child. Dad left while I was a kid, so it was mostly my mom and me,” I told her. “That sucks,” Bab replied. “Not really, yes there were hard times, but we got through them. Mom started dating, and one of her boyfriends had a daughter who I treated like a sister,” I explained before laying back on the bed. “Sadly they broke up, and I haven't seen her since.” Bab didn't say a word after hearing that. “Hey Bab, what about you?” I asked. “I don't want to talk about it,” she told me, not even bothering to look at me. “Ok, just know I'll be here when you're ready to talk,” I told her as I reached over and gave her hand a slight squeeze. She didn't say anything to me. Just got up, pulled her skirt down and crawled into the sleeping bag to go to sleep. “Good night,” I told her. “Good night,” she replied. *************************** The next day we meet back up with Fran, who already had the shop closed for us. “You're going to like this,” she said as she pulled out 7 different outfits. 5 casual, 1 for bed, and the last was for when we adventured. The casual outfits were a mixture of long skirts, pants, shirts, a long dress, socks, and a few hair accessories. Next was the sleepwear, a big pink footie pajama with a weird looking black design over it and a flap on the butt. “You will look so cute in these, and the footie will keep you nice and warm at night!” Fran told Bab with excitement. I was quite amazed at how everything looked. And everything was designed with Bab’s diaper in mind, comfortably concealing it. Fran then took Bab into the back room and asked me to wait and see what the adventure outfit looked like. I could hear a bit of a struggle behind the curtain and was really hoping this worked out. “Introducing the latest in young teen adventure fashion, BAB!” Fran announced before pulling the curtain away and having Bab walk onto the platform. At first glance, it just looked like jeans, a t-shirt, with a jacket and some boots. But upon looking a bit closer, you notice the extra padding in the pants and jacket for additional protection. The boots looked like regular hiking boots and would work great for the amount of walking we’ll have to do. The t-shirt, on the other hand, seemed a like a regular shirt. Except there was something different about this one… “Are you wearing a padded bra?” I asked. It was here I learned something, her magick might not hurt me, but a boot to the nuts would drop me to my knees quickly. “The outfit has been well equipped with defensive buffs, just like you asked. And yes, that is a bra, and it has special magic items to help with the defenses,” Fran told me. “That's…...good…..” I choked out, still on my knees holding myself. After a few minutes, I was finally able to stand back up and proceeded to get out my money. “I'm sorry if this isn't enough, but if we could, I would like to pay the outfit off in payments if that's alright with you,” I told Fran and pulled out the gold coins. “Wait, this outfit cost more than 4 gold!?” Bab asked, stunned. But yes: it was lined with magic. Her defenses had jumped up a lot. “Oh, put that away; I have a different payment in mind,” Fran told us and looked at Bab. “Come back here and model for me again a few more times, and we'll call it even.” “Wait, but the outfit was custom made, and has magic in it. That's worth nearly 10 gold!” I exclaimed. “Yes, 8 gold to be precise, but let me tell you both something. You gave me a challenge yesterday. In comes a girl who has to try and hide a diaper under her clothes, when none are made for that. When you get as good at your job as I am, then you start to look forward to jobs like that,” Fran told us. So we made a deal. Bab would come in and model for Fran whenever she could while we were staying here. With Bab's new outfit, we were now one step closer to our goal. And I no longer had to worry so much about her getting hurt out there. Alexander March Stats- lv7 HP-69 (+4) Attack-29 (+3) Defence-26 (+5) Speed-33 (+2) Regen-7 (+1) Manna-27 class-hunter Skills-hunter eyes. Weapons-sword (D) (ability: groth) Element-ice partner-Bab Ados Stats- lv16 HP-45 (+20) Attack-8 Defence-8 (+40) Speed-7 (+9) Regen-9 (+3) Manna-149 class-mage Skills-potion maker Weapons-none Element-lightning Money ---- gold 4) silver 0) bronze 80) copper 0) *************** “Oh and Alex, I'm not yet finished with that special order yet, but I will have it for you soon” Fran whispered in my ear while Bab was getting changed. “Thank you, that will be a great help later,” I told her with a smile.

Quinn looked at Zuri and nodded a little, "I'm still a big girl though." replied Quinn slightly unsure right now despite Zuri's comment about training wheels. Quinn's bottom lip begin to quiver when Zuri asked about the thing that she didn't want to talk about at all because of how embarrassed it made her feel yet Quinn could not pull away from Zuri at all she felt completely submissive towards her, "I didn't go home when I should of," whimpered Quinn softly, "there was a party and I got invited," paused Quinn, "and I never really get invited to anything but Grandma said no cause it could be dangerous for me and that I wasn't ready to go to any grown up parties," whimpered Quinn, "so I went and got drunk," paused Quinn feeling really bad and guilty, "I didn't get back till eleven," she sighed, "in the morning," paused Quinn embarrassed her face going a deep shade of red, "I had a bigger accident than normal..." Quinn looked away from Zuri trying her best to not cry, "I messed myself." admitted Quinn quietly. Quinn thought about her mom and what Zuri said. Her mom was pretty cool and they had a close bond together despite their personalities. Her mom was more out going than her and a social butterfly. She still slipped up every once in a while and called her Mommy despite being fourteen even in front of others. "I miss my Mommy." admitted Quinn quietly emotions swirling around inside her, "I want my Mama." whispered Quinn yet no tears fell at all despite the heaviness to her voice and the brightness in her eyes. Why couldn't she cry? Was there something wrong with her? She could cry easily in regard to everything else except her mother. Was she scared that maybe if she did cry then she wouldn't be able to stop? Or would it become real that her Mommy was dead and she was left with her grandmother alone and abandoned because her father couldn't deal with the loss at all?

I charge in and tackle Lenny pinning him in a submission hold. I may not exactly be Hulk Hogan, but I’ve been training for the past two weeks straight. And as it turns out in a superhuman slug fest two weeks training is the deciding factor. I watch Freidrick and Eloisa come running up with Samuel; carrying a first aid kit and a I shit you not, honest to God straightjacket. Samuel pulls out a syringe and it’s bedtime for the undead murder machine. We get the jacket on it and load it into the car. Boy that must have been quite the site. Another car pulls up for the family and we head for a safe house ending round one.

I charge in laying down covering fire, stun blasts impacting the building as I shoulder check the door the rest of the way off it’s hinges. Leeny boy coming at me with that butcher knife, cliché much? I grab his wrist twist and soon the SOBs on his knees, arm cranked around behind as I continue the exorcism. Placing my palm on his forehead. “By the authority invested unto me by the Powers, by the authority of my ascension, by my will. I do command and compel thee.” A second rebound hits me, sending me into the wall hard enough to crack the sheetrock leaving a roughly me sized hole. Lily comes into back me up. “Hecate, Wayfarer, Path Finder Mistress of the Thresholds we all must cross Goddess of the Triple Crossroads where destiny meets choice Keeper of wisdom, teacher of the wise Destroyer of illusion and Guardian of the Gates Hail, Owl-eye Goddess of Magick and the roads of Mystery! I Your Priestess do beseech and call upon thine blessing.” And ducks just in time to avoid being brained by a flying lamp. It’s now Samuel’s turn at bat…. “Princeps gloriosissime caelestis exercitus, Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio adversus principes potestates principes autem adversus mundi rectores tenebrarum harum, contra spiritualia nequitiæ, in excelsis”. And crap Samuel goes down. Lamp 1, reaper 0.

May I use the potty? Yes, thank you...pees pants and says, "Please continue."

Wow, thanks for bringing this back. Great reading.

I thank youboo for bringing this story back to the board. I recall what has been postaced so far, but am enjoying the tripdown memory lane. Please bring it back as yourhealth and great writing skills allow, and we, your fans will be waiting.

It would be a great Plot twist, when this serum is fake and Rebel is actually Naomi and she only pretends to be under Sabrina's control (in assumption that she uses it against her) to trap Sabrina and make her wear diapers.

As the weeks passed, I got some Sunday assignments. I still was covering the daily masses, but Mike came to me and said I had a new trainee and I should put him through the paces as Mike had done for me. I felt honored to be teaching someone else. Jim arrived the next morning. I walked him through getting things ready. I let him work the candle lighter and all. I told him to follow along with me during the actual mass. On the second day, I let him take the lead standing close to him to advise. It took him a few days, but finally, I was able to stand back completely while he served the mass. This gave me the opportunity to watch the nuns. Could I make out the diapers under their habits? I was more and more sure that they were wetting themselves at communion. By the end of the week, Jim was getting the sanctuary ready while I lingered behind to put my purificator on. A nun came in the vestry. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were out front.” “No problem, that’s Jim, my trainee. Are you hear to pick up the diapers?” She nodded. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course,” the nun said. “Do the nuns wet at the moment they are receiving communion?” She smiled. “ You’ve noticed that?” “Well, I’m wearing a diaper, too, you know. I just wanted to confirm.” “Yes, we all aspire to wet or mess ourselves at the moment we receive the living God. It makes us closer to Jesus.” I thought it was weird, but I just nodded. She took the bag of diapers and left. I called Mike and told him that Jim was ready for his checkride. We sat together in the congregation and watched him perform. Afterward, we took him back to the vestry and gave him his medal of the order and introduced him to the purificator magnum. Afterward, Mike shook my hand. You did well. You may be our youngest person to be nominated to be a knight yet. I beamed. Me, a knight.

Mike's traumatic day is only just starting as he is dressed to suit his new status. He is taken through to the new place where he swiftly learns the new order of things. --- The following part of the story has been available on my Patreon for the last week and for just $5 a month you can read every public post I make one week before everyone else (I post a 2000+ word update every four days) and for $10 a month you get early access plus exclusive Patreon only stories. 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Diana moved behind the guard, presumably for her safety, and Mike kept the table between himself and the guard who was slowly walking around looking for an opening. Whether it was planned or not Mike would never know but when he had his back to the door he had walked through, it suddenly flew open and three more equally burly guards burst in the room. Before Mike could even register what was happening he had been talked to the ground. He landed with a thud that dazed him as the guards piled on to him. “Argh!” Mike let out a high-pitched squeal as he suddenly felt a knee impact him directly in his testicles. Mike didn’t know if it was aimed or not but following the low blow he was unable to resist any further. The guards slowly lifted him off the floor as he continued to whimper, he was placed back on to the changing table but this time his arms were held to the side of his chest and heavily strapped down. Tears fell from Mike’s eyes as he looked around at the menacing guards standing around him. Diana looked tiny in contrast to the huge men and she stepped back towards the changing table. “I was really hoping you would be smarter than this.” Diana sighed as she placed the diaper down on the table again. She shook her head sadly, “I will have to put all this in your records I’m afraid.” Mike could do nothing as his knees were lifted up once again. With his arms and chest bound he was completely unable to fight off the humiliation that was coming his way. He couldn’t even cry out for help thanks to the large rubber pacifier filling his mouth. The diaper was slid underneath Mike’s rear and his legs were set back on the table. He sobbed as the front of the diaper was pulled up and over his crotch. His still-aching genitals were pressed against his body by the tight padding that was quickly taped closed. Every movement of Mike’s legs or hips produced crinkles that echoed around the room. The diaper was loud and even though Mike couldn’t bend his neck to look down at it he could feel it pushing his legs apart. It felt like the diaper was designed to be as obvious as possible in as many ways as possible. “You truly are making this harder than it needs to be, Michelle.” Diana said with a shake of her head, “Don’t you want to be a pretty little girl? Don’t you want to be a good baby for us?” Mike was already crying his eyes out now and he furiously but uselessly shook his head in denial. Were these people insane? Of course he didn’t want to be a little girl! “We can do this next bit in one of two ways…” Diana said as she waved the guards to move back. She walked around the table so that she was closer to Mike’s head, “Either you cooperate and we can get this nastiness over with or you can try to resist again.” Mike looked up at Diana through the tears to try and make out whether or not this was a real choice. Seeing the muscle-bound guards around him suggested to Mike that resistance would be futile. “If you choose to resist you will find that these lovely gentleman around you are armed with Tasers.” Diana gestured to the guards, “One way or another this next part of the process will happen and you can save yourself a lot of pain by just going along with it. I’ll even take your pacifier off, OK?” Mike watched as Diana leaned in and slowly released the pacifier. She pulled it out of Mike’s mouth and for a second there was a long string of drool that linked him to the rubber bulb. He didn’t immediately say anything and focused on getting his crying under control. Diana nodded at a couple of the guards and they stepped forward to very slowly begin undoing the straps that were holding Mike down. Mike made sure to lay as still as possible, he hated everything about this but he didn’t think this was a battle he could win. “I know I did wrong.” Mike quietly sobbed to Diana who was still over him, “Please, I’m so sorry, I will do anything you want but please not this.” “Sweetie, it’s too late for that.” Diana said gently, “You have to serve your time and this has been decided by the courts to be your sentence.” “Can’t I appeal?” Mike asked desperately. “You waived your rights to appeal when you signed the documents to come here.” Diana replied. When the last strap was undone Diana helped push the bruised Mike into a sitting position. Mike looked down at his crotch and shook his head, he still couldn’t believe this was happening. He wanted to rip the diaper off and shove it down Diana’s throat but he knew that if he made a sudden move like that he would be on the floor again. He had to control himself. “Now we have to get you dressed.” Diana continued as she walked around the table. Mike watched her walk to a set of doors that was built into the wall. They were fairly non-descript, they didn’t stand out at all until Diana brought Mike’s attention to it. When the doors were opened Mike could see that behind the doors was a walk-in closet and his eyes were immediately drawn to clothes hanging on the rail. Bright colours were everywhere, it seemed like every colour under the sun was represented but pink and yellow definitely dominated. Mike’s jaw dropped open as he considered that these clothes were for him, he was expected to wear this stuff. From behind Mike a small giggle broke the silence. The young man turned around to see one of the guards struggling to keep a straight face and his laughter seemed to be infectious. Mike blushed red and looked down at the floor as he realised that he was being made fun of. He couldn’t blame people for laughing at him, if he had been anyone else in the room he would be laughing at the diapered man too. “I think this would be good for your first day.” Diana eventually said, “Something a little simple just to get you started.” Mike’s attention was brought back to Diana and the closet full of girl’s clothes. He couldn’t yet see what she was pulling out but Mike doubted it would be anything he would like. Mike closed his eyes and thought back to Al, he would have given anything to be back with the only person he had seen in the last couple of days that was even remotely friendly. Diana turned away from the closet with some clothes that she held out for Mike to look at. She always enjoyed watching new people’s reactions, it was always so adorable how much they blushed. “I... I can’t…” Mike’s throat felt like it was constricted and he could barely speak. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Diana said with a big smile. Mike could feel tears in his eyes again as he looked at the dress in horror. It was mostly white with pink seams, the shoulder areas were also pink and also ringed with frills. The bottom of the dress was also hemmed with pink frilly material and it ballooned out wildly even whilst it was still on the hanger. On the font of the dress over where the two breasts would have been if this had been going on a girl there were two little pink ribbons that were tied in bows and stitched on. “Arms up.” Diana ordered as she walked over to Mike and took the dress off the hanger. “But… But…” Mike was torn between hopelessness, humiliation and anger. The room was still ringed with guards and Mike was no less trapped in the bowels of the foreboding building. He couldn’t believe he would be expected to put a dress on but since he was already in a diaper it probably shouldn’t have surprised him. He pictured his mom at home and wondered how much she knew what was happening, what would she say if she could see him now? Mike hesitantly lifted his arms as he sobbed lightly. He felt exhausted after the last couple of days and his ability to resist was being crushed out of him by this oppressive institution. Before Mike had a chance to really think about what he was doing, the dress was pulled over him and he felt it’s silky smooth fabric slide down over his body. His cheeks were pinker than his new clothing and he sniffed loudly as the dress passed by his face. Maybe his imagination was playing tricks on him but he was sure he could smell perfume of some kind. The dress was pulled down until it settled neatly on his shoulders. The fit was remarkably good but that did nothing to make it nicer to wear. The way it puffed out at the waist was strange, having bare legs felt wrong and he was certain that everyone would see the diaper underneath. Mike reached down almost subconsciously and underneath the flared material he could feel the diaper still on display. “It’s a great fit!” Diana proclaimed happily. “Please…” Mike whispered, “Don’t make me wear this. I’ve learnt my lesson, honestly I have.” “But if you aren’t wearing your pretty little dress you would be underdressed in front of all your new friends.” Diana countered. “Huh?” Mike looked at her with a confused expression. Diana nodded her head to suggest Mike follow her. The door at the other end of the changing room was opened with an electronic lock and Diana led the way through. What Mike saw on the other side of the door took his breath away, he almost collapsed in shock as he surveyed the room in front of him with wide eyes. “Oh my God.” Mike exclaimed breathlessly. In front of Mike was a large room that looked almost exactly like a nursery. There were changing tables, play pens, toys and everything else scattered around the room. It would have looked exactly like a regular infant’s nursery if it wasn’t for the dozen or so adults crawling around in feminine clothing and diapers. “Your new playmates.” Diana said as she indicated the room at large. Mike couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t believe how complete all this baby stuff was, it looked, sounded like and smelt like a baby’s nursery and he was about to be locked in it with all these other men who were dressed like little girls. Mike did the only thing he could think of as his emotions finally overflowed. His slow sobbing became screaming cries as tears cascaded down his cheeks and he shook his head in denial at where he was. His legs gave way and he fell on to his padded rear as he loudly wailed. The sound of a door closing behind him caused Mike to turn and see that Diana had left with the guards. He was all alone with these strangers and he suddenly felt more afraid than ever before. As he hit the ground in frustration he saw the women in nurse uniforms dotted around the room turned to look at him. A few approached him as he sat uselessly on the floor. He didn’t know what was going to happen next but he knew that he would never be the same when it was all said and done. Mike didn’t want any of the people crawling or waddling towards him to get too close. He felt his dress lifting up around him and the diaper he was wearing crinkled loudly. He felt so thoroughly overwhelmed by everything that he was seeing that he couldn’t get his emotions under control. He scooted backwards against the now closed door, despite everything he wished Diana would come back. “Stay away from me!” Mike shouted at some of the nearer people. All of these people dressed as baby girls were clearly adult men. Some seemed to be smiling and crawling forward with curiosity but there were many others around the room who looked over but didn’t move, they looked a lot surlier. “New fweind!” Lisped a man who looked to be in his forties around a pacifier in his mouth. He was wearing light blue overalls over a yellow shirt and his hair was pulled into pigtails. Mike whimpered and recoiled as if this older man was carrying some horribly contagious disease. As he got closer he climbed up to his feet and waddled towards Mike with his arms outstretched as if trying to hug him. Mike used the door behind him to climb to his feet and when the man got too close he shoved him with all the strength his slight frame could muster. The man stumbled backwards and then, with his arms spinning like windmills, he fell backwards on to his clearly padded rear. There was a sudden hush amongst everyone who stopped crawling towards Mike. The man Mike pushed looked around and snivelled before bursting into loud tears much like Mike had a minute before. “No, no, no!” A nearby nurse shouted as she hurried over, “Bad baby!” Mike didn’t know what was happening but he saw a tall woman hurrying over to him and lifting him forcefully to his feet. The nurse took Mike’s hand with one of her own and grabbed the folder that Diana had left with the other. As Mike was pulled away from the doorway he saw another nurse hurrying over to the person Mike had pushed. She started hugging him and telling him everything would be alright. Mike was watching with wide-eyed fear as he was pulled away from the scene and into the middle of the nursery. “W-What’s happening?” Mike snivelled as he rubbed his eyes. “Quiet, little girl.” The nurse said, “This is a fine way of saying hello to your new friends.” “I’m… I’m not a girl…” Mike whined. “Is that right?” The nurse let go of Mike’s wrist and opened the folder, “Michelle? Fitting name for a sissy like you.” “My name is Mike!” Mike shouted in response. He felt ridiculous in these clothes but he tried to be as masculine as he could be. “I can see we will have some real training to do with you.” The nurse said, “Luckily I like a challenge!” Mike was pulled to a chair in the centre of the room. The chair had restraints all over it and looked very customisable, as if the chair could be adjusted into any kind of seat it needed to be. The nurse sat down on the chair in front of Mike and the young man could see her nametag for the first time, her name was Emma. “Normally we like to ease people in to their new lives but I see you will need more advanced treatment.” Emma’s stern face made Mike shiver. “Listen, there must be some kind of mistake…” Mike started desperately. He still couldn’t believe what was happening. Mike’s wrist was yanked suddenly forward and he stumbled across Emma’s lap. He looked around to see a lot of eyes watching him and he kicked his legs out in desperation. He felt Emma leaning on his back with her body and he realised what was about to happen just before it did. “No!” Mike exclaimed. Emma’s hand reared back and then flew forwards and against Mike’s padded ass causing the young man to let out a little yelp. The diaper absorbed most of the blow but the humiliation was very effective. The hand went back again and Mike had a second of contemplation before he was hit again. He let out another yelp as he was forced to take his spanking as if he really were a little sissy girl. “Please stop!” Mike yelled as he tried to preserve a little dignity. He looked around the room and could see all eyes were turned his way and he felt beyond embarrassed to be in this position. Again and again Mike’s padded bottom reverberated with another spank. He could feel his butt getting warm and he started kicking his legs in an attempt to free himself, he could feel his composure slipping and he began to snivel again. Mike kept expecting the punishment to end but it seemed to go on and on. It seemed like Emma had great stamina as each hit registered with the same force of the last. His eyes teared up and after a particularly hard smack he felt himself start sobbing again. His legs kicked wildly but he was stuck fast and that just made him cry harder. He gave up all pretence of being an adult and cried loudly as his bottom stung with more punishment. Finally, after what felt like dozens of spanks, Mike felt the hand stop and rest against his rear end. There was a moment of peace as Mike slowly calmed down, he could feel Emma gently rubbing the outside of his plastic diaper and he started to calm down. His face was a deep red and his tears and snot made him feel like a little child who had just finished a tantrum. “Alexa, show Michelle to her room.” Emma said after a minute of rubbing. Mike was still too teary-eyed as the nurse named Alexa came over to him and Emma. Mike saw slowly pushed by Emma and he fell down on to his knees pathetically. “Get up.” Alexa commanded. Her voice had a distinct Eastern European accent. Mike just stayed where he was on his hands and knees. One of his hands moved round to his bottom and he sobbed quietly, he was acutely aware that everyone else in the room was still staring at him in silence. He realised he had put on quite the show from them all. “Get up!” Alexa said a little louder. Mike still couldn’t get to grips with everything that was happening. Just forty-eight hours ago he had been a normal young adult out in the real world and now he was a snivelling wreck on the floor of some weird nursery. He thought about his mom and wished she would come save him.

My biggest fantasy is to wear someone else’s freshly pooed nappy, the poo still warm

I love a wet diaper but when I change into a dry diaper, it's so nice and comfortable so I can't choose between fresh dry diaper and wet diaper. They both feel good to me.

I don't think I ever wanted to be out of diapers, but I didn't start wearing until I was 17 and bought my own. However, around 8 my cousin was being potty trained. She wore those nice thick cloth training pants. At first she had frequent wetting and pooping accidents. Seeing her fill her pants gave me the idea to just go in my .undies. They weren't diapers, but I pretended they were training pants, like my cousin wore.