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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Sabrina jumped slightly when the door opened in and a slender man in a pinstripe suit - white on charcoal grey - and a blue shirt with a red tie stepped into the room, taking a seat opposite Naomi. "Naomi," he began warmly, completely ignoring Sabrina. "So good to see you." His accent was thick, obviously from the eastern end of the island - easterners had such sticks up their butts. Sabrina couldn't help but make a face at his accent, she'd never met a easterner she liked. "James, it's lovely to see you," she greeted the new man, James, just as pleasantly, shaking his hand. "I hope the trip out was alright. How's Stephen doing? Well, I hope. You mentioned last we met that he was starting up an online newspaper company. How did that work out?" "He's doing quite well, though his paper isn't," James shook his head. "I told him he was being foolish, that trying to resurrect that outdated mode of sharing information - nobody cares about newspapers, haven't for ages. The adorable idiot swore that he was going to succeed on the quaint nature of the whole thing, it was dismal." He laughed, a harsh sound and Sabrina focused on holding still. Naomi wasn't looking at her, she was being outright ignored by both Amazons. "He wasted a good deal of money on that venture, but I didn't marry him for his business acumen, after all. Remind me to tell you his newest hobby before we're done, you won't even believe it. No, as you and I both know, the money is in Littles. How is your nightclub experiment going? Are you actually getting Little business? My end is going quite well - the restaurant we discussed, the one staffed entirely by Littles... business is booming. No one can have an Allemagne Little, so everyone wants one, it's human nature. So you give them a place where they can look at them, covet them, bounce them on a knee for a fee... it's brilliant. Has it worked for your club?" "I honestly haven't implemented it there yet," Naomi shook her head. "I'm glad to hear that it's working out well over there. Your staff really seems to like it well enough too, by the reports. So long as there's a good paycheck involved, that is. The problem is things are more tense over here on the west side of the island. The segregation is getting worse and I'm having trouble keeping Little workers. Most of them get too offended at the very first time anyone calls them cute or they are given a lecture. It's a little ridiculous, honestly. Getting ideas too big for their little bodies, really. There's no reason that we all can't work together in peace and gain advantage from our various strengths. Littles utilizing their cuteness is a wonderful way to help them gain an appreciation in our society. But they're too stubborn and prideful for that here." The server slipped into the room during their conversation. The two paused to place their drink orders - Naomi was apparently having a lemonade, and Sabrina learned that she was getting grape juice. Great. "I don't think I properly introduced you, James," Naomi gestured to Sabrina, securely fastened in the chair. She hadn't made a sound the entire conversation, as instructed. "I'd like for you to meet Brie, my Little." James turned to look at Sabrina with a smile she could only describe as malicious. "She's a Native, isn't she?" Sabrina felt a chill as his eyes lingered on her, she didn't understand how kind, mostly progressive Naomi could have dealings with anyone like this! "Allemagne Littles are the most precious things, aren't they." Sabrina only looked at James helplessly. She didn't dare speak, and she couldn't wave at him as she had with the man at the front... her hands were bound beneath the tray. "They are," Naomi agreed, stroking Sabrina's cheek again. Suddenly, the straps around her wrists and ankles felt too tight. Naomi turned her attention back to James. "I'd love to hear about this new venture of his. I'm sorry the newspaper fell through. It was an endearing idea, I suppose." "Stephen," James' voice held a little too much derision for Sabrina's comfort - he was discussing his married partner, she assumed, "is obsessed with this 'AmzDom' garbage." Sabrina flinched at this. "He's convinced there's a market, just because he is submissive to me, he thinks that it's possible that there are actually Amazons who want to belong to Littles. It's absolute rubbish. And it's that damned author, Naomi... that stupid book and those awful websites." "I'm aware of them," Naomi said, nodding. Sabrina's pulse quickened. "So Stephen is really interested in that? I don't quite see why. He loves you and you're certainly not a Little. Besides, submitting to another Amazon partner is one thing, submitting to a Little is quite another. Oh, I'm not saying that there's no possible way anyone could have an interest in it, seems like there's at least one person into something odd or new these days, but a whole bunch? Enough to start a business around? I'm afraid even if Amazons were into it, even just as a joke, you couldn't find enough truly dominant Littles that wouldn't be terrified when faced with the situation. I don't know. Who am I to judge? I just don't see it as quite as popular as Stephen might be hoping." "That's precisely my point! He has no interest in a Little partner, but he's convinced that because these communities exist, there must be some number of actual Amazons lurking in them, and he's convinced that he can market products to both of them. He took my 'sex sells' speech entirely too much to heart. But just like he didn't listen to me about his stupid newspaper, he's not going to listen to me on this, and he'll waste another hundred thousand because he is so sure that he's got the right idea this time." James sighed deeply, "And it's all drivel. The writing is dreadful, I catch him reading them from time to time, 'product research' he calls it. The fact that they got a book of the garbage published at all is awful. And that LittleDomme, I swear she's a ringleader of some kind, but her work is terrible. The characters are unbelievable, the plots are ridiculous and-" Sabrina felt her blood boil and without thinking, she spat the pacifier out, the taste of anger on her lips and tongue - she couldn't take it anymore. It was bad enough listening to the both of them badmouth Littles in general, now they were attacking her fondest desires, the thing that brought her the most pleasure in life, and a hobby she had invested years into... her beloved stories. "Hey!" Sabrina snapped as the pacifier hit the tray, "I worked really hard on those! Nobody's over here insulting your passion, your dreams. I poured everything I had into those stories, you big assho... " she trailed off as both pairs of Amazon eyes were on her, and fear flooded her body once again. The room was dead silent except for the soft hiss coming from her diaper. "What did we talk about before we came here, Brie?" Naomi growled, her eyes narrowing. "I gave you one rule. Just one. One simple task, and I honestly believed that you were capable of being a good enough girl to follow it. So perhaps you need to spend the rest of this evening gagged and you can have a bottle of formula for dinner when we get home, because I'm too cross to nurse you tonight, that's for sure." She paused for a moment, fuming, letting her threat sink in. "You're going to apologize to Mr. Anderson right now for your outburst, for your naughty words, and since you've so happily outed yourself, for the stories you've written that have caused him so much grief over the past while. Go on, now, before you see how angry mommy can really get." James looked positively giddy in a disturbingly sharklike way, his grin was tooth-filled and ear-to-ear as Sabrina visibly wilted. Tears well up in her eyes as she turned to James. She had a hard choice to make: defend what tiny shred of dignity she had left, or apologize for adding what beauty she could to the world, for empowering Littles and trying to show that not every Little had to cower before their oppressors... but she also knew that if she didn't comply perfectly, she might end up restrained tonight and ruin her escape. "I'm sorry Mr. Anderson," Sabrina said sadly, sounding defeated. "I'm sorry I spoke without being spoken to, I'm sorry I said naughty words, and I'm really sorry... that I... " she sniffled, it was so hard to get those words to come, "that I wrote the stories that caused you grief. I shouldn't have... and I'm sorry." Naomi picked the pacifier up from the tray and shoved it back between her lips. Sabrina could only hang her head. "Naomi Alexis," James' voice was as predatory as his smile, "I'm almost mad at you for not telling me. You caught the LittleDomme? How did you even find out who she was?" he turned his attention back to the Little. "Oh, you little brat, you rotten little beast, do you have any idea how many feathers you ruffled with your silly message board? I've had to fire three Littles for quoting your stories on the job. I can't let my restaurant get a reputation for promoting your perverse ideas. Oh how the mighty have fallen," he laughed his harsh laugh again, "Not so dominant now, are you? How's it feel being owned like a Little should. I do hope you keep her on a leash, Naomi - it's one of her favorite fantasies." As his ire washed over her directly, she couldn't take it any more, by the time he mentioned the leash, she was bawling outright, hanging limp in the bonds of the chair. "Sabrina Weber, actually," Naomi nodded. "And it wasn't so hard to put the puzzle pieces together. I'd checked out the site when one of my employees mentioned it because I was amused and curious. Well not two days later, this Little girl shows up at the club in a dress so mature and elegant, I didn't even know they made clothes like it in her size. She was celebrating the publishing of that book with her name in it and we got talking. My Little girl has no memory of it, she had more than a little bit too much to drink, but I'd wanted her from that very first moment that she smiled at me. I looked the book up, recognized the writing style - it's like a fingerprint with writers. I wouldn't have needed to figure it out to want her, but it did make the hunt all the more amusing. "Hush, Brie," Naomi's voice was softer, but far from soothing as she removed the tray and unbuckled Sabrina from the chair, lifting her and holding her close. "it's okay, baby. I know, I know. I know you're sorry and that you're sad. It's been hard. But it's okay, there's no need to cry. I'm not mad at you, honey. You apologized, you're a good girl, I forgive you. I don't agree with a lot of the content, but your writing is beautiful, Brie, it really is. That story you wrote this morning, mommy loved it. That was a genuine and heartfelt piece of literature. Please don't cry baby, it's okay." James was shocked by the revelation. Two birds with one stone, the ringleader of the AmzDom boards and the subversive author/editor Sabrina Weber. Naomi was truly a force to be reckoned with. He had so many questions - how had she gotten the permit, how had she captured the girl, what was this new story that she actually liked? But he had known Naomi long enough not to interrupt her compassion with his bluntness, it never ended well. So he just watched, that smile never leaving his face, and he waited. Sabrina's emotions felt completely out of control, she couldn't stop crying, and as Naomi patted her diapered bottom rhythmically, trying to soothe her as she held her close, she felt incredibly helpless... she sniffled, her sobs slowing down, and she focused on Rachel... who did want to submit, who would rescue her, and they could live happily ever after. "We're going to franchise, Naomi," James said quietly after a long moment, "I've scouted three locations, I have buyers with capital, but seeing as how you're a 50% owner of The Littlest Diner, I need you to review the plans - there's little direct risk to us, the franchisees are all providing initial capital, the only risk is if they do a bad job, they could tank the original restaurant. But... if this works, we could be moving west, and then possibly to other islands." "The first restaurant is stable, yes?" Naomi answered after a long moment of silence, obviously distracted by Sabrina's tears. "You could leave it with a manager for a while? Start small. Expand to one new location, run it yourself, get it up and running smoothly before you train a manager and leave them to their devices. I think there's a secure enough reputation and set of regulars to the original that it should be at no real risk, but it's better safe than sorry. Let the new place run for at least three months on its own. If it's turning a proper profit, then we'll expand again into a few more locations, make it gradual. I would come out there too and run one while you the other so we're expanding more, but unfortunately, I'm between suppliers at the club at the moment and have to get some more kinks ironed out there first. But hopefully in the next year the club will be more stable and Brie here will be better settled and we can come out for a few months and help get more restaurants started." "I figured you’d say that," James shook his head. Naomi was conservative when it came to business. Lower risk, lower reward - but she was successful. If she had thought the idea was outright awful, she would have called him on it. He pulled out an alternate set of paperwork. "This is the agreement for that, but you'll need to put up the fee for the land - the restaurant doesn't have enough capital on its own to expand yet. But I figured that would be your plan, Naomi." He smiled. "Take it home, read it over, have it couriered to me. You look like you've got other things on your mind. It was very nice meeting you, Sabrina Weber... or should I say Brie Alexis. I'm sure you'll be very happy in your new life, Naomi is one in a million and you're right where you belong." He smirked as Sabrina buried her face in Naomi's shoulder and squeezed the Amazon tightly. "Thank you, James," Naomi sighed. "It really means a lot. I'm sorry we didn't get to have that dinner. Stay, have your meal, and come by the club before you leave. We'll have to get together sometime soon, the three, well, I guess four of us now. It's been a while since I've seen Stephen. Perhaps I can help talk him out of this idea of his, or at least into a new one with better chances. I'm really sorry to bail like this. Brie and I are going through a little bit of a tough adjustment time. She's got a lot of big fears and feelings and is feeling a little insecure because of it all. I promise, next time you have my full and proper attention." "Of course," he smiled warmly. James might have been a shark and a shrewd businessman, but he had a soft spot for Naomi. "Come visit us at the restaurant soon, and send me that paperwork as soon as you can. And.. I'm glad you're happy Naomi, I can tell." He shook his head as she left. He didn't have any desire to keep a Little himself, neither did Stephen - after working with the brats every day, he knew for a fact he wouldn't want to come home to one. Sabrina clung to Naomi as they walked back to the car, the man at the podium waving and offering his goodbyes. As she was lowered back into the carseat, she stared into Naomi's eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Jump to Chapter 18!

Chapter 6. That night as we got ready for bed, Aunt Shirley diapered us, we both had just a tee shirt and diaper and plastic pants on nothing else. Aunt Shirley did this for several reasons main which was she could see if we wet before bed. Secondly we knew each others histories with bedwetting, we knew each other wore diapers, we shouldn't be embarrassed to see each other in one. The problem wasn't seeing each other it was we were both uncomfortable to be seen by each other, other than her parents and Aunt Shirley, Beckie had never been seen wearing a diaper since her friends quit wetting their beds some 5 years earlier, that was the same for Johnathon. One thing that they could both agree on was the other looked sexy in a diaper and plastic pants! Aunt Shirley laid out the ground rules. "You are not to remove your diapers, only me, unless I tell you to undress yourself for your shower in the morning. I only have the one bedroom other than my room, there are two twin beds you will be sleeping in the same room you stay in your bed Johnathon, and you stay in your bed Beckie! Johnathon respect Beckie enough to not try and do anything deviant! Beckie respect yourself enough to not let him do anything that you wouldn't let a date do to you, you've told me they see you as fridgid! Be fridgid to Johnathon! I will be checking on you two through the night, don't let me catch you two doing anything.... Sexual!" We were put into our beds. At first it was embarrasing, both the beds crinkled as we got in them from the plastic sheets that Aunt Shirley had put on them. Even though we knew the other wet the bed it still was embarrassing to be reminded that we needed protection for the mattress. Besides the diaper and plastic pants that we each wore, were evident enough. "Johnathon," said Beckie? "Yeah," said Johnathon. "If there was a boy that I ever wanted to sleep with, it would be you, I mean have sex with! I really like you Johnathon!" "I like you to Beckie, I respect you for saying it but if Aunt Shirley catches us doing anything, she will neuter me!" Beckie smiled, "I think your right she giggled!" Johnathon reached his arm out and took Beckie's hand. They fell asleep holding each others hand. That's how Aunt Shirley found them, well I never said they couldnt do that, she thought. I am so glad they are getting together. I knew they would be perfect for each other. Being a bedwetter in a non bedwetting society, how much of a chance did they have to find love? She checked her own diaper she knew first hand!

Beautiful payed me a visit and brought her granddaughter with her. The three younger girls hit it off, that was fine with me it left us old people by ourselves. We even sat in the loveseat. "Why did I say old people?" Thats what her granddaughter said, "Lets leave the old people by themselves," she said that to Yvette and Casidy. I never considered myself or Beautiful old! Thinking back to when l was 6 or 7 years I remember thinking anybody over 20 had one foot in the grave already. For some reason OLD has always been 20 years older than I currently am, 80 sounds old to me now, of course there are some mornings old is me! There is more popping and groaning and gruntting coming from me than a hundred year old. That doesnt include the farting that I use as jet propulsion that I need to get out of bed, as I race to the toilet to keep my diaper from leaking as its already past capacity. But I'm not old yet! At least that's what I keep telling myself! Trudy came and was all smiles. "What are you so happy about?" Asked Julia/ Beautiful, her grandmother? "These girls are just like me, they wear diapers 24/7!" "Well so do I said Beautiful, does that make me cool?" Trudy looked flabberghasted! "Its one thing to wear then and another to need them," Trudy said! This made Beautiful say, "But you need them at night!" Trudy blushed. I said "Yvette and Casidy need them at night as well." It dawned on Trudy, "How did you know my granda needs diapers?" "I told her our second date I showed up to find your grandmother crying, she had leaked and wet her dress that she was wearing, she thought I would hate her because of her incontinence." "You dont mind that she has a wetting problem?" Trudy asked? "The truth, I sometines need them at night myself, I had surgery to my groin area and it left me an occasional bedwetter." "So your perfect for gran then", said Trudy? "I hope that I am, I do love her immensly, and I know she loves me!" "I do, I do," said Julia! "Are you going to marry my grandma," asked Trudy? "Thats still yet to be determined we're still in the dating phase, I said. "I hope you do, I can tell she loves you, and you love her as well. I love what you call her Beautiful, it fits," said Trudy. "You have my blessing!"

The tournament doesn't start until tomorrow evening but we do already have some interesting (and rather bizarre) news! @PrincessTinklePants's Spain have fired their head coach on the eve of the tournament after he accepted an offer to join Real Madrid as head coach after the tournament, he will replace Zinedine Zidane after he surprisingly resigned following his third Champion's League win in a row. This means that at the very last moment Spain have appointed their sporting director and legendary defender Fernando Hierro to head coach for the world cup. They were amongst the favourites but will this sudden upheaval just days before their opening game of the tournament affect their chances? This is Elfy of Diapered Daily News bringing you the latest updates from the World Cup

So I got a bit of inspiration from my genetics textbook of all things and decided to draft this short mock paper exploring potential differences between the inhabitants of the diaper dimension. It's up to you if you want this to be cannon for your universe or not. Also I am not a specialist in any of the following areas. Just someone doing undergrad work in biology. Amazon’s v.s. Baseline v.s. Littles Anatomy, Physiology and Genetics Genetic and Chromosomal Differences: For unknown reasons Amazons tend to be Poly-X as the default. 3X in individuals with a Y chromosome and external gonads, 5X and internal gonads otherwise. Anatomical Differences: Besides the obvious, such as height, Amazons have greater muscle mass and bone density. One in six has an extra organ that combines functions of both the spleen and kidneys! The brains of Littles tend to be heavily myelinated and hyper connected compare to either Baselines or Amazon’s. It is generally believed by most neurologists and psychiatrists to be the source of their heightened intelligence and creativity. One of the most striking reproductive differences is that the vaginal canal of Littles can stretch and displace the lower internal organs which is a big part of the reason why members of all three subspecies can still have children together. Physiology/Biochemistry: Little’s tend to produce mitochondria in excess and have faster metabolisms overall which accounts for their heightened energy compared to Baselines and Amazon’s. Most believe this also accounts for their tendency to crave sweet foods. Because they burn glucose at a heightened rate they frequently experience paradoxical crashes exhibiting symptoms not unlike narcolepsy. This heightened glucose intake frequently leads to insulin insensitivity and all too often full-blown diabetes. Many speculate that this heightened metabolism is also responsible for early mortality and the heightened incidence of cancer and genetic disorders in Littles due to the high amount of oxygen anions and other radicals created as a byproduct. These are course known mutagens.

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That awesome moment when the people of Iceland decide its a good idea to adopt the mascot of a dragon during the football games.

57.) For somebody who'd given his adult fiancée an enema, spanked her, made her soil herself, and then diapered her again for the evening sleep, the next day was pretty normal. Frosty woke up first; she woke me up with breakfast, she was bubbly and giggly, and she coyly asked me for a change after she saw I was done eating. We were doing really well, better than we had in a long time. "Do you have plans today, little Frosty?" I had work soon. "Uh... yeah, I have work in a little bit." I had a lot to make up for. Ginger's office hadn't been in the best condition recently and I was so far behind on my paperwork from a few weeks back. But today I was determined to make my Mommy proud of me! "Change now, please?" I'd been in a soggy diaper most of the morning. I could have changed myself, but I didn't want to be presumptuous and cause more trouble. Plus, I liked when Remy changed me... it felt intimate. Right. Work. Because she was an adult. Yeah, I knew that. "Absolutely, come on," I took her by the hand, led her into the bedroom and lifted her up under the arms for the short trip up onto the bed. "Pull-ups or padding today, princess? You're working, and might get distracted, thats the only reason I'm asking." I pouted and crossed my arms, laying back on the bed. "Pull-ups! I'm not a baby!" Says the girl in the wet diaper. I shook my head, trying not to think about it. Yesterday was a wake up call... arguing, fighting, thinking I knew better... that wasn't who I wanted to be. I didn't want to be the girl bent over Daddy's lap in a messy diaper. I wanted to be good. "Alright, but if you have an accident you have to let Mommy know, alright? I'd like the three of us to go out for lunch today, so be good alright, and we'll go get pasta or something nice." I untaped her diaper, this one far less unpleasant than the one last night, and went about cleaning her up. Daddy drove me to work. Usually he left a lot earlier than I did, but his promotion had him starting promptly at nine. I liked that. More time together! I sat in the passenger seat and flipped between radio stations. We took the elevator together, but I got off a floor before him. Ginger's office was at the end of the hall. "Give Daddy a kiss," I leaned down and kissed her lips before the door opened. Though we were all alone and my calling myself Daddy didn't matter, I don't think I wouldn't have said anything different even if the elevator were full. "And remember to kiss Mommy good morning when you get there and let her know you're gonna be her good girl, alright?" I waved goodbye as the doors closed and went down the hall to Ginger's office. There was a man at the desk, talking to her about something. She didn't seem very happy. The man said something quietly, then left through the door I was entering. I watched him walk down the hall before stepping into Ginger's office. "Did I come at a bad time?" "Oh my lovely girl, no time is a good time when it comes to idiots, but no, you're fine. You look really pretty today, did you pick out that dress?" Ginger asked, knowing full well that even if she had, it would have only been at Remy's approval. "Oh, no, Da--" I hesitated and looked around, embarrassed. I'd almost called him Daddy at work! Gosh... "R-Remy picked it out..." Wow, his name felt weird to say... I guess because I'd called him Daddy all weekend? "Um... I should get to work?" I made my way into the little side-room. ”There’s a lot to do, but I know you can do it.” Ginger had some new files for her to listen to, things to help her with her new lifestyle adjustment, things to reinforce and nurture the ideas of Mommy and Daddy. ”Theres headphones in there for you. How’d things go when you got home?” "Oh, uh... fine." I certainly wouldn't tell her how things actually went. But I guess I could tell her the decision Remy and I had come to. Or rather, the decision he came to on his own. "He's okay if we... do things. Like... what happened yesterday." "Oh, I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable!" "N-no, no... I... um... not uncomfortable..." I ducked out of the office and into my tiny closet room, booting up the computer. Of course not uncomfortable, no no. That she could even focus on things when Ginger was in the room was impressive! "Make sure you put your headphones in, alright? I have a lot of testing to be done and Mommy needs to make up for lost time." I put my head next to the keyboard and watched the numbers blink away. And the next minute, Ginger was waking me up. I looked up at her, then l down at the stack of papers. I'd only gotten through three or four of them, and I still had a hundred to go! Ugh... "Sorry," I muttered. "I fell asleep..." ”It’s alright, girls your age need naps.” She ruffled Wendy’s hair and smiled. ”I’ve got a clean pull-up for you, so get changed. Mommy and Daddy are going out for lunch and we’re taking our favorite princess.” "Clean pull-up?" I looked up at her with confusion all over my face, but when I stood up from the chair, I realized what she meant. I was wet. I guess it was a good thing I wore these to work, huh? I never knew when I'd fall asleep. But how did she know I was in one? ”Here~” Ginger gave her the garment and leaned in close enough to feel the heat of Wendy’s blush. ”You are just so cute today, you know that? Good enough to eat, that’s what I say.” Which was an expression with a very different meaning now! Ginger kissed her quickly, on the nose, and turned to leave her be. "I... um..." But she shut the door behind her, leaving me alone in the oversized closet. I pouted and looked at the pull-up in my hands, decorated with little stars and butterflies. It was a different brand to my usual, but maybe the same maker? I couldn't believe I'd had an accident at work... but there was no use being upset about it now, was there? When I came back out into the main office, I looked no different than before, but I was much more comfortable in the dry pull-up.

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

“SHIT SHIT SHIT” I yell as some type of gorilla is chasing me through the woods. After getting away from the dinosaur I spent the last 12 hours doing some real training by fighting actual monsters. But the sword was running out of magic and I didn't want to waist the staff's spells. I figured now was as good a time as any to go back home. As I was peeing into the diaper, however, something attacked me from behind and flung me into a tree. Thankfully I just peed into the diaper and felt nothing, but I was shocked and confused for a moment I forgot to just take off the diaper to poof back home. Instead, I charged at the gorilla monster with my sword that bounced off it. “What?” I yelled as the gorilla hit me away again. That time it hurt. “Your sword is out of magic. I would advise retreating.” Pardie told me “R-right,”I say as I try to remove him. “The time to remove me has passed. I would recommend you run now.” Pardie told me. Which is how I ended up running away from the gorilla as fast as I could but its still pursuing me. What's worse is I can't think of a single spell to use while I'm running! I soon hear rushing river close by and it's getting louder. Before I know it, I'm standing at the foot of a waterfall with nowhere to go. I try to use my sword to defend myself, but the gorilla tackles me and sends us both over the waterfall. The impact of hitting the water knocked the wind out of my lungs and I didn't have a chance to breathe before I was pulled under the water by the drowning gorilla monster. Panicking, I kick the monster as hard as I could to have it let me go. When I do manage to get out of the gorilla's grasp I try to swim up as fast as I could. But it was too far. My lungs were screaming for air as my mouth opened and I sucked in water. My vision faded as I could see I was still too far from the surface, the last thing I saw, was a hand. ******** My eyes slowly open to a dimly lit room. illuminated by a small light source. I have no idea where I am as I look to my side and can barely make out some white bars? What? My body aches as I try to sit up but something is smothering my hands. When I look at them I see their mittens? Baby mittens? I force my body up and take a look at my hands. They both had baby mittens on? Taking a look around I can now see I'm in what looks like a giant nursery. I'm in a fucking crib! “MMMNPIN!” I yell but is muffled by a big baby pacifier in my mouth! It took a moment, but I was able to pull the damn thing out! “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” I yelled then looked around. “Pardie, tell me what happened!” But I heard nothing. I looked down and the “princess diaper” I was once waring was replaced by a plain white diaper. “What the!?” pardie was gone so am I in the real world? No, I still had my sissy dress on. But how is pardie gone! That's when I began to hear footsteps. They grew louder and louder until finally the door to the nursery opened. “You awake sweety?” a voice said before lights were turned on and momentarily blinded me. “Oh, you are! That's good.” I was trying to let my eyes adjust when suddenly something picked me up! “You are so lucky I saved you.” the voice said when I could finally see what was happening. Staring right at me, was a fucking giant! “What the hell!” I screamed and scared the giant enough to drop me! I landed on the floor with a loud thud but luckily it didn't hurt that much. “Oh! I'm so sorry baby!” the giant screamed as it tried to reach down to grab me. But I scrambled away and tried to get up and run but the thick diaper between my legs made that hard and I had to weirdly waddle away. I rushed as fast as I could out the open nursery door as the giant yelled behind me to come back and not be scared. It's a fucking giant and I look like a baby, Of course, I'm scared! It doesn't take a genius to know what's going to happen next! But I don't make it far past a hallway when I trip over my waddle and fall on my face. That's when the giant catches up and picks me up! “Its ok baby, you're safe. You're ok.” the giant was telling me as she tried to calm me down and cradle me. “IM NOT A BABY!” I scream at the giant as I start kicking and screaming at it. “Someone’s very fussy and scared.” the giant said as it effortlessly walked me into what looked like a kitchen and sat me down in a high chair. “HEY KNOCK IT OFF!” I yelled as I was buckled into the chair and a tray was placed in front of me. “Don't worry, ill find your momma or dada soon. I'm sure they're looking everywhere for there little girl.” the giant said as it turned away to do something. “IM NOT A FUCKING GIRL!” I yell at the giant and struggled with the chair but the mittens made that hard. “PARDIE! WHERE ARE YOU!” Soon the giant was back and I was able to get a good look at it. It was a female giant with long blue hair. Had she’s been human size, she would be a very thin and petite woman with small breasts. And weird purple eyes. Please tell me she won't try to breastfeed me... “I saw you be chased by a little monkey and fall into the water.” the giant said as she set a giant sippy cup onto the try before setting a cookie down. “It's a good thing I was there to rescue you and the monkey from drowning.” Well, at least I'm grateful I was saved, but fuck, that gorilla is still out there… The woman then removed the mittens from my hands and told me to enjoy the snack and she would be right back. Like hell, I'm getting out of here! As soon as she left I struggled with the buckle holding me in the chair as I was not used to one so big. But eventually, I got it unbuckled and tried to stand up. That was a bit of a struggle as the diaper around my bottom keeps getting in the way. That's when I finally remembered something. I'm not waring pardie, I CAN REMOVE THIS DIAPER! I pulled the tapes off and let the diaper fall onto the chair and made it so much easier to get out. Now while it was embarrassing as hell to run around without anything covering my private area, at least now I could get around easier. Being careful as to look out for the giant, I made my way through the house looking for any way out. But this place was built so weirdly I had no idea where I was going! Somehow, I wound up back in the nursery! Fuck! “Baby? BABY WHERE ARE YOU!” I heard the giant yell and knew it was only a matter of time before she caught up again! I rushed out and began running again. The entire house just felt so weird! There wasn't a window anywhere, and most of the walls seemed to made out of solid stone! Not only that, but they were covered in weird looking flowers everywhere. eventually, I wound up in the kitchen again! What is this place, a fucking circle!? “Come on out baby girl, I won't hurt you!” the giant call as I heard her get closer. I panicked as I tried to look for anywhere to hide! I saw an open door off to the side and ran into it and shut the door as much as possible without closing the door. The room I was in was small and dark and I couldn't see where I was. I was slowly stepping back as I tried not to make a sound but I wound up bumping into something. I honestly don't know what happened next as I felt something poor onto my head and I yelled out in surprise! The giant heard that and rushed over to yank open the pantry door and saw me without a diaper and now covered in flower. The giant gasped in surprise before re reached in and picked me up. “BAD BABY!” the giant yelled before slapping my bare ass and caused me to yelp! “You shouldn't be running around without your diaper.” “I'm not a baby!” I yelled again but was ignored as the giant filled up a sink full of warm water and started undressing me. HOW!? I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TAKE THIS FUCKING OUTFIT OFF FOR MONTHS! I was then placed into the warm water as the giant took a wet rag and began scrubbing me all over. It was as I was being scrubbed, I finally noticed 2 very strange things that caused me to scream out in terror! The first, after the giant had scrubbed my surprisingly sensitive chest, I noticed my chest seemed to be slightly “puffy” for lack of a better term. It took a moment, but I finally realized I was growing fucking BREASTS! Then, the giant laid me on a towel on the counter to help lift up my leg and scrubbed my bottom and get the flower out of my crack, how it ended up there, I would never know. But it was as I was lifted up, I took notice of my dick, or what was left of it! Now I won't say I had the biggest dick, just average. But now, it looked like it shrunk to half its size! As I was screaming, a pink flash caught my eyes as Pardie the magic diaper flew right to me and attached itself to my raised bottom. “What the!” the giant let out startled. I didn't even bother asking questions as I peed anything I had into the diaper and yanked off the tabs to disappear in a puff of smoke. Back in my own room I immediately tore off Pardie and my clothes to look at my naked body. It looked perfectly normal. My chest didn't have breasts and my dick was back to normal. I then grabbed Pardie and slammed it into my wall. “TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE!” I yelled at the diaper just as my door opened. “Amani, what are you…” my sister asked as she was rubbing the sleep from her eyes but stopped when she saw me. She screamed and slammed the door shut. “OH FUCKING HELL!!!” I yell as I drop the diaper and frantically try to get my clothes on as I'm sure my mother will be here any moment to find out what the hell happened. “Princess, I have news.” the diaper said as it started to float in the middle of the room. “WHAT!” I yelled still pissed off at what happened. “I found the location of another weapon. It is in that house.” the diaper told me. ******************** Thank you all for reading! Next chapter is going to be very fun. Nowthen, time for the questions. Pick one. Boy, girl, or surprise me. Also, A sword, or hammer?

Chapter 6 It seemed to take forever to get into town. I didn't bother with the radio, I just drove in silence, at least as silent as I could with my brain going faster then the speed limit. I was thinking about who all might be at this barbeque and which one of them could possibly be the one that has discovered my darkest secrets. The first one I could think of was Ma, from the Ma and Pa Grocery store. She and I never got along well. Every single time I was in her store she would talk down to me, like I was some little kid. I bet if it is her, she is just loving this way more then she should. I never really knew her story though, but I am sure that she grew up in this town. Her husband, Pa, he grew up in the city, I never knew how they met or how it came that they owned that grocery store. I realized I didn't really know them at all. Now I can't get to know Pa, he passed away last year, something about heart failure I think. I was now driving through town, Daria's house was at the far end of town, just past the coffee shop and Ma and Pa's Grocery. I could see cars and trucks were already parked along the sidewalk, all the way around to the coffee shop's parking lot. I was glad that Daria and I were best friends or I would have a long walk from my truck. She always saved a parking spot in her care garage for me at all times. I pulled around the block and then around to the side of the house. I reached up to the car garage and I rolled down the window and said, "Open you damn garage, it's me, Jess." I still don't understand why Daria paid so much money for that stupid garage, it was something that you usually only see in the cities. The garage door didn't open like it normally does and I got worried that maybe my stalker had broken into her house and tampered with the garage, so I would be forced to walk all the way to the house. My mind started coming up with all sorts of scenarios of what could go wrong if they had tampered with it and I had to walk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I smiled as I watched her pull around to the garage, in the back of the house. "She will be mine soon and I will punish her for what she did to me." I giggle a little as I go join the others. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I nearly jumped when someone walks up to the window from the driver side of the truck and said, "Why you just setting here, hurry up and pull into the garage and park so you can get to the party, we all know the party can never start without you?" My training pants got a little wet at that point as I stared at Daria who is now laughing her ass off, I might have screamed a little. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You know what they say about pay back.? Besides your garage is not opening up for me, your security IA is broken." I was not amused in the least and my face showed it. "Well, you would be laughing to if you had seen yourself and heard yourself scream like a little girl and the garage looks fine to me." She pointed to the garage which for some reason was now open. That was odd, I don't remember it opening. I need to get a hold of myself, this whole stalker thing has got me on edge. "Just stop laughing at me and get your ass back to the party, I will be there soon." I mutter as I pull into the garage and Daria leaves back the way she came, from behind my truck so I didn't run her over by accident. I get out of my truck and walk through the house till I get to the back door. The back yard was full of guests. It seems that everyone from town was there. I spotted Mary under a tree in the far corner of the yard. She was talking to a Little I did not recognize and the newly weds in town. I walked out the open sliding glass door and into the most dangorouse place I could be, my friends back yard. There were at least a dozon or so potitentual stalkers and I had to find out which one it was. Here I was, standing in my friends back yard, cowering away in the corner like I was 5 years old again. "You are 35 years old dammit, get a hold of yourself woman." I tell myself as I see Daria walking over to me as I was standing in the corner of the yard, just left of the back door of the house and as far as I could get from any of the guests. She looked at me and then back at the guests then back at me asking me, "Don't you hear the music, what is wrong, you normally like to be the party girl at every party, this stalker really has you upset doesn't it?" I was still scanning the crowd for any sign that one of them might be my stalker, after Daria's onslaught of questions I turned to her, "Yes, I hear the music and I don't feel like being the life of the party tonight because someone here is stalking me and I want to find out who it is so I can get them to stop." She seemed to melt right there and looked at me with concern in her eyes. "What is it that they have on you that has you so uptight and are you even sure they are here?" I really wanted to tell her, tell her all of it. She has been my best friend our whole lives. I just can't find the words to tell her that her bff is a freak of nature, an Amazon that rather pee and poop her pants and have someone change her diapers, then be the one that changes someone's diapers. "I know they are here, they told me in a text along with the pictures of me." I was so hoping she would leave it at that. I have never lied to her in my whole life and I didn't want to start doing it now, I don't even think I could. "There is something you are not telling me, please let me in so I can help you. Show me the pictures and the text messages. I really want to help you." She was pleading with me. I started crying a little bit because my heart hurt so much. I knew I couldn't get the words out nor could I show her my darkest secret, to let her into my little world. "I am so sorry, but this time I can't do it. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I just can't tell you right now, maybe one day I will be able to." I am not sure how much she could understand through my tears, but I guess it was enough. She looked so hurt as she walked away without another word. I dried my tears the best I could and decided I needed a distraction. I pulled out my phone to play a game. I went to tap on some game I don't even remember downloading, but then I tapped on the internet browser. I went straight to my fetish websites hoping to find something that would get my mind off of my conversation with Daria and forget about my stalker for a moment or two. I saw some updates on this one story I was following, it was about Amazon's being trapped in the other dimension with the portal Littles and being dominated by them. I really liked that story and always wished I could be the diapered Amazon that got dominated by the portal Little. There were a few comments on there I noticed after reading the newest chapter. It was a great chapter, my training pants got a bit wetter after I read it. I guess wearing my training pants wasn't such a bad idea, by now my big girl panties would have started to get way to wet to go unnoticed. I laughed a little bit at a few of the other readers picking on one of the two writers of the story. She, or at least I she says that is her gender, got a little bratty with the readers because they were picking on her babyness and that she just needed a clean diaper. The other writer was telling off the other readers for picking on the baby and then told the baby not to worry, her mommy would change her stinky diaper soon, if she was good, if not she might get a spanking and sleep in her dirty diaper all night. That did put me in a good mood so I went ahead and put away my phone and looked up. I looked around and over by the grill I saw some of the guys, including Joey, laughing and drinking beer while grilling up some barbecued chicken and some other stuff, but I was not thinking about food, I had to find this stalker. After looking around for a bit I realized that I would actually have to mingle if I planned on finding this peeping tom pervert. I walked over to Daria's friend, Mary and the Little that stood next to her, under the only tree in the back yard. Mary saw me and quickly gave me a tight hug as soon as I got close enough to them. "Hey how have you been, I haven't seen you in a few months. Any luck on finding Mr right?" Mary was always right to the point and that is one of the reasons I liked her, she always had this dominate aura about her, even for an Inbetweener that was rare. "I am doing great and it has been a while. You know I am not looking for a Mr right." I laugh because she loved to tease me about finding Mr right, ever since she mentioned during our first meet that she could set me up with her cousin which I found out wasn't a guy like I had assumed it was. "I would like you to meet my wife, Christy." Mary motioned to the Little next to her. I was not shocked about an Inbetweener being married to a Little or the fact the they were both female, what shocked me was she just told me she was married. The last time I talked to her she was dating someone, but wouldn't say anything else about it. Now they are married. Well that was a bummer. "Hello Christy, nice to meet you. It is so glad to finally meet the love of her life. I have heard so much about you. It's almost like I already know you." I know, I was just trying to be nice and welcoming. Christy started laughing as she said, "Lier, I know she don't talk about me at all, she is a big flirt so I kind of cramp her style if she mentions me while out with other women. Not to worry though, I know you mean well and I am very sure you don't know EVERYTHING about me. You are as cute as Mary tells me and she usually exaggerates these things, but not this time. You are the cutest thing I have ever meet." The smile on her face never left and she was so warming. I also could sense a dominate aura around her as well, which I figured would be a hard relationship, but I hope they can make it work. I was blushing so hard at her calling me cute. I felt 5 years old again, it felt good. I had almost forgotten about my stalker, then I realized that they could be my stalker. They could be wanting someone to dominate. That was just silly, I am over thinking things as usual. "Oh hey, Daria told us that you had a tv that needed to get hooked up. Chrsity and I know how to do it, if you'd like we can come over tomorrow some time and do it for you if you'd like?" Mary was very polite and yet it almost sounded like a command and not a question, it must have been just her dominate tone she always seems to use, but my mind went into over drive at that point. They could be trying to get inside my house to do all sorts of things, maybe even kidnap me. "You know what, when I have the time I will give you a call, is your number the same as it was last year?" I was not about to call them, at least not till I was sure it wasn't them trying to lull me into a false sense of security. "No I had my number changed resonantly and I don't remember it off hand, I left my phone at home so work couldn't get a hold of me while I was here, but Daira has it, just call her and she'll get in touch with me." Mary still wasn't giving up any indications that she was lying, but I was never that good at being a lie detector. It was also curiouse to me that her number just changed, the same time my stalker shows up. I was sure I knew who my stalker or stalkers were now. "Ok, sounds like a plan, well I better go mingle a bit more and at least seem to be social." I waved bye to them as I walked off and trying not to look like I was running away. I turned around to see where I had walked to and realized I was now over with the guys at the grill.Joey handed me a beer and asked, "Heya Jess, Daria told me you know of the good news, I am so happy, here take this beer and celibate with us. You are going to be an Auntie finally. I will be the best daddy in the whole town." I smiled as I downed the whole beer hoping it would help ease the edge off of my shoulders a bit so i could think. The other two guys started laughing and one said, "You, the best daddy, you will have your kid sneaking into bars and x-rated movies before they hit 15 years old." I grabbed another beer and just kept drinking and trying to laugh any time a joke was told. Right when I thought things where going good I felt someone pat my bottom, I knew whoever it was could feel my training pants. I quickly looked behind me trying to see if I could catch this pervert and I only saw a group of people talking just to the left of me and little bit behind me. It was Daria, Mary and Christy, they were just talking and laughing. It didn't look like it could have been any of them, then I noticed that Christy had a full glass of wine. It was almost empty when I had left them earlier. I knew I was right. I now needed to pee so I headed inside to get to the bathroom and to think of a way to leave the party without anyone noticing. Daria was the one I would really have to dodge. She'd notice before I got to my truck. I had almost got to the bathroom when my phone buzzed. I opened it up and there was a text message. "Such a naughty girl, it feels like someone's training pants are already wet. Maybe all those beers was just too much for such a little girl. Go to the nursery, I will be there shortly. Oh and remember, I still have copies of all those pictures. I don't think you'd want me to show them to your friends here at the party, especially Daria. Toodles." My head was all fuzzy from the beers, but I was not stupid, I just couldn't let Daria find out this way. So I reluctantly headed for the nursery. I had to pass the back door to get there so I looked outside to where Daria was standing. She was still with Christy and Mary, talking away and that is when I noticed Mary had a phone in her hands. I knew it. I quickened my pace and entered the nursery. It was a nice nursery, the walls were painted pink and on one side there was a nice looking crib. The changing table was not far from the crib. I loved the look of this room and if I were here under normal circumstances, I would be a little jealous. I heard someone getting closer to the nursery door. The footsteps got closer and closer, my heart started beating faster and faster. Any moment now I will come face to face with my stalker. The door knob started to turn and then the door slowly opened. It was all in slow motion and I could feel my training pants getting a lot warmer. The door opened all the way and the person standing in front of me was ..................................................................................

Chapter 5 How did i find myself in this situation? It was clear the last few months had changed me in more ways than one. I went from at first being a bit confused about the whole diaper idea, to being concerned for Lila's well-being, to finally giving in and ending up in diapers myself. It was beginning to feel like these soft squishy things were a bit dangerous in a way. They were pulling Lila and I into an irreversible dependence upon them. Or, maybe my mind was wandering too much in the haze of having just woken up. Still, I brought an accident on myself through carelessness. I had to stop it now while I could, so I resolved to do that. I nudged Lila to wake her; the alarm hadn't yet roused her. "Mmm-" She hummed. Yawning and turning to face me, a sleepy smile spread. I felt her hand come to rest on my crotch under the covers. "Getting used to them?" Lila squished my diaper. "Sorta." "How sorta? You're not peeing the bed like me are you?" She probed insightfully. "Ok- I admit it," I began. "Last night, I dunno. I don't think I woke up at all. It's becoming so natural now." "Aww-" She kissed me and squished my padding again. "It's nice isn't it? Guess you'll be wearing every night now? You should then-" She didn't seem very concerned, but I guess that was typical Lila. I was relieved that she didn't mind much. I think it upset me enough for the both of us anyway. "I don't want to wear at night anymore. I gotta stop doing this before it gets serious." "You sure? I wouldn't if I were you." Lila stretched out, her diaper butt crinkling as she did. She snuggled the blankets closer to her and closed her eyes. "Not having to get out of bed, peeing whenever you want- Not having to feel the least rush or concern for a central need of your life. Don't you want to just give into your padded potty like me?" She took a deep breath. "I know, it's different in my case- but not by much. Who wants to get out of bed at 3am? You gotta get your sleep you know." I laid still for a moment unable to respond. She was pretty convincing when she wanted to be. Something about the early morning and just waking up made her surprisingly lucid from time to time. This a little known fact about Lila, one which I was lucky to be intimately acquainted with. "Well-" I began tiredly. It seemed her response took all the energy out of my concerns. Maybe I would just keep wearing them to bed. No! What was I saying? "All warm and soft- and sometimes it tickles too," She mused. "A bunch of bathroom visits, or a quick easy change once in a while? S'great." "I know it works for you, but I can't- Tonight it's going to be underwear for me." "Fine, fine- Wait..." She opened her eyes. "Get up in the night if you want, but you still need to wear," She said gently. "Just in case." "Alright. Good point." I replied. We laid in silence for a while, not wanting to get out of bed and face the world yet. "Want a change? I asked. "Maybe wait 'till after breakfast." The day passed quickly, and after a late dinner we were in bed again. Hopefully there'd be no accidents, except for Lila's usual squishyness. For a few nights, there were no accidents and things went alright. But eventually, disaster struck. I woke up with a start, feeling something warm. I wasn't sure what was going on for a few moments, but I soon realized pee was leaking out of me so I clenched down, stopping the rest of the flow. I still had to go kind of badly, so I gave in and let the rest trickle out. Since I already soaked myself, might as well stay in bed for the rest of it, I figured. A few thoughts began to haunt me as I tried to fall back asleep. I've done this twice now! Was it all downhill from here? Lila has problems holding it, and had trouble even before padding up. What's my excuse? I've done this to myself, haven't I? The next night I had another accident, and also ended up leaking. The night after that, I leaked again. Lila decided that between us both, the mattress had been done in- it had seen it's last day. I guess we should have invested in a plastic cover or something earlier on. As I saw it go out with the trash covered in unfortunate stains, we joked that it was something we created together. The changes of the last few months- be them diaper changes or changes in attitude were overall good and I think they brought Lila and I closer. But, that's not the end of the story-

Probably shouldn't give the crazies a platform.

It is dumb that someone can post on a story on here that has to be purchased to finish somewhere else. Stories posted on here should be able to be read in there entirety here. Just my opinion anyway.