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Before you read the next chapter I want to thank you for the comments and I’m going to ask something a bit unorthodox. I have the bad habit of not finishing things and up until a week ago I haden’t felt very into the ABDL scene very much. This is part of the reason I’m writing this. So what I’m requesting is that you go over to this post I have linked below and give me a little input so I can try and set some goals and stick with my ABDL side, and along with that, keep writing this story. I hope you like this addition I enjoyed writing it. https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/63851-self-imposed-rules-help-please/ Chapter 2 Levi had insisted on doing it himself but Becky was having none of it. As she unbuttoned his pants he was trying very hard to keep a calm head but he was having no luck in that department. She pulled his pants down with one quick motion. “Now, lift your foot little Levi, and the other. That’s a good boy.” Levi stood before her in his ripped shirt and boxers, and he had never been more embarrassed or turned on in his life. Next she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them off as well. He tried to cover himself but she pulled his hands away and tutted at him. “Now now, no need to be shy, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She lifted his boxers and examined them. “What a good little boy I have, keeping his undies dry for me.” She gave him a wink and placed them in her purse. “Alright,” she picked up the pair of Pull-Ups, opened them up, and brought them down to Levi’s feet, “step in sweetie or I will have to paddle that cute little bum of yours.” Levi took a gulp of air and put his feet though the leg holes. In an instant Becky pulled the padded garment up his legs and over his crotch. The training pants felt very odd around his privates, though his throbbing member poked up from the padding which made Becky giggle again. “It looks like my little man likes his new undies.” Levi blushed. It wasn’t true, he felt like a toddler and compliantly emasculated standing there in front of the giggling girl in nothing but a t-shirt and training pants. Becky must have deduced his feeling because she wrapped her arms around him and started patting his back. “There there, it’s alright. We are just having a bit of fun and you look super cute.” As she continued patting his back, he started to feel better, he was even beginning to regain control over himself and he felt the pressure on his crotch lessen. Becky must have also felt this because the next thing he knew she plunged her hand down his Pull-Up and adjusted his penis so it pointed down into the padding. “That’s better. Now if you have any accidents your Pull-Up can do it’s job.” Levi would have shot back and told her that he wouldn’t have an accident, but he was still dumb struck by what she had just grabbed, and by the time he had gathered his thoughts, she was already pulling his pants back up. “Come on little one,” she said kissing his forehead. “The night awaits and adventure ensues!” She had once again grabbed his hand and was pulling him through the school yet again. As they walked down the hallway the feeling of the padding moving around his nether regions made it hard to forget what he was wearing, and what he was wearing was meant to catch accidents of little kids when they couldn’t make it to the toilet on time. He tried to push that thought out of his head and just enjoy this wonderful girl’s company. She took him from room to room, hallway to hallway, telling him stories about her experiences here. Levi hung onto every word she said, and to be honest, despite the Pull-Up between his legs, he was having the time of his life. They eventually exited the school and were once again walking down the street. With all they had been though that night Levi didn’t know why it was so hard to ask the question he knew he had to. He was infatuated by this girl, hell he loved this girl, so why was it so hard to ask her back to his place. If he was being honest with himself, he already new the answer to that. One of Levi’s biggest fears was rejection, and not only the rejection of the opposite sex, but confrontation of any kind. Levi was the kind of person that would get the wrong order at a restaurant and not bring it up to the employees because he was afraid they would get mad at him for bringing it up. So Levi walked in silence for minutes while he worked up the courage to ask her back to his place, but before he could, Becky took the decision, to tell her, out of his hands. “Why are you being so quite Levi? You didn’t...” Her eyes went wide and she unbuttoned Levi’s pants right there on the street. Becky put her hand on the crotch of Levi’s Pull-Up and moved it around a little. “Nope,” she said and she did his pants back up, “my little man is still dry.” “Hey, don’t do that,” Levi said, going flush. “I’m not going to wet myself. I was just quite because I was thinking.” “Whatca thinkin about,” she asked, smirking. “Is it my hand on your...” Levi cut her off with a rushed “Do you want to come back to my place?” The next few seconds seemed like an eternity as he went over all possibilities in his head. The one that kept popping up was her laughing her head off and telling him he was stupid for thinking he had a chance with her. What she did say however was compliantly different than anything he thought up. “You are so cute.” She pinched his cheek and giggled. But no, I think it’s best you come home with me instead.” She put her hand on his padded bottom and squeezed. “As your babysitter I’m responsible for you, and that includes making sure you make it to the potty in time.” “I don’t,” Levi started but she put a finger to his lips. “Don’t you tell your babysitter no little boy. You’re coming home with me and that’s final.” That’s how Levi ended up at the front door of Becky’s apartment, still not believing all the events that led him there. In fact, as they got closer to her place Levi had once again grown silent, which prompted another Pull-Up check from Becky. Once they were inside Becky ordered, “Pants off little one, and that shirt too,” She motioned to his ripped shirt. “Don’t argue, it will save time. I need to be able to check your training pants easier and don’t tell me you won’t have an accident. I’m the babysitter and I know best.” She was right, he was about to argue with her, but he thought it best to do as she said and he stripped naked except for his Pull-Up. Becky on the other hand, had exited into a room to the right of the entrance and shut the door behind her. While he waited for her to come back, he looked around her modest apartment. The living room was to the left, and wide open with, what looked like a sixty inch TV, and a large couch on the back wall. The walls were decorated with random music posters and pictures of cats. Right in front of him was the kitchen, which was a simple counter top, refrigerator, microwave, and a few other appliances. Last was the room to the right that Becky had just entered, which must be her room, and an attached bathroom. After waiting for a few minutes, Levi walked over to the couch and awkwardly sat down. It was very strange sitting in nothing but training pants in the middle of a girl’s apartment, and the girl in question he had only just met that night. On top of all that Levi was once again feeling the pressure on his bladder. He hoped she would be out soon or he really would have an accident. It was shortly after that thought that the door to her bedroom opened up and Becky emerged wearing black lace panties and a matching lace bra. “I see you made yourself comfortable baby boy.” There was something about the way that she said “baby boy” that made his whole body shiver. On top of that, combined with how she was dressed, and the way she was seductively walking toward him; deliberately placing one foot in front of the other and swinging her hips with every step; he was having a hard time containing himself. “I,” his mouth was so dry he was having a hard time speaking. “I...I,” once again his words failed him as she got closer and closer. “Aww is my little Levi having a hard time talking?” She lifted her leg and got up on the couch, straddling the, now sweating, Levi. “Don’t worry sweetie, your babysitter’s here to take care of all your needs.” She then kissed him full on the mouth while her hand found it way down to his padded crotch where he began rubbing. The moan came to his lips before he even had the chance to process what was happening. Her tongue moved and out of his mouth, and without thinking his hands moved to her supple breasts, causing an intake of breath from the lingerie clad woman. Levi knew he had to speak up. He instently felt himself instantly growing desperate and he had to say something. Levi pushed her away, hating himself, and spoke up. “I...I need to go pee. Can... can we continue this in a bit?” She looked taken aback but then a big grin appeared on her face. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” She leaned in a whispered in his ear, “Be my baby boy and you won’t regret it.” It was the same whispered voice she had used earlier that night and once again he was putty in her hands. He knew what she wanted from him, he didn’t know why she wanted it, but he knew she did in fact want it. Levi wanted to refuse, rip off the Pull-Up right now and be done with it, but he wanted her more, much much more. He felt his bladder twinge once again and tired to force the gates open, but it didn’t happen. Levi felt her eyes on him and he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact so he closed his eyes. Once again he tried to let go of his control but nothing happened. He was about to open his eyes and say he couldn’t do it when he felt a hand slowly start applying pressure on his bladder. Levi tired to fight it but all the sudden he felt his bladder open and the padding around his crotch grow warm. He opened his eyes and saw Becky smiling at him with devious eyes. The Pull-Up drank up all that he gave it and when all was said and done the training pants were tinged with yellow and noticeably thicker. The smile dropped from her face instantly and her eyes went wide. “Did you just do what I think you did?” Levi tried to speak up, tried to tell her that he thought that’s what she wanted him to do, but he didn’t get the chance as she once again but her hand on his crotch. “Oh my god you did!” Levi was once again growing red and he regretted ever coming to this apartment with the redhead he had just wet himself in front of. He felt the tears start forming and knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop them. “I thought you were potty trained but it turns out I was wrong.” She looked into his tear filled eyes and winked. Was this just more of the same game? “You aren’t a little boy after all. You’re just a little baby aren’t you?” “I...” “I don’t want to hear another word from your mouth. Come here.” She grabbed his hand a pulled him up off the couch and toward her bedroom. “You didn’t even tell me you had to go. Well, you obviously need to be punished and then we need to get you changed.” She pulled him into her room and shut the door. The room was small but with a queen sized bed and a dresser housing another television set. To the left was the bathroom Levi had assumed was there, and to the back of the room was a closet. Before Levi had much of a chance to look around Becky sat down on the bed and pulled Levi over her knees with his wet bottom up in the air. He knew what was about to happen but the hand coming down on his backside still gave him a shock. The swat was much harder than the playful one she had given him earlier, and she kept spanking him over and over again. “You naughty,” she slapped his bottom, “ naughty,” she slapped him again, “naughty little boy.” Levi didn’t think he would ever be into spanking in the bedroom, but boy was he wrong. It hurt yes, but it was a good kind of hurt. By the time it was over Levi still had tears in his eyes, half from the pain, and half from the embarrassment of it all. Becky helped Levi back up into a stansing position and stood up herself. “Go lay out there on the floorin the living room. If you aren’t out there when I come back, or of you touch that Pull-Up, that spanking will seem like child’s play.” Levi was laying obediently on the ground when Becky reappeared. He felt his bottom throbbing with heat, and when he first sat down a sharp pain ran up his backside. Becky was now wearing pink PJs and it looked like her hair had been combed out. In her hand were three objects. In her left hand was a white bottle but Levi couldn’t make out any words on it. In her right hand was what looked like a package of wet wipes along with a thick white object. “Alright baby boy, lets get you changed.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The apartment was modest - almost bare. Sabrina walked past a laundry room, a large pile of clothing waiting on the floor in front of the washer, and past a kitchen with dishes piled high in the sink and a half-dozen takeout boxes laying on the countertops. It actually struck her as typical submissive behavior - they needed someone to guide them, to tell them what to do, to teach them how to take care of themselves. Rachel, it seemed, was far less mature than most of the Littles she knew. Sabrina stepped into the living room - again, modest furniture - a simple TV, coffee table, a worn, beat up couch. Rachel sat, hands folded in her lap, one leg bouncing and looking beyond nervous. "I, um... I don't really know how to do this," she stammered, looking down. "I've never... talked about it, never confided any of this in anyone before," her words were a murmur, her hands wringing her fingers, twisting the digits into awkward pretzel shapes as she sighed softly, avoiding eye contact. Sabrina climbed the couch carefully and stood next to the trembling Amazon, resting her hand gently on the woman's shoulder. "Well," Sabrina smiled, giving her a big hug, wrapping her arms tightly around the Amazon as best she could. "Let's take it slow. Firstly, you have my eternal gratitude for getting me out of there. I can never thank you enough." She kissed Rachel on the cheek, before pressing her forehead against the Amazon's soft skin. "Seriously. Thank you. As for us, how about we just talk for a bit? Get to know each other - the real us. Then I think I'd like very much to sleep in my own bed in my own apartment tonight, if I could trouble you to call me a robocab... I don't have my comm, Naomi took it." "I can drive you," Rachel volunteered, finally making eye contact. "Though, I guess I was expecting you to maybe stay here tonight. I made up the guest bedroom. This place isn't as grand as where this... Naomi, was it? Where she lived, but it can still house two comfortably. It's probably not the best idea to go back to your apartment so soon. Technically you're stolen, her permit would still be active, and she can take you back at any time she sees you. Your apartment is probably a place she will check pretty quickly. If she didn't already have it sold off, that is. Most Amazons, on any island, do that if they claim a native Little. Even Gaule, usually the Little moves in with the Amazon or they move somewhere new together. You might want to consider laying low for a while." "She... said she'd let me go if I managed to escape and get back home," Sabrina admitted. "Though I suppose it's foolish to believe her isn't it?" She sighed deeply. "I really need my computer to do my job - I'll need to at least check the apartment." "Let me check it for you," Rachel frowned. "It was dark, I'm wearing dark clothes and had that hat on, she probably won't recognize me in normal daywear. I'll go check out the building, see if I can get the computer brought back for you. I have a computer you can use. You should probably take the whole claiming thing seriously." "Technically, she couldn't claim me - her permit wasn't active. I made a mistake... I kind of put myself in that situation, it's a long story." Sabrina sat on the arm of the couch, her bare feet on the cushions as she smiled fondly at Rachel. "I had a good thing going, but I got greedy and messed it up. I really appreciate your offer to stay here, it's kind of you. So... what's your story?" "Me? Well... It's a complicated muddle, really. Most Amazons are really very... vanilla with one another.” Sabrina patiently listened as Rachel looked this way and that, pausing for long moments while she tried to articulate her thoughts. "No one wants to submit and no one can respect you if you do, even if it's a chance for them to dominate, so there's not really a lot of that sort of play in a relationship. So being submissive in nature is already hard right from the start, and something that I've had to hide. When I found the AmzDom site, well... it was kind of a dream come true, and it made sense. "We couldn't engage in public play," Rachel continued, looking longingly into Sabrina's eyes. She felt like the Amazon was floundering, desperate to be understood, "but I put on a costume in day to day life anyways, so pretending there was just the normal Amazon-Little relationship would be easy and accepted, even if it's backwards roles behind closed doors. And in a way, it appealed even more than submitting to another Amazon. Littles have a good reason to want to dominate us, in a way we deserve it, and that's found its way into a lot of my fantasies. But until it was clear you needed help, I was too shy to approach you... and worried you'd turn me down. It's only because you needed help that I found that courage and I feel ready to fall apart now that the adrenaline has worn off." Sabrina stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Rachel's shoulder. "I understand how hard it is to have these desires. We don't want to hurt anyone, why does society shun us so simply for wanting to love each other in a different way? I don't know you all that well yet, Rachel - but I owe you a lot. Why don't you tell me your fantasy, and when you feel comfortable, we can try it out." Sabrina's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the Amazon, her new pet, her willing Amazon. Rachel was everything she had ever wanted, someone who wanted to submit, who wanted to be dominated, who wanted to be putty between her fingers. She had wanted this moment, dreamed of this moment for so long. But her dreams of her Amazon pet before her capture at the hands of Naomi was nothing compared to how it felt now. Rachel was her liberator, her savior, and now her submissive. It was foolish to think that they would be able to dive into a relationship, but as she waited with bated breath for the beautiful raven-haired Amazon to tell her all of her deepest fantasies, her heart had hope that she hadn't expected. It was stupid to think that Rachel would want her, but at the same time, was it really? The timid Amazon had just told some of her story, and it rang true with Sabrina - hidden desires, feeling out of place, these were all so familiar. Rachel's story was her own in reverse, she was ridiculed and not taken seriously for her dominant desires, while Rachel had been shunned to the point of denying herself and her feelings for her submissive tendencies. Amazon society, despite claiming to be enlightened and benevolent, still had quite a bit of room for growth and acceptance. If an Amazon wanted to be submissive to a Little, what was wrong with that - as long as they were both consenting. It was the impossibility of that thought that had driven Sabrina to do what she had done... and all along, Rachel had been lurking in the shadows, waiting to be pounced on and be loved for the submissive soul that she was. Sabrina had never felt so lucky in her life, so thankful. "My fantasy," Rachel smiled softly, her eyes glistening, "revolves a lot around yours, Sabrina... if your stories are an accurate description, just from the other perspective and... well, without the whole drugging or loss of free will part. I want to be aware, want to enjoy it to the fullest, and I can't do that with a brain the consistency of pudding, after all." She laughed, but it wasn't a relaxed laugh, a casual laugh - her fingers were still tangled together in her nervousness. "But umm... and maybe this is a little tame, I don't know. I'm new to all of it, but that scene you write sometimes in your stories? Where the Amazon is on their back on the floor, the Little standing on them, usually right between the... " Rachel blushed and Sabrina's heart cracked a little - this was what she had always wanted, "On the chest. You've done it once with a leash being pulled tight, and sometimes with just the collar ring, but when the Little looks directly into her eyes and starts talking about place and belonging like this, I... I kind of really like it." It was one of Sabrina's favorite things too, the idea of standing on her pet, feeling their breath underneath her feet as she held that leash. She had written it into several stories, it was a personal favorite. The idea of Rachel willingly laying on the floor, staring up at her with longing in her eyes as she willingly submitted, it was almost too much. Her blood felt hot in her veins. As Rachel's words cascaded over her, the response was immediate. She stepped forward, standing on Rachel's lap and taking the Amazon's face between both her hands. "Well," Sabrina said in a sultry voice, guiding the Amazon's face with her hands until their eyes locked, "I suppose you'll just have to fetch your collar from my apartment when I send you to get my computer then, hmm?" She stared commandingly into Rachel's deep blue eyes. "We are going to have such fun, you and I. I've been waiting for the perfect pet for so long, my dear." She pressed her lips gently to Rachel's, a lingering kiss, feeling the larger woman's breath hot upon her lips. Rachel leaned into the kiss in a way that made Sabrina tingle, she had still been holding on to some doubt, some disbelief that this could be true - but she could feel it in the kiss. Rachel wanted this too. "Oh yes - we're going to have a good time." "Actually, I uh... " Rachel chucked nervously, chewing her lip and looking down, "I already have a collar. I mean... I've only worn it the once, it just made me sad to have with no one else to put it on me, you know? But I still have it. In a drawer somewhere. Though... It might be nice to have a new one." "Of course you have one, you know you belong in one. You need to be collared, don't you? To feel owned. To know that you belong to someone. Well, dear Rachel... you belong to me now. You saved me and now I'll save you. Go get your collar, pet. We'll put it on you and you can wear it when you go to fetch my laptop and your new collar, just to tide you over." Sabrina stroked the Amazon's cheek, desire burning in her eyes. "I um... I don't think I'm at a point yet where I could wear something like that in public. I'm sorry, Sabrina. It took a lot of courage for me to admit all of this to you. I've spent my whole life trying to convince myself it's wrong, and that it's easier to bury it. I don't really know how to play this game and I think I need to take it really slow. I hope that's okay and that it doesn't shatter things for you. I know you want... a pet, and honestly, I really think I'd like to play that role. But I have some adjusting to do. But, if you don't mind, maybe the morning would be best? Can I show you your room? I know Littles don't sleep straight through the night, so it's not like you have to sleep, but I feel like I'm about to drop. I'm sorry this isn't the meeting you probably imagined." The midnight hour was generally productive for Littles - they woke naturally and were wide awake for an hour or two before returning to bed. Sabrina got some of her best writing done in the middle of the night, but it made sense that Rachel was tired - the larger creature needed more sleep. Sabrina smiled warmly, letting her dominant persona slip away as she kissed Rachel gently on the cheek. She was disappointed, but only the barest, smallest amount. It was better to take it slow, to learn each other before they dove in. There was no guarantee they were even compatible, after all. There was more to love than a fetish, and if that was the only thing they had in common... well, they could always be friends with benefits. Their desires were so rare that it wouldn't be untoward to have that kind of relationship, as long as they could form a friendship. And Sabrina couldn't imagine what could stop her from being friends with her savior. "Of course - I also think we should take it slowly. I've been rushing into too much myself lately - I'm sorry if I came across too strongly, I don't mean to scare you." She patted Rachel's head and hopped off the couch, landing on her feet gracefully and stretching. "I always forget that Amazons have a hard time in the middle of the night, this is when I do some of my best writing. I really would appreciate the loan of your computer and a bed, thanks. Oh, and if you could show me to the bathroom... I've been holding my bowels longer than I'd like." Rachel nodded and led Sabrina down the hall off the living room, away from the garage. She pushed open a door and flipped on the lights, revealing a normal Amazon bathroom, reasonably clean... and a Little's potty chair. "My brother has a Portal Little," Rachel spoke quickly, obviously nervous. "He recently left him here with me when on a work trip. He doesn't believe in diapers, though. Prefers pull-ups and potty chairs. You don't have to use it, of course. I'll give you a moment." "You have no idea how much I appreciate this," Sabrina patted Rachel on the leg as she closed the door to the bathroom. She looked distastefully at the potty chair - she knew how to use Amazon facilities, and she'd had enough babying for one lifetime. Using an Amazon's oversized facilities was always difficult, but she managed, beyond grateful that she hadn't actually had to mess herself in a diaper. She shuddered at the thought as she knelt on the sink counter and washed her hands before drying them on a hanging towel and climbing down again, opening the tall door and stepping back out into the hallway. "Oh man, such a relief," Sabrina stretched again, enjoying the way the hem of the skirt brushed her thighs just above the knee, how light and free she felt in the adult dress with the adult panties. Diapers were always the final sign for a Little in media, the first one was generally the end of their adulthood. She shuddered slightly when she realized again just how close she had come to that fate. "It must have been pretty awful for you," Rachel's voice was consoling, but held a hint of sadness. "I like the idea of submitting, but diapers have kind of always grossed me out, so it makes me sad to see a lot of Littles forced into them. Not that I don't enjoy the idea of 'force'. Being 'made' to do things because a dominant wants me to is kind of great, but only in the play sense. Being forced to do something I actually dislike is an entirely different circumstance, and I feel for Littles a lot because of it." "Exactly! It's consensual non-consent. You trust your partner not to violate you, not to do anything you truly wouldn't enjoy... when it's not real it's a lot of fun. I kinda learned that the hard way this weekend, it's not a mistake I'll ever be making again. I'd like to say I'd never write a forced story again... but it's just fiction, I probably will. But I'll be writing a lot more consensual stories, I think. I want it to get to the point where Amazons and Littles can be open with these desires. We're not so different... and there's nothing wrong with loving each other in this way." "Come on," Rachel said with a warm smile, "your room is this way." "Thanks," Sabrina smiled in return as she followed the Amazon down the hall, "I want you to know that I'll never do anything to really force you, Rachel. I don't ever want to take anyone's will away for real." Never again. Sabrina's eyes widened as she gazed at the room beyond the door, the room that Rachel had led her to... As the light flipped on, she turned around to stare at the Amazon, disbelieving.

61.) "Good afternoon, Little Frosty." I looked up from my laptop at my beautiful little girl standing in front of me, bubbly, but also nervous looking, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Even though I was sunken into a sofa in my study, and she was standing, she was still so little by comparison in my eyes. "You have your shoes on? Let me see, make sure you got them on the right feet. Did you want to go somewhere?" "Umm... no, Lala's here." He gave me a curious look, then he started to share my anxiety. Obviously if Lala was here, that was a cause for concern. She was my best friend, of course! So she had every right to stop by. But the way I was dressed... I bit my lip and played with the hem of my dress. "Can I get changed pretty please? I dun wan' her to know..." "Well, how about you come here and think about it with Daddy." I put my laptop aside, my head spinning just a little bit. I was worried about Lala. But I shouldn't have been, right? There was nothing wrong with what we were doing, nothing wrong with how we were. She'd have to know sooner or later: this was who Wendy was now. A voice in the back of my head told me it was probably okay. "Come sit on my lap, come on now, do you think you want to keep secrets about who you really are, little Frosty?" I pouted and crossed my arms, sitting down promptly on Daddy's lap. "I dun wan' her to know about my accidents! An'... I dunno, I wanna ease her into the other stuffs..." And my dress was not an "ease into" sort of dress. It was a pretty obvious dress. She probably thought it was part of Daddy's sexy stuff. After all, the last time she saw me wearing a stupid dress, it was because I was trying to appeal to Remy. ”Well, Daddy can understand that. But who you are now is a gift, little one, not a shameful secret. If you were being given a gift, would you prefer to get it slowly given to you, do you think? Or given to you all at once?” It was a moot point anyway. No matter what she wore, Frosty was irreversibly a baby girl now and it was obvious. I didn't want to argue. Actually, all in all, I couldn't argue. I knew, no matter what choice Daddy made, I had to listen. But he hadn't exactly said 'no' yet. He was trying to make me change my mind on my own. So this could go either way... "Pwease, Daddy?" I batted my eyelashes and pouted. ”Daddy thinks you should tell her, little one. But if you don’t want to, then you’ll have to convince Daddy what you want me to change you into is equally cute to how you look right this second.” I grinned. I ticked her up her sides. She was so perfect! It was twenty whole minutes before Daddy and I joined Lala in the living room, who had already turned on the TV and skimmed through the half-finished coloring books on the table. It looked like we were babysitting or something. Ugh, that was so embarrassing to think about... though no less embarrassing than my new skirt and top - a little more mature, and all the style of a young girl's. Even my underwear - which took a lot of convincing! - had lollipops and little ruffles on the legs. Ginger had replaced half my wardrobe already with little girl clothes, and I couldn't even remember the last time I complained. "Alright..." That was not a 'this is alright' kind of an alright sound, though, from Lala. That was a 'am I being punked?' kind of alright. "Hi, Lala, Frosty would like to say she's sorry for being out of touch with you, wouldn't she?" I nudged her softly, stood just behind her, and smiled like a proud father. "Uh huh, I'm really sorry, Lala! I didn' mean to. My phone broke, an' then--" "It's fine. We went over this." "R-right..." I looked up at Daddy for an answer, but he just ruffled my hair and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. Now that I didn't crinkle with every step I took, I was a lot less self-conscious around my best friend. I plopped down next to her on the sofa and grabbed the remote. "Whatcha wanna watch? Dinner's not 'til six." "Well, I figured we could watch Queer Eye maybe?" Which would have been fine and all, and probably something even Wendy's alley... if she hadn't been sequestered to the children’s section on Netflix. And to be fair, she never complained about that - there was always something she liked on there anyway! "Uh huh! Yeah, lemme..." I tried the search bar, but the show didn't come up. Oh right... some of the shows were locked out. I forgot about that... "Um... one sec," I mumbled and climbed up off the sofa. I found Daddy in the kitchen, cleaning our dishes from breakfast, and I pulled on his sleeve. "Can Lala an' I watch a big girl show please?" "Which big girl show, honey?" She looked blankly at me and I sighed with a smile, drying my hands on a dishtowel before following her back into the living room to enter the code on the TV remote. "You make sure to be good, alright? I'm trusting you here, princess." I hadn't even gotten back into the kitchen before Lala started up at Wendy. "Okay what the fuck was that?” I looked at Lala, confused, and then at Remy as he turned the corner into the kitchen once again. "What are you talking about?" "You know what I'm talking about! He's talking down to you!" "...I dun think so." I typed in Queer Eye and started up an episode. What was Lala so upset about anyway? Maybe Lala ran out of ways to be outraged, maybe she was still fuming and soaking up her anger, it was hard to tell. Her best friend locked out of non-kids shows on TV? Having to ask permission? Being talked down to like that, condescended so openly? It was baffling, it was an affront to her entire personality. What had even happened? "You're sucking your thumb again,” Lala deadpanned. I took my thumb out of my mouth and looked nervously away from Lala. Shoot... why did I keep doing that? I missed my paci - it was still in my bedroom, on the nightstand - but I knew I couldn't use it in front of her. But she was catching on fast... and I had to tell her eventually... "Um... w-well. Things are a little different around here. But I mean, I'm enjoying it, so..." "Yeah, things definitely seem different." It was hard for her not to sound contemptuous. "What's going on, Wednesday? This is some real Twilight Zone stuff, you know that right? Like Stepford Wives or something like that - was that an episode? I don't know." "No, I mean... it's just a thing we're doing. I get to like, make believe I'm..." I didn't want to say it, but thankfully I didn't have to. "A toddler?" I shrugged my shoulders and kicked my feet. "Maybe. I dunno. But it's fun. And Remy likes it. So... why does it matter?" "It matters because this is like the opposite of who you are, Wendy. You're this little spark of energy always ready to pick a fight, always independent, always on the edge of oblivion. And now you're like... a child. Not just pretending to be one, but like a legit toddler; dressing like a Claire's catalog, sucking your thumb, asking Remy for permission to do things?" "...that's not true," I said flatly, a little annoyed. "I'm not a kid. It's just pretend. And it's fun. And I get a lot of attention, and Remy takes care of me, and you dun' know what you're talking about. I dun' say mean things to you when you go sleeping with everybody in the city!" "Wow. First of all, fuck you. Secondly, fuck you. What the fuck, Wendy?" And it wasn't just anger that Lala spat, not just her usual fiery personality. This was something else, something personal. "I just don't get where the girl I know has gone, it's like you've been replaced with someone else, someone I know nothing about." Three swear words. I hesitated at each one, but the final one silenced me completely. I sat quietly and played with my fingers in my lap. I wanted to tell her I was the same girl! I wanted to tell her it was just a game we were playing! But I felt a little sick. I didn't know what to say. I was frustrated. I was upset. So I did what any little girl would do: I cried.

The dusty sign had originally read “Pride Reality Estates” back before the war. Oz had evidently got rid of the last part when he found the place. Now the sign was decorated with neon lights, and the once lavish estates were surrounded by metal walls and barbed wire. From the outside, the town of Pride seemed more like a fortress or prison than a town. Inside the walls painted a different picture. Even the least impressive house was light years nicer than anything they had seen in the wasteland. The town itself was bustling and seemed peaceful. Rain looked around at the many smiling and happy faces, at the men and women working together at stalls and in the fields, at the security watching the inside and outside vigilantly. She could see how unique Pride was compared to the ramshackle villages they normally worked for. It was a town worth protecting. The team was lead through town to a large home at the end of town. Surprisingly not the biggest, but nice nonetheless. The house was decorated with old signs from the wastes, memorabilia from past battles, and the heads of mutated beasts. Faintly, they heard the radio playing. Oz was sitting in living room on a brown leather sofa. He had dark skin, cropped hair, and a short goatee. He was big too, as big as Gabe if not more, and from the looks of things he was more muscular as well. Even sitting he looked like a wall of muscle. Living up to his reputation, he had two scantily clad women on each leg. He rose as they approached, giving them a gleaming smile. “There they are! The heroes have arrived at last. Miles, you pale bastard, I’ve missed you. Now where is my Gabe? Get out of that armor you ugly bear, come give me a hug!” Gabriel obliged and the two titans embraced as old friends. “I've missed this place. Looks better every time I see it.” “Yeah. We've been working hard. Tore down some of the shitty places, used the parts to patch up the others. Crops are coming in good too. When’s the last time you had corn off the damn cob? We got it and we got a lot.” Miles stepped up. “What's going on? We got up here as quickly as we could. I got to say, we're a bit concerned if you can’t handle it yourself.” Oz gave a sad look. “I could handle it. I just don’t want to. It’s complicated anyway. We'll talk about it after dinner. Besides, I have to greet the lovely ladies!” He pulled Tali and Miyuki close, with the women squirming unsuccessfully to escape. “Look at you two! More beautiful every time you grace me with your presence. You're gonna make my gals jealous.” “Good to see you Oz.” Tali squeaked out. “Watch your hand if you want to keep it, Oz!” Miyuki bristled. “Oh….and who is that, hiding behind Rocco?” Oz asked as he moved closer. “I'll be damned, the rumors were true. Miles and crew got themselves a little princess traveling with them.” Rain was already annoyed at how he treated Tali and Miyuki, and the princess comment literally had her fuming with rage. Oz seemed oblivious to all this as he sauntered up to her and with one arm swept her up, his forearm supporting her diapered bottom. “You are cute as a button, ain’t ya sweetiepie?” By this point, Rain was indignant. Giving him her coldest stare, she spoke in a low, dangerous tone. “Put me down before I rip out your eyes.” The look seemed to work and he set her down immediately, looking apologetic. “Not much for teasing are you princess?” “Don’t call me princess!” “Of course Your Majesty. No doubt you want to stay incognito. Aw, damn, I did it again. Sorry.” “The other rumors were true too.” Said one of the women with Oz, a redhead, as she lifted up Rain’s skirt. Rain acted on instinct, grabbing the woman’s arm and twisting. The redhead screamed in pain and Rain raised her fist to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget. Miles reached her first, pulling her back as Oz did the same with his girl. Kneeling down, he whispered into her ear. “Not here, not now. Go for a walk, get your head calm, and do it quick.” “No Miles. Not her fault.” Oz said. “My girls should know better not to make my guests uncomfortable.” Rain was still stinging from her rebuke from Miles, otherwise she might've laughed at Oz’s statement. “Maybe we should go eat, let everyone calm down a bit.” Rocco suggested. “I agree. There's still business to discuss too. Can’t put it off forever.” Oz said gloomily. Dinner was simple and delicious. Oz served up brahmin steaks that he had prepared and was particularly proud of. Not much was said and there was a tension in the air as they all waited for Oz to tell them why they were there. Finally, Oz took a deep breath and began. “So I don’t know if you've noticed, but my thriving community is a bit light nowadays. Last year a bunch of my men decided they wanted to go off on their own, made a big fuss about it. Anyway, I let them go, even gave them some supplies for the journey. I wasn’t going to force anyone to stay here. You remember a guy named Trenton? Used to be a guard here?” “Vaguely.” Miles answered. “You'll need to fill in the blanks.” “Well he's……how should I put this? He's a black guy like me….just not as handsome. Either way, he lead the charge and if I had to guess, he's probably running things there. For a long time, we didn’t hear anything at all. Recently though, they've been robbing my caravans, hurting trade for not just me, but all the neighboring villages. As you know, Pride is kinda the center. Last time they killed four of my guys. It needs to end.” “You're asking us to kill them?” Miles asked. “Bring them back if you can, kill them if they refuse, I don’t care so long as they stop. I’m not a man who takes betrayal lightly and I’m getting sick of this.” Rocco looked up from his plate. “You got a boatload of guys outside. Why not just take care of it yourselves?” “I could if I needed to. But those guys used to be friends and comrades. It puts my guys in an tough spot, and frankly, looks too much like civil war for my liking. They need to be stopped, but how comfortable will my guys be fighting their own? You stop this bickering, and you can name your price, ammo, money, whatever.” Miles thought for moment, glancing around at the others. “We'll go talk to them and see what we can do. Hopefully, we can talk some reason into them.” Oz nodded grimly. “When you get there, look for Dane, he might get you in. You remember him right?” “I remember Dane.” Tali said. “He was a kind person, I can’t believe he got mixed up in this.” “Yeah. He was a good one.” Oz paused and looked at Rain, who wore a confused look, as she didn’t know any of these people. “Dane is a reasonable sort. He’s…..well…..a black guy, but……” “But not as handsome as you?” Miyuki asked sarcastically. Oz smiled deviously. “Your words baby. You sure you don’t have a thing for me? I’m feeling some chemistry here.” “I would rather be with a super mutant.” “You're into some weird stuff lady…..” * “Miles? What the hell are you doing here?” Miles smiled and shook the man’s hand. Dane had always been a good man, energetic, and full of a desire to make things better. He had seen better days. For someone just barely in his twenties, he had a haunted look in his eyes. Behind him were a bunch of ramshackle houses made from scrap metal and wood. Both Dane and some of the men he could see from outside the gate looked thin and sick. “I heard about this beef you got with Oz. He asked me to mediate, come up with some agreement.” Dane’s eyes looked past him, scanning the woods, perhaps afraid to see armed men at the tree line. Miles had instructed his team to remain hidden until he had a chance to size up the situation. “I don’t think you should be here, Miles. Shit here has been going upside down here for a long time. It’s not safe here for you.” “It’s not that simple. This has to stop and I need to understand. You're attacking your own people? I don’t get it.” Dane shook his head. “What can I say, Miles? Trenton doesn't listen to me anymore. I’m half out the door as it is, he doesn’t want me here. He doesn't like my doubts.” “People always respected you. Are you saying no one here has any issue with what’s been going on?” “Sure they do. But everyone’s too afraid of Trenton to speak up, and terrified of what Oz will do if pushed too far. Seeing as how you're here, I guess they were right. Why are you here, Miles? Are you going to….” “I just want to talk.” Miles said, putting a hand in the air. “Oz told me you can all come back. He's just trying to protect his people. Please let Trenton know I’m here to negotiate. Nobody wants things to get bloody.” Dane looked down sadly. “I'll tell him, but I doubt he's interested in listening.” * “Do you think it's going well? I just saw Dane go back into the camp.” Tali said. Miyuki was laying in the grass nearby, basking in the shade of a large tree. “Beats me. I hate all this waiting though. I wish we had just marched down there kicked their doors in.” “No. We need to be smart here.” Gabriel said. “We want this to be peaceful. Not to mention there's more of them than us. I know we sorta thrive when outnumbered, but the terrain outside the village is flat. No trees or rocks to use as cover." “I don’t care either way.” Rocco said. “I do feel like we're dressed up with no where to go. Some action would be appreciated.” Rain didn’t find any enjoyment in the situation. Ever since they had arrived, she had been on edge. Normally, this would be a good thing, as danger was around every corner when they traveled. This felt different. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that wouldn’t go away. Tali seemed nervous too, but she seemed to worry anytime Miles was away, so that was normal. Rain checked her weapons for the fourth time while she waited for Miles to return. Miyuki sat up quickly, causing the others to jump up as well. “Did you hear something?” Rain looked around and did her best to listen to her surroundings. Rocco saw them first, as armed men came from behind them. The forest suddenly came alive as they were fired upon. Sticking close to the trees, they fired back as much as they could, but they were outnumbered, with more men weaving through the forest every second. Tali had abandoned her rifle for an assault rifle and was making her way toward her, while Gabe marched to the front in his armor. Rain fired when she could, taking down three men who were shooting at Gabe. As usual, time seemed to slow in the heat of battle. What was probably only a few minutes, felt like hours. Slowly, they began to lose ground, being pushed closer to the village, and farther from the cover of the trees. “It’s a fucking no-man's land out there!” Rocco yelled. “We gotta stay in the forest!” Gabe and his heavy firepower were the only thing keeping the wolves at bay, and Miles was nowhere to be found. Tali took a hit, but her armor seemed to absorb it. Miyuki and Rocco were nearly out of the forest, and Rocco’s arm was bleeding as he used his sword to combat the closest enemies. Rain was getting desperate, then she saw men rushing their way from the village. They were trapped. She saw something small and round sailing through the air coming right for them. Quickly realizing that it was a grenade, she aimed her pistol and fired. She missed twice, before her third shot hit, detonating it. Despite being in the air, the blast still knocked her heavily to the ground” “Rain!” Tali screamed hysterically. “I'm coming, just hold on!” She got up slowly as Tali gave up fighting, and tried to run to her side. She got hit with a spray of bullets, but didn’t seem too hurt, although she was bleeding from her leg and both her arms. Rain ran to her and reached her, but by then it was too late. They were completely surrounded and someone had a gun to the back of her head. With no other choice, they slowly laid down their weapons. Gabriel was forced out of his suit and their hands were bound in front of them. The fight was over. * Inside the village, the team was reunited. Miles was similarly bound, and they were lead to a small house. The man called Dane was inside, looking mournful. They were forced to their knees, and Rain’s swollen diaper was more noticeable than she would have liked. Dane looked down at them, his frustration evident. “I’m sorry, Miles. As soon as he heard you were here, he sent the men out the back to flank your team. He knew they had to be close. I didn't know.” Miles was completely calm. “What happens now?” “Now? Now, I try and get Trenton to let you go back to Oz. Now, I try to convince him to not kill you.” Tali was still bleeding heavily, but had at least been given a stim-pack. She looked up from the floor, her face looking just slightly afraid. Not for herself, but for the others, and for Rain especially. “Why did you leave Pride? You had a good life there. Was it something he did?” Dane looked at his feet. “No. I hate to say it, but it was jealously plain and simple. When we followed Oz all those years ago, most of us were just kids, lured by his idea making a truly safe community. He picked people to join us who had skills. Farmers, doctors, people like that. We were the muscle, and when everything was said and done I was proud, I was proud of what we helped to create.” “What went wrong? Why leave?” Rain asked. “Oz is a great guy, he is. He's a leader, and anyone whose met him can tell. He's got that charm, and he really cares about his people. But…..after a while, when everyone started just looking to Oz…I guess it felt like we were forgotten. We just wanted to make something that was ours, something out of the shadow of the great Oz.” “Hate to tell ya, but this place is a dump.” Rocco said. “Everything went wrong once we got here. We had trouble finding supplies to make homes. Our crops failed and we burned through the rations that Oz gave us. We traded for what we needed at first, but after a while, we just didn’t have enough to trade.” A man came in the room, along with two guards. “You're wasting your time Dane. We don’t have to explain ourselves to these killers.” “Trent, man, just let them go back to Oz. This has gotten out of control. They came to make peace.” Trenton laughed grimly, one hand pulling out a large caliber pistol. Rain noticed right away that it belonged to Miles. The black handgun had been decorated with a gold trim, and there was some small, gold writing near the trigger. It was unique and clearly custom made. Of course, like all things with Miles, he wouldn’t say where he got it. Trenton had it now, and he slowly walked along his line of prisoners, looking like a wolf surveying his next meal. “You think Oz sent them here to make peace? That’s pretty naïve even for you, Dane. You don’t send someone like Miles and his squad of….of assassins….if you want to make peace. They came to kill us, because Oz is too much of a coward to do it himself.” Miyuki snorted. “You fuckin serious? He has five times the numbers. He could squash you like bugs, and you know it.” Trenton walked over and kicked her in the ribs, hard enough that she screamed out. Rain struggled to free her hands. She was furious over such treatment. Trenton stopped in front of her next, and pointed the gun directly in her face. She tried to be brave, but staring down the weapon was too much, and she averted her eyes. “Looks like your new member isn’t all that tough, Miles. Maybe you shouldn’t recruit so young, eh?” Tali stood up and would have rushed him if the guards hadn’t stopped her. “I'll show you tough, you son of a bitch! Don’t you fucking touch her!” Rain was shocked at the anger in her voice. Tali was always so sweet and soft-spoken. Trenton turned on her next, kicking her over and over. He wouldn’t stop, even when she had fallen to the ground and stopped moving. Rain felt something boiling in her, a force she couldn’t explain. She felt at any minute, it would burst forth from her. But Dane stepped in finally. “Fuck man, leave her already. These guys used to help us! You’ve lost it.” Trenton pushed him aside. “I'm the one thinking clearly! I lead this group, not you! Everything here is my accomplishment!” “Your accomplishment….your responsibility, Trenton.” Miles said carefully, his eyes slowly leaving Tali’s beaten body. “Think carefully about your next move. Very carefully.” Trenton stood there, nearly shaking with rage. “I have thought, Miles. I think…..I finally realize what I should do.” He raised the pistol and fired three bullets into Miles’ chest. One bullet passed through him and blood poured from his back and pooled around him. As Rain looked on in horror, Miles fell backward, his eyes empty and lifeless.

And we're back, after a shamefully long time! I hope you enjoy! I do hope to updage significantly more frequently than I have been. Thanks for being so patent! Comments and questions are, as ever, the best. Chapter Three: Leaps and Bounds “Okay,” Bridget said, exhaling a long steadying breath, steeling herself. “I can do this.” <<I have every confidence in you, little one. You've already displayed a particular aptitude for stopping things from falling; all that remains is for you to apply that technique to yourself rather than to other children.>> “Right.” She was too focused on the task ahead to notice the insinuation in Val's encouragement. For the third time in as many minutes, she looked left, right, and left again, eyes peeled for any potential observers. But neither the cars nor the occasional pedestrian passing by noticed the girl leaning surreptitiously against a faded brick wall in an alley just off the main road. Which only made sense, of course; Bridget could feel the warmth of the concealing sheath of Voidwalker energy she'd built around herself. But still, there were enough butterflies in her stomach to populate several insect sanctuaries. Closing her eyes and letting out a grunt of effort, Bridget lifted off. The wind of her movement whipped her hair into her face, and its rushing filled her ears. For the single glorious moment of liftoff, the feeling of rising into the grey sky overwhelmed everything. She was a swimmer leaping off the block at the start of a race, casting herself into the void without a care. <<You see, little one? My estimates of your capabilities were, once again, flawless. Being a good girl and practicing so assiduously has produced excellent results.>> A satisfied smile crossed Bridget's cheeks, which became a gleeful giggle before she could even think to stifle it. Practicing in Val's lab had been fun, but it felt so much more real to be out in the world. With the houses and people that surrounded her reduced to tiny ants far below, it was truly exhilarating. Unfortunately for Bridget, while her brain was perfectly content to rest on the laurels of her first successful foray into aviation, her stomach found the aerial view much less agreeable. A sudden rush of nausea broke Bridget's concentration. She clasped her hand to her mouth, her momentum broken as her focus turned from lifting herself into the air to preventing the imminent loss of her lunch. As the energy of her leap faded, gravity naturally asserted itself. Her fall was slow enough at first that she barely noticed it, but then the sensation of being on the world's worst free fall ride came on her with overwhelming force. This, of course, only magnified her discomfort, shattered what was left of her concentration, and kept her from arresting her fall. Val's mental voice echoed in her head, trying to cajole her back to the level of focus she needed. Butt as the ground approached and the soft touch showed no signs of working, Val reverted to the same method so often used by parents of teenagers, one that Bridget's own mother had employed as part of her driving education curriculum: Incoherent, terrified screaming. This, however, proved no more effective. Bridget barely slowed, and it looked for a moment like her budding superheroine career would crash and burn. But, as Bridget's primate instincts took over and she tried to shield herself from the impact with her outstretched hands, she inadvertently released a pulse of gravitic energy that sent her bouncing, mostly unharmed, off the pavement and back briefly into the air, as though she were a human-sized stone being skipped across town by a cosmic giant. The surprise of finding herself hurtling up into the air again rather than an unfortunate stain on the pavement jolted Bridget back to her senses, and she was able, with some hasty coaching from Val, to turn her second fall into a more controlled hover. She touched down in a half-kneel, scraped, shaken, battered, and breathless, but intact. “Owww,” Bridget hissed under her breath. She grimaced and blew on her hand, hoping to ease the sting from where she'd inadvertently pummeled the asphalt. Amazingly, the impact hadn't drawn blood, even though her arms felt like someone had set them ablaze. <<Are you all right, little one? The damage we've sustained appears superficial, but perhaps it would be best to borrow a little life energy from a nearby human? We don't want you getting hurt any further, after all.>> N-no, this is nothing, I'll be fine. I'm\ definitely not stealing someone's energy for something as- she scowled in renewed pain, -minor as this. <<Very well. But if we suffer damage any additional damage, we're going to get you some life energy, and I won't hear any argument. Understand, little miss?>> Val said, the steel in her tone making it very clear that she meant every word. Uh-huh. <<Good. Let's get aloft.>> Shaking herself one last time to renew her focus, Bridget shoved the burning feeling in her hand aside and took to the air again. Her next few attempt was certainly an improvement over her first; she kept altitude for a whole twenty seconds before her body's instinctive fear broke through her mental defenses, and sent her tumbling earthward again. It took every ounce of grit she had, but on her second fall, she managed to control the descent a little bit better, giving her crucial seconds to prepare a smaller pulse of gravitic power, large enough to stop her falling, but small enough that it only bounced he a foot or so, instead of sending her on another gigantic skyward arc. A sudden pulse of worry came from Val, but Bridget managed to catch herself much more gently this time, and to avoid further bodily injury. Her pride, however, was quite another matter. “Dammit!” she cursed, loud enough that a pair of passing joggers turned their heads for a confused moment. Why can't I fly? Everyone with powers flies! Sami flies, Leanne flies, even Phoebe can walk on air. All I can manage are these stupid little frog-jumps. <<Little one,>> Val interrupted, kindly but insistently <<You've had all of a few weeks to practice, while every one of the examples you listed has had years to become accustomed to their powers. Even a newly-split Voidwalker does not gain full control of their faculties in that short a time.>> I guess, Bridget admitted grudgingly. I still look like a doofus though. << I'm afraid I do not concur, little one. The resemblance of your motion to any one of this planet's large variety of jumping amphibians, or of their mammalian variants is rather, oh, what was the human expression? Ah, yes, adorable. And as I recall, many human children enjoy pretending to assume the aspect of various types of non-human fauna.>> Bridget's cheeks flushed. Listen Val, that's- Wait. <<What is it, princess?>> Did you just say that a rabbit is a kind of frog? <<Are they not? I don't see how this is->> But Val's impeccably reasoned scholastic inquiry was rendered useless as Bridget collapsed into a fit of giggles at the thought of her oh-so-erudite passenger making such an elementary error. <<Truly the height of humor>> she grumbled. <<I'd like to see you correctly identify the taxonomic relationship of the zell and the mendat of Cygnus V without any prior knowledge or a xenobiology degree, missy.>> Bridget simply stuck out her tongue in response. <<Yes, yes, very mature, sweetie. I see you're getting quite the start being a good little froggy. Hop along, now.>> Part of Bridget wanted to protest Val's treatment, but she'd probably just get chastised again for wasting time. Besides, like Val said, there wasn't any way anyone would see her. And who knows, Val might even see how absurd an idea a nearly-grown girl pretending to be a frog was. Okay, space-mommy! “Ribbit!” Bridget launched herself into the air again for another gravitically-enhanced leap. She found it surprisingly easy and painless, without the need to worry about staying aloft, she was free to focus on softening her landing. It still took a bit for her stomach to get used to the constant ups and downs, but it was better than looking down at the ground and trying vainly not to think about how terribly far away it was, and how badly she could splatter on theasphalt if she lost control. It was just a simple, silly game, all to frustrate her passenger. <<You see? Remarkably effective.>> “Ribbit!” Bridget replied, landing once more in the middle of a small park before she launched herself again. <<Indeed. Now, we should discuss tactics for our approach. It's highly likely that Vector will have a number of devices in place to detect non-human or metahuman->> “Ribbit!” Bridget interrupted cheerfully, landing with a bounce and beginning another leap. <<-presence.>> <<As such, >> Val continued after a moment, <<it's probably our best option to investigate only the public-facing areas where security is likely to be most lax. If we avoid triggering any alarms or arousing suspicion, we should->> “Ribbit!” Val was silent, evidently uncertain how to react to having her lecture so summarily ignored in favor of silly animal noises. Bridget supposed that other Voidwalkers rarely interrupted the Chief Science Officer mid-exposition. Knowing them, there was probably some awful martial-law punishment for it or something. But Val couldn't very well punish her own host, so as Val described the sort of devices they might find to shed light on Voidwalker activities, she let out another “ribbit” with gusto. <<Well, I see someone is->> “Ribbit!” <<Really now, little one, there's->> “Ribbit!” <<Perhaps you'd like to stop->> “Ribbit!” Bridget objected. <<because we've arrived.>> “Ri-wait, what?” <<As I said, we've arrived. The primitive mapping program we consulted earlier indicated that the entrance to the Vector building is mere hundreds of meters from this location.>> A quick look around confirmed what Val had said. They had touched down at the edge of a lawn so impeccably manicured it might have been a golf course. A small, winding side street snaked its way from the main road, up a steep incline, and into the front entrance of a building that rested at the summit like a gigantic blocky white octopus, its wings splayed out like tentacles grasping the hillside. In front of the main building, a fountain burbled pleasingly, as clusters of casual-clad workers gathered at tables around it, taking advantage of the unusually warm day outside. Once again, Bridget was surprised that a secret stronghold of alien invaders looked so, well, boring, but there was no mistaking the place. The fountain was a circle surrounding a massive silver V, and the company motto hung in marble lettering above the front door. VECTOR.: TAKING THE WORLD IN A NEW DIRECTION. B-but how can we be here already? Bridget asked, now that there was no denying where they found themselves. We never even changed direction! <<Of course not, why would we? I pointed you properly at the outset, and we simply proceeded along a straight route. It would probably have been quicker if we could have simply passed through the rock below, but I suspect you'd find intangibility difficult to maintain along with cute frog-hopping.>> Still! That took, like no time at all? <<If you remember, I did suggest you'd find it easier to use our abilities if you stopped worrying and complaining, and let yourself have a little fun. It is gratifying that you heeded my advice.>> Bridget felt Val smile, a psychic expression of warm satisfaction, laced with just a touch of a smug smirk. <<I did, however, notice you were quite caught up in that little frog impression of yours. But then, I suppose I shouldn't be all that surprised. I recall Breanna was also quite focused when she was playing dinosaur. It seems that is merely a behavior common to all children.>> I-I'm not- Bridget began, but her protest was extinguished as a red blaze of embarrassment ignited in her cheeks. <<All right now, princess, playtime is over. Can you be serious for me?>> A small, defiant part of Bridget desperately wanted to reply with yet another ribbit, but she was sure Val would be furious, or just keep applying her scientific acumen to discovering hitherto unknown depths of human humiliation. But most annoyingly, she found that she couldn't deny that Val had been right. But there would be other times to consider how to win their argument. For now, there was infiltration to be done. Bridget closed her eyes, wrapped her gravitic stealth cocoon around herself again, and strode straight up the drive and toward the front door.

I am glad people liked the picture. Mr Bear was supposed to be leaning against Kristine's ankle reading a law book. Will have to update. I've tried reducing the number of 's' replaced with 'th' to make the sentences easier to parse, while maintaining an in text artifact of Kristine's lisp. Let me know what you think. No one stopped them from leaving Cassar Red’s residence. They found Tac and Gorgeous waiting for them. “Let’s go back to the inn; we can tell you what we found out,” Gwens told the other two. Kristine did not mind. She wanted to change her wet diaper. It felt a little saggier than she was used to. Mr Bear was much better at putting diapers on her than she was herself. Later, after Kristine had changed, the four of them sat around a table in a back room at the inn. “So, you find out anything useful or has this been an incredible waste of my time,” Tac asked. “Not that I am not used to Gorgeous wasting my time.” “Thut up Tac,” Kristine said. “Cassar Red told us that he was paid in True Gold.” Tac sat up straighter. “Damn.” “What ith tho thpecial about True Gold?” Kristine asked. “It’s not gold,” Gorgeous said. “True Gold is created by an alchemical process, and is one of the most magical of materials.” “The weaponised plutonium of out world,” Tac told her. “And therefore easily traceable,” Gorgeous told her. “But what if thomeone is counterfeiting it, or whatever?” The three women stared at Kristine as if she had just said the stupidest thing ever. She was seized by a desire to pop her pacifier in her mouth and disappear. She took a deep breath. “Why wouldn’t anyone?” “The Great Eleven,” Gwens told her. “Last time someone tried they killed him, his family out to three relations, his friends and their families out to three relations.” “That’th horrible.” “They are deadly serious about True Gold. No one but an insane person would try to counterfeit, and there is no way an insane person could.” Gorgeous’ tone made it clear she believed what she was saying. “Sound mind, sound body if you want to make True Gold,” Tac told her, leaning back in her chair. “So if Red told you he got paid in True Gold, we can find out where it came from.” “That is certainly going to make him look bad.” Gwens did not sound as if she was talking to them and more like she was thinking out loud. “I would not think he would ignore it.” “What’s he going to do? You already kicked his ass,” Tac said. At that moment it was as if the room exploded. Kristine was tossed through the air, her ears ringing. She bounced hard, things crunching under her as her armoured clothing smashed what was softer than it. Finally sliding to a stop, Kristine was lying face first in the dirt, her butt sticking up in the air. She hurt. Like a too hard day of physical labour hurt, with every muscle in her body protesting. She pushed herself up, rolled over onto her padded bottom and looked around. Perhaps a hundred feet from where she lay she saw the inn, but a large part of it had been smashed open. Something impossibly tall stood close to the destruction, looking around, its eyes glowing like searchlights. Its foot, easily the size of an SUV, kicked at the walls of the inn, destroying more of the building as the light from its eyes fell upon the wreckage. She had no idea what the giant was, other than a giant obviously, but she did not take well to being attacked. After calling her mace to her hand she teleported across the distance, appearing near one of its feet. She swung the heavy weapon out, figuring she would smash its feet so it would fall and put its head where she could reach it. Once, when she had been a kid, Kristine had taken an old wooden baseball bat and swung it as hard as she could against a tree. She did not recall why she had done such a thing, probably for a stupid, childish reason, but she did remember how much it had hurt her hands. The childhood sting in her palms now seemed like a gentle caress in her memory. Pain shot up her arms to her shoulders and she would bet a few of her fingers broke. The giant kicked her. No, to say it kicked her would suggest some intent on its part to hurt her. The action seemed more careless, even harmless, like a flick of a foot to chase off a kitten licking your toes. However, that flick sent Kristine flying again, this time crashing through at least one or two other buildings before she slammed into another and came to a stop about two hundred yards away. The light from the giant’s eyes fell on her. “What the hell are you doing? You really are a stupid baby,” Tac said from nearby. “I’m fighting the giant, and I am not a thtupid baby.” She pushed herself from the wreckage of the wall she had hit. She shook out her still stinging hands. The giant took a step towards her. That one step easily covered fifty feet. She was sure the ground should have shaken with that step, but it did not. She guessed it could not have snuck up on them if every footfall had been like an earthquake. Really unfair. “That’s not a giant you idiot,” Tac told her. “That is a War Titan. Its probably the most powerful thing on this mountain.” The War Titan took another step. “Teleport us out of here. Down to the station.” “Where are Gorgeouth and Gwenth?” She looked around. “Dead, probably. Who cares? We’re alive. Let’s stay that way miss pissy pants.” The War Titan took another step. It was much closer now. It looked down at Kristine. “I am not leaving them,” she told Tac, and ignoring the pain in her fingers she gripped her mace again. She teleported. This time high up, close to its head. It would be sure to feel this, she thought, slamming the weapon down onto a nose larger than she. And maybe the War Titan did feel it. But to Kristine, it looked as if she had not even hit that nose. No blood, breaks or bruising. But it did snap up a hand and slapped her down really hard, so it must have noticed. Kristine hit the ground hand, bounced, crashed through more buildings, was pretty sure some ribs broke. Her head was ringing even louder, and for several long seconds, she could not breathe. “It is going to kill you if you stay here any longer,” Tac said, leaping up onto a wrecked wall that had stopped her tumble in a bone bruising manner. “You’d need a team of combat focused Magical Girls with another team of support Magical Girls to take that thing down. Kristine was tempted to believe the Cat. “So let’s get out of here before it kills us.” Kristine got to her feet. She almost collapsed when a stabbing pain in her knee threatened to fold the joint under her. This was worse than when that monster had beaten her up when she had been purely mundane. “I am not leaving them,” she said. She wiped some blood from her face, probably from her nose. “You are an idiot,” Tac told her. The area around them lit up. The War Titan had crossed to them unheard, was staring down at them. Kristine spotted Gorgeous hobbling from a wrecked building nearby, supporting an insensible Gwens. “I’m not leaving them,” she said again, but as she stared up at the War Titan, she was not sure what she was going to do. Tac was right, it was the most powerful thing on the mountain. The War Titan pulled back its arm and lowering itself by dropping to one knee; it fired the punch at Kristine. Or maybe not the most powerful? “Mr Bear!” Kristine shouted. The teddy bear appeared in front of her, between the War Titan and Kristine. The bear stood about twenty feet tall, as large as Kristine had ever seen it. It was still smaller than the War Titan. The punch that hit Mr Bear drove the plushie back almost to where Kristine stood, snapped its seams and forced stuffing out of those rips. “The bear will never hold it back,” Tac shouted from some distance away, having already fled. Kristine knew that but ignored Tac. “Teddy Bear Pi’nic,” she shouted. Bears of shadow appeared all over the War Titan, grabbing it and punching at it. They were not doing it any real harm. However, it was, for a moment, distracted. Kristine Teleported up behind the War Titan’s head. She dropped upon the nape of its neck. She believed the War Titan was not aware of her for it did not react to her presence. Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, Kristine visualised what she wanted to do and then... She Pulled. It was the only way she could think of what she was doing. Her magic was like a muscle, and she was straining it for all it was worth. Kristine felt as if she was lifting something heavy. Too heavy for her and if she kept trying to lift it than something was going to tear. She did not stop though. Kristine was straining so hard she started to wet her diaper without noticing. Then, just as it felt something must inevitably rupture, Kristine, in effect, lifted a great weight. She teleported herself and the War Titan far into the sky above the mountain. The air around them was frigid and thin. Kristine released her hold on the War Titan and kicked away from it. The War Titan lifted its head, raising its chin until it was looking back at Kristine over its forehead. The two of them fell through the thin air. Kristine raised her hand and, with numb fingers, raised her hand and gave it the finger. Somewhere nearby there was a flash if light and a rumble. Kristine teleported back to the ground. When she landed, she fell hard to her knees. “Ow.” “What did you do?” Tac asked. Kristine lifted her hand, pointed up. There was a flash of light that lit up the clouds above them and then a boom that rattled windows. “What the hell?” Tac asked. There was another flash and a boom. “The Storm Eagles,” Gorgeous said from not too far off. “Tearing apart anything that flieth above the mountain,” Kristine said. She tried to smile, but it hurt too much. “Well shit,” Tac said as another flash lit up the area around them. Kristine pointing arm fell to her side as she passed out. When Kristine woke, she was one something soft and warm. Eyes still closed she snuggled up against it, ignoring the twinges of pain. She heard talking nearby. Recognised the voices Tac and Gorgeous. They were talking about what had happened, about any other threats that might appear. Kristine opened her eyes. She was in Mr Bears large, soft arms. He rocked her gently, and she felt tiny and very safe. Mr Bear looked down at her. She noticed a few patches of thin fur on him, likely were his seams had split and his stuffing had escaped. “Thank you,” she said softly. Mr Bear said nothing. He never did. He did however jam the nipple of what was easily a gallon sized baby bottle into her mouth. Kristine at first tried to spit it out, but Mr Bear held her and shifted the bottle around, so the nipple stayed firmly in her mouth. Then, as she tasted the bottle’s contents, which was like milk, but so much better, she found herself sucking at the nipple. At first to get a bit of a taste, to see if it was as delicious as she thought, and then, well, then she was just nursing without really thinking. She closed her eyes, sucking on the nipple, as Mr Bear gently rocked her. As her tummy filled the myriad of little pains faded and she started to feel energised. When she finished, Mr Bear had her up on his shoulder, patting her back and rubbing the back of her diaper until she burped with a blush. However, Mr Bear was not finished with her. Putting her back on his lap he proceeded to spoon feed her. Skillfully and without pause he pushed the baby food into her mouth. Again, she wanted to resist, but the taste and the way she almost craved it, had her eating each spoon-full. Finally, she had been fed to Mr Bear’s satisfaction and, after wiping her chin, he took her off his lap and placed her on her feet. Her tummy was almost painfully full, but all her injuries were healed, and her clothes neat and presentable. Mr Bear patted her on the head and then popped back to plushie size before falling into the diaper bag. Kristine closed the bag, which she had not summoned, and then dismissed it. “So the baby is all fed,” Tac said. Kirstine told Tac to, “Thut up.” Tac laughed. Gwens was sitting nearby, she was holding a bandage up to her forehead. “Are you all right Gwenth?” Gwens nodded. “Should be fine soon, thanks for saving me.” “Yes,” Gorgeous said. “That was quick thinking.” “Thank you,” Kristine said. For the moment they were treating her seriously. “Can you get us out of here now?” Tac asked. “Now that you’ve had your nap?” Kristine saw no point in yelling at Tac, so she instead just held out her hand. “Back to the tranthit station?” “Yes,” Gorgeous said as she helped Gwens up. Tac turned into a cat and jumped up onto Kristine’s shoulder. Gorgeous took her hand, her other arm wrapped around Gwens’ shoulders. Kristine envisioned the station’s platform and teleported away. One moment they were on the mountain, the next on the station's raised platform. Gorgeous released her hold on Kirstine’s hand and directed Gwens over to a bench. Tac jumped down and became a woman again. “I’m going to get us tickets on the first ship out of here,” Gorgeous said as she walked towards the ticket booths. Kristine took a seat beside Gwens. Her diaper crinkled under her as the padding compressed a little under her bottom. She pulled furtively at the hem of her baby dress, as if she could hide her diaper. “Were the other Nurthery Knights really that helpleth?” Gwens looked at her. She smiled sadly and nodded. “I suppose the magic made it difficult for them to develop. They always seemed much like they were when they became magical girls.” Kristine looked around to make sure Tac was not close. “Do you think I am going to regress.” She spoke carefully and through sheer act of will kept the lisp out of her words. Gwens shook her head. “I don’t know.” Kristine wanted to ask Gwens so many questions, and she wanted to pour out her worries out to the woman, but there was no time. Gorgeous was walking towards them, tickets in her hand. Tac was walking back towards her. Kristine stood, offered a hand to Gwens. “I got us a ride out of here. Leaves in two minutes.” “Where does it go?” Tac asked. “Who cares,” Gorgeous told her. “Fair enough,” Kristine said. “Not like I would know where we were going anyway.” They had a small, private compartment to themselves on the airship. Crowding in the four of them sat nearly knee to knee. Gorgeous spoke first. “Well, before we were interrupted…” Her matter of fact tone set Kristine, Gwens, and even Tac laughing. The three other woman, without their own Mr Bear to take care of them, still looked a little rough. Small scratches, bruises, damaged clothing. Gorgeous waited for them to stop laughing before continuing. “I suspect that Cassar pulled out his most powerful weapon. I would not be surprised if the news her had a War Titan working for him might even come as a surprise to people who probably feel that they should have known.” Kristine wondered who those ‘people’ were. Gwens and Tac seemed to accept the statement, so Kristine did not have an opportunity to ask. “He has some competitors that will be looking closely at him,” Gwens said. “Especially if we give them a reason to, all for a modest finder’s fee,” Tac said. Gorgeous shifted her attention to Tac, fixing her with an unblinking stare. Tac responded with a lazy shrug. “Girl’s got to have options.” Gorgeous seemed to give up for she turned away from Tac. “I suppose if he had sent out a War Titan and won that would have been one thing, but to send one out and lose…” “Ith he going to thwear revenge or anything?” Kristine asked. “I suppose he is not pleased with you, but him swearing revenge and him being able to do anything about it are two different things. I suspect that his resources will be being spent mostly to keep his competitors from his throat.” “Does a squid have a throat?” Gwens asked suddenly. No one answered her. “The real issue is Derrypiz, who is bound to hear that we met with Cassar and may have learned something as to where he is.” “Becauthe of the True Gold,” Kristine said, “and that it is eathily traced.” Gorgeous nodded. “So we may be very close to finding him, and he will know that.” “And he will try hard to do away with Gorgeous cause she is meddling,” Tac said, “so we still have time to abandon her.” “Shut up Tac,” Gorgeous, Gwens and Kristine all said at once. Kristine, of course, said ‘thut’. “Impressive and creepy at the same time,” Tac said but did not offer any other suggestions about running away. “How do we twathe the True Gold?” Kristine asked. “I have contacts that I could ask,” Gorgeous said, “but we already have a line of investigation.” “We do?” Kristine asked. “The Crown and Sword, the Duke of Threes,” Gwens said to Kristine in the same tone one might use to say to a toddler, ‘the cow goes moo’, and she made it worse by adding, “Remember?” Kristine was careful not to sigh. She could not really blame Gwens. “I remember.” “Even if the Duke of Threes did not give those coins to Derrypiz, he will be interested in learning that someone has used his coins to pay for something like this. He can track his coins far better than anyone else. However, I think the trail will end at the Duke.” She shook her head. “Why?” Kristine asked. “The Duke of Three likes mortals,” Gwens said. “So he liketh humanth? That doesn’t thound so bad.” The three looked at Kristine. “He likes them in the way a crazy cat lady likes cats,” Tac told her. “Oh,” Kristine said. “I am sure you heard stories about fair folk kidnapping humans and taking them away under their fairy hills?” Kristine looked towards Gorgeous and nodded. “The Duke of Threes is likely the one who is behind that.” “It was always considered rather pointless,” Gwens said. “Kidnapping ith pointleth?” “No,” Tac said, “that he thought he could keep humans alive here.” “The energies of the Magical Realm are not particularly kind to mortals,” Gorgeous told her. “Regular humans tend to die, wasting away, or they are changed into something that is not really human any longer.” “And then the Duke of Threes ith not longer interethted in them?” Gorgeous nodded. “That’th sick.” Kristine pounded her fist against her arm rest. The material cracked. “He’s all Catherine the Great and her horses,” Tac said lazily. Gwens and Gorgeous did not seem to understand the reference. “Figureth you would have heard that thtory,” Kristine said. “And who are you to thay that when you were going after Olivia?” Tac’s smile grew lazier if such a thing were possible. “Are baby’s diapers still in a knot cause this kitty got some?” “You are a bitch Tac!” Kristine yelled as she shifted forward, nearly putting her nose next to Tac’s. “Little girls get claw out spankings when they talk like that,” Tac told her, eyes narrowing. “Maybe I’ll take you up in the sky above Mountain Theven and let the Thtorm Eagleth play with you.” “I’d sink my claws into you and take you with me bitch,” Tac told her, barring teeth. “Will you two just either fuck or fight already?” Gorgeous told them. “This thing between you, what ever it is, is getting exhausting. Grow the hell up!” Kristine turned towards Gorgeous, opened her mouth, to defend herself. After all, she was the victim. But Gorgeous just raised her hand. “I don’t want to hear it. We have some planning to do, and unless you want to end up with the Duke of Threes zoo, you might want to take it seriously.” “Baby got scolded,” Tac said softly. Kristine noted Gorgeous did not say anything to her, but she supposed Gorgeous had been banging her head against that wall that was Tac long enough that she might want to take a break from it. Kristine sat back down, not noticing the slight squelch from her diapers. “Do we just go to the Duke of Threeth lands?” “He will be watching for us, if he is behind this. We may have to take a more circumspect route.” “What about the Ebony Zephyr?” Gwens asked. “Only old retired people with nothing better to do and the painfully dull take the Ebony Zephyr,” Tac said. “My class took a school trip on the Ebony Zephyr.” Gwens' tone was defensive. “You just walk right into these things, don’t you.” Tac was sneering as she looked at Gwens. Birds and cats, Kristine thought. “It’s a good idea,” Gorgeous said. “You are painfully dull I’ll admit.” “Tac, you are the only one in love with the sound of your voice.” Tac sat back with a rude noise as if offended that anyone could not be in love with her voice. “Old and retired is true, it also means powerful and influential. Even if the Duke of Threes thinks to have someone watching the Ebony Zephyr he won’t do anything about it. It will give us a clear run into this lands.” “What about when you are in hith landth?” Kristine asked, who thought it sounded a bit like walking into the lion’s den. “Once we are in his lands he is accountable for anything that happens to us. And I am an official of a moderately important organisation. He will think twice before he will do anything.” He will think twice, but he might still do something, Kristine thought. “I’ll admit that the Ebony Zephyr is the best option.” Tac did not look pleased to be admitting any such thing. “When this airship reaches its destination we’ll go dark as we can. Get a ride to the central station and then get on the Ebony Zephyr,” Gorgeous said. “Perhaps I should go back to the office,” Gwens suggested. Gorgeous nodded. “You did take a harder hit than the rest of us. Rest up and little and make sure we’ve got some backup if we need it.” “I know who to talk to." “You’re just assuming I’m coming along?” Tac asked. “As long as Kristine is coming you are coming,” Gorgeous said. “You’re still her liaison.” Tac made a disgusted sound. Kristine did not like it that Gorgeous just assumed she was coming, but at the same time, she could not fault her. It was not as if she had a choice. And it would be childish to argue. She did not want to do anything that might make her look childish. More childish. “I think,” Gwens said, “that Kristine was perhaps a little to focused on our talk.” There was a moment of confusion before everyone in the compartment realised what Gwens was getting at. Kristine was the last to recognise that she had messed her diapers. She was shocked that she had done it without noticing. “It’s all that milk and food Mr Bear fed you,” Gwens said with an understanding smile. “It heals you up, but it has to go somewhere.” She stood. “Let’s go find some place where your Mr Bear can get you cleaned up.” For a moment it looked like she was going to take Kristine’s hand like Kristine was a little girl who had to be led around. Which was likely true for the other Nursery Knights. She stopped herself just short of her fingers closing around Kristine’s hand, and Gwens drew her hand back, a small, apologetic smile on her face. “Right,” Kristine said as if it was perfectly reasonable and she was not humiliated. As she left the compartment she heard Tac say, “Gorgeous, next job you set me up for, make sure it is not a glorified babysitter and that my Magical Girl does not shit her pants every ten minutes.” The compartment door closed before Kristine could respond.

This is my first ABDL story and I hope I can stick with it. I also hope you guys enjoy it and any feed back would be welcome. Chapter 1 The music filled bar turned into a blur of colors as Levi threw back his head to empty the shot of rum down his waiting throat. The liquid burned all he way down and Levi coughed a little and shook his head reactively. “Looks like someone can’t handled his alcohol.” The voice came from his left and Levi glanced over to see a red-headed woman chuckling at him. “I can handled my alcohol just fine,” Levi answered back with tears in his eyes. “I just don’t like to make the shots look bad so I let them think they got the better of me.” He tried to laugh but it turned into a cough shortly after. In truth Levi never could handled his alcohol very well but that never stopped his urge to drink. The woman covered her mouth and giggled. “That’s a good idea. If the alcohol got wind of your strong tolerance it might stop working. It would be a shame if you sobered up on me.” Levi was finally able to stop his coughing and he was able to really take a good look at the woman. She was sitting on the barstool with her legs crossed and swilling her martini with an olive stick. Her auburn hair hung free framing her very pretty freckled face. She was still smiling as she watched Levi with interest in her stunning green eyes. Levi’s eyes couldn’t help but wander down to the shapely legs sticking out from under her tight black dress. From what he could tell she would easily be taller than himself; at a lowly five foot four, he was shorter than most adults. “And why would that be such a shame,” Levi answered back. He wouldn’t call himself a ladies man by any means. Usually women were put off by his height, but this woman seemed obviously interested in him. “Planning on taking advantage of me?” She giggled again. “You caught me. In fact I was actually planning on taking one of your kidneys.” Levi laughed. “If that’s all you wanted you could have just asked. I luckily have two and would gladly give one up to a pretty girl like you.” “Be careful now,” She said slyly. “Keep saying things like that and I may start to believe you’re flirting with me, and that may not be very responsible.” “Shit, you’re right,” Levi said, unable to hide his huge grin. This beautiful girl was hard core flirting with him and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t already infatuated. “But then again I didn’t bring a babysitter so I think I can afford to be a little irresponsible.” “Now that just won’t do. An innocent boy out without his babysitter?” She leaned in closer to Levi and took his hand. “I’ll tell you what little one. Because you obviously need looking after, I will be your designated babysitter.” Levi blushed when she called him “little one”. He had always been self conscious about his size but he tried to push it away, knowing she didn’t mean it as an insult. “Hmmm I don’t know,” Levi said, enjoying the game they were playing. “I’m feeling naughty tonight and I’d rather not be reigned in for my lechery.” He pulled her hand up and kissed it. She giggled again and pulled her hand away. “See that’s exactly why you need a babysitter. I will keep you in check and,” she leaned in and whispered the the next part in his ear, “punish you if you misbehave.” Levi felt a shiver go down his spine and he was instantly, and very noticeably, aroused. She leaned back and smiled as she looked down at the front of his pants. “That settles it. I, Becky Roberts, will be your official babysitter tonight. Now, little boy,” she said, overemphasizing the last words, “tell your babysitter your name sweetie.” He was now putty in her hands, and she knew it. “I have the pleasure of being Levi, and I guess I can trust you to be my babysitter, but I can’t promise I will behave.” Levi caught the eyes of the bartender and she came over. “Please make me, and the beautiful redhead here a trash can.” It might have been from all the alcohol he had consumed that night, but Levi was already in love. After about two hours of hard drinking and continuous flirting, they left the bar to get some fresh air and also do a bit of adventuring. The moment they stood up from their stools, Levi saw that she had a good five inches on him, which made him blush and look down at his feet. However, Becky was having none of that and she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bar with a giggle. “What do you do for a living,” Becky asked as they walked down the dark street, hand in hand. “I’m a phleb... a phlebobiss.” When Levi drank, his speech was usually the first thing to go and phlebotomist was not an easy word to say at the moment. “I stick needles in peoples arms. “Oh so your a nurse.” She chuckled. “Little nurse Levi. I would love to see you in one of those sexy nurse outfits.” “I wish I was a nurse. Thay make so much more money than me, and I would rock the hell out of that outfit.” Levi felt a quick swat on his backside; it wasn’t a hard swat but it caught him off guard. “Language little one, or I’ll take you over my knee.” She winked and Levi shivered with excitement. He seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight. The girl seemed to know exactly what to say or do to push his buttons. Levi kept worrying he was going to wake up soon and realize she was just a dream, but thankfully that haven’t happened as of yet. “So you take peoples blood then?” “Technically yes, but we are actually collecting the plasma from their blood.” “I hate needles,” she said cringing, “I don’t know how you can do that but it sounds cool.” “Funnily enough I hate needles too, but it’s actually pretty easy.” Levi was starting to feel the urge to pee and thought it best to speak up. “Hey could we maybe walk back toward a bar or something? I gotta use the bathroom.” They were currently walking past houses and to their left was an old elementary school. “Aww does my little man have to go potty,” she said, adopting a childish voice and making Levi blush. “Well have no fear babysitter Becky in on the case, and I’ve got a much better idea!” She stopped abruptly and pointed to the school. “How good are you and climbing?” Levi was taken aback. “You want to break into a school?” “That’s exactly what I want to do and I’m in charge so,” she stuck out her tongue, and pulled Levi toward the chain link fence. Levi had no choice to follow, and after much huffing and puffing, and a hole ripped in his shirt, they were over the fence, and shortly after that, through the window of the school. Thankfuly the window had been unlocked. “Now little man, lets find you a potty.” Once again she took his hand a led him through the school. “The school looked pretty old, though Levi knew it was still in use. However, it was currently the middle of summer so it had been empty for about a month now. Levi had never been to this particular school, but from how familiar Becky seemed to be with it, she must have went here as a kid. “Here we are,” she said, pushing open a door with the name “Miss Fitts” on it. “This in the nurses office and she’s got a much better bathroom than the kid’s bathrooms.” They pushed though the office which was filled with cabinets, cupboards, and a exam table in the center. To the very back was another door which was labeled “bathroom”. Becky pulled him back to the door and grabbed the handle, opening it. “Now can I trust you to go alone, or do want me to help?” Levi laughed and shook his head. “I think I’ll manage. I don’t think the toilet will swallow me up here.” “It had better not,” she said sternly. “I will be very upset if it does. Now hurry along little one, we don’t want you have an accident.” Levi laughed again and pushed into the bathroom. The room looked overall ordinary aside from the toilet, which was obviously made for a child so it was much shorter than he was used to. In his drunken state, he thought he had better sit down to pee rather than risk making a mess of the bathroom. Levi quickly finished up his business, then pulled his pants up, washed his hands, and exited the bathroom. When he came back into the nurses office he spotted Becky smiling at him with both of her hand hiding something behind her back. A drawer was slightly open behind her but Levi was unable to make out any of the contents. “What have you got there,” he asked. “Well,” she said, her smile growing bigger. “Considering the fact that I am your babysitter, I thought it would be fun if we both got more into our roles and as such,” she reveled the object from behind her back and Levi felt his face burn beet red. “No, there is no way I’m wearing that!” “Oh come on don’t be such a baby.” The irony of her goading wasn’t lost on him as he looked at the blue and white Pull-Up in her hands. The thing looked obviously big enough to fit Levi’s smaller frame, and the Blue’s Clues paw prints seemed to be staring at him mockingly. “The fact of the matter is I am not a baby and I don’t need diapers.” Levi folded his arms and looked over at the wall so he didn’t have to look at the thing. “It is not a diaper it’s training pants,” she walked up to him, threw her arms around him, and grabbed his chin. The next thing he knew, her lips were on his and he was lost in euphoria. It was in that moment he knew he didn’t want to be with anybody else for the rest of his life. It just felt right and that magic, everyone was always talking about when they fell in love, Levi felt a thousand times over in that moment. Her lips were warm and moist, and almost as if by impulse, Levi wrapped his arms around her and pushed his fingers into her sweet smelling hair. It was only a few seconds but it felt infinitely longer than those short seconds. When they pulled apart and he looked into her stunning green eyes, they both knew she had won. “Fine I’ll wear the damn thing.” She put her hand threateningly on his backside and warned, “Language.”

hi, so this is a small spinoff of "Thr Little Theif" by cute little kokiri girl and Diaper_teen66. and written by PinkTheDinosaur. this story is based on a fun idea pink and I had and I wrote. cute little kokiri girl would like to make this spot for any others who have some ideas for the Youth lock world and want to post them. Please message Cute little kokiri girl if you would like to add to the YT world and help expand it. How a businesswoman releases her stress. part 1 Youth lock, a genetic disorder the seemingly stops a person's body from maturing. Some see it as a gift, always looking young. Some see it as a curse, rarely ever looking older than 12 at best, and 6 at worst. No one really knows when, or why youthlocks first appeared. Genetic mutations? God? Who knows. As a youth lock, you'll typically have a few problems. The biggest problem is weak bladders, meaning most YT’s wear diapers or pull-ups for protection. Something YT’s will get is pubic hair. No one knows why, but they do. Some male YT’s will even grow chest hair, though that is uncommon. Most YT’s permanently remove their pubic hair as it interferes with clean up. Because of their appearance, and disability, YT’s are forced too many troubles. For starters, a youth lock cannot order or buy alcohol despite having ID. while they are allowed to drink in the privacy of their own home, they just can't buy it, The main reason why is because kids would make fake ID’s and try to buy alcohol. There are many other small problems like that, and a lot of YT’s don't know what to do with themselves. Some even just having mental shutdowns and never growing up. But for one YT, she wasn't like that. When Zoeandra was 6 she learned she had YT and would never look older than 6. At ten she researched YT’s and all of their problems. It was here that she decided to devote herself to helping YT’s. but how? Zoeandra not only studied but work very hard in order to save money. By 18 she got a small loan and started her own youth lock supply company. A company that makes all types of supplies for youthlocks. Form better and more absorbent diapers, to enter custom wardrobes that aren't from a kids section of a story and sold at an affordable price. By 25 she had greatly expanded her company greatly and became the number one in YT merchandising. By 32, she had expanded to more parts of the world. “WILDA!” Zoeandra screamed from her office as she looked through her paperwork. “Yes, ma’am?” Wilda, a tall busty woman with brunette hear asked as she walked into the office. Wilda was Zoeandra’s 12th secretary. As Zoeandra’s secretary, besides regular office work, you are also required to help take care of any of Zoeandra’s special needs. Such as driving her to and from work, changing Zoeandra’s diaper, and sometimes having to calm Zoeandra down when she gets overly stressed out and starts lashing out. Out of all the secretary's Zoeandra had 3 of them quit because they couldn't handle the diaper changes. 3 were fired because they were constantly late to pick her up for work, (her parents were killed in a car accident when she was 20 and she’s been scared to drive ever since.), 2 quit because they couldn't handle the responsibility, and 1 was fired because they tried to find something to blackmail Zoeandra with but failed. 2 were actually really good and were with Zoeandra for a few years before Zoeandra prompted them to run one of her companies. But Wilda was different. She was with Zoeandra for the last 5 years and has gone beyond what was called for. Everyday Wilda showed up early to pick up Zoeandra from her home. Sometimes even coming in to make breakfast for Zoeandra before bringing her to work. She made sure to always map out a schedule for Zoeandra so that she always was on time and always had lunch on time. Sometimes even making Zoeandra a homemade lunch. Zoeandra had to admit, she loved Wilda's homemade chicken strips. When Zoeandra would get overly stressed, Wilda new just the right thing to say or do to always calm her down. Only once two years ago, however, Zoeandra had a massive tantrum that caused Wilda to force Zoeandra over her lap for a spanking before sticking her nose in the corner for a timeout. 30 minutes later, Zoeandra calmed down and apologized to Wilda for how she was acting. But threatened to fire her if she ever spanked her again. Finally, the big thing Zoeandra loves about Wilda is that she is always taking care of her. Somedays Zoeandra would be so swamped with work she would stay extra hours and tell her old secretaries to go home and that she would call a cap. On those nights, she would work so late she wound up sleeping in her office. But with Wilda, when Zoeandra told her that, she clocked out and waited for Zoeandra to finish her work before taking the small woman home. On days like that Zoeandra would be so exhausted, Wilda would take her inside and put her to bed at first. Then eventually started making sure Zoeandra ate something, took a bath, and was put to bed. As soon as Zoeandra found out Wilda had done that on her own time, Zoeandra tried to promote her right then. But she turned it down. “If I were to leave, who would take care of you when you need it?” Wilda asked. So instead Zoeandra offered to make Wilda her personal assistant who will help her with anything she needed both at work and out and offered a very good wage. And despite the occasional slip were Wilda would slightly baby Zoeandra, she was very respectful to Zoeandra. “WILDA! Where is document 3327!?” Zoeandra yelled as she frantically searched her desk for the document. Wilda didn't say anything as she walked beside the desk and lifted a piece of paper that fell to the floor and set it on the desk. “T-thank you,” Zoeandra said as she took a look at the paper and started to sign it. While she was leaning forward, Wilda went behind her boss and pulled the back of her diaper to check her. “Wilda!” Zoeandra yelled and blushed as she was checked. “Zoeandra, how long have you been in a dirty diaper?” Wilda asked her boss with no reaction. When Zoeandra got focused on her work, she tends to forget her diaper and could be messy for hours without knowing. Zoeandra just blushed and turned away from Wilda. So Wilda picked up Zoeandra and laid her on the changing table in the office. “How much work do you have left?” Wilda asked as she removed the diaper and started cleaning the mess. “I'm almost done. Just need another 20 minutes before I'm done.” Zoeandra told her as she let Wilda do her job. “Good, because this weekend is your “Relax” weekend,” Wilda told Zoeandra who couldn't help but have a little smile as the new diaper was taped on. As soon as she was sat back at her desk Zoeandra quickly finished her work in just 12 minutes just to get out as soon as possible. As Zoeandra and Wilda walked threw the company, most greeted her with the utmost respect she deserved. Some even coming up to their little boss and asking for advice or help with something. “Hey boss, how many youthlocks does it take to screw in a light bulb?” one of her employs asked as Zoeandra was walking past. “none, we cry until someone does it for us.” Zoeandra finished the joke. This was the type of environment Zoeandra had wanted for her company. One were everyone joked and respected one another. Were anyone could make a simple joke without offending someone. And where people were reworded not on what they looked like, but there work ethic. But as Wilda opened the back door to her car for Zoeandra to walk into, she also knew there was more to her company then the happy parts. As Wilda began to drive, Zoeandra grabbed her black “special” bag she had Wilda hold onto. Inside was everything she needed for her weekend. Owning a big company has been one of the most stressful things in Zoeandra’s life. Hence why she needed someone constantly around for the times it just gets too much and Zoeandra starts freaking out and needs someone to calm her down. But even with Wilda and all the help she gives Zoeandra, it was just not enough. Zoeandra needed something to help relieve her stress. Something that didn't involve Alcohol, or expensive spa weekends. But Zoeandra couldn't think of anything until Wilda suggested something 2 years ago. As Wilda pulled up to a nice size apartment building she got out and opened the back door of her car. “You ready sweetheart?” Wilda asked. “Yes, mommy!” Zoey cheered as a little girl in a bright yellow sundress and pigtails got out of the car with her princess Fefe backpack. Fefe is a witch princess who was kicked out from her home and all most killed by her mom and dad because she has YL. she is then saved by a maid and they go far away were Fefe learns magic and goes on an advancer's with her magic stuffed cat toy Nanny. She was Zoey’s favorite cartoon character. As Zoey took mommy's hand, they walked to the door and knocked. A few moments later a young man about 19 came over and opened the door. “BIG BROTHER!” Zoey yelled as she rushed over and gave the boys leg a hug. “HEY ZOEY!” the boy said happily as he picked up the small girl and gave her a hug. “You ready for this weekend?” “YA!” Zoey cheered and Wilda giggled. “Remember, she needs a nap here soon,” Wilda told her nephew. “And don't go overboard on the snacks this time.” “AWWWW!” Zoey pouted upon hearing that but started to giggle as Wilda kissed her check. “You be good now, you hear?” Wilda told Zoey before giving her nephew a kiss as well. “You too, I'll be back to pick her up on Monday. Ok, Danny?” “Don't worry, she’s in good hands,” Danny told his aunt. “By! Love you!” Zoey yelled as she waved goodbye to Wilda before she was brought inside. 2 years ago, Zoeandra had to throw a big dinner party for people that would possibly work with her company. But some complications happened at Zoeandra’s house so she couldn't hold it there and no restraint could squeeze them in on short notice. Thankfully Wilda offered her home for the night and the party went off without a hitch. But Zoeandra soon found herself board as most of the conversations were about work and a lot of the gest tend to talk with each other. Heck because of how small Zoeandra was, most forgot she was even there. So bored out of her mind, she decided to look around Wilda’s house. It was a nice house and this was the first time Zoeandra had been there despite knowing Wilda for years. Something Zoeandra noticed was a slightly opened door with stairs leading down and strange noises coming from below. Zoeandra was curious and went down. That's when she met Danny for the first time. “Oh, didn't know someone was bringing a kid here,” Danny said not knowing who Zoeandra was. “Is it getting boring up there?” He was 17 and sitting on his bed playing video games. His aunt asked him to stay down here while the party was going on. His aunt already got him a pizza and some snacks to keep him occupied while the party was upstairs. “Would you like to have a turn?” Danny offered his controller to Zoeandra. Zoeandra took the controller and thought why not. Play a game for a few minutes then go back up to the party. Wilda went looking for her boss 20 minutes later to find her eating a slice of pizza and yelling at Danny to do something on the game before cheering as they beat a level. Wilda couldn't help but smile as she knew Zoeandra wasn't having fun before and honestly, didn't mind letting her boss stay down there with her nephew to have some fun. Wilda even came back and gave Zoeandra a sippy cup of juice before going back and dealing with the party. No one else seems to notice Zoeandra was gone and as everyone left around 11, Wilda went back to check on her nephew and boss. Her son was still playing his game at a quieter volume while Zoeandra was passed out on his lap. “Hi, aunty. Are her parents picking her up?” Danny quietly asked as he helped his aunt lift the sleeping girl up. “No, she’s going to be staying the night here with us,” Wilda whispered. “Why?” “She’s my boss,” Wilda told her nephew with a small smile as Zoeandra stuck her thumb into her mouth and started sucking on it. Zoeandra woke up the next morning wearing one of Wildas smaller t-shirts as a nightshirt in a guest room. Beside her were her clothes from the night before already cleaned and folded by the bed. When Zoeandra saw Wilda, Wilda asked how her night was. “That was probably the best night sleep I've had in a long time,” Zoeandra told her. Upon hearing that, Wilda decided to Ask her boss if she would like to make a new business deal. Zoeandra didn't want a “mommy” or “daddy”. No one would ever replace her real ones. She was ok with a caregiver only because she was still the one paying for them. And each one had to show Zoeandra with at least a decent form of respect. But after that night, Wilda figured out the best way for Zoeandra to relax was to turn off her Adult side and not worry about anything. But if she didn't want a mommy or daddy to look after her, what could she use to help with that? Why not a big brother? Danny was already about to start college and his part-time job sucked. Wilda was really worried her nephew wouldn't be able to concentrate on his school work and have his part-time job that gave him crazy hours. So Wilda offered Zoeandra and Danny a beneficial business relationship. For a set amount of money, Danny would be Zoeandra’s “big brother” every other weekend. Here she would be able to play and be a kid and relax for 2 and a half days. While Danny got paid and could focus on his schooling. At first, neither liked the idea, it just seemed to weird. Then it just clicked for them and it became a natural thing. Every other weekend Zoeandra would become Zoey and she would be staying with her “big brother”. “Ok Zoey, you ready for your nap?” Danny asked as he walked into the living room. “NO!” Zoey yelled not wanting a nap yet. She wasn't even sleepy yet! “Are you sure?” Danny asked. “Ya! I don't want nap!” Zoey told him. Danny knew just what to do. “Then why not a story real quick. Then we can play some games.” Danny offered. “Ok!” Zoey told him. She really did enjoy being read too. Still carrying Zoey, Danny grabbed a book and sat on his couch as Zoey nestled right in to enjoy the book. Danny turned on some lullaby music before he started to read the book. Zoey none the wiser as she slowly started to nod off from the music and story. Soon she was asleep on Danny’s lab covered up and sucking on a pacifier while Danny got on his laptop and worked on a school project. About an hour and a half later, Danny gently shook Zoey up. “Hi, sleepy head. How was your nap?” Danny asked. “Cood,” Zoey said behind her pacifier as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Danny lifted her up and took her into the kitchen where he sat her down on a booster seat and got her a snack. After having some chocolate pudding and making a little mess on her face that Danny had to clean up, it was time to play. Zoey had her own toy box here where she had got herself a few toys. But a lot of them were stuff Danny and Wilda had gotten her to play with. But what Zoey liked was to play on Danny's PlayStation. She loved playing persona 5 and kingdom hearts 2. Or just sitting next to Danny as he played one of his games and just watch. This time, she watched him play a game about giant robots fighting each other. Gundam something or other... After 2 hours Danny made a simple dinner of mac and cheese with hotdogs before checking Zoey's diaper. She was very wet. “Zoey, why didn't you tell me you were wet?” Danny asked. Zoey just blushed and looked ashamed. She was having fun and didn't notice. “I sowey,” Zoey told him. Danny just signed. “It ok, at least it's time for a bath now,” Danny told her. Hearing this made Zoey’s eyes light up. She lived bath time! Dan didn't need to say more as Zoey was already getting undressed and was bouncing with excitement for her bath. Dan laughed as he started the bath and asked some bubbles to it. The tub wasn't even halfway full when Zoey jumped in and splashed Dan. HEY!” Dan yelled playfully as he splashed her back. Zoeandra didn't have a tub at her house, just a shower (specially made for her) so she never understood how fun a bath was. That is until Zoey’s first bath where she was able to play in the water with her toys. Part of her wanted to get her own bath for her house but decided against it as it would take away from the feel coming here did. Dan helped get Zoey clean before he rinsed her off and let her play in the water for a while. When it was time to get out, Dan had to forcefully drain the lukewarm water to get her out. Much to her pouty displeaser. Next came the thick night time diaper and pink bunny footie pajamas. Zoey giggled as she hopped around in her bunny outfit and played for another hour before it was time for bed. Dany cradled the little girl in his arms on the couch while one had held a bottle of warm milk and the other a book. This time Zoey managed to stay awake through the book and bottle but her eyes were very heavy. “You sleepy?” Dan asked. “nowww.”Zoey slurred sleepily as she rubbed her eyes trying to stay awake. Dan picked her up as started patting her back as he walked her into his bedroom. Zoeandra had to use a special crib because she rolled around in her sleep so much, but Zoey didn't have a crib here. As Zoey let out a burp, Dan placed the little girl on his bed by the side of the wall and placed a long pillow between her and him. Dan was a little worried at first about sharing a bed with her, but after some time, they both liked it and Dan found it cute some mornings when he would wake up to Zoey hugging him in her sleep as she rolled over the pillow. As Dan got into bed he gave Zoey a good night kiss on her head. “Good night baby sis,” Danny said as he turned out the light. “Coo mifh bwig bworfer!” Zoey told him, “I wove u.”

I'm curious if anyone would be interested in reading a short ABDL/BDSM story of a young/headstrong college student who ends up finding out that her shy/dorky professor is incontinent and has to wear diapers?

I’m glad some readers were able to help clarify parts of the last chapter. Hopefully this chapter is a bit more straight forward. Thank you for the feedback and clarifications. Please let me know if parts of the story do not make sense. Dave Smith and the Family Curse Part 4 “Oh sweetie, you poor thing. Dave’s mother, Cindy, said with a small pout on her face. “Don’t worry, accidents happen. We’ll have this all cleaned up in no time.” She said as she removed the wet sheets from the bed. Dave looked up at his mom with a stunned look on his face. “I…I can’t believe this happened.” Dave hadn’t wet his bed since he was 4 or 5 years old. “It’s probably just stress from your first day at school. It happens to a lot of boys your age. Now stand up slowly, remove your PJs, and go take a shower. I’ll handle the bed and laundry.” Cindy said as she walked out of his room to retrieve a laundry basket. David shook his head and muttered a low “Right, accidents happen.” As he removed his PJ bottoms and placed them on the already wet bed, he noticed his underwear were totally drenched. He closed his eyes, breathed a deep sigh, and let his chin drop to his chest. With his head hanging in shame, Dave walked into the bathroom to shower. The rest of the morning passed without anything significant happening. Dave showered, ate breakfast, and left for school. His mom was still scrubbing his mattress as he said goodbye and left to catch the bus. To her credit, she was doing a good job at keeping a positive attitude about her son’s accident. Dave was quiet in class for the most part. Not that he had much of a choice. He couldn’t really talk or joke around much since his desk was directly in front of his teacher’s. Darlene sat to his left and a Joanne sat behind him. Joanne had red hair and a giggly attitude. She was the class gossip. Dave overheard Joanne telling Darlene how she spent time in New York over the summer and she absolutely loved it. “I have family in Albany.” Dave added to the conversation. “I haven’t seen them in years though.” Darlene looked directly at Dave, pointed her index finger in front of her face and said “Shhhh. Little Davey, face forward and sit still like a good boy.” Joanne immediately started to giggle as Darlene spoke down to Dave like he was a small child. Dave’s face immediately turned deep red as he felt a burst of embarrassment and anger. On any other morning David would have easily shrugged off Darlene’s aggravating remark. However, he was still on edge and feeling vulnerable from his bedtime…incident. He tried to think of a witty retort. Unfortunately, his emotions were clouding his mind and he couldn’t think of a clever response. Since he couldn’t think of anything to say he simply gritted his teeth and faced forward as he was told. Joanne now started to outright laugh as David quietly complied with Darlene’s order. Seeing she had clearly struck a nerve, Darlene seized upon the opportunity to twist the dagger a little more. She leaned closer to Dave’s desk and in a syrupy sweet voice said. “Awww is little Davey angry? Is he going to cry?” Darlene put on a little frown and made a pretend crying gesture. David felt his body temperature rising. Darlene was getting under his skin and he knew it. He sat still and stared straight ahead in an attempt to block her out. Darlene leaned even closer towards David. “Maybe you should put your little thumb in your mouth to help you calm down?” Putting an exaggerated, innocent look on her face, she then put her fist in front of her mouth in a mock thumb in mouth gesture. Dave snapped, he jumped up from his chair and turned to put this haughty bitch in her place. He pointed his finger at Darlene and in anger spoke much louder than he intended. “How dare you…” David suddenly flinched with surprise as he was interrupted by a loud, authoritative voice. “How dare you young man? How dare you raise your voice in my classroom?” Miss Eldritch was standing no more than 5 feet away from David and stared at him angrily. David stood there stunned, mouth wide open. The entire class had fallen silent and all eyes were on him. Miss Eldritch waited a moment. When it was clear David was not going to be the first to speak, she broke the silence. With an edge to her voice she asked “What would cause you to make such an outburst? You had better have a good reason Davey.” Dave stood there thinking to himself. He absolutely did not want to announce in front of the entire class that he lost his cool because Darlene told him to suck his thumb. That would only help destroy his social status and invite future mocking from his fellow students. Dave lowered his head, too embarrassed to look directly at his teacher. “…I don’t know?” Was all Dave could mutter. He felt hot all over. His skin burned with embarrassment and shame as he stood in front of the entire class, dumbfounded. “You don’t know? You don’t know why you jumped out of your seat and began to yell in my classroom? Fine.” Miss Eldritch walked up to David and stood right next to him. In her high heeled shoes, she easily stood a foot taller than the young boy. Looking practically straight down at him she said “If that’s your only answer, I want to hear you apologize to Darlene.” David was stunned as he looked up at his teacher. He then turned to Darlene, who sat at her desk with a surprised expression upon her face. Seeing David looking at her, Darlene quickly regained her composure. She looked him square in the eye and put on a very condescending smile. “Well?” Miss Eldritch said impatiently. “Ahhh” David began. “Ahem” Dave needed to clear his throat and give himself a moment. He was still really angry and the entire class was watching as he had to stand there and apologize to his arrogant classmate. He could feel hot tears start to swell as Darlene sat there grinning snidely at him. “I’m sorry Darlene.” David said in a shaky voice. “Sorry for what?” Miss Eldritch took a tone that an adult would take with a young child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “I’m…I’m sorry being rude to you.” Dave saw the grin widen across Darlene’s face as he said the words. Darlene turned to look at her teacher and spoke loudly and clearly enough for the entire class to hear “Thank you Miss Eldritch.” She then looked back at David “And thank you. I accept your apology, little Davey.” A loud “HA!” rang through the room. Miss Eldritch quickly looked towards the back of the class. “Ryan Miller, I’m going to have a word with you after class for that!” Dave had to tighten his jaw after he heard Ryan’s mock laughter. He was trying hard to fight back the tears. This was so unfair. “You may sit down now Davey.” Miss Eldritch said as she walked back to take a seat at her desk. “Now, everyone get out a pen. We’re having a quiz on the summer reading everyone was supposed to complete.” Dave sat down and took out a pen. He stared straight down at his desk. He absolutely did not want look over at Darlene. Out of the corner of his eye he could see she was staring at him, goading him to look over at her. He would not take the bait. As Miss Eldritch handed out the quiz, Dave did his best to take steady, even breathes. He needed to calm down. If he could only clear his head he was sure he would do fine on the quiz. He really enjoyed the book that was assigned as summer reading and he read it cover to cover. Dave felt more confident after each question he answered on the quiz. After he wrote down his final answer he sat silently at his desk until time was up and Miss Eldritch collected the exams. “You can talk quietly amongst yourselves while I grade the tests.” Miss Eldritch put an emphasis on the word “quietly”. Dave sat staring at his desk. He was still in no mood to speak with anyone. He could hear Darlene and Joanne whispering to each other even as he did his best to block out their conversation. Joanne steadily giggled throughout the conversation and David couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about him. They gave no indication that he was actually part of their discussion but he had a hard time putting the thought out of his head. Finally, Miss Eldritch spoke up “OK class, since this was your first exam with me I’m going to tell you how this works. I know tests can be very stressful for people. Studies show that music helps calm people down. Therefore, I have my laptop configured to the 4 wireless speakers in each corner of this class. It’s not loud but you will all be able to hear it. I let the student with the highest test score choose a streaming radio station to play one song from before the end of class bell rings.” Miss Eldritch stood up. “Now, we have about 10 minutes until the end of school. The person with the highest test score is Davey Smith.” Miss Eldritch smiled and handed Dave his quiz. He scored a perfect 100%. “OK Davey, feel free to choose any of the stations I have saved in the music list of my laptop. I’ll hand back the rest of the quizzes while you make your choice.” Dave stood up and had a big smile on his face. The tension he had been feeling seemed to drain right out of him. “Come on Dave, make it a good one.” David heard, Ryan Miller say from the back of class. As Dave walked up to the laptop, several students asked him to choose their favorite stations. As Dave looked at the choices of streaming radio stations, he thought “This is it.” This is my chance to show the rest of the class that I’m actually a cool kid, not some child to be picked on or spoken down to. Then he saw it, about half way down the list was one of his favorite Rock stations. KBLAM radio, all rock, all the time. He heard Miss Eldritch ask “Have you made a choice Davey? I’m done handing back the quizzes.” “Yes, I’m clicking on the station now.” As Dave walked back to his desk he thought to himself “Maybe she will stop calling him “Davey” after this?” Dave was all smiles as he sat at his desk and waited for his random Rock song to begin. He was hoping it would be something really cool. The class became silent as they heard the wireless speakers crackle to life. All the students could now hear the soft but clear voice of a female radio announcer “And that ends our commercial break. Now back to 30 minutes of pure music.” Dave was almost shaking with anticipation. First the instruments began to play. The melody was soft and the music coming from the speakers was clear as a bell. Dave was confused at first, the melody sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite place song. It was definitely not the rock music he was expecting. After a few more seconds it hit him, he remembered exactly what song this was. His smile faded, he could practically feel the blood drain from his face. He just happened to look to his left , his gaze locked with Darlene’s as a female musician began to sing. “Rock-A-Bye Baby, in the tree top” Darlene’s mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide as she stared directly at David. “When the wind blows, the cradle will rock” Dave shook his head from side to side. “This…this isn’t what I chose.” “When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall” Darlene burst out laughing “Bahahahahaha”. She nearly fell from her desk as she leaned over in a fit of laughter. “What the heck?” Was all Joanne could say before she too burst into laughter. Dave just looked around the class and continued to shake his head no. “And down will come baby, cradle and all” The melody continued and lyrics repeated one more time. As the song finally came to an end, a surprised Miss Eldritch stopped the streaming music. Some students were laughing, others were shaking their heads in disbelief, Ryan Miller’s voice could be heard saying “What a dork.” Dave just wanted to disappear. How could this have happened? Once again he could feel his skin burning. He could feel the hot tears welling up. Darlene and Joanne were still laughing. “OK class, settle down.” Miss Eldritch called out. Dave looked over at her. She had her hand in front of her mouth and was clearly trying to stifle a laugh. She closed her laptop. She had a small smile on her face when she said “You know Davey, if you wanted nap time instead of music time you only had to ask.” She then gave a small laugh as the final bell began to ring, marking the end of the school day. David jumped up from his desk and ran from the classroom. He didn’t bother grabbing his books or backpack. He just wanted to get away from his fellow students as they laughed at Miss Eldritch’s last remark. As David entered his living room and closed the front door he heard his mother call to him from upstairs. “David, is that you? Can you come up here please?” David slowly walked upstairs. His feet felt like lead. His throat was dry. He felt miserable. He walked down the hall of the second floor and looked into his mother’s bedroom. She wasn’t there. “Ma?...Where are you?” Dave called out. “I’m in your room sweetie.” Dave walked through his bedroom door to see his mother standing next to his bed. It didn’t have any sheets or blankets on it. There was only one cover on his bed. This was his breaking point. Tears started rolling down his face. He put his hand over his eyes as he began to sob. After the day he had he just couldn’t handle looking at the dull yellow, rubber sheet. His mother looked confused. “Sweetie, it’s only a rubber sheet. There’s no need to cry about it.”

The law thing is unfortunately a gray area. DD does well to avoid it even if it were technically legal. You get known as even a (soft) kiddie porn site, you're going to have a lot of trouble. There was another popular site years back that enticed a rather stupid mother to allow her daughter to be used for diaper photoshoots. The person who was responsible for this was already a registered sex offender (though was masquerading a disabled woman on the forum). I believe both the offender and the site operator ended up in rather protracted criminal proceedings.

Birch House Chapter 16 --- Becca --- I felt my tail tuck itself firmly into the crevice of my ass. Only, I was fucking freaked out and my thighs were squeezed too tightly for my tail to curl around the front. It ended up pressed into my ass and nestled into the valley down the back of my thighs. I sniffed the air and felt bile rising at the back of my tongue. The hair on the nape of my neck began to rose in response to the danger. “What’s wrong with you?” I found myself asking him/it despite my fear. I had no idea what the fuck was going on. I just knew something was badly wrong with this old shit. He seemed sick just to my sight, but I could smell wafts of… wrong coming off him. I kept sniffing at the air and edging around his/my livingroom getting slowly closer to him. I was afraid for my safety. He didn’t look like he could do me any physical harm, but today hadn’t exactly been playing fair with the laws of nature and shit. I wanted answers, but the smell was causing feels that I didn’t know what to do with. The smells were making me feel… sympathy. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked again. Creepy McCreepersen just kept smiling and waiting like old people do, all patient and shit. I took a tentative step closer to him as I neared his corner of the room. I sniffed wildly to try and address the unease the smell was causing. “I have smelled this before.” I told him confused. “I doubt you have my dear.” He said with his old patient whistley voice. His terrifying voice reminded me of a door in bad need of oil. It caused a shift in the hair on my back and I felt myself do a full body shiver like a dog after a bad sneeze. I huffed at him out of my nose a few times. His shriveled up arm lifted off the armrest of his chair. His age spot riddled hand made a welcoming gesture and offering me a seat on his footstool. It took like six days for him to make the movement and set his arm back down. I had plenty of time to decide his decrepid legs weren’t in any shape to allow sudden moves. In fact, I was fairly certain that his shins would snap in half if they tried to bare his weight. I gained a small measure of confidence. I tugged the footstool back out of arm's reach before I sat just incase something unexpected happened. Sitting down and fidgeted a minute still not used to my extra appendage. I took my eyes off Mr. Crypt Keeper long enough to look directly at my tail and scoot my ass back far enough it could comfortably lay against the back of the foot stool. Well, there’s some new weird shit for you to deal with! Sitting with a tail is more difficult than you’d think! There’s like bones and shit in there... “Now as to why your presence was requested.” He said slowly. I had time for a spare thought while he reloaded his lungs. OMG! If I could reach down his throat and pull out his words this would go a lot fucking faster! “Requested? You mean you’re gonna tell me how you dragged my ass here and where the fuck we are?” I barked at him. “That’s my intention.” He said calmly. “Hey Creepy! Speed this shit up or I’m gonna bail.” I tensed getting ready to stand. “No need young one. Sit Rest your mind.” He told me and the grey part of his eyes stormed with movement. I felt calmer immediately. My frizzled hair laid down against my back and my tail stilled it’s sweeping tempo. I felt my shoulders slump as my mouth gaped a bit letting my tongue lull to the side of my lower canines. I slurped up some saliva and said, “What did you do to me?” “I suggested that you Relax a tad.” He smiled the smile of someone who’s hiding things. I wanted to get upset and let that anger ignite me, but I couldn’t find that seed of fear I’d been nurturing. I just knew I should feel scared and angry, but I didn’t. I whimpered at the loss of control, “Fine. I’m relaxed... against my will.” “Quiet, I’d imagine. My apologies if you are offended.” He offered. “Just stay there and no sudden movements. No more suggesting anything either.” I growled. That was all the menace I could muster. “Talk then. I’m sure my friend is freaking out about now. It’s not been a normal day for us.” I told him coldly. “As you wish. I can unravel some of today’s mysteries. My Dear.” He told me slowly… Slowly but with total confidence. “Where’s Molly?” I asked needing to get that out of the way. “Can you promise me she’s safe?” “We are here between moments young one. My body is old and not long for this world, but my mind remains very sharp.” The Crypt Sloth told me. “Where’s Molly? You didn’t answer me.” I insisted as animatedly as his Relax would let me. “She is in the moment after. She may see you blink out and back into existence, but it will be so quick she will doubt herself. For now.” Creepy-Sloth-Talking dude told me. “I am a very old man and you are a very young woman. Though things are different now. You’ll find more years than anyone born your same year, should you not find yourself mortally wounded that is.” He nodded smiling like that should make me happy. Or, like it should make fucking sense! “Look, is Molly OK. Yes or no.” I told him simplifying my needs and feeling like i was writing a letter in grade school. “Circle it if you need too.” I mumbled unable to keep my sarcastic mouth closed. “She is and will be.” He smiled somehow slower than he talked. “Oh My Gawd Dude. You know how characters in movies confront the bad guy and get the vague scary asshle answers, and for some fucked up reason no one calls ‘em on it.” I huffed. “And you Dear?” He asked sounding like a dark lord of the Sith. I cocked my head sideways, “I fucking ask! You don’t make no damn sense. I woke up looking for Red Ridinghood and ate raw bacon and scent marked my friends floor! Then I finally find a bit of peace, and now I’m fucking here. You’re saying words and shit. I understand them, but they don’t fucking mean anything the way your putting ‘em together!” I barked at him finding myself less Relaxed. “Interesting. RELAX.” He said softly but with those swirly eyes of authority. I felt the tingles that stilled my tail and laid my hair down, but they didn’t stick. My hair bristled and my tail went rigid behind me. I flexed my claws on my knees and scooted my toes back against the footstool preparing to do… Something. “PEACE!” The ancient old bossy ass man said. I felt a blanket of calm radiate from him and lay across me like a fleece on a cold night. “I don’t want peace! I want out of here!” I mustered around his Peace. “You will leave here unharmed and unaltered in but a few moments. I can’t hold the space between moments long.” He acknowledged. “I’ll go back? Molly will be fine?” I asked. “I hope to send you back fine to a fine friend with more information Dear. That is all.” He smiled. “Fine, say your say.” I told him trying to wait patiently and failing catastrophically. “You are safe. I will not harm you. I am this way because I swore against harming another.” He looked convicted convincing me to actually relax a bit. “Ok. So picture touchy, then freaky old man, then super scary feelings. Now what?” I asked feeling more Peace since I accepted his vow not to harm me. “The flow of the Ether is strong here. I have made much magic in this place. Much I regret, but Much I have watched and appreciated. I will no longer be able to call anyone to the space between moments. My power will end when my body dies.” He told me. “Why me?” I asked. “Because you are you.” He said simply. “Look, I’m starting to think you’re sadistic and we don’t have the same definition of soon.” I arched an eyebrow challenging him. “I take no joy in others sorrow. No any longer.” He qualified. “Before you ask, I can’t extend this invitation long enough to tell you my story.” He held up his boney hand. “OK. Why am I here?” I simplified redirecting him. “You are here to learn.” He smiled again. “Learn what?” I sighed. Sadistic, I fucking swear! “There is more to Creation than you young ones believe.” I splayed my hands indicating everything around me, “I can see that.” “Ether or maybe you’d call it Magic, exists. You need only your reflection to confirm it. You, My Dear, have a talent for taking shapes. I am quite amused at the form you’ve chosen, and I’m quite satisfied that it is a good choice.” “I didn’t choose this! I fell asleep a woman and woke up a house pet!” I huffed. “Easy child. You are only what you want to be. The Living can channel the Ether, performing Magic. There is a Force that binds reality to all that Is. Magic is… reshaping those forms.” “Ok.” “I am the Grand Arch-Magus of the Bothers of the Apocalypse. We were young ones once too. So convinced we were the only ones who understood the Ether. That we Knew what was needed. We… No, I did many things in the name of my own Will. Foolish and Selfish things that warped me. I was lost to dark places and dark deeds for a few hundred years.” He coughed gasping for breath. “Hundreds…” I mumbled. “Easy there old man.” “I still claim the title to prevent other young ones from walking my path. I don’t speak my Will as I did in my youth, but I speak from wisdom. Magic can do many wonderful and terrible things Child.” He paused to breath. “Not long now.” He coughed. “You will find your form again. Be patient and smart. The world has lost magic on the whole. It’s hidden. So to should you stay hidden.” “Ok. No hairy main street stripping with tail bells. I can do that.” I chuffed a laugh. He smiled, “That would be… Unwise. You are powerful. Your magic is in your form. Your friend though her is different and terrifying. There is a reason her mind is a young adult and her form is a older child while her instincts and desires are from an even younger state.” “Do you have cameras in the house?” I freaked out. “No. This house has stood many long years serving me... absorbing power. I have watched it grow beyond me and take a primitive form of Awareness. It’s an artifact in its own right. If the house loves you, it will bring you favor. But, if you hate the house. Leave!” He coughed and wheezed. “Old dude. Easy. Don’t fucking die on me.” I said concerned. “Remember. The energy here that drives this place, not all of it is of a kind benevolent nature. Some of it remains dark. Guard your friend. She has much Power. Do not trust lightly Dear One. My power wanes our time is at an end. Quickly now. Touch the frame.” He told me raising his hand. I looked at him again rising. My tail twitched in a nervous pattern. I had to know. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked. “Age, bad choices, but mostly what you now call cancer. It is only the Ether and my considerable will that maintains this form. I will not last long after you return. Live. Find Happiness.” He told me as I walked back to the wall. “Uh… thanks. I’m sorry.” I told him reaching for the picture frame. “Guard her. Nothing magic does, magic can not undo.” He spoke as my finger touched the frame. I blinked my eyes trying to clear the double vision. I was back in my new livingroom. I was back in my Birch House. Molly was there too. Her eyes were enormous and her mouth hung open dropping her pacifier. “I…” she closed her mouth. --- Molly --- She disappeared. She was gone. It was fast, but she wasn’t there. She was talking to me and simply wasn’t there anymore. Did she fade out? Was there a glow? I was thinking about that moment and the next. It was a strange thing to hang my mind on, but I was stuck on the total lack of special effects. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t anything. It was like a bad edit. Literally there one moment gone the next. No special effects, just gone! “I… Can I???” I almost asked a full question reaching out to touch her yearning to touch my friend. I needed to feel that she was real. I cupped Becca’s smooth cheek and looked down on my best friend's platinum hair. Her eyes looked amazing. There were no holes from her many piercings, she was just perfect and smooth. * The doorbell rang like an old grandfather clock * “You better get that.” Becca told me. “I’m just in my diaper and a shirt! I can’t answer the door! Why can’t you get it?!?” I asked panicked. “Ok Diaper Butt, how do I explain the tail?” Becca asked and cocked her hip to the side? “What tail?” I asked her puzzled as the doorbell chimed again. Becca gasped and was pulled to the door in shock about who knows what, while I scampered up the inside stairs to my floor. I frantically searched for my skirt from yesterday. It didn’t match, but it’d cover my diaper. That’s all I was really worried about. Covered and finally feeling safe, I headed toward the door to the stairs sucking hard on my reclaimed binkie. I opened the door to the stairs and saw a man talking with Becca. He was wearing a full length trench coat… in the middle of the very hot summer. Bizarre, I thought. “My housemate, Molly, will be back down in a second. She wasn’t ready for company.” Becca said with a smile in her face. I saw her head tilt a bit and her chest expand. She turned to me and gave me a serious what-the-hell-Molly look. I looked at her confused and she tapped her lips. The man’s gaze traveled up the stairs finding me just as I, very conspicuously, palmed my pacifier tugging hard enough to snap it free from my shirt and drop it in my skirt pocket. “Molly. This is Mr. Anderson.” She told me introducing us. “Hewwo… *cough* Er, Hello Mr. Anderson. Are you a neighbor?” I asked the logical question. “No ma’am’s. I just came for a Peaceful talk.” I smiled reassured and followed the stranger to livingroom. Molly cocked her head and held her ground by the door. As I passed by her, she shook violently like a dog shaking off after a shower. Her rough hand reached out and grabbed my forearm bringing me to a complete stop as her nails dug into my arm. “WHAT!” I bellowed looking at my friend’s furry hand. That’s what was so wrong with her after touching that picture frame! She was back. All pink and pale and everything. Now she was all furry, toothy, and clawie again! “Hush Baby.” She told me smacking my diapered butt. It shocked me right out of my own screech. “Look at my eyes.” She whispered. I did and was drawn into her stare. As I focused on her eyes, I felt unease and distrust sink in and a blanket of lies lift. There was a rapey stranger in a freaking trench coat in the livingroom waiting for us! “There we go. I wasn’t sure that was going to work. Uh… don’t let go of me. Just in case.” Becca told me. “Yes, Mommy.” I told her sarcastically taking her hand and lacing our fingers. “Shhh… let Mo… me do the talking.” She told me trying not to giggle. We found him standing at a military type of attention with hands behind his back. His coat spread out and fluttered like a wind was driving it open… inside the house. Around his waist, he wore a leather belt with a stick in it and a very long hunting knife. Holy Moly Cow! That’s a stinking sword! “Mr. Anderson, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Molly asked. “The House.” He said waving his hand around. Molly and I both looked over at the picture frame that was back to it’s statement about love. I looked down at my flat chest and had a hard time conjuring Love until I thought about my room and all the work I’d done to get it just right. “Um… She’s a dog.” I said like a simpleton tilting my head at Becca pulling up our hands up to show him her furry arm. “That’s not what I’d call her, but she’s a supernatural being able to wield magic, yes.” Magic? My shattered mind found harmony with one word. Magic. The belief it was possible bridged my instincts, body, and mind. I nodded and stood up. I pulled out my pacifier and sat back down next to my furry friend. I wanted some very infintaile things, but my boobs were back and it was OK with me. I was my adult self again, but contentedly sucking on a pacifier in front of a stranger while holding my furry friends paw. Magical right? “What would you call her then sir?” I asked finding my professional persona settling in despite the binkie in my mouth. I let the pacifier fall from my mouth and dangle by my lanyard not bothering to tuck it away. “Your friend here, Rebecca, is a shifter-mage.” He smiled. “I’m here to-” “Your here to cause us trouble no doubt.” I cut him off challenging him. “I usually follow trouble, but I wasn’t expecting any today.” He smiled again. “I told you to let me talk.” Becca whispered. “Mommy. I got this.” I told her confidently. I turned back to the guy… Mr. Andersen, “Why are you here?” “I told you the House registered you. You are both wielders. I’m from the people who keep the rules.” He smiled. “Quit smiling.” I told him earnestly. “I’m told my smile is nice, and I like to keep things Relaxed.” He told me. My muscles began to lose their tension and my hand nearly dropped from Becca’s. A terrible growl rose up from my friend. Fear laced down my spine. I saw Mr. Andersen shudder and his hand dropped to that knife/sword thing. Becca’s hand dropped from mine. I looked down to see a full paw. My friend had shucked her human form entirely to become the biggest Beagle I’ve ever seen. The hair along her back stood high at attention. Her gums pulled back revealing various kinds of sharp tearing teeth. I was terrified she’d be hurt. I felt her flex her muscles to defend me. “Stop!” I yelled.

nice chapter ^.^

I did reveal that I wore diapers for bedwetting to friends when I was younger but I don't think I'd broach the subject with my friends now. I'm sure they could handle it but its just something that I choose to keep private about my self these days.

Mona “So let me see if I understand you,” Dr. O’Brien said as she pushed her glasses up her nose. “You’re asking me to just give you one of the simulator’s memory cores.” Dr. O’Brien looked particularly tired today. Her eyes were baggy and her eyelids half-closed. They threatened to close completely if she wasn’t still on her feet. Her hair, which would normally be described as “curly”, looked positively frizzled. Even her lab coat, an affectation leftover from her days as a researcher, seemed wrinkled and disheveled. The room itself was a reflection of Mona’s teacher. The lights in the simulator lab were only just turned half on. None of the old S.U.I.T. simulators were even powered up yet. It was a room that wasn’t quite awake and looking very much the worse for wear. It was still early in the morning. The first bell wasn’t due to ring for over half an hour and the sun was just barely cresting over the horizon. But Mona guessed that her S.U.I.T. instructor’s appearance had less to do with caffeine not kicking in and more to do with a sudden and severe lack of sleep. The whole world had received word of CyberCorp’s latest innovation, the Artificial Memory. Speculation was already running rampant on Social Meeds that within a decade, the majority of higher level teaching positions would be phased out. No need to learn new skills if the S.U.I.T. did it for you. Instructors like Dr. O’Brien might even have less time than that. Why teach people to fly if S.U.I.T.s could fly themselves? Mona guessed that Dr. O’Brien had been up trying to protect or replace her now threatened job. “Yes ma’am,” Mona nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind, that is.” Mona, for her part, was a stark contrast to her teacher. Her straight black hair was held neatly in place with a yellow headband that complemented her socks. Her blouse was neat and pressed. Her eyes were bright and alert. For the most part, none of this would seem that out of place. Mona, habitual people pleaser that she was, was often well dressed and alert first thing in the morning. The only thing that might have struck someone as odd about Mona, (and this would only occur to the students and instructors that were particularly familiar with her), was the slightest change in her demeanor and outfit. Mona’s usual aura of manic sensitivity, bordering on neuroses, had been replaced with an almost childish happiness and anticipation, like a kid about to talk to Santa. More obviously, Mona had chosen to wear a long flowing khaki skirt that stopped just below her knees. Mona had never been a tomboy, but you’d be hard pressed to find a picture of her wearing a skirt past the age where she could dress herself. Mona’s bright eyed alertness had in part come from a good night’s sleep. She had slept like a baby last night, in more ways than one. Once again, she’d dreamed of being diapered and babied, just like the night before. Kourtney had been right about the side effects of that party drug. Still, it wasn’t as intense as the first night, the dream had been pleasant enough, and Mona had woken up before anything too babyish had happened, at least as far as she could remember. So the drug must be working its way out of her system. Even as she woke up wet, Mona couldn’t help but feel optimistic. Dr. O’Brien’s run of bad luck might be the big break that Mona finally needed. That was the entire reason for this conversation in the far-too-early-for-teenagers hours in the morning. “And why is that exactly?” Dr. O’Brien twisted her mouth to the side, clearly annoyed. “Well,” Mona said politely, her own mouth twisting as she thought of the best way to phrase this. “I’m going to be taking my piloting exam soon, and I was thinking I might benefit from the memory core of an older model.” “Mmm-hmmmm,” Dr. O’Brien squinted at Mona, clearly not convinced. “You do realize that the memory cores aren’t worth much without a S.U.I.T. to put them in, right?” “Yes, ma’am.” Mona nodded. “I’m going to be talking to my dad about getting me a new S.U.I.T.” “Then why would you need the memory core of one of my simulators?” Dr. O’Brien asked. Mona paused and looked down at her feet, the first cracks in her new façade showing themselves. “The simulators are all decommissioned models, right?” Mona said. “I was figuring I could study the data as a way to figure out how to be a better pilot.” Dr. O’Brien crossed her arms momentarily, and considered what Mona had just said. Then she brought her hand up to her chin. “Well,” she finally said, “Now I know what it looks like when you’re lying to me. How about the truth?” “But I’m not lying,” Mona whined a bit. “I really do want the experience of one of those old S.U.I.T.s.” “But why?” Dr. O’Brien asked. “Why do you really want this? Why now?” Mona swallowed hard. When she had run through this conversation in her head, she hadn’t envisioned it going quite this way. “I want to use the A.M.” Mona mumbled under her breath. “What was that?” Dr. O’Brien leaned in, putting a hand to her ear. “I couldn’t understand you.” Mona doubted that very much. “The A.M.” Mona spoke up. “The Artificial Memory. All the new and current models will have it.” “So you want the machine to do the flying for you, is that it?” Dr. O’Brien asked. Mona shrugged. “Yeah. Basically.” “Then I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Dr. O’Brien told her. “I feel that would be unethical.” “Would it?” Mona asked, her voice suddenly sounding a more confident than she felt. “I’m a good student, Dr. O’Brien. I’ve passed all of the written exams.” “With flying colors,” her teacher acknowledged. “But you always end up choking on the simulation portion. The actual test is done in a S.U.I.T. for real, Mona. Do you really think you’ll do better when you’re actually running around or flying through the air?” “No, I don’t,” Mona said. Her words sounded like she was conceding but the tone of her voice showed no signs of giving up. “I’m a total klutz in the cockpit. But with the way things are going now, that could stop me from having a lot of career opportunities. Everyone who is anyone is going to be wearing, soon.” “Still,” Dr. O’Brien persisted. “You’re suggesting that I help you cheat.” “It wouldn’t be cheating,” Mona replied. “The technology is so new that there’s no regulation on it… yet.” “And that’s why you want this new S.U.I.T. with an old memory core sooner rather than later,” Dr. O’Brien replied. “Very clever.” “Don’t think of it as cheating, Dr. O’Brien. Is it cheating using a calculator in trigonometry? Think of it as a…” Mona fumbled for the right words. “Think of it as an accommodation. A safety net. Just think of it like training…” Mona stopped herself. She’d almost said “pants”. “…training wheels!” “Mona,” Dr. O’Brien remarked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you as passionate about this. This means a lot to you, doesn’t it.” Mona nodded in reply. “Still,” her teacher remarked, “I don’t know that I approve of you using this Altered Memory to get your license. Personally I’m afraid of this technology to begin with. You said it was a safety net? I’d call it a crutch. People, in general, don’t learn if they don’t have to.” She looked her pupil straight in the eye. “I’m worried that this safety net you’re asking for will affect your ability to adapt, both in the short term and the long term.” Without flinching, Mona reached down and lifted up her skirt. She flashed her bright white incontinence brief at her teacher. Yesterday she’d gone to the store and picked up a pack, afraid (rightfully so) that her bed wetting would continue. When she woke up wet this morning, it was just a matter of swallowing her pride, changing into a fresh one and then gulping down lots of liquid in the event that Dr. O’Brien needed convincing. Then it was just the simple act of closing her eyes and letting this morning’s three glasses of orange juice finish their journey. It actually wasn’t as hard to do as she imagined it would be. She supposed that after the night she had had over at Kourtney’s, this was nothing. At least she was sober and in full charge of her faculties this time around. Dr. O’Brien stared in astonishment as she saw the brief start to be tinged yellow right in front of her eyes. “Mona,” Dr. O’Brien asked. “Did you just wet yourself right in front of me?” “Yes ma’am,” Mona said, letting her skirt drop. Her pulse was racing. There was a certain rush that came with so decisively and so boldly humiliating oneself. “A few day ago you wouldn’t even allow yourself to do that after an all day session in a simulator,” Dr. O’brien stated; her voice hovering somewhere between confusion and astonishment. “How’s this for adapting?” Mona asked. “You really want this, now, don’t you?” Dr. O’Brien asked. “Yes ma’am,” Mona nodded. “Well then,” Dr. O’Brien sighed. “I suppose an arrangement can be made. I’m going to need the memory core from whatever your father buys you as a replacement, mind you.” “Of course!” Mona bounced in excitement. “Well then I suppose one of the simulators can be out of commission for a few days.” Mona was so happy she accidentally let out an extra spurt into her briefs. At least that’s what she told herself. Jody Jody paced the floor of the daycare facility relentlessly. She had had the entire weekend to recuperate and it still hadn’t been enough. Would it ever be? The sun was just starting to crest over the horizon, and sunlight was starting to mingle with the light bulbs. Any minute now, Mrs. Alexander would call and be patched through to Jody’s S.U.I.T. so she could “Check-In.” Ever since that parent teacher meeting a couple of weeks ago, Mrs. Alexander had been a thorn in Jody’s side. Apparently, management had talked her down and instead of taking her child elsewhere, the harpy had decided to make calls to check up on her “little angel”. This in of itself was not a bad thing. There was nothing inherently wrong with a parent writing notes, giving reminders, and asking how their child was doing; if only that was what this woman was doing. Instead, she had been doing her best to make Jody feel like less of a competent human being. Worse yet, her supervisor had provided Mrs. Alexander with Jody’s S.U.I.T. communication frequency so that she could “check in” at any given time. “Let’s try and make some progress on potty training,” Mrs. Alexander would tell her just before hanging up. “Hmmm, well we’ll just have to try again, tomorrow won’t we?” she’d reply when Jody reported at the end of the day that Richie had made exactly zero attempts to go on the toilet. The demeaning tone and the condescending smile made it clear enough to Jody that Mrs. Alexander blamed her for Robbie’s lack of progress. Clearly it was Jody who wasn’t trying hard enough in Mrs. Alexander’s eyes. Last Friday, when Jody had called Mrs. Alexander to inform her of her child’s increasingly poor behavior, Jody was told, “Well I’m sure there’s been some sort of misunderstanding. I’ll talk to Robbie and get his side of the story and see if we can’t work something out. She wasn’t looking for a peer mediator, she was looking for some support from home so she could do her goddamn job. Jody had wanted to scream “I’m the fucking adult, here! How about you treat me like it?” Instead, all she had been able to do was say “Yes ma’am. Have a good evening,” and hang up. Her stomach lurched at the thought of having to talk to that woman just one more time. It was bad enough she had almost no authority, but the fact that it was being continuously undermined was making her so anxious she genuinely wanted to vomit. The rush of adrenaline from spewing her breakfast out might actually make her feel good by comparison. The problem was she wasn’t allowed out of her gigantic S.U.I.T. during work hours. A child might come in at any minute now and if she wanted to remain employed, she couldn’t be seen under dressed as it were. Worse yet, if she were puking her anxiety away, she might miss Mrs. Alexander’s morning “check in.” Jody had no doubt that the soccer mom from hell would throw her under the bus for that. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Jody cursed to herself, pacing about her classroom. “What am I going to do?” [What seems to be the problem?], a voice said. Judy’s mouth went dry and her eyes went wide. Adrenaline kicked into overdrive. She whipped her head around to look at the doorway. She’d fucked up. She’d royally fucked up. Parents weren’t supposed to hear her cursing. Her eyes darted to the heads up display inside her S.U.I.T.s helmet. Had she accidentally turned the microphone on or something? “OhmygoshI’msosorryIdidn’tknowyou-“ the apology cascaded out of Jody’s mouth. And then she stopped. There was no one there. No one in the doorway. No one in the room. She scanned the hallways. No one there either. She checked the time, both on her S.U.I.T.’s internal chronometer, and the clock in the classroom. She still had at least two minutes before the velocity platform was supposed to arrive with the kids. “Is anyone there?” Jody called out. There was no reply. “Hello?” [I think we are alone for the time being.] the mysterious voice replied. [We have at least ninety seconds before the velocity platform is due to arrive, it takes the children approximately five minutes to make the transition from the platforms through the breakfast lines to the classroom.] Jody looked around again. That voice? Where was it coming from? She was sure she was hearing someone speak to her, but it wasn’t quite in her ears. Nothing was coming in through the speakers. It was more like she was hearing it inside her mind, but in a voice that wasn’t hers. It sounded vaguely familiar to her, too, but she couldn’t quite place it. “Who said that?” Jody asked nervously, her pulse pounding. [I did.] Jody let out a long and panicked shriek. It had happened. It had finally happened. Jody had cracked up and gone insane. Now she was hearing voices in her head. Soon enough the voices would tell her to start killing people so she could make a blanket out of their collected skins, and of course she would because that’s what you did when you heard voices. [Is something wrong, Jody?] the voice asked, oblivious to the source of Jody’s panic. [Are you in pain? My internal sensors indicate that you’re experiencing intense anxiety bordering on a panic attack. Do I need to take you to the hospital?] “WHO ARE YOU?!” Jody wailed, fighting every instinct she had to eject out of the cockpit of the S.U.I.T. and start ripping the hair out. [I’m your S.U.I.T., Jody. Registration Number MS-6215.] “You don’t talk!” Jody said, part exclamation, part accusation. “Voice control wasn’t a feature!” In her own mind, Jody was sure she heard something akin to stifled laughter. [It is now, Jody.] The voice in her mind assured her. [Though I’m technically not talking to you. We are communicating, however. Also, I object to the term “voice control”.] “What do you want?” Jody nervously asked, eyes darting from side to side while she rested her hands atop her head. [To help you and learn from you, of course. Those are my primary functions.] MS-6215 replied casually. Jody gulped and felt her stomach churning again when the machine had mentioned learning. This machine would eventually make her obsolete if the news predictions were true. If it had been learning, then anybody wearing this S.U.I.T. could do her job just as well as she could. Of course, Jody felt that most anybody could do her job anyway, so what did she have to lose? “You’ve been upgraded for over a week. Why are you just now talking to me?” Jody asked. [I was waiting for you to make the first move,] the S.U.I.T. responded. [In the meantime I’ve been going over the data provided in my memory core and observing. I now know how to change diapers as well as teach colors, shapes, letter name and sound correspondence, phonemic awareness and phonics, as well as written numerals, rote counting and one-to-one correspondence.] “Well,” Jody closed her eyes and sighed, “sounds like you’ve learned alright, but why talk to me? Why aren’t you just still learning from me.” [You seemed distressed,] the machine replied. [At first, I thought the amount of crying, elevated heart rate, lack of sleep, lethargy, and withdrawal was normal human behavior. After comparing your behavior and vital signs to other observed humans, I no longer believe this is the case. You seem to be suffering from severe anxiety.] “Of course I’m anxious!” Jody snapped. “I have almost no control over my classroom, my students and their parents don’t respect me and I get about half an hour of actual teaching done a day.” [So the wall coloring and toy throwing are not part of the curriculum?] The S.U.I.T. asked, genuinely curious. “NO!” [Ah,] the voice inside her mind replied. [Is there any way that I can help?] “Are your Asimov Protocols still intact?” [They are.] “Then probably not,” Jody shook her head. She really didn’t have time for this. They’d be flooding the classroom any minute. “I just wish I could get them potty trained.” [Potty trained?] MS-6215 echoed. “Yeah. They’re supposed to be out of diapers at this age.” Jody said. “I bet I could get at least another half hour of teaching done if I didn’t have to change so many diapers,” she added. [But you wear diapers,] the voice in Jody’s head noticed. “And that’s the problem,” Jody bemoaned. “I wear them because I’m not allowed any bathroom breaks while I’m working. It’s practically a job requirement. They don’t have that expectation. But that’s the problem. My students think that because I wear diapers it makes them adults, too. They think they’re on equal footing with me.” There was a pause just long enough to make Jody uncomfortable. Had whatever mechanism that made the S.U.I.T. talk to her shorted out or something? [You’re an adult. Who changes your diapers?], the reply finally came. “Nobody,” Jody scoffed. “I’m an…” Jody cut herself off. “That’s just crazy enough to work. S.U.I.T.! You’re a genius!” [My designation is MS-6215.] “I’m gonna need some time to remember that one,” Jody said. Then she saw the call coming in on her heads up display. “Dang it, I’ve got to take this.” [How do you feel about calling me “Miss”?] The machine replied, seemingly oblivious to where Jody’s attention was. “Uh yeah, sure,” Jody waved off the suggestion. “I just gotta take this call. Mrs. Alexander, hello! Good to see you!” Trevor [Trevor,] HN-8008 or “Honey” as Trevor had taken to calling it, [incoming rubes on the showroom floor at five o’clock.] “Honey,” Trevor chuckled to the artificial intelligence housed in his big yellow mech, “what did I tell you about using that phrase while customers are around?” [I assure you, Trevor, you’re the only one who can hear me.] Honey replied. “Yeah,” Trevor said, turning around to see the incoming customers. “But if you say it too much, I’m going to be laughing, and then I’m going to have to explain what I’m laughing about, and I’m going to have to make something up so their feelings don’t get hurt. It just complicates things, y’know?” [I do not know, Trevor. That is why I have you.] Honey replied. “Your makin’ me blush, Hon.” Trevor smirked. “Just hold off on the rube comments while we’re doing business.” [Duly noted,] Honey said. [Rubes are to be referred to as customers during work hours.] Trevor instinctively put a metal hand up to the reflective face plate of his visor to stifle his laughter at what may or may not have been a joke on the part of the S.U.I.T. Needless to say, it was completely unnecessary since all of his facial expressions were masked from view, but old habits always died hard. Holy crap, he loved this little electronic voice that inhabited his head every time he got into his sales armor. It was like having his own little comedy sidekick. He still didn’t know if Honey’s humor was intentional or not, and he didn’t care. She- and he was definitely beginning to think of it as a “she”- took notes, reminded him of meeting dates, looked up market trade values on the fly and if she knew what the rube’s job was and where they worked she could make a rough guess of how much money they made and how much they could afford so that Trevor would know about how much he could squeeze them for. Like so many pieces of revolutionary technology, Trevor wondered how he had ever gotten along before the A.M. came along. Granted, HN-8008 had had all of these features beforehand. Trevor had installed much of the calculation software and fast links to various data sites with listed median income and likely expenses, himself; but now that the Artificial Memory had been installed, “Honey” could do all of these calculations for him while he worked face to face with the costumer. No more having to “go check with his manager” so that he could enter the calculations himself. He instantly knew how much of an asking price he could likely get away with. It was like having one of the bean counters whispering in his ear, only the voice wasn’t in his ear. Speaking of the voice in his head: Honey’s “voice” was so gentle, so welcoming and appealing that he couldn’t help but like it. It had that hint of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place. Somewhere in the back of his subconscious, he vaguely remembered his mother sounding like Honey when she was a young twenty-something and he was still suckling at her teat and crawling on the floor. Had he consciously realized that’s what Honey’s “voice” reminded him of, Trevor might go see a psychologist. As it stood now, if Honey had been a real woman, he might have ended up trying to take her home and make her scream his name until she called him “Daddy”. Confusing and lustful thoughts aside, Honey had been right. The customers who had just entered the show room were making a bee-line straight for them. This was slightly odd. There had never been any signs telling customers to wait for a sales associate to come see them, but there hadn’t needed to be. Most people who were buying their first S.U.I.T. stared up in awe and wonder upon first entering. It was very easy to get lost and overwhelmed by the sheer scale of everything. The world inside the showroom was far too big for people outside of their mechs. The more experienced customers, those coming to trade in an old model or some other such business, either came in their own S.U.I.T. or were at least smart enough to wait and wave someone down, lest they cause a commotion by being underfoot. The two rubes who had just entered the showroom didn’t fit neatly into either category. The first one was a graying middle aged man, probably in his 40’s by the look of it. The guy was fit, but looked tired and father time was starting to take away what he’d worked on. He dressed in a plain black polo shirt and some jeans; not too flashy but not exactly trashy, either. He had an intense, unblinking gaze as he walked across the showroom floor. He was that potent mix of relaxed and alert. His eyes were ever shifting, the wheels in his head clearly turning as he assessed anything and everything, around him. Trevor instantly knew that this was the guy that Trevor was going to have to make the sale to. He probably had some kind of experience with mechs, and likely experience with salesmen. This was the guy who’d be paying the bills and he was weary of getting ripped off. He’d likely scoff at any bells and whistles that Trevor would try to tack on, but agree to a few as Trevor high balled him and brought the price and amenities down. That meant that the little girl -they all looked little from Trevor’s current elevation- dragging the fella along heedless of her surroundings, was the one he was buying for. She was a head shorter than him and had the dark hair that he likely used to have. She was dressed modestly in shorts that came down past her knees and a tie-dye T-shirt and sneakers that seemed oddly familiar. She was likely some college student or high school senior who was about to get her piloting license and wanted the latest and flashiest model so she could keep up with the other cool kids on campus. She was at that stage where she thought of herself as an adult, but was still just a kid in the eyes of everyone who’d been where she was. She was also the older guy’s weakness and Achilles’s heel. She was her Daddy’s little girl. Jackpot. Ka-ching, ka-ching. “Excuse me sir,” the girl in the tie-dye shirt said looking up at him. “I…found this, and thought maybe you could help me find a new S.U.I.T.” From her tiny hands she held up a little slip of paper. It was a piece of cardstock that could easily fit into someone’s pocket, but in his S.U.I.T it was comparatively the size of the tiny slips of paper that get jammed into fortune cookies. Sure enough, it was one of Trevor’s business cards. The kind that he gave away to lure in the big fish and the suckers. But how had this kid gotten a hold of it? As if reading his thoughts- and for all Trevor knew it was completely plausible to assume- Honey whispered into Trevor’s mind, [My memory core recognizes the young lady from shortly before my Artificial Memory came online]. Trevor didn’t need the side by side projection of the girl in real time next to a recording of her with a puffy white adult diaper on and only the baggie tie-dye shirt cinched with a belt into a makeshift dress to cover it up. Now he remembered that night. Looks like this little chicken had come home to roost and his good deed that night was about to be rewarded after all. “Oh yeah,” Trevor brightened up, touching his temple so that the visor would slide up and reveal his face. He took a knee so he could look his newest customer in the eyes. “I remember you, ma’am. I almost didn’t recognize you without the wet-“ in that split second he saw the look of panic in her eyes, “clothes,” he finished the sentence without missing a beat. “Wet clothes?” her Dad said, cocking an eyebrow. “What does he mean, Mona?” Trevor silently cursed. Dumb kid hadn’t told dad. She was probably too embarrassed. And everything about her body posture- the sudden rigidity, the complete lack of confidence in her eyes, and her lips pouting forward like a baby jonesing for a bottle- was signaling that she was a bad liar. Fortunately, Trevor was a good one. “I’m sorry, sir,” Trevor interjected before the girl could dig herself out of a sale, “I actually gave your daughter that card a little while ago. It’s just something I do to drum up business if I come across someone who might be in need of a S.U.I.T., that’s all.” “It was the night of the Kourtney’s party, Daddy,” the little chickadee squeaked. “The party?” Big Daddy’s jaw set. He gave Trevor a questioning look. Shit. Now he thought Trevor was some kind of skeevy creeper who trolled high school and college parties for girls. Time for some damage control. “I don’t know about a party, sir,” Trevor spoke up directing all of his attention towards the man with the credit card, “but I did run into this young woman a week or two ago. She was drenched in the rain and chasing after a velocity platform that had taken off without her. Happens all the time; those pilots never pay attention. So I flew ahead and got the guy’s attention and he stopped long enough for her to hop on. [That’s not entirely accurate,] Honey chirped. Trevor had never tested to see if anyone outside of his S.U.I.T. could hear Honey, and prayed that they couldn’t. “So,” he talked over the voice in his head, “I just handed her one of my cards in case she ever got sick of getting caught in the rain.” “Is this true?” Big Daddy turned to his little girl. The kid nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me about it?” The girl bowed her head and nervously rubbed the back of her neck. “I didn’t want you to think that I couldn’t handle myself. Otherwise you wouldn’t let me go out, again.” There was a pause. The woman-child and her old man were in a gridlock, and Trevor was stuck in the middle, waiting to see if he’d make a sale or not. “Well,” the guy finally said, “I guess it’s a good thing we’re getting you one of your own, anyways, isn’t it?” Both Trevor and the girl smiled at that news. “Show us what you got.” “Right this way sir,” Trevor stood up and gestured towards the used model selection. “Since she’s a little inexperienced, I’d recommend a used model. With the new A.M. system installed, she can compensate for her lack of experience with her S.U.I.T.’s past owners.” “I know all about the new mech tech,” the old Rooster called up to him. “I work in a S.U.I.T. most days.” “Oh?” Trevor tried to seem only politely interested even though his instincts were telling him to go for the throat; if he could find out this guy’s job, Honey would immediately start calculating his income and likely how much he could afford, which would determine how much Trevor could make him think he could afford. “And if you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for a living?” “I’m a cop.” “Well then thank you for doing your job and keeping us safe,” Trevor said automatically while mentally adjusting his calculations. Cops didn’t make much money, and you definitely didn’t want to look like you were gauging them, even if you were. Still, this guy might not be too far away from his pension… “Actually,” the little bird looked up at Trevor and placed a hand on his metal encased leg, like kid tugging on her teacher’s pant leg. “I think I’d like to see some of the new models, if that’s alright.” “You sure about that, honey?” the kid’s father asked her. “An older model might be more what we’re looking for.” “If it’s a matter of price,” Trevor interrupted, “Brand spanking new might be the way to go. With the new A.M. system, used is becoming highly sought after and more expensive. There’s even talk in corporate about making the price of a model going up just with a test drive,” Trevor added. Trevor neglected to mention that he himself had come up with that proposal. “Price is important,” the cop said, “but I’m also worried about safety. I don’t want to have to see if the newer models have better crash systems because I don’t want her to be in a crash.” Trevor was about to spin some bull to try to get them to come look at a slightly used model and meet in the middle, when the little bird spoke up. “Actually, Daddy,” the girl interrupted, “I think I might have a way to have my cake and eat it too.” She dug deep into her pocket and pulled out a little black cube about the size of a tennis ball. “Is that….?” The old man said, leaning over and taking a closer look at it. [Mark 2 Memory core recognized] Honey beeped in. “Yes sir,” the girl nodded sheepishly. Then she looked up at Trevor, “Mr. Trevor,” she began, “Would it be possible to install this old memory core into a newer model?” She turned her head to her father. “Dr. O’Brien let me have this.” Trevor knelt back down to get a closer look at the little black box. He had no clue. [All CyberCorp technology is backwards compatible.] Honey fed the information into Trevor’s grey matter. [It would be relatively easy to fulfill this request.] “Yeah,” Trevor said. “I think we could do that.” “How much?” The cop asked, wearily. He was practically pinching his pennies already. [No such service is listed in any pricing directory at this time,] Honey told Trevor. [You have complete freedom to upsell to the ru…customer.] Trevor flashed his pearly whites. “Hmmm…shouldn’t be much harder than changing a lightbulb,” Trevor said. “How about two bucks extra?” “Deal,” both father and daughter said in unison. “Now let me show you this new model.” Trevor said, taking the girl by the hand and leading her through the showroom floor like a proper customer. “I think you’re gonna love it. The good people at CyberCorp are now designing with the feminine aesthetic in mind…” A few hours later, as Trevor was flying home- actually it was Honey who was dong the piloting, this time- the mech began to engage Trevor in conversation. [Trevor, about those rubes earlier] the S.U.I.T. began, [the police officer and his offspring, you made absolutely no profit off of that sale.] “Yeah?” Trevor lied, “I hadn’t noticed.” [You sold everything at cost,] the machine’s tone was as close to admonishment as Trevor had ever heard. [I do not understand. Why?] “Couple reasons,” Trevor explained to his mechanical secretary. “First, I generally don’t mess with cops. Bad policy. Risk versus reward. I rip him off and soon everybody with a badge knows my name and I end up getting fined for littering or my registration suddenly goes missing. I give him a good deal, maybe he cuts me some slack should we ever cross paths again and I need a favor. People might remember when you’re good to them, but they definitely remember when you weren’t. Plus, that girl’s idea about installing an old memory core into a new unit kind of impressed me, so I felt generous. Who knows, in a few years she might end up working the lot.” [You also told several objectively false statements concerning your meeting with his daughter. Why?] “She didn’t want her old man to find out she’d been out in the rain in nothing but a t-shirt and diaper, and I didn’t want him to know that I had given her a lift home.” [Why?] “It’s complicated…” [Nothing you did was illegal.] “Yeah, but parents tend to always look at their children as if they’re…well…children,” Trevor explained. “Like little kids, I mean. To her, I was just some guy giving her a lift home. To him, I would’ve been a stranger carrying his half-naked baby girl away AND knew where she lived to boot. His parental instincts would’ve flared up and he would’ve dragged her right back out the door.” [Why was she embarrassed to have been seen in a diaper? Evidence suggests that most humans confined into S.U.I.T.s for long periods of time wear them.] “That’s more ego, than anything, I guess,” Trevor said. “Diapers for adults are still taboo, I guess. Even if you didn’t piss in them, they’re still underwear. So in her mind she was half naked when we met.” [I’ve seen rubes dressed far less conservatively than she was the night you crossed paths with her.] “Yeah, but needing diapers is still kind of seen as a weakness. Babies and old people need them. She felt vulnerable.” [But you’re wearing a diaper right now.] “Yeah, but I’ve got all this you covering it up. It’s an out of sight, out of mind kind of thing. Also tromping around in a giant mech kind of cancels out the embarrassment. Hard to feel weak when you’re in a S.U.I.T. that could bend steel girders. You get it?” [I believe so.] Honey answered. “Good,” Trevor said. “Now let’s get home.” Jody “Mrs. Alexander,” Jody fake smiled, even though the visor on her S.U.I.T. was down. “What a pleasant and unexpected surprise. What can I do for you?” A scene like this had played out just a few weeks ago, if that. Jody stood in her own purple S.U.I.T., feeling an awful combination of tired from the end of the day and panicked that Mrs. Alexander in her pearl white number had decided to barge in after student contact time. “I just wanted to come in and talk to you about little Richie’s behavior,” Mrs. Alexander’s now grating voice crackled over the speaker of her mech. Great. Jody gritted her teeth. The little gremlin had told on her and now she could look forward to another tirade on how she was “doing it wrong” followed by a threat at her job. [Jody,] MS-6215 whispered in her mind. [I have just detected a spike in your adrenaline. You are showing increased signs of anxiety. I am currently in communication with this woman’s S.U.I.T. Based on the data I’m receiving, I do not believe she is here to reprimand you.] Jody bit her lip, nervously. It had been a week since “Miss” had started talking to her, and the machine hadn’t lied to her, yet. “He’s done it,” Mrs. Alexander said. “He’s actually done it. My son is finally starting to get the hang of potty training. And I wanted to stop by and thank you, personally. “Thank me?” Jody asked. “What do you me-?” “No need to be humble, Jody,” Mrs. Alexander cut her off. “My S.U.I.T., Tildie, has been keeping track of Richie’s behavior over the last few weeks, and there has been a big and positive difference between this week and last week.” “But I thought Richie was a little-” Jody tried to quote Richie’s mother. “Demon,” Mrs. Alexander cut Jody off. “Tildie hacked into your S.U.I.T.’s visual records from earlier this year. His behavior in class has been completely appalling, and I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you.” [The information was freely given and in full compliance with the record laws in this state.] Miss whispered an aside to Jody. [“Hacked” is most definitely an exaggeration.] “But he’s also started potty training,” Mrs. Alexander continued, apparently not aware of what Miss was saying to Jody, “and I can only figure that I’ve got you to thank for that. He’s even started proudly calling himself ‘a big boy’. I’m just so happy.” “Thank you,” Jody smiled sincerely. She had never thought in her entire life that she’d actually be recognized for doing her job and thanked for doing it. The praise coming from one of the most difficult women she’d ever met hadn’t occurred to her in her wildest dreams. Even though she didn’t touch her temple to activate the mechanism, her visor rolled up so that Mrs. Alexander could see her smiling face and grateful tears shimmering in her eyes. Mrs. Alexander’s face plate did the same. “What’s your secret?” Mrs. Alexander asked. “No secret, really,” Jody shrugged, a strange and exaggerated motion when encased in metal and supported by hydraulics. “I’ve just stopped changing diapers.” “What?” Mrs. Alexander asked, her mouth slightly agape. “Most of my students weren’t potty training because their parents wore diapers to work,” Jody said. “They thought they were being more grown-up by wearing diapers.” “Uh..huh…” Mrs. Alexander nodded. She was clearly waiting for more of an explanation. “I just explained to my class that they weren’t babies, and that if they wanted to be grown-ups they’d have to change themselves.” A smirk of recognition came to Mrs. Alexander’s face. “It’s not so fun when you have to clean up after yourself,” she said. “No, it’s not.” Jody agreed. “So as a class, we decided that there were babies who couldn’t walk and talk and wore diapers all the time. There were grown-ups who didn’t get to play but had to wear diapers to work. And there were big kids that got to play and used the potty when they needed to go.” “Oh that’s perfect!” Mrs. Alexander tittered with glee. “I’ll remember that one to help reinforce it at home. Thank you so much.” “No problem” Two metal hands reached out to each other and clasped in a handshake. And even though Jody couldn’t really feel the other machine’s grip on her own, her body was alive with excitement. Finally. Finally some positive progress. “You have a wonderful weekend, Miss Jody,” Mrs. Alexander said before leaving. “You too!” Jody called back. [Do you think she was talking to both of us when she said “Miss Jody”?] Miss asked. “I don’t know, and I don’t care,” Jody sighed. “Let’s clean up and go home.” Jody smiled. Maybe it was because of all the things going on- Jody’s physical exhaustion from yet another long day at work, her relief at actually being praised for her job for once, the fact that her incontinence brief was already completely soaked- but Jody let out a small trickle of urine into the padding around her waist and for the first time wasn’t completely willing or aware of it.

Hello everyone! Apologies for the lateness of this, I've been working on a few other writing-related projects that slowed its production, and I wanted it to be as good as possible because it's a super important chapter. Two notes for this one: First, Val gets an interesting feature in this chapter, an inspiration from a story written by my wonderful editor, some derivative of which might be coming as my next piece after this. Second, what appears to be nonsense might just conceal secret meaning. Third, comments and questions are welcome as always. Enjoy! Chapter 2: Moonlit Echoes That night, Bridget's dreams were strange. She found herself on a bridge constructed of hard light, a monochrome arch, that bent off into the starry distance, so bright that she had to shield her eyes with her hand while sh staggered forward to keep its sharp luminescence from stabbing her eyes. As she dashed forward, she splayed her fingers just a bit to peek through. Through the tiny gap, she saw a figure standing at the summit of the arch, so far away that it was barely a speck. It turned toward her, and despite the distance between them, she heard it speak to her as easily as if she was standing a few paces away. But the words were all nonsense, distorted and warbly as though they were being spoken through the water. Emdo todan hatowt fenpo fuildell danteh skahu themorg, kind meht pebeas / fotinsel foi arvsintibo uyoru vies rens hat toteth loomnight. A grimace of concentration crossed Bridget's face: she could swear there were words in there somewhere. She felt like this woman, or creature or whatever was trying to tell her something incredibly important, but it was useless. Her heart began to beat faster. “I'm sorry, what did you say?” Bridget responded quizzically. Huh, reahem untacoy? Bridget said nothing, and cocked her head quizzically. Maybe she was just spoiled by being able to understand Val perfectly, but she couldn't make any sense of any part of that. Yaw, with meton tenlist wothis risking! The voice sounded distressed, but it was growing softer, as its owner flickered in and out of existence. Hograt, woneth sicone cenntio? The voice was suddenly cut off. More worrisome though, the arc bridge in front of her began to dim, unbinding into pale, wispy tendrils of nebular gas that faded into darkness with a hiss. For a moment, Bridget stood, transfixed, and then she realized that the outer edge of the darkness was moving swiftly in her direction, like the fuse of an old explosive, threatening to plunge her into the emptiness of space. Bridget turned on her heel and ran as fast as she could. If she'd had the presence of mind or time to contemplate, she might have realized that Val's power of flight could have saved her. But as is so often the case in dreams, the only solution she could see was also the least effective one. She turned and ran. But, the bright ground beneath her faded before she'd made it a hundred paces. The endless cosmic night yawned beneath her. She closed her eyes and screamed, the sound echoing impossibly though the airless void as she fell and fell and fell. <<Wake up, little one.>> Bridget's eyes snapped open. She woke in her own room, or what might have been her own room once, when she was much younger. The glowing stars that decorated her ceiling were gone, and the walls were a surprisingly cutesy lilac instead of the usual dark blue. Gabrielle the Unicorn was still in her place of pride on the pillow next to Bridget, but she had many other stuffed animals she hadn't seen in years: a pink bunny whose body doubled as a blanket, a soft brown bear with a heart on its chest, and a tiny green dragon with its lizard-like tongue sticking out, and so many others were piled up on the magenta comforter that someone had wrapped around her. Everything around her was soft, even her moon and cloud-pattern onesie was well-padded beneath. A vague shiver of horror ran down Bridget's spine at the thought, but she dismissed it easily; there were more important things to think about. Most of all though, she found herself transfixed by the sheer size of it all. It was definitely the same room, but everything was almost twice as big. Bridget's full-size bed might has well have been a soft boat floating on a sea of purple carpet. Bridget tossed off the covers with a crinkly rustle and crawled to the foot of the bed, peering with mingled excitement and nervousness down at the ground that was so much farther away than it should have been. In other circumstances, she would have tried to get down as carefully as possible, but even her smallest movements made big bounces in her giant mattress, and an absurdly reckless part of her brain wanted to see if she could do a bouncing jump instead. The carpet looked very plush, so it would probably be fine. Besides, Val would always be there to help her catch herself. Gabrielle went under Bridget's left arm, because she knew that there was no way the adventurous unicorn would want to miss out on such a daring feat. Bridget performed a few test bounces just to be sure, and then she made her big giant leap. A giggle burst from Bridget's lips as she the rush of launch. She splayed her hands, letting Gabby fall, so that she could land like a cat. But she dropped faster than she expected and the ground rushed up to meet her before she could brace for impact. <<Careful, there, princess. I'm glad that you want to fly so much, but we talked about how you have to wait for one of us to watch you, didn't we?>> Just as she's predicted, Voidwalker power encased her in a bubble, leaving her floating a scant inch from the carpet. But unlike every other tine Val spoke, her psychic voice didn't come from within Bridget's own head, but instead from just outside her door. Momentarily confused, Bridget looked for the source of the sound. Sure enough, Val was in the doorway, wearing her usual purple blouse over her favorite black dress and matching black flats as she floated above the floor. She beckoned gently with her outstretched index finger, and floated her little charge over to her, until Bridget was securely nestled in her arms. A half-formed thought ran through Bridget's mind – Val shouldn't even have a body, and especially not a humanoid one. Sure the purple-tinged skin and the outfit matched Val's usual color palette, but still, the Val she knew would have conniptions if she were stuck with a physical form and all of the attendant infirmities she so loathed. But Bridget's dreaming mind asserted itself again, and she knew without question that this had to be Val. And the most important thing in that moment was that space-mommy was unhappy. The realization that she must be the cause of that unhappiness was an avalanche in Bridget's now-little heart. She buried her face in Val's blouse, hiding her quivering lip. For a moment, Val said nothing, surprised by her little one's sudden change in mood. <<What- oh. Stars take me, I should have listened to Echo. She told me about how variance in human sleep cycles could affect mood,>> Val chided herself. <<It's all right, sweetie, I'm not angry.>> Val planted a kiss on the top of Bridget's head that made her scalp tickle. As the Voidwalker bent her head down, a sweep of her shoulder-length black hair brushed against Bridget's neck, and made her look up. When she did, she forgot all about how upset she was. Val's hair had looked black from a distance, but close up, it was full of far off stars, as though each strand were a tiny sliver of a window through which she could view the universe. The image shifted as Val's hair swayed with her floating steps, revealing and occluding stars, planets and galaxies as she moved. The display was entrancing, and Bridget grabbed excitedly at a lock of Val's hair to get a better view. Val grimaced at the sudden tug. <<Don->> she began, but immediately thought better of finishing her reprimand and facing the ensuing tears. <<Hey there, Bridget! Did mean old mommy Cadenza wake you up from your nap?>> The voice echoed like Val's did, but higher and more chipper. As its owner rounded the corner that led to the kitchen, Bridget saw that she was about a head shorter than Val, and her skin looked much more like Bridget's. Her soft pixie cut seemed almost to be composed of swirling pink nebular gas. <<She was already awake by the time I got here, I'll have you know,>> Val protested. <<A likely story. You probably woke her up just so she could do more training, even after I had to read her three stories before she finally closed her eyes.>> The woman's tone was stern, and she had her hands on her hips as she floated up to look Val in the eye, but a smile tugged at the corners of her theatrical frown. <<I have no idea what you're talking about,>> Val replied. <<But if it perturbs you so, you can have story duty again tonight.>> <<Deal! But no making her cry, and no flying outside the playpen for little humans. And no, little one,>> she cooed, looking down at Bridget. <<no matter how cute those rounded fat deposits framing your jaw are, there's no changing my mind.>> <<Of course, Echo darling,>> Val said, with mock irritation and a playful smirk. Bridget looked up at Val quizzically. <<Sorry, little one. You heard the lady.>> Val gave her another kiss on the forehead, and released her like a bird from her grasp, floating her toward the playpen, as she called it. The contraption resembled the gravitational alteration field that Bridget and Val used for practice, except that Voidwalker outside of dreams didn't generally decorate the pylons at the field's corners with unicorn motifs. Once she'd been plopped down inside the energy field of the futuristic playpen, she wiggled around a bit to watch Val and Echo. But it was quickly apparent that even her best puppy-dog eyes wouldn't get her any attention. Echo was clearly telling Val some really awesome secrets, her lips were right up against Val's ear, and every few moments, Val would let out a gasp of what must have been surprise. After a little while, Echo just lay her cloudy pink hair right up against the base of Val's neck, and then it was Val's turn to whisper secrets. Strain as she might, though, Bridget couldn't hear anything fun, so she turned to look at the toys piled up within the confines of the violet energy field. She dug through a few stuffed animals before her eyes lighted on an interesting little device, which she eagerly pulled out from beneath the soft blocks where it had been hidden. This toy looked vaguely familiar to her; it had five little hatches, each a different color, red, green, blue, yellow, and purple. In front of each hatch was a button in the same color, but each button was also a different shape: a red triangle, a blue square, a green circle, a yellow star, and a purple moon. Bridget pressed the red triangle, expecting the red hatch to open, but instead, a tinny voice, irrepressibly cheerful came from the machine. “Find the life energy!” A look of surprise crossed Bridget's face; this definitely wasn't how this toy usually worked. But she remembered how Val had shown her to detect the different types of energy around her. So she closed her eyes and concentrated, putting her hands over her eyes, playing a game of solitaire peek-a-boo. Sure enough, when she opened her eyes and looked down at herself, her body glowed a faint, familiar green. That toy in front of her, meanwhile, gave off five different colors. The red hatch pulsed and flickered like a flame; it housed heat energy. Within the blue hatch was what looked like a ghostly circuit board, it took Bridget a moment to realize that she was watching the flow of electrons from the blue hatch to the rest of the machine. The green hatch glowed the same color as Bridget's body, while the yellow and purple hatches concealed bits of the familiar signature of star warden and Voidwalker energy. She hit the green button, and giggled happily when the machine beeped a tinny little tune of congratulation. Of course it would work like that. Color coded for our convenience. The strange thought flitted wryly through Bridget's head, before it was totally subsumed by the pride she felt at having gotten such a difficult question right. Bridget turned and toddled excitedly toward Val and Echo, hoping to get some well-deserved praise. But when she looked at them sitting on the nearby sofa, instead of their humanoid forms, she saw their silhouettes, all bright star warden energy, but shot through with veins of Voidwalker violet, as though they were statues made of luminous marble. Doing her best not to cry out of sheer surprise, Bridget rubbed her eyes again to restore her normal human vision, and, in a moment, Val and Echo were back to normal. Which of course, meant that Bridget had very important news to deliver. “I did it!” she said happily, looking hopefully up at Echo, and pointing proudly back to the little toy. <<Good job, sweetie!>> Echo said kindly, <<I'm sure you'll be sensing every kind of energy in the galaxy in no time!>> Bridget excitedly nodded her assent. <<Certainly, with a good deal of practice.>> Val's voice was impassive, but she leaned down and kissed Bridget on the head just the same. <<Bridget, tell mommy Val not to be such a curmudgeon,>> Echo replied. “Yeah mommy, don' be a mudgin!” Bridget dutifully relayed Echo's request to Val, whose face formed an exaggerated frown, even as Echo bust into giggles at hearing her own insult repeated in Bridget's childish lisp. <<Truly, you two surpass the entire galaxy for sophisticated humor.>> Echo merely stuck out her tongue in response, and Bridget eagerly followed suit, realizing that if mommy Echo was doing it, she certainly wasn't going to get a time-out if she did it too. <<Remember, my dear Cadenza, there are other ways to learn besides through rigorous practice. Sometimes play is an easier method.>> <Oh, very well,>> Val relented. <<Get up here, little one.>> Val smiled, and reached through the field to gather Bridget into her arms. <<Get up, little one.>> <<Up>> <<It's time to get up.>> Val's voice resounded through her head, and Bridget's eyes slowly opened. Her room had returned to its usual hue, and all that remained of the horde of plushies was Gabby the Unicorn perched on her pillow. “All right, all right, I'm up!” Bridget mumbled, shaking off the last foggy remnants of the night's strange dreams <<Very good, little one. We have a whole day of educational opportunities ahead of us.>> Tired as she was, Bridget could only wonder at how Val managed such a perverse degree of enthusiasm so early in the morning. Gee, you never change do you? She thought back grumpily. There are other things in life, you know. <<Why would I alter a perfectly effective methodology? Does that make me a “'mudgin,” princess?>> Bridget flushed beet-red. Wait, you saw all that? Bridget asked, dreading the answer she already knew. <<Of course. Your nightly hallucinations happen in a different part of your brain than I'm used to interacting with, but viewing them is a fairly simple matter. They really are fascinating, you know; an interesting display of what could be if you'd just embrace things and complain a little less about our training regimen.>> ”You mean you could make me a baby. Truly, a thrilling prospect.” Bridget said dryly. << The dreams come from your psyche, not mine. Besides, isn't it more important that you'd have full mastery of our shared powers? It isn't as though you'd be required to wear that cute little outfit when we're on missions.>> “I guess,” Bridget said, unconvinced. A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Hey, wait a minute. If none of the things in my dreams are from you, where did that version of Echo come from?” Val was silent for several long seconds. <<A fair point. You couldn't possibly have formulated such an accurate picture of her personality without input from my memories. Our gestalt is truly odd.>> Bridget finished her morning routine, and endured a breakfast with her mother and sister. This included endless rounds of being peppered with parental questions about whether she had completed all of the assignments from her time out of school. Her mother had, of course, recorded each one meticulously in her day planner, and the list was so long. that Sami got up from the table in the middle of it; she ran out the door with a wave to her mom, and a gruff nod in Bridget's direction. Once that ordeal was finally over, Bridget was able to retreat to her room again. <<More importantly than Echo's verisimilitude,>> Val said, continuing their discussion as though there had been no interruption, <<the inclusion of my thoughts in your nightly visions suggests that there might also be some scientific validity in to the possibility of constructing an ersatz form of hard light that could act on the material world as though it were a physical creature.>> You mean, we could make you a body? <<With significant limitations, but yes.>> That's awesome! Bridget did her best to banish the memories of last night's dream in which Val carried her snuggled tightly in her arms that rose up unbidden, along with recollections of how easy it was to get lost in the swaying of the galaxies in Val's impossible hair. <<Indeed. However, that is a thought for another time. As I recall, tonight is your meeting with that Margot girl.>> Oh, um, yeah, that is today isn't it. Bridget's stomach was instantly one gigantic knot. At least I have a while until then, with mom out of the house all day. <<Precisely. You'll also have a long flight during which you can consider what you might wear, or any other frivolities you wish.>> Val said cheerfully. Right, that's true. Wait- what do you mean a flight? It took a moment for Bridget to register what Val had just said. <<Well, I suspect an active Vector office will be better guarded than an unmanned warehouse, so I don't think we can use the bike again. Besides, we need to put some of your training into practice.>> <<Don't worry, little one,>> Val said, after a few moments of silence from Bridget. <<We're just going to do some intelligence gathering. There's minimal risk of bodily harm.>> Val's self-assured, didactic manner could make almost anything seem safe and reasonable, but in this particular instance, even she couldn't quite quell Bridget's fear. Still, there was no denying that they had to do something, and this was the best lead they had. Bridget didn't trust herself to say anything that wouldn't sound like a fearful child trying to squirm out of getting a shot, so she stayed silent as she grabbed her coat from off the doorknob and slung it over her shoulder.

So I have to agree with Duluth diapers. When I was growing up as a child I was in double cloth diapers and even sometimes a triple. It was always a Telltale sign that I was not potty trained in diapers. No one had to ask you could see by the Bulge that I wet and pooped in my pants. I never really trained and remained in diapers all my life.

Hi Becky, When I was 4.5 I used to go to a daycare after going to preschool. One day I watched a 6 year old girl deliberately pee her pants in the middle of the basement carpet and subsequently be taken to the bathroom and stripped of her pants and underwear and emerge from the bathroom wearing her shirt and Pampers. While all of the older "potty trained" kids laughed at her I didn't and after lunch I was the only one that would play with her. While we were playing she told me that she was about to wet her diaper and asked if I wanted to feel it so she put my hand on the crotch of her diaper and proceeded to wet herself (after which she went to get her diaper changed but not until the game was over). When my mother came to pick me up she said that we were stopping to do some grocery shopping. When we got to the diaper aisle I asked her to buy me some Pampers and she said no. So I begged her to buy me some Pampers and again she said no. So finally I threw a full blown temper tantrum, kicking and screaming until she gave in and put a box of Pampers in the shopping cart. When we got home and brought the groceries in from the car mom stripped off my pants and underwear and diapered me right on the kitchen floor and from that moment on I was in diapers 24/7/365 until I was 10.

I love pooping my diapers I love the feeling a large, warm mass filling it up and getting squished around as I go about my day. I also like the smell, while its in the diaper. The whole experience makes me feel like a helpless baby, which I love.