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Part 4 Her name was Eleni and I hated her. She was precious and perfect and cute and she was in my cage. Celia was in Lana's chair, petting her through the attention hole in my cage and I was tied to the coffee table, watching. She was pale as spilled milk, freckles all over her body, dashed across her face, down her neck, across her shoulders. Fiery red hair spilled in thin waves around her face and shoulders... her lips were so full and red and beautiful. I hated her. So. Much. And she was getting her scent everywhere. All over my stuff. I couldn't leave the living room and I couldn't even LOOK anywhere in the damned apartment without smelling her - vanilla and strawberries and her own musk - and she'd only been here for FOUR HOURS. Celia had given her the tour and she had RUBBED HER BODY on doorways and furniture as she went. I wanted to throttle her. She preened as Celia stroked her infuriatingly beautiful hair. Neither of them even looked at me fuming at them, they were as lost in each others' eyes as they had been the moment they walked in the door. Lana had been on her way out, off to work. She set my trigger so I couldn't leave the living room just as Celia walked in. With Eleni. Crawling next to her. I hadn't seen Eleni stand up the entire time they had been here. She had kneepads on, and they looked scraped. She had been crawling on pavement. And her mittens were nicer than mine. I stared down at my mittens - hers were soft, fur-covered... where mine were plain leather. Celia had tied me to the coffee table so Eleni could wander free... well, leashed. It was probably a good thing or I would have kicked her ass. "I'm going to go lay down for a bit, but I won't get any rest if you come with me," Celia teased her Pet, tapping the girl on the nose. She looked at me and smiled dreamily, oblivious to my fury, "You two be nice to each other now, okay?" "I miss you already, mistress!" Eleni called sweetly as Celia wandered off for her room, leaving the two of us alone. Oh, how I hated her. I stood and walked to the chair, glaring down at her... I couldn't reach, the leash was at its limits, and I had to stretch painfully to bat the remote onto the floor so I could pick it up. My chopstick was on the coffee table, which was weighted down so I couldn't lift it, but I had what I needed and My Best Friend's Keeper would be on soon. "I'm Eleni," she said cheerfully. "I know," I responded dryly, without turning her way. "I want to be friends," she declared. She was so fucking chipper it was infuriating. "That makes one of us," I growled. "What's your name?" she asked, undaunted by my subtle rebukes. Celia had gotten herself a moron. "My name," I turned on her, glaring, "is Alpha. Do you get me? You're lucky I can't get to you right now. You're in my cage next to my Keeper's chair, in my apartment." "They moved into your apartment?" she asked, a little surprised. That sort of thing did happen, but it was kind of taboo. It was cruel to make a Pet live in what had been her Unbound space, it was much kinder to make a clean break from her free life. "No!" I huffed, exasperated. "But I've been living here longer than you, so it's much more mine than yours." "I don't- " "Look," I cut her off sharply, scowling. "I just want to watch my show and pretend you don't exist, okay? Lana will be home soon and she'll kick you out of my cage and everything can go back to normal. Now shut up, My Best Friend's Keeper is about to start and... " "And Raquel is going to get caught!" she squeaked. She actually squeaked. I could hear the exclamation point at the end of her words, it was a tiny, adorable, disgustingly cute squeak. "But Vivienne doesn't know that Florence left the window in the music room open four episodes ago - they spent two on Florence and Giselle to keep us hanging - and even though the pet door is one-way, Raquel- " "Can still get out through the window, even with her mittens on!" I stared, dumbfounded at Eleni. "Wait, you like My Best Friend's Keeper?" "I love My Best Friend's Keeper, this season is almost as good as season 2, when Raquel first bonded to Nola, the whole reveal that- " "Wait, you... how long have you been watching?" I interrupted her again, gaping. I had only gotten involved with the show since I started living with Lana, since I lacked much else to do during the day. "Since the first episode! I never miss My Best Friend's Keeper, even when my mistress was conditioning me, she gave me breaks to watch the show. I would have been so sad if Raquel got caught and I missed it... My Best Friend's Keeper is even better than The Pet Diaries and I LOVE that show!" "Oh I hate that one," I blanched. "The dresses are horrid! I would overheat and die in one of those Victorian froofy, overwrought... wait. You've been watching Pet dramas for years? But... you just bonded. Like... " "Two days ago," Eleni's smile was a thousand watt flashlight, it was so bright it hurt to look at. "We met at the hair salon. Mistress was my next client and... well, we bonded. She took me out of the shop, to her parents' place for conditioning, and now I'm a Pet!" I was flabbergasted at how happy she was at the declaration. She had just lost everything she had ever worked for, and she was bonded to Celia of all people, she should be devastated! "You seem... really happy?" "Oh I am," she grinned. "I knew at age twelve that I wanted to be a Pet more than anything. Pets are just so... cute. Sweet. All they have to do is please their owner and everything is taken care of for them... for us. We only have to do one thing really well, make the person who loves us happy. I've never felt this good in my whole life, it's even better than I imagined! And mistress is amaz... shhh. It's starting!" I turned to watch the show. It was hard to focus, however, as I pondered Eleni's words. I had always wanted to be a Keeper. She had always wanted to be a Pet. She was... happy. Really happy. I still hated her for marking my stuff, for sitting in my cage and hogging my space... but I think I hated her a little less than I did before. And she was right. Raquel made it to the music room window and climbed out without being caught. I had forgotten all about the fact that Florence had even opened it... I stole at glance at Eleni, she was absorbing every moment of the show. Every facial expression, every nuanced word. She loved the life of Pets. "That was amazing!" she laughed, rolling onto her back in my cage, pressing her mittened hands to the bars on either side of her. "And watching it from a cage is way, way better than sitting on the couch! You can feel the tension! I mean, it was always entertaining before but now that I've felt some of the feelings a Pet experiences... " Once again, Eleni was interrupted, but not by me. My phone, on the other side of Lana's chair, had begun to ring. I scrambled for it but in my haste, I had forgotten about the leash and crashed to the floor as I found the end of the tether suddenly and unexpectedly. "Are you okay!?" Eleni cried as I tried to crawl to the phone. But I couldn't reach. It was just out of my grasp. "No!" I whined, wrapping the leash around one wrist and pulling as hard as I could. The table made an awful scraping sound against the floor as I managed the strength to move the heavy thing. But I had gained less than an inch. I tugged again and again, each pull rewarding me with the sound of nails on a chalkboard and another fraction of an inch. I had pulled the table three inches by the time the phone quit. I collapsed in a heap at the foot of Lana's chair. "Nooo.... Lana! I want Lana!" "Alpha?" Eleni called softly, "Are you okay? Lana's your Keeper, right? Awww... you missed her call." "I missed her call because of you," I spat, pulling myself up. "This is your fault. If you weren't here, I wouldn't be tied to the stupid table. If you weren't here, everything would be normal and I would have gotten to talk to Lana. I hate you! I hate you SO MUCH!" Eleni burst into tears as I towered over the cage, glaring down at her. My mittened fists were at my sides and I was positively shaking with rage. "Bad girl!" Celia shouted from the doorway, looking groggy. "Bad Kara! Bad!" Eleni cried harder in the cage, flinching and writing every time Celia said 'bad'. "Fuck you Celia!" I screamed. "Get her out of my cage! It's mine! It's mine! She made me miss Lana's call! I hate her!" Celia's slap against my face turned my head and I saw stars. I staggered back a step, stunned that she had actually hit me. I could feel the outline of her palm on my cheek, the blow left me with an instant headache from the sheer force. "You hit me... " I gasped. "You... you're a Pet abuser!" "The fuck I am," Celia snarled. "Look at Eleni, look at my sweet girl!" Eleni was curled into a ball, a sobbing wreck under my fury. "She's new, Kara. She's sensitive! You probably don't even remember your first few days, you were a fragile wreck and we all coddled you. Marcie took two days off and held you in her lap while Lana was at work. I spoonfed you when you were too sick from crying to eat." She grabbed my leash, unclipping me from the coffee table. "Look what you did to the floor! Ugh! We're going to lose our deposit over this, Kara! You are SUCH a bad girl! Lana is going to be FURIOUS with you." That's what did it. I crumpled under those words, my face still stinging. Lana was going to be so mad. I had hurt her best friend's pet. I had scratched up the floor. I had yelled and screamed... I was a bad girl. "I'm sorry," I whimpered. My heart cracked in two and I began to sob. "I'm sorry... " "You're going to be sorry," Celia snarled, dragging me roughly out of the living room. It felt cold outside of there, I could feel Lana's disapproval as I violated the bounds of the living room against my will. Celia dragged me to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it from the outside. "You just wait until Lana gets home." "Wait," I pleaded, scratching at the door. It was so cold... it was so cold outside the living room. "Please, I'm sorry! Please, I need to go back to the living room! I need to! Celia wait!" I heard the sound of her walking away, of the cage opening, of Eleni's bells ringing as Celia led the crying Pet back to her room to comfort her. I scratched my mittened paws helplessly against the door, rattling the knob and begging until my throat hurt. Everything was awful. And it was all Eleni's fault.

Hello! So I decided to just do a short one-shot of Kimmy's Keepers Universe. It's 1,987 words in length. I hope you enjoy. Bad smut ahead. This is probably only going to be a one-shot. Maybe a two-shot. I don't know. Sam Jackson at twenty two years old had just lost everything. Sam was a athlete, strong and powerful, yet not even she wasn't immune to the sudden phenomena that had spread across the globe in the last five years. No one really knew how it happened or why. There were scientists working on a cure for the 'infection' but there were many against finding a cure at all. It was a complicated battle. Both sides had valid points to the argument and one had argue that it was morally wrong for someone to 'own' a Pet or even to have a Pet at all yet those arguments were often debunked by groups supporting 'Keepers and Pets' claiming that the biology in a 'Pet' had changed and was different then that of a human. The other argument was that a Pet always had the choice to leave their Keeper if the Pet so wished but that never happened at all. It had been a surprise by many to see that no Pet's left their Keepers at all and funds had been put in place to support Keepers and Pets. The funds had grown hugely each year to the point that more and more people were now actively seeking a 'Pet' for monetary reasons or even for fame. Sam had no real interest in Keepers or Pets at all and found any type of 'movement' annoying in regards to them yet she did like to have a bit of fun at parties often teasing others that one day she would be a Keeper but that had been a joke and nothing more. If anything the concept of Keepers and Pets scared Sam a lot she wasn't the type of person who enjoyed responsibility often preferring to just lay back and relax and she knew that she wasn't a Keeper. The stereotypical Keeper had a certain air about them. A certain confidence that others didn't have. Did they always have that type of confidence and command or did it come about when they met their Pet for the first time? Sam believed that she could easily spot a Keeper straight away by just glancing at a person and she tended to stay as far away from anyone that she thought could be a Keeper. She didn't want to be a Pet. She didn't want to be some doe-eyed smiling idiot waiting for her Keeper to come home and change her soiled padding that she was helpless to change herself nor did she liked the idea of being in heat. It sounded awful. So when the other teams star striker rushed forward kicking the dirty football fast passing the midfielders Sam hadn't expect herself to freeze solid staring at the beautiful red head whose scent seemed to intoxicate her very being. What the fuck was happening? Soft sky-blue eyes stared wide into sparkling emeralds. She could see the striker smirking.... Kelly. She should be angry even furious but she wasn't..... She hadn't done what she was supposed to do at all! She hadn't stolen the stupid ball! She didn't even try to defend and she could hear the goalie, Sarah, screaming at her but she didn't care. She didn't care at all. Her focus was on Kelly. She found herself staring still and even moving forward almost without even thinking she had found herself up against Kelly gripping on to the striker's shirt with both her hands desperately clinging desperately wanting desperately needing.... She couldn't even talk. She had never met Kelly before but she had heard of her and now? Now it felt like her entire body was on fire and it felt painful like someone had locked her inside a burning building. "Shh." A cool cold hand held her cheek. Sam found herself leaning into Kelly's hand almost whimpering and could feel herself becoming more..... desperate. She didn't have the strength to stand but she didn't need any strength at all because Kelly had already grabbed a hold of her and was busy running her fingers through her dark auburn hair calming her down. Kelly hadn't expected this to happen at all. The first time she had even heard about Keepers and Pets she had scoffed at the very idea but over time she had slowly grown obsess over wanting a Pet. They all looked so adorable and helpless that it was hard to ignore Pet's yet the Keepers seemed to glow. Kelly had a little bit of a hobby of looking at before and after photos of popular Pet's and Keepers. The Keepers all seemed more attractive after becoming a Keeper while before they weren't as attractive. It seemed odd and it had been something she had decided to research for her final year at college. Surprisingly it had been very easy to fund her research project. "Let's get you home," said Kelly her voice soothing to Sam's ears, "this isn't the place for you." Sam couldn't hear anyone else's voice at all except Kelly's and in that moment Sam didn't care at all about anything else except for her Keeper who had lifted her up with ease. It had been two minutes till the end of the match and neither team had scored until Kelly made that shot. The other striker Rose had always tried scoring before but each time she had blocked the ball stealing it which was why Kelly had been sent in as a replacement..... It wasn't fair at all and Sam knew that she should be yelling even swearing at her Keeper yet now all she was doing was whimpering and suckling on Kelly's shoulder while her hips moved backwards and forwards thrusting desperately at Kelly in want and need. Kelly didn't even need to say a word to her team at all who were busy grinning at the victory that they had which meant that they were going to the finals. They just needed to play on for the next two minutes. Violet the team's couch had a Pet of her own and simply waved Kelly off, "Take her to the hospital first." It was all Violet had said before sending Rose back out onto the field. Kelly could feel herself becoming more in need of release. It wasn't as strong as Sam's need of release at all and she doubted she would ever get that bad but she could feel herself slipping away a little but she knew that she did do anything right now that she wouldn't be able to stop for a good few hours and Sam... Well... Kelly doubted that Sam wouldn't be able to stop at all judging by the way she smelt right now. Sam smelt sweet almost like honey, "Shh." A small whine-like whimper was all that Sam could do in reply to Kelly but almost instinctively she stopped moving about at the command of her Keeper, "Good girl." A rush of energy filled Sam and suddenly in a matter of moments her mind went to mush and all she could hear was Kelly's soft voice and a quiet chuckle from her Keeper. It had taken nearly six hours for Sam to recover and at that point she had found herself waking up in a living room that wasn't her's at all but Kelly's. The new Pet quickly felt a rush of emotion but she didn't feel scared because her Keeper was beneath her and holding her tightly. She had her head rested on Kelly's chest and she could hear the soft thumps of Kelly's heartbeat causing her to calm down yet she couldn't ignore the thick rustling plastic between her legs that Kelly continued to rub and pet almost like a reassuring mother trying to keep her baby feeling safe and secure. Before even opening her mouth she found Kelly's finger on her lips silencing her, "I know what you are going to say and no," stated Kelly, "you've already had two accidents and it also stops you from making a mess everywhere," continued Kelly with a teasing smirk, "I don't want my furniture getting sticky at all whenever you decide that you need to hump against anything." Sam's cheeks turned red and shyly she hid her face against Kelly's chest unable to protest against her. Could any Pet really protest against their Keeper? She was still getting used to the bond and what that bond meant. Her head still felt funny. A soft quiet buzzing filled the air and Sam was now much more awake then she had been. Sam and Kelly's eyes met once more, "The Doctor recommended it," stated Kelly, "said that it was needed for the first few days." It didn't take Sam long to orgasm at all. That didn't surprise Kelly. She had heard that Pet's tended to orgasm a lot and quickly but that only made them more horny until it got to the point that it hit the 'sweet spot' a certain type of orgasm that only humans and Keepers could dream of. In a certain way Kelly felt jealous of Sam in that regard but she knew that she wouldn't want to be in Sam's place at all. Sam was awfully cute padded up and Kelly knew that she needed to get more things for Sam as well as decide what type of Pet she wanted Sam to be. Cats, dogs and foxes were the most popular types of Pets. She wouldn't have to choose for at least a month though, thankfully. Kelly had a couple of tough choices to make and she knew that she needed to be careful in them because there were people out there that would hurt her and Sam because of their new-found status and relationship despite the fact that they both were happy right now and would continue to be happy for a long time. She could feel Sam's energy mixing with her own. It felt glorious. Sam's hair seemed softer now and Kelly enjoyed the feel of Sam's naked body against her finger tips. It felt right. Sam was more caught up in her pleasure to even care that she was naked expect for the thick diaper that would swallow up her sexual juices each time she squirted from each buzz of the electronic device that had been placed on her. Kelly's hands roaming Sam's body only furthered Sam's sexual ecstasy each time she felt a lone fingernail sliding down her back Sam would bend and moan shivering in pure delight. "That's it," whispered Kelly her voice becoming more heavy and soon she herself would need relief, "fill your diaper for Mummy like the good girl that you are." added the Keeper moaning to herself softly. She had heard other Keeper use that term and had heard others use the term Mistress but she didn't like the term Mistress at all she preferred the term Mommy. She liked the power that title suggested and it was more her style. She would need a leash, a collar, playtoys, treats and so much more for her Pet but more importantly she needed to fuck Sam senseless and that wasn't going to happen with both of them on the sofa with Sam humping at her leg with a electronic device buzzing away. "Noooooooooooo!" Kelly smirked, "Hush Pet." For the first time Sam glared but just as quickly that glare melted away at Kelly's lips upon her own, "I've got something better for you." Sam stared at her Keeper curiously, happy yet annoyed and impatient at having her pleasure time suddenly stopped until Kelly had picked her up and carried her into the master bedroom. She could smell Kelly's scent and she could tell that her Keeper needed relief now. Kelly's scent made Sam's mouth water in desperation. She needed Kelly. She needed to taste her, badly. She needed Kelly right now and forever.

Thank you! I'm always unsure when it comes to writing sex/smut or writing in general. I've just finished writing the second part to this so your in luck xD Part two ❤️ Word count - 3,151. I haven't proof-read this or my first post so there's likely going to be spelling/grammar problems. I'll fix these mistakes once this is fully completed. I also have no idea where this is going at all. "You know it's probably a good thing that we met when we did sweetheart," said Kelly, "your record shows that you were quite the little monster." For some reason Kelly had requested Sam's reports from college and high-school wanting to know more about what type of person her Pet was. "Graffiti, swearing...." Sam couldn't be bothered to listen at all to her Keeper yet she didn't want Kelly to get upset or annoyed at her over her school reports, "I wasn't a good student I know that but why do you have to read all that out? It's in the past." whimpered Sam. The high pitch whimper sent Kelly's heart-racing and she couldn't help but touch Sam's hair in an attempt to calm her Little Pet down wanting to comfort her. Kelly had a very valid reason for requesting Sam's records and that shouldn't be of any concern to her Pet at all. It had been three full days since they bonded and in those three days Kelly had suffered a range of different emotions that she had never thought possible at all. She had expected Sam to be sweet, loving and shy towards everyone because of how Sam interacted with her yet that wasn't the case at all! Kelly had been shocked and disappointed at Sam's potty mouth in front of Rose and had instantly told Sam off even going as far as to gag her with a pacifier gag. She could of gotten a muzzle for her Pet or a different type of gag but she had gone with a pacifier one in particular due to Sam's tendency to suckle at times. Kelly had seen how hurt Sam was by her words and it was hard to ignore the sudden guilt and surprising amount of pain she felt for making her Pet feel that bad but it was something she needed to get used to if she had any hope of being a good Keeper and making sure that Sam was well behaved with others. Kelly placed the file down on the living room table with a loud sigh which only caused Sam to whimper at her, "Look at you," said Kelly picking Sam up off the floor and more importantly off her leg, "there's nothing to be worried about sweetheart," reassured Kelly, "I just needed to check things out because I don't really know you properly do I?" paused Kelly holding Sam in her lap, "Yet I love you." added Kelly scratching softly underneath Sam's chin causing the young woman to let out a low soft purr causing Kelly to chuckle. "Can you be a good girl for me?" asked Kelly quietly yet sternly gazing into Sam's eyes causing the new Pet to almost melt under the intense gaze of her Keeper. Sam knew that she had been rather naughty around Rose but that wasn't her fault! Rose had started teasing her and joking about her! Then it slowly turned to the topic of the football game that the two teams had and how she wasn't a good defender! Rose had been trying to make her angry and she knew why! A angry Pet often meant a more sexual Pet but that had big draw backs because it wasn't seen as a positive way to take care of a Pet and a law had even been passed warning Keepers that if they trained or decided to keep their Pet in a angry stressful state that they could face serious harm and that their Pet could even be put down in some cases due to the mental state that they could get in if they become enraged thus becoming a danger everyone including themselves. Normally a Keeper could calm their Pet down thanks to the bond but there had been a few cases where a Keeper was at work or wasn't with their Pet when someone decided to poke the beast. It hadn't ended well. Sam had expressed those concerns after her gag had been removed and Rose had left to go out to a nightclub and thankfully Kelly had been sympathetic to Sam while still maintaining the ground that it wasn't good for Sam to swear and that it was something the two of them would need to work on among other things. The Pet had secretly listened into a phone call between the two friends and was glad to hear Kelly tell Rose off over it but not so glad that Kelly had told Rose about her fear of going into a 'rage' and that Rose was invited back to the house to chill and hang out with her today. Sitting on Kelly's lap Sam wriggled her padding wet but not wet enough for a change, "I love you tooooo!" replied Sam causing Kelly to smile a little. "What is it?" Sam wriggled on Kelly's lap. "We both know that you want something otherwise you wouldn't be so fidgety Baby so tell me and I might be able to help you out." Sam huffed and rested her head against Kelly's shoulder her cheeks slightly red, "I'm wet." replied Sam causing Kelly to laugh. "Your always wet." joked Kelly touching Sam's padding gently not wanting her girl to get excited right now but that hope was dashed in the instant her hand had touched Sam's crotch, "Sam," warned Kelly lightly, "be a good girl and I'll give you a treat later okay baby?" Sam pouted and huffed but Kelly was surprisingly use to this response and simply kissed Sam's cheek knowing that in a few seconds her Little Pet would be smiling brightly again. They sat in silence for a good couple of minutes together both content and happy with each other even with Sam's constant need for attention, "Rose will be over today I expect you to be on good behaviour," said Kelly softly knowing that Sam didn't like the way Rose had treated her a few days ago, "she's got a treat for you." added Kelly softly. Sam had whined again in annoyance and once more in curiosity looking at Kelly intensely and suddenly the Keeper regretted ever saying the word 'treat' as her Pet moved fast and Sam was no longer resting on her but now bouncing on her like a excitable little bunny. Kelly had to hold Sam's waist to balance her Pet while she bounced and talked way to fast for her to even understand a single word that her Little Pet was saying to her right now, "Sam," said Kelly, "calm down and look at me," paused Kelly waiting for her Pet to sit back down in her lap properly, "good girl," stated Kelly reinforcing positive behaviour which would only make their bond stronger and Sam more submissive, "now I know you're excited but when you talk that fast I can't understand you," continued Kelly smiling ever so softly at her Pet, "there's nothing to be ashamed about baby it's normal for Pet's to get that excited and you are so adorable when you get like that," cooed Kelly, "mommy's here." Sam had a tendency to talk fast at times but with her new-found bond it was much more worse and while Sam could hear what she was saying with ease she knew that Kelly and others couldn't at times which made it harder to communicate but surprisingly some Pet's had the same problem yet unlike their Keepers or others that were not bonded they could hear other Pet's just fine when one got to that point. Some Keepers had the ability to learn to listen to their Pet's whenever they talked like that but it took time and it wasn't a easy skill to master at all. It almost seemed like a new language in some ways. Sam took a deep breath, "Sorry I just got a little bit excited." Kelly chuckled, "Silly Pet." Sam wriggled again on Kelly's lap trying her best to ignore the built up heat she felt down there but it was difficult and she wanted to touch herself so much but she knew that Kelly didn't like it when she touched herself at all. "You're mine and that means you're cunt is mine, Pet," growled Kelly, "no touching allowed." Kelly had fucked her brains out that night and each diaper change meant play time for the two. It seemed that the sight of her sexual want for her Keeper made Kelly's own needs explode terribly. Kelly didn't have the 'heat' at all which was why she was in more control and could dominate Sam so easily. There were many other reasons and factors as well but it all came down to one thing and that was the bond. Kelly knew easily what Sam wanted and she could judge how Sam felt instantly, emotionally, mentally and physically. It was a great gift to have but one that sometimes left her feeling possessive and it had only been a few days since they bonded. In a way Kelly felt a little scared of herself and wondered how far her possessive nature would go with Sam in the next couple of weeks. They hadn't gone outside yet at all and hadn't separated at all properly. It would be two big obstacles that they would have to contend with soon because her team was going be on a bus for the finals and that meant a long bus journey and staying in a hotel for a couple of days! Kelly was just thankful that Violet had her own Pet which made things a little more easy for her because she knew that she couldn't leave Sam alone for that long at all and she doubted she would be able to focus without Sam nearby. She wanted to win the finals, badly. Not just for herself or her team but for Sam especially. Kelly felt guilty to an extent that the bond had happened during their match and not outside the match. She could sense a certain sadness and disappointment in Sam when it came to their match and all she could do was comfort her Pet but they both knew that it was unlikely that Sam would ever play competitively again. Sam's frame was getting smaller and her bones were becoming more frail. A simple knock to the fall in the future could be very painful for Sam and she wasn't sure if she could allow her Pet to get hurt at all like that. Kelly knew that the sport she and Sam played didn't have a lot of physical contact compared to others but there was enough for Kelly to be worried. There were teams who were happy to play dirty and that often meant others would find the back of their legs been kicked, hard. Then there was the chance that someone could pull on Sam's shirt or even worse her arm in an attempt to get the ball! If Sam was a midfielder she might of felt a little more differently but Sam wasn't a midfielder but a defender which meant that the other team would get more aggressive with her because they were closer to the goal. The bond would likely cause her to freak out and she particularly didn't want to find out how badly she would freak out at seeing someone knock Sam down or touch her in anyway.... Sam sensing Kelly's change of energy placed her nose against her Keeper's cheek gently nuzzling her, "What you thinking?" Kelly smiled and gently kissed Sam's forehead, "Just a few things that we need to do sweetheart," replied Kelly knowing that she needed to make Sam feel as if she was included in decisions despite the fact that she wasn't at all, "I think I can her Rose knocking," paused Kelly thinking for a moment on if she should leave Sam in the kitchen, "come on." Without much effort Kelly lifted Sam up with ease thanks to hew new-found strength and carried her towards the door. She could feel Sam wriggling a little and simply patted her padded bottom partially in comfort and in warning that she needed to be a good girl. Rose entered the small house that seemed more like a cottage carrying a large plastic bag, "Violet decided to give me a few things yesterday at practice for your new Pet." explained Rose going into the cozy living room with Kelly following her while Sam simply glared at her. She hadn't forgiving Rose for her comments from the first time that they had met properly but she was willing to get along with Rose.... Sam found herself zoning out after the first few minutes of Kelly and Rose talking to each other. It was boring and she wasn't one for gossip and Kelly's hand felt sooooo good right now on her bare stomach! The light rubbing and scratching felt glorious and Sam couldn't help but drool slightly in response. It would of been humiliating being treated like this or it should of been but it wasn't at all! She could feel Kelly's energy and how good her Keeper felt right now! It mixed with her own energy and Sam was lost in complete bliss to the point that she hadn't even heard Rose's giggle or Kelly giving Rose permission to touch her. Rose's hand on her head felt weird but that was because Rose wasn't her Keeper yet Sam was in ecstasy over the energy that the bond produced for her right now that she didn't really care and after a minute Rose's hand didn't feel strange at all! It didn't feel as good as Kelly's but it still sent signals of pleasure to her brain and throughout her body. "She's getting pretty wet." giggled Rose her hand rubbing Sam's stomach while Kelly's hand smoothed Sam's hair, "shouldn't you changed her unless you want her leaking everywhere?" Kelly blushed a little and sighed, "I probably should but we're still having issues in that regard." explained Kelly causing Rose to blush a little in return. It wasn't that hard to figure out the problem and she wasn't sure if she wanted to see Sam properly in heat at all nor did she want to find out how possessive Kelly was giving the phone call that they had a few days ago. Sam turned her head and started to suck on Kelly's shirt causing the Keeper to laugh a little while Rose searched the plastic bag for a pacifier, "Thank you." said Kelly with relief at the pacifier and putting it into Sam's mouth but not before carefully removing Sam's mouth from her shirt first. "Will you be coming to practice tomorrow?" asked Rose, "We kind of need you because Gina broke her ankle last night," paused Rose, "you can bring Sam along? Violet's offered to look after her while we train." added Rose looking at Kelly hopefully. The Keeper had seen the photos last night of Gina's broken ankle on Facebook and knew that she would be needed on the team but could she really go out tomorrow with Sam? Was Sam even ready to go outside? She couldn't leave Sam alone right now but going outside would be a new thing for the two of them! Would Sam be able to behave? Would Sam get upset without her nearby? Would it be to noisy for her? Or even scary for her Pet? "Could you pick me up? I'd rather not drive with Sam in the car and I haven't gotten a cage yet at all to contain her." explained Kelly watching Sam suckling on her new pacifier without a care at all her Pet's eyes glazed over almost as if her brain had been turned off or over-loaded with pleasure. Rose and Kelly talked for the next hour while Sam continued to be out of it in her own world full of bliss and wonder. She never wanted to be a Pet or a Keeper but she wouldn't want to change anything in the world right now! This was the most happy she had ever been in her entire life! It felt impossible to be this happy and feel this good and yet she did feel the impossible! She had barley registered Rose's hand leaving her stomach at the time and would later deny the fact that she was whimpering and whining at the sudden lost of attention and affection from Rose having to leave and the amount of babytalk that she had received from the two during her 'fuzzy' episode. She wouldn't of accepted Rose at all if it weren't for Kelly being there and giving her 'lovings' first! "You were so adorable! I thought you and Rose would be butting heads today!" Kelly grinned amused by what had happened while Sam sat on the floor pouting, "We would of if you hadn't started rubbing my stomach first! It isn't fair!" argued Sam folding her arms over her naked chest annoyed only for that annoyance to melt away at Kelly's hand on her bulging wet diaper having decided to double diaper her Pet rather then change her. She needed Sam to get use to wet diapers after all. Sam looked at Kelly with a certain hunger and desperation. "Let's go get you changed." Sam grinned knowing full well what that meant and tried her best to get up to pounce on her Keeper but she quickly found herself on her bottom again unable to even get up properly let alone stand. "Crawl for me my Pet." Sam's heat exploded and in an instant she was crawling to the bedroom in want and need of her Keeper's touch and attention while Kelly simply walked behind Sam slowly almost teasingly. Each time Sam turned to look at Kelly she would get a little smile and a simple wave of the hand gesturing her to continue her crawl to the bedroom despite Kelly being behind her. "Can you get on the bed for me Pet?" asked Kelly already knowing that the answer was no giving what had happened in the living room moments ago, "Don't worry Pet," teased Kelly, "no one expects you to do anything that complicated anymore." added Kelly lifting Sam up with ease once more showing off her strength. Sam would of cursed Kelly out for teasing her like that yet she only found herself more turned on by her Keeper's words and worse of all Sam knew that Kelly could sense her increased arousal. "Silly Pet." In a matter of minutes Sam and Kelly found themselves within their own little world of pleasure. Primal and intoxicating yet sensual and full of love. Keeper and Pet bonding over and over again each time their bond growing stronger with each kiss, each time they touched each other and brought each other to climax. Their scents mixing together filling their senses to the maximum.

Chapter Two: Desperation I used the spare room to change out of my messy diaper and my brother used his own room. The whole thing had been so... unexpected. He couldn't hold it. I felt so much pity and guilt that I... I shook my head and felt a blush on my cheeks. I couldn't believe I'd done that! Ugh, this was so humiliating. But at least... at least we were humiliated together. Maybe that meant all this teasing could finally stop... I couldn't look at her the next day. Not at first. But that shame turned into contemplation and contemplation into annoyance and then that into contempt, all before lunch time. I was a man, and she couldn't just... do that to me. She couldn't take advantage of me like that. That's what all my friends would have told me: bitches need to know their place, in the kitchen or on their knees. Right? "I think you owe me an apology." I said to her, frowning. She'd brought lunch back to the room. Maybe she was offering an olive branch. But it wasn't enough. What she'd made me do? Ugh. Fucking gross. "Uh... for what, exactly?" The lock on the bathroom door? I'd fixed it early this morning. I had to drive all the way out to the Walmart on the edge of town, but whatever. And I bought lunch - pizza from his favorite place. "Stop being a smart ass and just sit down, okay?" That just pushed my buttons even worse, and I shook my head, clenching my teeth. "People aren't toys or dolls, you know that right? Last night was... it was sick, okay, and you need help." Maybe it was too much for the throat, but I had a lot on my mind to say! "...what are you even talking about? When you shit your diaper? Yeah, that was pretty gross, if I do say so myself." Yeah, that was a petty thing to say. But I was pissed off! We were finally over this and he's bringing it back up? Ugh. "When you forced me to do that, yes. When you trapped me and set me up and then... then shit yourself, too. And like, that's okay for girls, girls have less control than guys anyway. But you can't just...you can't do that to me, sis. Alright? Now what's that, pizza?" Yeah I made my point. She got it now. "Less... control?" I glared at him. "Less control? You couldn't hold it for one goddamn night and messed a diaper, but I have less control?!" Okay, so maybe this fight wasn't over. I put the pizza down on the table and smacked my brother across the face. "Women have just as much control as men, you got it?!" "Don't fucking hit me, what the hell? Who do you think you are? That's why women get beat up by their men, because they act like this" I knew I messed up. I knew I went too far. And I took a deep breath. "Look. I'm sorry. I know you’re embarrassed that you're underdeveloped and a late bloomer and stuff. And I'm sympathetic. But you have to admit, last night you went a bit crazy..." ...who was this guy? He wasn't my brother. He was an asshole! I went to hit him again, but I stopped myself. Hm... "Fine. Let's make a bet, then." My brother loved to bet. It was a weakness of his, and I knew enough to use it against him. "Two diapers. A two-liter of soda each. Whoever pisses themselves first has no control." I was fine with wearing diapers, honestly. I mean, it was embarrassing, but whatever. I'd worn them for the past year anyway. "Wait, the girl with the bladder issues is betting me here?" Oh what an idiot. I smirked, ideas formulating in my head. "Fine. But when I win, you have to admit that girls have no control over their own bodies and should just be quiet and listen to their boyfriends. And you're not allowed to be pissy if I make fun of your diapers. And if you win... well, who am I kidding? You won't win." "And if I win, you'll be a girl for a week." He stared blankly, like I was crazy or something. "You'll give up all your control. I'll dress you. I'll give you a girl's name. And you'll be a complete girl for an entire week. Deal?" He gave me a nervous look, then with some gesture of reassurance, he put out his hand. We shook. Oh, this was going to be fun. "We start at seven tonight. Get a two-liter of your choice. Until then, let's eat pizza." She was going to be put in her place and our relationship would be better than it had ever been. Girls just needed to learn their place in the world, that was all. And there could be a lot less conflict in the world. I ate pizza. Things felt normal. We both went to the store that evening, around five. I already had diapers for the both of us - pink, only to cement his loss further. But we needed soda. The coolers were stocked with a ton of cold 2-liters. I took a look at all of them and settled on Sprite. No caffeine. Caffeine was a diuretic - in other words, it made you pee. Any nurse would know that. I got Mountain Dew, because the caffeine would keep me awake and alert and all I had to do was stay awake longer than my bedwetting twin, and she'd lose by default. I felt smug in my purchase; so smug that I even got a Monster to go along with it. "I hope you enjoy admitting the truth to me, sis." "Oh, I absolutely will enjoy it." Wow, what a dumb boy. It was amazing we were related. We got back to his apartment and I put the two-liters on the counter. "Starting now, you can't back out. You sure you wanna do this?" "I don't know, sis, I've been having my doubts. I love you a lot, and it's just..." She looked at me with sparkling eyes. "I'd feel bad if you humiliated yourself over this, you know? I know you're sensitive about it. And if you'd only apologize we could call this off, okay?" Welp. Milo had his chance. “That's not going to happen, so let's get going." I pointed to my bedroom and he looked at me a little bewildered. "I'm changing you, remember? You proved yesterday that you're too incompetent to do it yourself." "Yeah but I'm not going to be actually using this thing so it's fine, I can do it." I was still so cocky. I had flashbacks, ideas in my head of what had happened, of her messing herself like a disgusting child. Flashes in my head of her pushing her butt against my face after she did. Wow. Did that even happen? Why was I even thinking about such gross things? "The diaper has to stay on the entire time, and if you dress yourself it won't stay on more than five minutes." My voice was stern. Assertive. He rolled his eyes and walked into my room. I pulled out the pink diaper and unfolded it in front of him. "Lay down. Pants off." "You know, it's kinda fucked up that you keep wanting to see me naked, Vania." I took my pants off, I wasn't ashamed, and sat back down on the edge of her bed. She was super attractive, I got that, I mean we shared the same DNA so that much was obvious. But she was also my sister. "I think it's more fucked up that your dick gets hard when your sister tapes you into thick pink diapers," I said casually, offhandedly, as I lifted his legs and slid the diaper under his bottom. Sure enough, when I lowered it, there was his cock, standing at attention and ready to greet me. “…yeah well... it's just a physical response. If you touched it, it would go right down. It’s just because I'm naked and..." Man, I was mumbling and stammering and blushing. I thought about her crinkly ass on my face. And my cock jumped again. What the heck little guy?! "Yeah, I'm sure you'd love if I touched it. Pervert." I pulled the diaper between his legs and taped it in place around his hips. Gosh, he sure looked like a little girl already. Maybe, after I won this bet, I would do more than dress him like a girl. I could dress him up as my little girl. He certainly deserved it after all. "Okay, you're good to go." I was really put off by the thoughts I'd been having, and I drank my monster quietly while sitting on the sofa. She was crazy. My sister was crazy. She didn't give me any pants, and when she came out, she wasn't wearing any either. Just us. Twins. Adult twins. In matching diapers, and on display. I thought about last night and got a little warm. I had to look away. "Don't drink that." Though when I took the Monster out of his hands, it was already half gone. "We are both drinking a 2-liter. It has to be finished within the hour. And no bathroom. No anything. And no excuses. Got it?" I tossed him his Mountain Dew. Within the HOUR? I looked at her, I frowned, and I did something completely manly and adult: I stuck my tongue out. I'd drink it within half an hour! Of course by the time I was halfway through the bottle I felt sick and bloated. "Ugh... I feel sick... maybe we can do this another time?" "Hey, you made the bet. You're welcome to give up if you want." He had finished half the bottle in fifteen minutes, which seemed pretty stupid to me. But whatever. I took a sip of my Sprite. "Surrender and I'll go easy on you this week." "I'm not surrendering. I'm saying maybe we could do this tomorrow when I'm not sick. I'm obviously sick and it wouldn't be fair for you to win against me if I'm sick, would it? That would be cheating. And I know you'd wanna win fair and square, Vania." Like she'd ever win. But I could play to manipulate. "I gave you an out half an hour ago. You didn't take it. I don't want to hear any more complaining. Either surrender or shut up." I took another big sip of my Sprite and turned the television volume up so I didn't have to listen to my brother bitch. I sipped the drink. And groaned. And sipped. And groaned. By the time I finished it, I felt like death warmed up, I felt fizzy and full and gross. "Fine, I give up. You said we could call it even if I gave up, right? I give up." She didn't even acknowledge me. She just turned the volume up! "Vania...hey..." "No. I said you could give up and I would take it easy on you this week. But you'll still be a girl." I finished the last sip of my Sprite and checked the time. Perfect pacing. It was just before eight. "You don't already have to go, do you? I mean, I'm doing just fine, so..." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Right but... but you can say you won, alright? I won't tease you about your problem anymore. I won't even make you apologize for shitting your pants in front of me, or making me do that... that stuff. I'm your brother, let's just make up okay?" Oh god I had to pee. "And you have no control?" He glared at me and I turned to him. "Say you have no control. That boys have less control than girls. That you'd rather be a girl. And you'll honor your half of the bet." Simple, straightforward. "If you do, I'll be kind to you for the next seven days." "Not gonna say that." It was time to stop begging. It was time to stop being pathetic. I sat up and I jumped on her, and I pinned her down to the sofa by her wrists. My crotch pressed against hers by virtue of the thickness of our diapers. "It's time for this to be over now okay? I'm your brother so you gotta listen to me." He pinned me to the sofa and I looked up at him with surprise. Oh... I mean, I didn't think he was going to do that. And... I felt a little blush on my cheeks. "I don't listen to anybody who breaks bets," I said as firmly as I could. "People who break bets are just liars and cheaters. Are all men like that?" I'm not breaking the bet, I'm just being reasonable and..." She was blushing. I could use this! "And you don't want to be in charge, you made this bet because you wanted to lose, because girls are submissive naturally, that's what you learn in college... I didn't know it at first, but it's true. Girls are just..." I took a gamble. "Girls are warm holes for boys to put their dicks in. You should be thankful. So let's stop pretending here, okay?" Not that I was going to fuck my sister. But I could use her natural submission here to win. ...gosh he was so fucking stupid. Like, I mean, honestly. It was remarkable. But... hmm... "Yeah? Well... I don't think I could ever look up to you again after watching you mess your self last night? I thought maybe this bet could get things back to normal. You could show me how much control you have, and how little I have? Right? But if you're just going to back out now... maybe you don't have any control after all." "I have plenty of control..." I winced at the cramp in my bladder. "I'm your big brother." By a technicality. "You're always going to look up to me." I got off her. Only because staying stretched out like this was making it harder to focus on not wetting myself. "I need to pee." "I gotta pee too," I muttered, a little nervously. I mean, sure, I did. But not that badly. I would be able to hold it just fine for at least another hour, no problem. But some false hope would definitely encourage him. "I mean, I hope I don't lose..." "You're going to lose." She wanted to lose. She wanted me to be in charge. She was a girl. "How about you just do it, sis? I mean, you didn't really want to win, right? If you win you basically have to give up all your time and energy for... for what, to embarrass me? Let's be truthful here, you want to lose, so let's just get it over with.” I put one hand out and held hers... then put her hand, and mine, to the front of her diaper. "Be my baby girl okay?" So fucked up. I couldn't believe this boy was so stupid. How was he my twin? We shared half our DNA? It was amazing... "Milo... I can't do that. I'm going to honor our bet, no matter what. You'll probably win, right? Because boys just have more control. So why are you so scared? A real man wouldn't be scared." I handed him the remote. "Now let's watch more TV." "Right.." Right. She was right. She was going to lose. She was basically admitting it. Which was why I was so sure, so relaxed. So calm and content that only five minutes later I stood up in shock, having started to just wet the damn diaper "Oh no no no, no, fuck, no, hey, wait, stop!" "Oh no, what's wrong?" But it was obvious. The front of his pink diaper started to darken, to fill up and thicken between his legs. I smiled quietly to myself. "Oh goodness... look at you. You really wet yourself? I thought you had so much control? I mean, I'm still dry, and I'm a girl." "Shut up, you're not fucking helping okay." I was so pissed. Furious. I tore at the tape of the diaper, like getting the piss away from me would make this not happen, but she grabbed my hand when I tried, and she slapped me so hard I fell back on the sofa. What the fuck. "You are not taking that off, little miss!" I said with a tone very different to the one I was just using. I grabbed him by the ear and pulled him up off the sofa, dragging him down the hall and into my bedroom. He nearly ripped the diaper, it seemed... I didn't think he would have been so stupid! "You lost, Milo. You're a girl now." "No I'm not, this is dumb, you're dumb! I'm not doing this, I'm not a girl, I'm not wearing fucking diapers, and you're not pushing your diapered butt on my face okay!" I was crying. Fucking crying. But that was expected; she was hurting me!! ...diapered butt on his face? What the hell was he talking about? Uh... "You treat me like I'm beneath you, just because I'm a girl. I can handle you teasing me about the diapers, because yeah, it's sort of embarrassing. But there's nothing wrong with being a girl, and I'm going to show you that. You have no control. You just wet yourself like an infant! So this week, I'm in charge. And if you don't agree right now, you'll be punished." "Fuck you!" Punished, what was this? Some lewd fanfiction? I was her brother, she couldn't fucking punish me, that's not now this worked! I was going to make her pay for this, I was going to get so even with her. "That's a naughty word for a girl your age," I said with a smile on my face. The more I thought about it, the more I loved the idea of Milo being a little girl. Because being a woman isn't diminishing at all - it's empowering. Being a little girl, however... so I took him by the hair and sat down on my bed, pulling him over my lap and smacking the seat of his wet diaper with the palm of my hand. What. What. WHAT. What was she doing?! "That doesn't even hurt you... you stupid... stupid bitch!" But feeling the wet cotton smooshed against my skin, the sound of what was only a diaper being hit, the faint smell of my pee... it was all a very heady mix of embarrassing that compounded quickly. "It doesn't?" It sure hurt my hand, after five spankings. So I reached down to his jeans that he'd left on the floor and pulled the belt out of the loops. I folded it in half and brought it down hard on his padded bottom. The sound was deafening, a crack like lightning, and his body physically jumped in the air. "Is that better, my little Millie?" Millie? MILLIE? I was about to mouth off about it, but the pain felt like lightning and I howled, kicking my feet. What was happening?! This wasn't how gender relationships worked, this isn't what siblings did with each other! This was sick and wrong and each time she hit me, I yelped, pushed forward, rubbed my cock in the wet diaper, and got harder, building an association. I was shaking, begging her to stop. Tears dripped down his cheeks and I finally put the belt on the floor, rubbing his bottom through the diaper. "Shh, shh, it's okay Millie, it's okay... I don't like punishing you, but you have to learn. This week, big sis is in charge, right?" He didn't answer, so I pinched his thigh. "Right? Or do you want another few whacks with that belt?" "R-right... f-fine... no more... please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I teased you, I'm sorry..." Mostly I wanted her to stop because I was in pain, and bawling. I also wanted her to stop because if she didn't I was going to cum. And I couldn't comprehend that, couldn't rationalize it. But I was still hard as stone. I helped my baby sister up on his feet and rubbed the tears from his eyes. "Shh, it's okay, your big sissy is going to take care of you. Let's put you in a cute nightgown and we'll go back out there and watch TV, alright? Come on, let's go." I didn't mention anything about changing his wet diaper. "Um..." I grabbed for her hand, missed, and caught her top she was wearing. I lost my words, then mumbled: "Can you take me out of this thing please...?" Not ‘can I take it off’, but ‘can you take it off me’. I was shaking. I felt disgusting. Small. Diminished. Aroused. And all I could think about was last night. "Oh, no honey, not yet. With how much you had to drink, you're bound to need your diaper in the next hour and that one is very thick - it will hold." He looked mortified as I pulled out a pink nightgown I had packed. "Arms up, baby girl. I promise to change you before bed, if you're good. Otherwise, you might get a rash." A rash. Change me. A nightgown. I shook my head and started apologizing under my breath, over and over. She'd listen. She'd end this. She made her point, I got it, we didn't need to do this anymore. We were fine, this was fine, this could be over now... right? Right? "Hm, no nightgown? Well, you can stay in the diaper until morning then. How's that? But when you have a rash, you'll be sorry." I sighed and put the nightgown down, but he quickly stopped me. "Oh, what's that? You want to be good now?" "I'm good... I'm a good boy, a good brother, okay? I just... the wrong people... I didn't mean to hurt yo-" She stopped me talking and held up the nightgown and I put my arms up just so she'd let me continue. "I'm not a girl, Van, I'm not.." "Obviously you need more spankings," I said with a sigh. "I thought we agreed that I was in charge, but you haven't learned your lesson yet." I grabbed the boy by the ear and dragged him over to the bed once more, where I threw him down over my lap. That was all it took before he started crying again. I thought when I started to cry, that she'd stop. That she wouldn't hit me again. I was wrong. And the problem was that within four hits, I let out a moan instead of a yelp; I didn't mean to, I didn't! And it's not like I came, it just... the rubbing was feeling nice and... and that made her stop. And the silence was deafening. "I'll be good…” I offered, hoping she hadn't heard it. ...well, that was strange, wasn't it? I looked down at him, whimpering on my lap, but that sound. He wasn't enjoying this, was he? It really wouldn't make sense... but regardless, I stood him up and looked into his eyes. "You'll listen to what I say. And if you don't, you'll be spanked with your own belt." He nodded softly. "You'll be in that diaper until morning for disobeying me." "I need to... do the other thing..." I mumbled, then tried a peace offering, "a-after I go to the bathroom, we can watch TV? I'll wear anything you want okay? And be good." God when did I become so pathetic? I should have just let him go, honestly. I didn't want to deal with him shitting himself again. The first time wasn't that fun. But this moment was strangely alluring. I didn't want to lose my control over the situation. "I'm in control, remember? You'll wear your nightgown and use your diapers. Or do you need the belt again?" I didn't even say no. I didn't even argue. I bit my lip and just followed her into the living room. I could hold it, I was sure I could. I wasn't that broken and pathetic. She was just my sister, and I could play along. Thats all this was, right? Playing along? Right. Playing along. I yelped when she started to brush my hair, mostly because I didn't expect it. "What are you doing..?" "Brushing your hair. There's not a lot I can do with it because it's so short, but I could pin up your bangs and shape your eyebrows later. You'll look much more feminine." He didn't say anything so I took the initiative. "That's alright with you, isn't it?" Of course, if he said no, he'd be spanked again. "It doesn't matter... as long as it's alright with you." I told her what I figured she wanted to hear. If I argued, she would just spank me again. After I’d come to close to... to that, I couldn't risk that. So I figured I'd just... play along. Right? "Good girl, Millie. You're learning so quickly." I pinned his bangs up with a flower barrette and went to find some tweezers from my purse. By the end of the night, he looked like a cute little girl, or at least, a cute boy dressed like a cute girl. That was good enough for me. "It's getting late, Millie. Let's get you in bed." "I really need to go... uh..." I mean, I'd be good, right? She'd understand. "I really need to-" She looked at me sternly and I shook my head. "Nevermind, I mean, nothing, I... I'll go sleep now?" Tomorrow, she'd let this be done with. She got bored easily. "I'll tuck you in," I told him, leading him to his bedroom. "No!" he shouted, getting in my way. I gave him a stern look and put my hands on my hips. "I'm sorry? Is the little girl in the wet diaper telling me what to do? I thought I was your big sister, and you had no control? Or does Mr. Belt need to teach you a new lesson?" Mr. Belt. I wanted to scoff at her. To taunt her and tell her that even when she had a modicum of power, she still needed a man to do her dirty work. But I was worn out, and tired, and embarrassed. So although my mouth opened to say it, no words came out apart from: "I'm itchy... and smell bad..." "And you'll be changed in the morning," I said simply. I knew he'd wet himself again very soon, maybe before he even fell asleep. But I also knew my brother couldn't be trusted. Obviously it was a mistake to let him sleep alone. So I pushed past him and into his room, and... well I'd seen a lot of guys' rooms before. I knew what to expect. But I wasn't prepared to see Milo's. This sure explained a lot... "That's the end of the chapter," Selphie said with a smile. "What?!" Ana cried out. "No way! He didn't even mess himself! Write that part!" "Nuh uh, I left it on a cliffhanger so the readers--" "Gimme that!" Ana snatched the book out of Selphie's hand and opened it up to a fresh page. ----------------------- Thanks for reading! Make sure to Like and Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon!

One time many many years ago (probably about 1988) I went to a small pharmacy because they had disposable adult diapers on a close out sale. I don't even remember the brand. I was wearing a new and inexpensive pair of navy blue shorts I had just bought and a disposable diaper undernieth. As I was looking at the sale diapers, the women clerk came over to ask if I needed any help. I asked her if they had any more because there was only one package in my size on the shelf and she said, "Yes, we have more in the basement". She went down and came up with 2 more packages in my size and set them on the floor since I didn't have a shopping cart (with only one package why get a cart?). When I bent down to pick them up, the whole seat of my shorts ripped out, and I mean the whole seat from crotch to waistband! Immediately I felt the rip part and my diaper thrust out from top to bottom in the back! There were several people in the store and I still had to go to the check out counter to pay for my diapers. I know anyone who even casually glanced my way saw my diapers poking out. Very embarrassing to say the least, a 29 year old guy carrying 3 bags of adult disposable diapers with a disposable diaper hanging way out through a big tear in the back of my shorts! I may as well not have been wearing any shorts at all as visible as my diaper was! Lesson learned, don't buy a pair of shorts for only $5 if you expect them to hold up!

Hi there everyone, I really enjoy watching and doing wetting through Skirts/Dresses/Pantyhose, and the last skirt wetting blog dates back to 2009. I would just like to 'get the panties wet again' and add something more up to date.

I like the way you think.

Yes I remember. Did it so much I was getting sore. I wonder if that had anything to do with our 1st daughter coming 9 months later? LOL

I find it ironic that it happened actually. Being a DL was one of those things that I didn’t tell anyone about for the longest time, and quite frankly, still haven’t told that many people about. I started having incontinence issues about 5 years ago and fought it for a while trying all of the other ways to deal with it first before I chose to just wear diapers and move on with my life. Until I had, I was so stressed out about finding a bathroom in time before I wet or soiled myself. I tried cath, both foleys and the condom style. I couldn’t deal with the Foley’s after being in more than 24 hours at a time. The condom caths a couple times came undone and after that I said never again. Moving to diapers has cut down on the stress tremendously. But, it’s one of those things that you can’t hide very well, so many close friends/ family now know about them. So, after a full 18 months of wearing them: Somedays it sucks, Somedays I’m happy about it. If I had to go back to the beginning of when I first started having problems, I would have just chose to wear them full time.

Welcome back BooBoo! Loving the story so far. I didn't get to read it before the big Story Crash of '17. It's Hypocratic Oath, BTW. I do like the change of heart though by the ladies towards Sammi. Hopefully, she'll tire of any sort of rebellion, and relax and accept her new status. Looking forward to the next few chapters. I'd love to read more from Robbie's perspective.

super chapter it looka the future is getting worked out for one and all. I do hope you continue to write great storys and I hope you yourself get better soon with hugs.

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Yes I am doing the same thing. I have been 24/7 for over a year. When I started wearing to bed I would wake up and wet my diaper and just fall back to sleep and I got better quality sleep too! Now, like you I am waking up more than a few nights a week with a wet diaper and not even remembering. It doesn't bother me at all because I wet nightly into my teens and periodically through life. I guess technically I was always a bed wetter.

I hope you are feeling better and soon will be up to continuing this story. Rather anxious to hear of what decisions are going to be made by troublesome Sammi. For the safety of Robbie and others they do have to test the Fifle_Fex on someone.

I watched the movie to say. She is wearing a pull up most of the movie. Sometimes You can hear them crinkle. When they are covered bij clothes You can still hear them so you know she still has them on. Only later in the movie she is wearing them. I managed to take som screenshots.

You left out the most important "Pro" for most of us that have a desire to be permanently diapered and that is the need to be in diapers does not comsume our every thought and every need. Wearing diapers all the time releases some like myself from this burden. Rosalie wrote an entire article on this very subject and through experiences with her husband it was determined that wearing diapers 24/7 benifited both him personally and their relationship. For me personally, since I made the decision to wear diapers permanently, I have become a whole new person. Before choosing this I was very irritable and miserable most of the time. My thoughts were constantly consumed with the desires to wear diapers when I was I was not inside of them. This affected my life and everyone around me. When I gave into that need and began wearing diapers full-time I became a much happier person in my mind and my conscious became open and clear. All of the thoughts that were wasted on thinking about wearing diapers now were turned to my children and my relationship with my wife. It was as if the burden of wearing diapers was like an elephant sitting on my chest and once I started wearing diapers permanently that elephant was gone and I could finally breathe again. Recently I asked my wife if she is happy with the choice I made to be diapered 24/7 and the answer was a very positive yes because now I am such a better person. There are also a lot of people on this forum that chose to wear diapers 24/7 because of the physical need to do so. It could be that they have an overactive bladder, suffer from mild stress incontinence, or the start of urge incontinence. Being in diapers permanently for these people gives them a great sense of security and relieves a lot of stress because they do not have to worry about having an accident in their pants or constantly having to run to the bathroom at inconvenient times. I find it interesting that you came across some toilets that did not have a trash can in them as I have yet to ever run into this problem. If I did I definitely would never leave my diaper on the floor as I always have my diaper backpack with me and I would simply place my used diaper in there and dispose of it in the proper place. Yes, one cannot deny that there is a lot more logistics and planning when wearing diapers permanently. My wife and I both agree this is undeniable. Over time this becomes a normal part of everyday life and you learn to deal with it. Diapers do cost money and if you have a low budget this could become a major burden for you if you wear diapers permanently. In my opinion, cost is the biggest "Con" of all when choosing to become diaper dependant. I have never grown tired of wearing diapers now that I have worn them permanently for over six months. I still desire to be in diapers just as much now as I did in the past. What has changed is being in diapers permanently has become a normal part of everyday life. Before it was exciting and new and now it is much more routine. Changing in public places, wearing at work or around family, and planning and logistics become not that big of a deal. Life goes on and so does wearing diapers. Weekend diaper warriors I applaud you. I wish my desires to be diapered could be that simple. It would make my wallet a lot thicker and life simplier but it would not make me happier. Wearing diapers 24/7 seems to be a subject that ABDLs either view as a glass half full or glass half empty phenomena. The NEED to be diapered is so different for each and everyone of us. Like the OP said, if you desire to become diaper dependant give it a try and see how it makes you feel. You may never take them off again or you may quickly realize that it is not what you thought it was going to be and remove them. Either way, wear proud and have fun doing so. For those of you that want to become diaper dependant and want to talk to someone that is a glass half full kind of person please feel free to message me with questions.

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