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Hey guys and gals of DD. This is a short story based off of the world of "Keeper's Pet" by our own lovely @bbykimmy. I feel that a lot of the world-building here can either be inferred or is unnecessary to the enjoyment of the story. That said, I will post a link to her work below for those of you who want to see more of this world. Now then, without further ado... After the rain has fallen I always hated storms. Even before the Bond. Thunder scared me, though I have no idea why. My logical mind told me there was nothing to be scared of. Master told me the same. But each peal of that earth-shaking noise in my sensitive ears caused me to yelp in surprise just the same. At least this wasn't a bad storm. A bad storm could reduce me to a sobbing puddle on the floor. And Master always hated seeing me that way. Still, as I stared beyond the shallow reflection of blond curls and wire-frame glasses in the window I couldn’t help but watch the man crawling on all-fours in front of his Keeper out on the sidewalk. Naked except for the kneepads and the plastic pants covering his diaper to protect it from the rain while the woman holding his leash walked behind under the protection of a purple umbrella. And yet here I was: warm, dry, able to move about as I pleased, given more freedom than most pets could ever dream of. And I envied him. I often wondered what was wrong with me. Any Unbound would think me the luckiest Pet in the world to have a Keeper who's so lenient. Most pets are tied up in one room all day while their Keeper is at works. Whereas I have freedom to go wherever I want, even outside as long as I don't leave the property line. Most Pets are conditioned to use their diapers and wait to be changed. But my Master evidently has no desire to deal with dirty diapers so he lets me use the toilet or change myself as necessary. He only changes me on rare occasions where I'm unable to do it myself. Like during a bad storm. So I guess storms aren't always a bad thing. As long as Master is around. Most Pets had to wait for their Masters to decide when and if and how to satisfy their more primal urges. But my Master doesn't seem to have any desire to have his way with me. To the point that I'm fairly certain he must be impotent. So to help me with my needs he bought me a vibrator and gave me permission to use it whenever I needed it. As long as I put my muzzle on first. Honestly I probably go through more diapers that way than through accidents. But it's not the same. I want Him! “Ugh, what's wrong with me?” I asked the reflection in the window who mouthed the words back in perfect imitation. I loved my Master dearly. But sometimes it feels like he… My entire body perked up as the red Dodge Ram pulled into the driveway. I ran over to the door and waited to hear his boots climb the three steps of our porch before I open the door for him. Thud. Thud. Thud. Open. “Welcome home, Master.” “Hey, Myrtle.” he reached up and scratched behind my ear, sending me into momentary bliss after going the whole day without his touch. And just as quickly as it came he removed his hand from my head and the bliss was gone. That was probably going to be the most affection he showed me tonight and I had to suppress a whimper at that thought. He took off his raincoat and put it in the closet. “So how was your day, sweetie? Apart from the rain, of course.” “Oh, it was fine.” Fine being another word for ‘Dull and Miserable as always.’ But no Pet would ever say something like that to their Master, certainly not after a hard day’s work. “Well that's good.” Neither of us were very good conversationalists. He takes off his boots. “So what were you thinking for dinner?” I hated it when he asked me that. I hate making decisions, especially when it affects more than just me. Yet another reason I wish my Keeper could be more like other Keepers. “Oh, uhh… m-maybe I could whip up some s-steak and potatoes?” That was probably a pretty safe bet. “Do we have enough for both of us?” I blinked. “B-b-both of us? Y-you don't have to waste a steak on me Ma-” I was suddenly cut off when we put his hand behind my ear again. My head instinctively pushed into his hand and for a moment there was no thought, no worry, no storm, just me and my Master’s beautiful hand. “It's not a waste if it makes you happy. I'm allowed to spoil my girl every once in a while.” “Y-yes Master!” I wasn’t even cognizant of what I was saying. My entire brain was focused on the fingernails digging into scalp. Even after he removed his hand it took my brain several seconds to come back into focus. I know this because when I opened my eyes again Master was no longer in front of me, but in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge. I made my way over to him once I finally remembered how to use my legs and he pulled out the steaks. “See? Plenty enough for the both of us.” Part of me still wanted to object. Even though most of our senses were heightened when we Bonded, Pets had very little sense of taste. I wouldn't find much more enjoyment in a steak than I would with my normal pet food. But ultimately my submissive instincts won out. “Yes Master.” “Good. I'm going to go take a shower. Try not to burn the house down while I'm gone.” I don't know why he made jokes like that. The thought of my own clumsiness or incompetence causing my Master’s house to go up in flames was almost enough to bring me to tears right there in the kitchen. Even though I had no conditioning stopping me from leaving the house if I set it on fire, I'm not sure if I could live with myself afterwards… A boom of thunder shook the house and I dropped down to the floor and started sobbing as my bladder let loose into my as-of-yet dry diaper. I hated storms so much. Why did thunder always sound so angry? I didn't do anything wrong! So why does the sky keep yelling at me? “It's okay, Myrtle.” my Master’s voice wrapped around me like a security blanket as his hand rubbed my back in little circles. I thought he left to take a shower? Did he forget something? “It's just a storm, Sweetie. It'll pass.” His soothing tone had an even greater calming effect on me than his touch. I probably would've melted into a puddle on the floor if he hadn't grabbed me and lifted me back up into a standing position, causing me to yelp in surprise. “Want me to just order Chinese instead?” He… No, he's not supposed to change his dinner plans for me! I'm the Pet! He's the Master! Why can't he just understand that? I wipe my eyes. “N-no. I'm fine. Go take your shower.” It was a strange dichotomy: Most new Pets have two Selves--the Pet and the Human--which war with each other daily until the pet side finally chokes out the last remnant of Humanity and they accept their new life. But for me, my two natures both want to please my Master, but in different ways. Part of me wanted him to not make such a big fuss over me. While the other part wanted nothing more than to be fawned over and loved on until he sends me into Sensory Overload. But he hasn't even tried to do since shortly after Bonding with me. “Well, as long as you're sure.” And with that he left me again with a strange combinatorial of satisfaction for pleasing him and a longing to have his hands on me. I sighed and started prepping dinner. My diaper could wait till later. I wasn’t a very good cook before I was a Pet. But since cooking was one of the few tasks Master would actually let me do for him I pushed myself to learn, reading as many cook books as he would buy me. Of course since my taste buds are so dull I can only go by Master’s praise to know if I'm getting better. He insists that I have, but sometimes I feel like he's just saying that to keep me from bawling. I hate to see him unhappy, but it's also hard to please him when he won't be honest about when I displease him. He came back out of the bathroom wearing his dark blue bathrobe and took a whiff of the air. “Smells good, Myrtle.” Now there was something we could agree on. “Th-thank you, Master. It's almost ready.” I heard him rummaging around the silverware drawer intending to set the table. Yet another opportunity to serve him taken away from me. Well, at least I could do the dishes afterwards… I brought the plates over and he let me sit down first. He even helped me with my chair. I'd told him before that he shouldn't bother with that. I'm not his wife, I'm his property. But he would have none of it. I think the archaic and wholly unnecessary ritual somehow made him feel like a gentleman or something. Go figure. He sat down across from me and took a bite of the potatoes. He always started with the side dish. Then he took a bite of the steak. I waited for his verdict with bated breath, as if this were my trial and he held the power to set me free or give me the death penalty. “It's perfect.” He flashed a slight smile at me and my body let out the breath I'd been involuntary holding for the past thirty seconds. “Thank you, Master.” “Go ahead and dig in before it gets cold.” And that's exactly what I did. From what little I could still taste it was delicious. Maybe I really am a good cook? And the texture was a lot more pleasant than my dry cereal-like Pet food. Dinner was mostly silent aside from the rain which was beginning to fizzle out and the occasional scraping of a knife against the plate. A sound which caused me to wince whenever either of us was unfortunately enough to make it. Once we were finished I quickly gathered up the plates. “Thank you for giving me steak, Master.” “Leave the dishes until later. I've got something to show you.” I stopped dead in my tracks at his order and looked at him in utter confusion. “Did I forget one of my chores, Master?” “What? No, no I've got a surprise for you.” And with that he goes to the living room. I followed him before my mind stalled trying to think of what he could possibly mean. “You know it’s been almost two months since we Bonded? It sure is crazy how time flies.” He points to a shoe box with a big red bow on top of it like a birthday present on the coffee table. “For you, my darling.” “You… You bought me a present?” I approach it cautiously, as if it might explode at any moment. “W-why?” It wasn't an anniversary. It wasn't my birthday. And even if it were both he shouldn't be buying me things. Whatever it is, I've done nothing to deserve it. “Just open it, will ya?” I knew he didn't mean it as an order, but nonetheless I threw myself at the box and tore the lid off. Inside was a black leather collar with a thin pair of pink stripes running along the length. “I know pink is your favorite color. And since I don't really care for pink I thought this was a nice compromise.” “You… You didn't have to…” “You've been wearing the same cheep-o brown collar since day one. I decided it was high time I bought you a proper one.” I held it in my hand. Felt the smooth leather glide across my fingertips. This was high-quality craftsmanship. It easily could've cost several hundred dollars! I started bawling right then and there and my bladder voided again. He quickly wrapped his arms around me from behind. “So I take it you like it, then?” “I… I love it!” I managed between sobs. The collar, the steak, the storm, his touch, it was all just too much for me. I think I must’ve passed out because when my mind returned I was being cradled in his arms on the couch. “H-how long was I out?” “A couple minutes. Are you okay now?” I sniffled. “Y-yeah, I think so.” I rested my head on his shoulder. I knew he would want me to get up. But this felt so good to both my natures. I just wanted to prolong it for as long as I could. “You wanna try on your new collar?” “Hmm? Oh, y-yes please, Master.” He helps me sit up in his lap and I feel my diaper squish against his leg causing my face to turn beet red. He's probably disgusted by having my wet diaper against him right now. I'm so disgusting. He gives me the opportunity and ability to use the toilet like a person and I still end up pissing myself like a baby. Why am I always such a… “There. How's it feel?” I was so caught up in my internal panic that I completely forgot about the collar. I reached up and felt the cool leather against my skin. It felt heavenly compared to my old, itchy collar. “I love it, Master.” And with that I decided it would be best to get up and go change so I might not appear so gross to him. But as I tried to stand he pulled me back against him eliciting a yelp from me. “Did I say you could get up?” And with that he turned on the tv. We always watched shows together in the evening. But I usually sat next to him. Occasionally he would let me sit at his feet. But never on his lap! His strong arms wrapped around me pinning my arms helplessly to me sides. I felt his hot breath on my neck as the opening theme song of the Monkees played. My heart was racing and I felt different heat rising inside my diaper. I was definitely going to need my Vibe tonight. I knew I shouldn't say anything. I should just shut up and enjoy whatever this was before my Master came to his senses and returned to his old ways. But my curiosity and confusion got the best of me in the end. “M-Master?” I squeaked timidly. “Yeah?” “Y-you never let me sit in your lap. D-d-did something happen today?” He sighed. “You could say that,” panic rose in my chest for several excruciating seconds before he continued. “I had a talk with a friend today. He's a Keeper like me. Well, not quite like me, because he actually knows what he's doing.” I smelled it on him: shame. He felt like a failure as a Keeper. Suddenly all my thoughts about wishing he were like other Keepers came crashing in on top of me. I felt so guilty. If I hadn't already cried myself out I'm sure I would've started sobbing again. I was a horrible Pet for ever thinking any such thing about my wonderful, beautiful Master. “Master I…” “Let me finish. I… I never expected to be a Keeper. I hoped to God I didn't become a pet--no offense--but I never expected any of this. And because of that I think I've been neglecting some of your needs.” He moved his hand up to the sweet spot behind my ear and my voice came out in a shuttering gasp. “Ohhh Master…” “I'm not gonna promise everything will be perfect. Certainly not right away. But you're my favorite girl in the whole wide world and it's about time I started showing you just how much you mean to me.” My eyes shot wide open and all the breath in my lungs seemed to be snatched away as his strong, right hand pressed into the front of my soggy, swollen diaper. It felt like someone had just stuck a cattle prod in my pussy and I saw stars in the corners of my vision. When his hand started rubbing back and forth my mind completely shut down and the animal took over, moans and whimpers quickly giving way to howls and screams of ecstasy. It took him less than a minute to bring me to my first orgasm. First. I thought he would stop there but instead he switched hands and started working me again. After three more orgasms he stuck his hand inside the front of my soggy, sticky diaper and started fingering me directly. I couldn’t think. Every nerve in my body burned with pleasure. Sight, smell, taste and hearing all shut down as my brain devoted all of its energy into amplifying my sense of touch. Nothing existed apart from his hands on me and his lips on the back of my neck. I had gone to Heaven and I didn't even need to die to get there. If you wanna check out the original story "Keeper's Pet" then you kind find it here:

Pick Your Battles: Episode 7 (Or: Mommy’s solution, with the help of a bratty sister!) By Sophie The first day of school was long and tedious, as all first days are. I turned off the car and put my head against the steering wheel. Syllabus information. Code of Conduct. Assignment 1. It spread through my brain, infecting the only peaceful moment of my day. I looked up at the clock on the dashboard. 10:08pm. I had work in eleven hours. I walked into my house and slid my backpack into the corner. My cat greeted me on the arm of the sofa, but I couldn’t give her more than a courtesy pet. I didn’t call out or tell anyone I was home. I went straight to my room and changed into some pajamas. Comfortable pants. Finally. My phone buzzed. I settled into my bed and turned on the screen. Kimmy >> Home yet? Sophie >> Yep. Kimmy >> Did LB give you your surprise? Surprise? I hated surprises. But I liked gifts. Often the two were one in the same. I opened up a new text message. Sophie >> Kimmy said you have a surprise for me. Mommy >> I do. Are you home? Sophie >> Uh huh - lying down. Mommy >> I’ll be right in. And back to Kimmy. Sophie >> She’s coming up in a minute. Kimmy >> Have fun! Well, I didn’t like that one bit. Kimmy had a propensity for getting me in trouble over things that weren’t my fault. The last thing I needed was for her to give Mommy more ideas. As I waited, my thoughts started to drift. Kimmy, my obnoxious twin sister. Always causing trouble. What I wouldn’t give to ruin her day for once! Then to Mommy, a woman I’d been dating for nearly two years. We started playing games a while ago, to see who was in charge. I lost the very first one, and since then, I had to call her Mommy when we were alone. My cheeks went pink at the memory and my eyes slipped closed. A warm thought… “Hey!” I woke up slowly. How long had I been out? I reached for my phone to check the time, but it wasn’t where I’d left it. I looked up in the dim lamplight of the bedroom to see Mommy towering over me, my phone in her hand and her arms crossed over her chest. “What do you think you’re doing, little miss?” “…sleeping?” I asked, like I wasn’t sure. “And what happened last night when you were sleeping?” I stared blankly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I did when I was sleeping? But without waiting for an answer, Mommy lifted two grocery bags onto the bed and started to unpack them with purpose. “I wasn’t sure what to do about your bedwetting, but your sister had some ideas.” At first, I was confused. Ideas? My sister? And then everything fell into place. Kimmy! “I don’t wet the bed!” Suddenly I was wide awake. I had to defend myself against whatever lies Kimmy was feeding her! “So the sheets I imagined washing your sheets today?” That stopped me dead in my tracks. School had been stressing me out for the past few weeks and… “It was one time!” I argued. “One time in two years!” “And I would rather not have a second.” Mommy pulled the package out of the grocery bag and set it down between us, so I could read the front. Diapers? Ten of them, with animals and decorations and fade-when-wet stars. Then she pulled out a second pack from the other bag and my heart sank. I looked up at her with panic. “Kimmy suggested these,” Mommy told me. “She told me where to buy them and everything.” That bitch. “I’m not wearing those,” I told her. “I don’t need those!” “I’ll decide what you wear. I’ll decide what you need.” Her voice was simple and smooth, like she only spoke the truth. When she spoke like that, it was impossible to argue. I watched nervously as she opened the first pack of diapers, pulling out each thick square and stacking them on top of one another. I had to think of a way out of this… I had to do something. But before I could, she gave me an instruction: “Stand up.” …stand up? I didn’t know a lot about diapers, but I knew the obvious position for putting one on. Lying down on a bed. If she wanted me to stand up, that meant she wasn’t putting me in a diaper. Opportunity knocked on my door, so I jumped out of bed to answer it. “I’ll make you a deal,” I told her as she walked to the other side of the room. She put the stack of diapers down my dresser and started to shake out the plastic grocery bag they were brought home in. “If I have an accident tonight, I’ll wear one of those without any arguing! But, if I don’t, then we don’t talk about this again.” “Come here.” She pointed with her free hand at her feet. I puffed out my cheeks. Did she hear me at all?! “Fine,” I muttered and walked over to where she stood, by the dresser. “Like I was saying—” “Open that drawer,” she instructed, cutting me off. I sighed and opened up the top left drawer. My underwear drawer. She held the grocery bag in both hands and nodded to the dresser. “Take your underwear,” she told me, “one by one, and put them in this bag.” That same sinking feeling washed over me. First, when she had taken those diapers out of the grocery bag, and now when she asked me to fill that same bag with my underwear. No, asked wasn’t the right word. She was ordering me to do it. I felt my face get hot. “Why?” I asked nervously. But I knew the answer. “Because I am taking them away from you. Until you can prove to me that you aren’t a bedwetting little girl, you’ll be in diapers.” “I’m… I’m not—” “Then you’ll have no trouble proving it.” She shook the bag in her hands to draw my attention to it, then gave me a firm look. I knew that look. If I didn’t obey, things would only get worse. I reached into my drawer and pulled out a pair of my panties. White ones, with black polka dots. My chest ached as I dropped them into the grocery bag. The room was silent but for the soft crinkling of the plastic. “Another.” The next pair was green. Actually, they had been Mommy’s panties, but I stole them one morning after not doing laundry and never gave them back. I always loved wearing them. They made me think of her. And dropping them softly into the bag made my heart hurt. “Good girl. Keep going.” The third pair was a lacy black thong, something I had worn maybe once or twice for very special occasions. I had no attachment to it, not really, but Mommy wouldn’t let it slip quietly into the bag without comment. “You certainly won’t be needing that one for a long time.” My Hello Kitty panties. My rainbow spot panties. My pink lace panties. Ones with cats. Ones with Cookie Monster. Ones with sailboats. I was so proud of my underwear. I never bought plain packs from the store - I always bought the best and cutest. But now they all vanished into that stupid plastic bag. There were so many more than I thought. Each one was worse. They brought butterflies to my stomach, heat to my cheeks, and a sickening feeling in my chest. By the time the drawer was cleared out, when I could see the plywood bottom, I felt two feet tall. I looked up at Mommy with tears in my eyes. But there was more to come. “Take those diapers,” she told me, “one by one, and fill up your drawer.” “But Mommy—” “These are your underwear now. This is where they belong.” I didn’t want to touch them. I wanted to fold my sleeves up over my hands in defiance, but I knew Mommy wouldn’t have any of it. I would wind up over her lap, spanked for disobedience, as I had so many times before. So I reached out and took one of the squares of plastic in my hands. They were… softer than I expected. Puffy, thick. But I didn’t need them! I wasn’t a bedwetter, and I wasn’t a baby! But as I slid the first one into the drawer, as a diaper took the place of my big girl underwear, it started to dawn on me how intimate diapers would become in the coming days. They were my only underwear now… I could fit twelve. The other eight went in my closet. “When you take one out,” Mommy said, “you’ll put another one in the drawer.” “Why don’t I just take them out of the closet?” I asked quietly. “Are you saying you’re too little to restock your diapers on your own?” My diapers. I swear, I shrunk before her very eyes. “That’s not what—” “Since you can’t restock your diapers, you can’t change yourself either. So I’ll take care of those things from now on. Understand?” With one sentence, I had given up my right to change myself. What if she didn’t let me change when I needed to use the bathroom? Or worse, what if she didn’t let me change after I’d used the diaper? Helplessness washed over me and fresh tears filled my eyes. Arguing never worked. I had to pick my battles, or I’d lose them all. “I said, do you understand?” “Y-yes Mommy…” “Good girl. Now how about you get on the bed and let me change you into your diaper. The first of many.” With a pathetic nod, I crawled onto my mattress and looked up at the ceiling. Mommy’s words echoed in my head. The first of many…

Okay, so I have been having this itch to write something based in @bbykimmy's Keeperverse since I read the first story. This is the first story I have ever posted here and indeed, one of the few I have posted online. I hope people will enjoy it though, and I don't have a set schedule on when I will be updating, but I will try to do so as much as I can. So without further ado... To Catch a Falling Star Chapter 1 Niamh Connolly had ceased to exist as far as the world was concerned. Indeed, no longer would the paparazzi chase her like the other stars and rising young actors and actresses, seeking pictures of her in some form of compromising position. No, the paparazzi, if they were truly interested, could easily find numerous examples over the past two weeks of such pictures, but Niamh was no longer newsworthy and so the photographers and talking heads simply disappeared, much like Niamh found the rest of her world doing… * * * Two weeks before... Niamh was running late. Traffic and the repair of a flat tire had caused her to miss her lunch appointment with Ben Anderson, the heartthrob of Hollywood. Cursing the stop and go vagaries of Los Angeles, Niamh struck the steering wheel of her car, wincing only slightly at the dull pain of doing so. Not even the strains of Bohemian Rhapsody could soothe the frustration of the curvaceous redhead. Darn it, why did I have to have a flat tire today of all days?! Of course, she got that flat tire thanks to some idiot with a camera nearly side swiping her brand new BMW, causing her to hit a nasty pothole. Stupid paparazzi! I mean, it is great they are finally paying attention to me, but seriously! That idiot almost hit me! A soft tinkling of bells signalled an incoming phone call, and biting back a soft curse, Niamh answered with a chirpy voice, “Hello, Niamh speaking.” “Ms. Connolly, this is Robert Townsend. We spoke last week?” Instantly, Niamh’s smile became more broad and she nodded, despite knowing he couldn’t see it. “Of course Mr. Townsend. I hope you are well?” “Indeed I am. I wanted to call you because we need you to come back by again today,” she heard him start, causing her heart to begin beating a little faster. “We want you to read for the part of Adrienne again for us.” Giving a little fist pump, Niamh tried to contain her happiness and excitement. Schooling herself into calmness, she quietly replied, “Of course Mr. Townsend. What time would be most convenient for you?” “Well, I hate to sound pushy, but we are really hoping we can have you come in by 2 o’clock Ms. Connolly. We would like to have this done before the weekend.” “Of course sir, I can probably be at your offices in about thirty minutes, depending on traffic,” Niamh replied. She knew better than to keep someone like Robert Townsend waiting, as opportunities to be in his movies didn’t come around to just anyone. “I just need to stop and get something from the store and then I’ll be right there.” She could hear his smile on the other end of the phone as he responded, “That’s fine Ms. Connolly. We’ll be looking forward to seeing you then.” And with a click, the phone went dead. Niamh couldn’t stop herself, her excitement finally bubbling over as she squirmed in her seat, the frustration of the day disappearing into the ether as the opportunity represented by the phone call took precedence. For over two years, ever since graduating from high school, she had worked and sacrificed to get her foot in the door of the film industry. It had been a long struggle and she had spent numerous sleepless nights preparing for auditions. Thankfully, she had landed a few bit parts over the past several months, and gotten exposure thanks to some of that. Enough to land an agent and then be put forward for Robert Townsend’s new blockbuster film. As she finally pulled into a parking spot near a small grocery store, she quickly texted her agent to let him know the news, before receiving his reply to ‘break a leg’ and she smiled as she hurried in to get a ready-made meal to eat on the way to Townsend’s offices. Replaying the last few months, her last role which had set her up for this film had been playing one of those Keeper people. She shook her head at that, not really understanding the idea or the allure of something like that. Though honestly, Niamh was just glad she had been playing the Keeper person, instead of the Pet role in the show. You couldn’t pay me enough to put on those outfits and act like that...I mean, jeez there was no respect or modesty allowed for that girl! While she was thinking that, she looked through the packaged sandwich and salad options available, wishing that they had her artichoke mushroom sandwiches she preferred, but finally grabbing a small caesar salad and avocado chicken sandwich. As she turned to hurry to the check out to pay, she ran headlong into a tall girl who was standing there, losing her grip on the food she had just picked out. “Hey! Watch where yo-” Niamh growled out before suddenly stopping as she looked into the taller girl’s eyes and felt her breath leave her in a gasp. Her heart started to beat rapidly and Niamh could feel her body trembling as she couldn’t stop gazing at the girl, the most beautiful and captivating girl she had ever seen in her life. Her jaw hung open as she continued to stare, spellbound at the taller brunette, not noticing that she was nearly panting while her heart attempted to beat out of her chest. Her glassy eyes started to close as she felt the first touch of the girl’s hand, and despite not knowing anything whatsoever about her, Niamh couldn’t help but feel completely safe and secure, as long as she was near the taller girl. Erika Mason was, like many people in Los Angeles, a little bit starstruck and fascinated by the lives of the actors and actresses that inhabited the city. But she had always felt a bit shy and unsure of approaching those people, not knowing what to say. So she was very surprised to see the rising star Niamh Connolly in the store perusing the ready-made food aisle. Working up her courage, she decided she would take a chance and just try to casually ask for an autograph, once the other girl had picked out what she was getting, since it was rude to interrupt someone shopping just for an autograph. But as the redhead bumped into her and initially reacted rudely, Erika was mesmerized and found herself unable to look away from the sparkling emerald eyes which quickly widened as they gazed at her own chocolate orbs. Her gaze was memorizing every curve and contour of the adorable redhead in front of her as she felt things she had never experienced before within herself, feelings of power and control chief among them, along with the need to get Niamh back to somewhere private. After a time, which seemed like an eternity but logically could only have been a few moments, Erika slowly reached out to run her fingers across the milky white cheek of the shorter girl, and feel her tremble and watch her eyes close. Deciding to take charge, Erika smiled at Niamh and started to slowly guide her out of the store, both of their shopping being forgotten. For Niamh, she didn’t know what to say or do except follow along. Indeed, she was already feeling the craving to be as close as she could be to this other girl. And I still don’t know her name! But I...I need her. Indeed, Niamh followed the other girl quietly, not to her own BMW, but to a rather more modest Honda Civic. However, her body was betraying her as she was feeling warm and uncomfortable, though she had no idea why. “Shhh, it’s okay sweetie. Relax,” the soothing tones from Erika did just that, helping Niamh relax and almost melt just hearing the rich full voice of the most important person she had ever met. She felt like she was floating, weightless and filled with a sense of wonder and happiness, not even registering that Erika was stripping her out of her dress and stockings, leaving her in only her green bra and panties, which were already growing damp as a puddle formed at her feet. Niamh watched as Erika folded up her dress and put it away, not knowing where it went, but unable to truly care as she felt a tiny prick in her arm and looked down to see a probe held against her skin and analyzing the blood from being stuck. Her breathing coming in breathless pants, she felt her eyes widen when the beautiful brunette next spoke. “Well, that confirms that sweet girl,” as Erika smiled at her new pet. “You are a Pet and mine now. And I’ll take good care of you.” Even with how good she felt, Niamh couldn’t help hyperventilating at that news, racking her brain for anything she could remember about pets. “W-w-what’s...what is...your name?” Erika smiled at the smaller girl, her girl now, with stunningly white teeth providing a contrast to her tanned skin. “Sweetie, my name is Erika, but you want to call me Mistress, don’t you?” With a soft reply, Niamh shivered, “E-Erika?” A slight shake of the head greeted that response. “No sweet girl, Mistress. Say it for me, call me Mistress.” Niamh could only stare into the dark brown eyes as she shuddered. “M-m-mistress…” “Good girl!” With that praise, it was like a jolt of electricity struck the petite redhead and traveled down her spine. Her skin flushed as she found herself craving the feelings that simple praise had bestowed upon her. “M-mistress? Wh-what happened?” The look of uncertainty was plain in Niamh’s face, but it was so adorable that Erika couldn’t stop herself from lightly booping her nose. “You are a Pet sweet girl. And I am now your Keeper.” Seeing the reaction and trembling from her new Pet, Erika quickly comforted her. “Shh, don’t worry. I promise I will take good care of you, you won’t have to worry about anything ever again!” “B-but I...I’m supposed to…” “You’re supposed to be a good girl and obey me. Come on, we need to go get you looked at, and I need to find some supplies for you sweet girl. You’re leaving a puddle.” Unable to stop her, unwilling to do anything that would take her away from her new keeper, Niamh submissively got into the trunk and laid down, for the first journey of her new life. She whimpered softly as she realized she wouldn’t be going to a meeting about any film with Robert Townsend now, but her mind was trying to look on the bright side anyways. To Be Continued...

Part 5 Word Count: 1992 Not proof-read. Kelly had a problem. Waking up at eleven am was unusual for her and she tended to be a early-bird rather then someone who slept in but last night had taken it's toll on her. How long were they at it? Her arm and shoulders had light marking of Sam digging her nails into her shoulders and she even had a couple of bites. It didn't look pretty but she found herself enjoying the marks Sam had left on her. The question now was where was her Pet? Where was Sam? The entire bedroom smelt of sex and surprisingly she found herself loving Sam's scent and hers mixing together but.... Suddenly she saw a blur run past the open door, "Pet!" called Kelly seeing Sam zooming back and forth. Why was Sam doing this? She felt highly amused but concerned by this. Walking closer into the hallway Kelly watched as Sam zoomed into the living room and followed her only to see Sam biting and clawing at a empty box completely naked, "Pet," said Kelly, "look at me." Kelly knelt down and clapped her hands causing Sam to turn and look at her with bright blue hazy eyes. In a matter of seconds Sam jumped and pounced on Kelly causing the Keeper to fall a little. Kelly held Sam closely and looked at her only to frown a little as she noticed some weird green and yellow spots all over Sam's face and in her hair, "I can't believe you," said Kelly laughing, "you sneaky little imp! You got into your nip!" Sam simply purred in reply rubbing her head against Kelly's shoulder, "Okay Pet," chuckled Kelly, "we need to get you diapered I don't want any accidents happening." added Kelly thinking about what she should do with her Pet and how long her Pet was going to stay high now? "Come on." Kelly stood up carrying Sam to the bedroom who was more concern with nuzzling her Keeper's neck lovingly then anything else. Everything was going well until she put Sam down on the bed, "Stay!" stated Kelly firmly upon seeing Sam trying to jump and run off the bed, "No! No!" Kelly wrapped her arms around Sam who had nearly jumped down onto the floor, "Be a good girl," said Kelly looking Sam in the eyes, "be a good Pet for your Keeper." added Kelly as sternly as possible but it was hard to be stern with her Pet right now but she needed to put her foot down. She was the dominant after all! She knew that she needed to establish rules for her Pet and train her but it was difficult. She felt the need to dominate badly and while sexually she could do that with ease because of her instincts this was different. This was Sam playing and while she could turn the moment into a sexualised one she knew that would be bad because that would be rewarding her Pet's behaviour yet she couldn't exactly blame her Pet right now. She hadn't laid down any rules nor had she started any type of training with her Pet but she needed to lay down the fact that what her Pet did was not okay and that her Pet needed to calm down now but could her Pet calm down? She was high. "Lay down for me Pet," stated Kelly firmly looking directly into Sam's eyes, "Lay down." added Kelly a little louder causing Sam to stop her wriggling and squirming, "Lay on your back here." stated Kelly pointing to the middle of the bed, "Here Pet." commanded Kelly slowly letting go of Sam. Sam despite being high and wanting to run all over the place found herself submitting to Kelly because of the firmness of her Keeper's tone. The Keeper watched as her Pet laid down on her back and admired her Pet's body for a moment before grabbing a diaper from the stash she had underneath the bed, "Good girl." stated Kelly firmly giving Sam a rub on the tummy causing the Pet to purr loudly, "Stay still." added Kelly with a smile gaining more confidence in herself as her Pet obeyed her. Sam had no clue what was going on at all right now her mind was all over the place she felt....weird but in a good way? She liked the way her Keeper rubbed her tummy! It felt sooooooooooooo good. Her Keeper had even told her that she was a good girl! Sam couldn't help but smile brightly at her Keeper. Sliding a diaper underneath her Pet's bottom Kelly was careful not to get her Pet to worked up as she applied baby oil and powder to her pet. Doing the diaper up Kelly appreciated the way her Pet continued to obey her by keeping still, "Good girl." remarked Kelly rubbing Sam's tummy again once the diaper was done up perfectly. There was a lot that they needed to get done together especially before the finals. Would Sam be ready for that? Ready to go to a hotel with her? She would need to make sure that Sam was going to behave she couldn't let Sam run around freely in a hotel that would look bad on her, the team and her college. What should she do? She could always leave Sam? But that meant leaving her Pet for at least a couple of days if not a week. She wouldn't be able to do that but she hated the idea of Sam being in a cage or locked in a room she deeply believed that Pet's should have the ability to roam freely yet considering what had happened with the nip she could see why Pet's needed to be contained. It was complicated. Hearing a quick knock at the door Kelly gently pressed down on Sam's stomach, "Stay Pet." ordered Kelly softly causing Sam to whine wanting to follow her Keeper but she stayed instead watching her Keeper walk away and close the bedroom door behind. There wasn't anybody there just the mail. Nothing out of the ordinary until she flicked through her mail finding a small note. It was a advertisement for a local anti Pet/anti Keeper group march who believed that Pet's should be free and that Keeper's were horrible beings. The advertisement suggested that Pet's were still human beings and should be treated as such and that they didn't need a Keeper and that the bond was just a way to control people. The advertisement even went as far as to suggest brainwashing. She hadn't really thought that much about anti groups before but now that they were attacking her and her Pet's relationship she felt much more angry. This group didn't understand their bond at all! They didn't understand that Pet's were different! That they weren't quite human anymore. It disgusted her. This group wasn't looking to improve her Pet's life but looking to destroy their relationship because they thought that it was wrong. Didn't they realise Pet's were different? That they were weaker? That they needed a Keeper to look after them? On the brightside most people tended to be positive of Keepers and Pets. Kelly sighed and was about to bin the advertisement until she saw the back. Someone had wrote a personal hateful message to her about herself and Sam. It had to be someone from Sam's team. That much was obvious. What worried Kelly the most though was the fact that this person knew where she lived which meant both her and Sam were now in danger so instead of tearing up the advertisement Kelly put it to one side and quickly took a photo of it before uploading it to Facebook and Twitter with a harsh comment. Finished with that disturbance she went back to the bedroom where she could hear Sam whining and whimpering loudly behind the door, "Move back Pet." said Kelly waiting until she was sure that Sam had listened to her. Stepping into the bedroom Kelly smiled at her Pet and sat on the bed, "Up we go." said Kelly lifting Sam up and onto her lap hugging her tightly, "What am I going to do with you." sighed Kelly picking out the little bits of green and yellow nip from Sam's hair. Sam simply stared up with a dazed expression at her Keeper unaware of what was going on but she could sense something was bothering her Keeper. "Tomorrow's going to be a big day for us," said Kelly rubbing Sam's stomach, "we're going to be going on a big adventure together," paused Kelly keeping Sam close to her, "I hope that you won't be feeling to icky after having this much nip." added Kelly a little amused but worried. Would it feel like a hang-over or not? Would Sam still be in a daze? She was going to have to phone the Pet hotline and the police about the threat she had received but first she needed to calm down. At the city police station two officers, Silver and Jacks, were busy investigating the latest kidnapping case. Another Pet had been taken from a Keeper's home. It wasn't unusual for someone to try and steal a Pet from a Keeper but it was rare. What made this case so unusual was that there had been five kidnappings in the two months and two of the Pet's had recently been found. Both dead and with the same injuries. It was obvious that the Pet's had fought tooth and nail against their kidnappers each step of the way otherwise they wouldn't be dead. Jacks looked over at the photos and shook her head in disbelief, "What I don't get is why did they suddenly pop up in the same place together." Silver sat down on the table and glanced at the photos with a critical eye, "Maybe the kidnappers are giving us a warning?" suggested Silver, "Anyway at least it proves that these kidnappings are probably by the same person or group so at least we're making some progress." joked Silver slightly only to frown and point to the picture on the computer, "Zoom in on that one," continued Silver, "near the left eye." Jacks scrolled and looked closely, "Looks like something stuck in there?" she replied, "If there is anything West will tell us soon he's taken care of the bodies." added Jacks looking over the files of the two Pet's who they had found. It had been a sickening discovery to find and she only hoped that they could catch the person or group soon who were doing this but first they needed a lead. "I got a call earlier from a woman called Kelly," said Silver, "she mentioned that she got sent a message in her mail on the back of a advertisement and that she's recently bonded with her Pet." Jacks smiled, "Yeah Julie told me earlier about that and has already gone to investigate she'll be back later but till then you have paperwork and I have these pictures to look through so back to work." Silver huffed and slumped down in a chair, "I hate paperwork." In his office West leaned against his chair completely exhausted from examining the two bodies that were brought in recently. On his desk sat little bags filled to the brim with different types of metal and glass. It was obvious that whoever was doing this seemed to enjoy inflicting torture first and foremost but what he couldn't understand was why? Was it to get a point across? Or just pure insanity? West grabbed one of the small plastic bags and opened it to examine the glass. Dark blue. Expensive. It had to come from someone who either had a lot of money or could make such glass. The only positive side to all this was that they were at least one step closer to whoever was doing this.

Part 4 Word Count: 1784 Hasn't been proof-read. It had been a few days since the practise match and Kelly had been coddling Sam non-stop. Her dear little pet was in so much pain still despite the fact that her ribs were only bruise and not broken. Sam had been very lucky from what the Doctor had told her and that it would of been much more worse if it she had been a couple of more weeks older. Right now the pair were on Kelly's large sofa watching TV. Sam was resting her head on Kelly's lap getting scratches while suckling and chewing on her pacifier. Bandages wrapped around her waist holding a cool soothing gel against the side of her hip. She hadn't howled at all last night and her howling had quieted down since returning to the cottage. Kelly hoped Sam was settling in more. She would have to take Sam out a lot more before the finals she couldn't risk Sam developing a fear. Hearing a slight whimper she looked down at Sam and saw that the paci was on the floor and that the bulb was punctured due to Sam's chewing. Rubbing the top of Sam's head Kelly pulled open a draw in the table where several different types of paci's sat. Sam went through at least two paci's a day. It wasn't a huge expense but all together it was starting to cost a pretty penny for Kelly and she hadn't started on her application yet for grants regarding her new Pet but she had received a few boxes from a local Pet charity in the city. One box included various starter kits for Sam to take up new hobbies from panting to chess and many others. There wasn't a lot of physical hobbies that Sam could take up at all besides a small select few. Yoga had been one but Sam rejected the idea outright viewing it as lame despite the fact that Sam had very few hobbies that she could pick from. Kelly offered Sam a new pacifier to suckle and chew on for the time being. It didn't take more then a few seconds for Sam to accept. Kelly had to count her fingers after how fast Sam took the paci from her, "You're such a good Pet," stated Kelly, "such a good girl," continued Kelly, "Mommy loves her little Pet." Sam smiled up at Kelly enjoying her new paci. It was difficult for her to be happy with everything that was going on right now and with what had happened that day when they first met but she found herself content with Kelly. She at least had that and what she hoped was a supportive and kind Keeper but she wouldn't know until much later on if that was true or not after all she didn't really know Kelly properly yet. "I think you could do with a wash." mused Kelly continuing to stroke Sam's hair for the next couple of minutes until the show that they were watching ended at which point she adjusted Sam in her lap and lifted her up being careful of her Pet's injuries right now not wanting Sam to be in anymore pain at all. Meanwhile Sam was simply enjoying the fact that she could be lazy. She liked being lazy and had been rather lazy before becoming a Pet so having Kelly carry her suited Sam perfectly but that didn't stop her from feeling a little bit embarrassed that her Keeper could carry her with ease like this. It made her feel just like a Pet or baby that was being cuddled and coddled. She couldn't remember the last time she had been held like this at all besides the times Kelly had done so before now. Her parents were divorce and she didn't have much to do with them at all nor did she have many friends because of her attitude. Sam had been surprised by her own submission to Kelly and wondered where her sailor mouth had gone off to? She wasn't sure if she wanted to swear at Kelly anyway. It wasn't as if Kelly had pissed her off at all or at least not yet but maybe that was all down to the bond and how she was adjusting to her new life still? She wasn't sure. Sam rested her head on Kelly's shoulder suckling on her paci some more while her Keeper carried her patting her diapered bottom. The plastic crinkling loudly. She had been doing her best to ignore the padding that Kelly had forced on her not wanting to deal with it yet it was hard giving that every single movement she made would cause the diaper to crinkle and make it's presence known to her. Sam was doing her best to simply ignore the thick warm padding against her most sensitive area but there were times she couldn't ignore the stupid fluffy padding at all and that was when she needed to go, badly or whenever she would shift herself forward a little brushing herself against the fluffy thickness sending a jolt of pleasure to her core. Kelly kept Sam close to her while the bath filled with water and bubbles. She hadn't giving Sam a proper bath yet at all, "No splashing now Pet." teased Kelly giving Sam a kiss on the cheek before removing her Pet's padding and bandages making sure to be as careful as possible. Sam blushed a little at the closeness and the increasing heat she felt inside her core as Kelly released her from her padding and started to undo the bandages, "Is my Pet getting a little worked up?" Sam didn't say a word and simply turned her head away from Kelly suckling even harder on her binky. The Keeper smirked a little, "I asked you a question Pet." They both could smell the heat of Sam's sexual arousal increase at her Keeper's words and yet she still hadn't responded which only furthered Kelly's need to dominate her Pet. Very gently the Keeper runs her fingers down her Pet's back dragging her nails against Sam's spine causing her Pet to arch herself gasping and wanting, "Let's get you washed." Sam's binky had falling to the floor at this point and her head felt a little more light then it had been due to Kelly's teasing. Her Keeper's nails felt so good! The pressure points in her back were sending so many signals all across her body that Sam just had to buck her hips forward in want of relief, "Not yet." chuckled her Keeper. Sam whined and shot Kelly a look. She needed release! She could feel her mind shutting off and her primal instinct taking over. Kelly gently set Sam down in the hot bubbly water and turned the tap off, "Shh." soothed Kelly at Sam yelping a little at the water making her injury sting but soon enough Sam relaxed thanks to Kelly's help and support. Picking up a small cup Kelly started to wash Sam's hair. The Keeper would sometimes teasingly lower her hand downwards towards Sam's neck teasing her nails against her Pet's neck hitting at Sam's nerves again trying to build up her Pet's heat ready for play later. Sam leaned in each time when she felt her Keeper's nails digging into the back of her neck. It felt good. It felt really good. She could feel herself melting underneath Kelly's hands but most of all Kelly's control. She felt weak, "Good girl." Sam shivered and moaned at her Keeper's words. Hair washed with a special Pet lotion Sam could smell strawberries. It almost over took her own scent, almost. Suddenly and almost without warning Sam breathed in heavily at Kelly's hands moving across her body and rubbing her hands against her wet naked sexually charged body cleaning her with soap specially designed for Pets like her. Why did her Keeper have to tease her so much? It wasn't fair, "Kelly..." whined Sam with a moan causing her Keeper to chuckle, "Hush Pet," said Kelly softly, "I'm busy right now." Kelly knew what to do and how to get Sam going. She loved how Sam quieted down obeying her instantly almost in hope that she would start playing with her properly but that wasn't how things worked. Sam was the Pet not the Keeper. She was the one who got to decide when they played and how, "Tell me Pet," said Kelly her mouth against her Pet's ear, "what is it that you want?" It was a tease and yet she got the desired effect that she had wanted from her Pet. A low desperate moan wanting her escaped her Pet's mouth. Kelly could feel her inside growling wanting to dominate her Pet right now but she held off for now. Sam was almost gone lost to her animalistic instinct finding it hard to hold on and control herself. She didn't like this feeling at all but she did want Kelly maybe even needed her. She liked it each time Kelly took her fucking her senseless yet lovingly. Her Keeper wasn't rough with her and she expected Kelly would be even more gentle tonight because of her injuries but she didn't appreciate the build-up at all even though the teasing led to a much stronger orgasm for her each and every time. A towel was wrapped around Sam. Kelly was quick to dry Sam off. Her own need to dominate and fuck her Pet growing to the point that she wasn't sure if she could even make to the bedroom, "Follow." ordered Kelly letting the wet towel to drop to the bathroom floor and then taken Sam's hand into her own leading her Pet to the bedroom. Suddenly Sam found herself pushed down on the bed with Kelly on top of her their lips meeting each other instantly with Kelly thrusting her tongue forward into Sam's mouth. There was no real competition between the two as Kelly ravaged Sam's mouth causing her Pet to thrash and moan underneath her in ecstasy and anticipating only for a sharp moan to erupt from Sam as her Keeper's leg moved up Kelly's knee making contact with her cunt causing Sam to hump and thrust downwards rocking back and forth. It didn't take long for Sam to orgasm but that was only the start of many more to come as Keeper and Pet continued to explore each other enjoying each other and marking each other with Kelly always on top not allowing her Pet at all to even have a little bit of dominance over her. The two of them losing themselves to their bond. Their love.

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I had such great hopes for you .

Do not bleach cloth diapers. Use small amounts of detergent because the detergent builds up in the diapers and the diapers begin to smell. I usually double rinse or run a second short wash/rinse cycle without any detergent to keep from getting the build up that causes odors. I wash and rinse in hot water. Bleach breaks down cotton fibers over time and causes the diapers to wear out long before their time. If you want to get rid of the odor you need to strip your diapers which means that you need to boil them a few times until there's no soapy residue left. Then do the double wash/rinse thing using about a quarter of the usual amount of detergent that you normally use for the first cycle only. Do this and you should never need to boil (strip) them again. I've been washing my prefolds this way for many years and they don't stink and they last for years depending on how much you use them and wash them. I usually wear a couple during the day and a double at night.

This story is amazing. You tropebroke me. I LOVE IT, that's ALWAYS the key to my best stories. You took the nascent trope of "horny Pet/Master" and turned it on it's ear. But why was he so reluctant? Was it out of a sense of guilt that he was taking advantage of this poor woman who didn't choose to bond to him? I loved every moment of this story and I am SO HAPPY that you wrote it (and thanks for linking the original!) You captured the dynamic, the animal intensity, but you did it in such a gentle, kind way. I loved all of the petlike instincts you worked in, the fear of the storm... it's beautiful. Also, the phrase is "bated breath" not "baited breath" I would actually love to see this SAME SCENE told from his perspective. It would be wonderful.

This is a work of fiction but I do hope y'all enjoy. Also as a warning I do have a tendency to write heavily sexual scenes; so if that isn't your thing I suggest stop reading now. Anyways wothout further ado. Chapter 3 The room was now as silent as a church during Christmas candlelight service; while I racked my brain to find a plausible excuse to explain the diaper that was just used to smack me across the face and leave me speechless. “No words huh baby?” Cindy said condescendingly. “Well lucky for you. You won’t need words much longer. Open your mouth!” When I hesitated for a brief second, Cindy smacked my face with the diaper again. “Now!” She commanded. I opened my mouth slightly and that is when Catherine came into the conversation. Catherine placed a pacifier in my mouth. “ I always thought you were immature and now you will be wearing the proper attire. Maybe now my daughter will be able to find a real man.” I could feel some emotions start rising up and Cindy noticed.” Oh is the poor little diaper boy going to cry when his new grammy says something mean to him. Come on ladies let’s put a diaper on the big cry baby.” She took me by the hand and led me to what had been my guest bedroom but now had been remodeled to something completely different. Now instead of a king size bed there was an air mattress on the floor surrounded by temporary plastic baby fencing. What had been my closet full of clothes was now packed nearly full with bags of diapers. I looked around in shock and I had to fight to hold back tears. The full weight of my girlfriend’ ominous text began to sink in. “Your wildest fantasy is about to come true. Whether you like it or not.” As I continued fighting back tears, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Cindy. “This is your room now. The air mattress and barricades are temporary because I am having a crib built just for you, and I won’t be changing you on the floor for long. I ordered a massage table that should be the perfect height for your new Mommy and her friends to change your wet and smelly diapers. Won’t that be fun?” I didn’t respond right away and Catherine smacked my bottom hard enough that I lurched forward a couple inches and I was able to feel the sting on my backside even through my jeans. “Your new Mommy asked you a question diaper boy. Won’t all this be fun?” I meekly nodded my head in agreement. Though truth be told I was terrified at what my life was going to become and what other “fantasies” my girlfriend was going to have me live out. “Go lie down on the blanket baby boy and Mommy and her friends will be over in just a second to put you in a nice and thick comfy diaper.” Cindy patted my bottom and urged me forward. I shuffled forward to where there was a blanket spread out on the floor not far from the closet, and laid down as I was told to. Catherine came and kneeled beside me and began to unbutton my jeans. Out of instinct I moved my hands down to protest but Catherine slapped my hands away. “Don’t worry diaper boy I have changed plenty of diapers and you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. So unless you want me to tie your hands up I suggest you let me finsih.” I could no longer hold back tears. I felt a single tear roll down out of the corner of my eye and down my cheek. Cindy, Elle and Alicia sat down beside Catherine. “Aw look the poor little baby is crying. Does he wike his new Mommy and her friends putting him in didees.” Alicia asked in annoying baby talk. “No baby talk Alicia, we’re only going to use grown up words around this baby; because I want him to know exactly what he is in for.” Cindy told her. “Ok,” Alicia replied before pushing my pacifier into my mouth. “Suck on your binky diaper boy. That will help calm you down while we get you all diapered up.” My jeans and underwear was removed and I laid there bottomless in front of the three women. “Well I hope for you sake Cindy; he’s a grower and not a shower,” Catherine said. Which brought a little bit of derisive laughter from the other women. “He’s got plenty to satisfy Mom, and he has a wonderful tongue too.” I could feel my cheeks burning redder as Cindy and her Mom discussed our sex life so nonchalantly. “A wonder tongue uh?” Catherine asked. “Well maybe if things go the way we talked about earlier we’ll just have to test that out .” Now I was mortified at the implication that I would be made to orally please Cindy’s mom, and who knew who else as well. “Fine by me Mom, but make sure that you keep him all diapered up. Speaking of I guess we should get that done now, but I don’t think baby boy’s have this much pubic hair so we should probably help him with that.” “Elle would you go grab the trimmer from the bathroom. Grab that bag from the pharmacy too, I think my new baby boy is about to get his first Brazilian. Oh by the way that reminds me; we need to have the carpenter who is making his changing table add stirrups to it just like a gyno chair.” “Yeah,” Alicia chimed in. “Make sure you have him add some restraints as well because when his legs are up and restrained that will be the perfect position to peg his ass.” “Alicia, you’re so naughty, but I like the way you think.” Cindy added. “Mom would you mind calling him and asking him to add those.” “Sure thing sweetie, I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a strap-on cinched tight up against my pussy while I pound some poor lost boy’ ass.” “Damn mom! Who knew you had such latent pent up sexual frustration.” “You don’t know the half of it sweetie. Your father passed years ago, and I haven’t had a real cock since then. Literotica and a dildo can only get you off so many times before you want the real thing again.” “Well Mom I’m sure you will be doing plenty of babysitting and there will be enough time for your future son in law and you to get to know each other.” At the words ‘son-in-law’ I tried to sit upright. While I had thought about asking Cindy to marry me it hadn’t occurred to me to ask yet; as we had only been dating for a little over a year now. Cindy must’ve sensed my bewilderment. “I forgot to tell you baby boy, Elle is an ordained minister so she is going to marry us here soon; that way I have access to your bank account. Otherwise, how else will I be able to pay for all the stuff my new baby boy needs.” I could no longer hold my back my shock and I began to cry freely. “Please don’t do this to me.” I begged. “Oh no baby boy, this is happening. Whether you want it to or not. Not only did we find the diaper you left out in plain sight, but we also found those stories you printed off and hid in the bathroom; so you could do who knows what while you were in there. There was also the internet history and the Tumblr app that you left open on your laptop. Those two things alone gave us enough of an idea of your depravity to realize this is what you want. So like I’ve said before I love you and want to make you happy so this is how it is going to be.” I couldn’t argue with her reasons; because they were all true. For too long I had fantasized about this happening and now that it was, I was terrified. “Don’t worry baby boy,” Cindy continued. “ Our wedding reception will be the perfect time to have your baby shower too; so we’ll make sure to have a nice registry somewhere so all our friends and family can buy you what you need. Now enough talk time for Mommy to get rid of all your yucky pubic hair so when I change your diaper it will be much easier.”

CHAPTER FOUR IV Chris returned minutes later. Carrying a large box. “One more.” he said. Grabbing a smaller box, from just outside the door. “What’s all this” Jess hesitantly questioned. “Do I even want to know.” Chris ripped open the larger box first, with no reply. Unveiling a big white plastic gate, with the hardware to fasten it to a bed. “Is that a fucking crib! Are you serious?” Jess asked. Dumbfounded. “It’s not a crib. Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just like the beds at the hospital” Chris claimed. “It’s just for your safety. You can really hurt yourself falling out of bed, like you do…” he continued. Trying to difuse the situation. “It has a shelf. For your lap top, and stuff.” he said. Motioning towards the smaller box. “You know what, Chris… When a husband tells his wife he has something else for her. They expect roses, or chocolates, or… diamonds! NOT A FUCKING CRIB!” Jess bellowed. “I just want to go to bed now.” The next morning… “I really wish you hadn’t called her.” Jess confessed, again. “I know. But, She’ll be here soon. And, she's coming to help, remember. You're going to need it.” Chris avoidably reminder her. Jess looked down at the diaper she was wearing. The one her husband changed her into, moments ago. Her cheeks glowing red. “I know.” She squeaked, timidly. “Speaking of her. Let’s get you dressed.” Chris suggested - Jess was again, naked, Save her diaper. He had taken her nightgown off, when he changed her. “You’re not stuck in bed, Lady. When Pam gets here, Ill help you out to the garden. We can have tea.” Chris offered. Pulling a yellow sundress out of her closet. “You like this one in the garden, right?” Holding it up against himself. “I don’t care!” Jess snapped. “…Yes I do. I like to wear that dress in the garden. It matches the lilies.” she promptly added. Wearing a more contrite tone… In her reality, none of this was Chris’s fault. He had only done his best to treat, and care for her - as far a Jess knew. The doorbell rang “That’s probably her.” Chris said. He pulled the dress over Jess’s head, and fit her arms through the sleeves. “I’m going to go let her in. I’ll come back, and get you when She’s settled. I’m sure she has some luggage. “I’m sure.” Jess sighed, rolling her eyes. “Just hurry, I actually do want to get up out of this bed. Even if it is ti see her.” “Only a moment, darling.” he said. Before making his way downstairs. Chris opened the door. He was Greeted by a, characteristically, affectionate Pam. She pulled him in for a hug. Holding him tight against her observable bosom. Pam was wearing a low cut slip dress. And heels. It fit tight around her hips, and ended shortly there after. Leaving little to the imagination. Her long blonde curls cascaded of her bare shoulders, and into Chris’s face. To say that Pam, and Jess could pass as sister’s was an understatement. The gorgeous Jess, was a clone of her mother. And, Pam aged like a fine wine - despite her trying life. She was still as voluptuous as her daughter, if not more. “It’s been too long, my boy!” she exclaimed. Pressing Chris’s face deeper into her chest, and shaking it. “I just wish it was under better circumstances.” she added, before releasing Chris. “It’s good to see you too, Pam.” he said, giddily. “Let’s get your things pulled in, and then I’ll help Jess down.” “Oh, thank you dear.” she praised. “I hope I didn’t bring too much. I know you said it was pretty bad. I didn’t know how long I would be staying.” “No amount could ever be problem, Mam. You’re family.” Chris guaranteed. “Mam..” she blushed. “I told you to call me Pam.” They had just finished pulling in the last of Pam’s stuff. She declared, “Alright. That’s the last of it. Asking, “Now where is my poor baby girl?” “I would avoid the ‘B’ word, around Jess.” Chris said. Cautiously laughing. “It’s kind of a touchy issue. You know..” “What… Baby?” Pam questioned. “She’s my daughter, I’ll call her what I want.” she playfully scoffed. Shooing Chris away to fetch Jess. “Okay, Okay. I’ll go get her. If you want to put some tea on, We’ll be down soon” Chris popped his head into the bedroom. “Ready?” he asked. “As I will ever be.” Jess replied. “Took you long enough.” Before he helped her up, Chris handed Jess a little blue pill. “Here take this, it will help with the anxiety. I promise” Jess took the pill, and popped it in her mouth. “Thank you. Let’s get this over with.” she said. Right after that, Chris whisked her to her feet - and helped her downstairs. Pam was just finishing the tea, when Jess and Chris joined her. “Oh. My poor girl” she said. “I’m so sorry.” pulling Jess in for a hug. “Me too, Mom.” Jess said, apathetically. “Let’s just get out to the garden, first. I’m starting to feel dizzy, I want to sit down. In the garden Chris helped Jess into a chair. Barely seconds after Chris released his supportive grasp on her, she was wobbling in her seat. She would have fallen, had Chris not caught her. “Oh no! That was close.” Pam yelled. “Here. Let me help her. You go fetch a blanket to put down, for her to sit on. The little blue pill Chris gave her had hit hard. Jess was out cold, within the first twenty minutes of conversation. Spread out, and drooling on the blanket Chris had brought her. Pam noticed that Jess had dozed of first. “Well, I guess she needs her rest.” she teased. “That doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun… does it?” pulling a bottle of tequila out of her purse, “Shots!”, she yelled. Jess wiggled a bit, at the commotion - and, with a lurching shrug rolled over. Still sound asleep. The tossing had caused her little yellow dress to ride up. Revealing a, now wet diaper. “It looks like she had another accident” Chris pointed out. “I should get her cleaned up.” he added. “Nonsense.” Pam challenged - pouring out two shots. “When Jess was little she would have two or three accidents before I changed her diaper… and that one she’s wearing now looks like it can handle more than a few. Let her sleep. I’ll change her, when she wakes up.” She said. “Cheers!” Chris replied. Already intoxicated - by Pam’s captivating stare, and seductive smile.

CHAPTER THREE III A few days later. Sometime, around Noon… Jess was asleep in bed. And, not only in spite of depression, or shame. That is, not so say, she wasn’t depressed - or, ashamed. Because, she was… desperately. Only, it was coupled with severe fatigue, and less than average cognitive function. She hadn’t been out of bed since Chris had given her the, ‘news’, a couple days prior. His, ‘diagnosis’, was irrefutable. Jess had, somehow contracted a parasite. One that caused irreversible evidence. The long, and short of it… Jess wasn’t going to get better. ‘But, at least, she wouldn’t get any worse.’ - Chris had assured. She, obviously, found little solace in that promise. The night Chris delivered his, ‘diagnosis’, was the night Jess caved. With little choice. She submitted, to wearing protection. An uninvited solution, she contested thus far - with steadfast resolve. More so, when her new undergarments were in view. In her wildest imagination… The worst case scenario : was the depends, pull-ups. Jess had seen a commercial, months ago. Featuring Lisa Rinna - wearing the newest line of depends, in honor of positive self image. Despite the message, all Jess could think was, “Thank god I don’t have to wear something like that.” What Chris brought home was far worse, than the creature of her nightmares. They were thick, and backed by plastic. Anything, but discrete. There was no way to hide the discernible crinkling. Caused by, even, the slightest movement. And, not a pull-up at all. More so, a diaper - by definition. They were fastened around her hips by four pink tabs. Lacking, only, the babyish designs, across the front - to complete her infantile attire. At this point, though… Nothing would have surprised her. Jess woke up confused, as she did lately. Everything felt fuzzy. She couldn’t hold onto a thought. It took a few minutes for her to piece the last few weeks together. Her mind, was the hardest faculty to loose. She prided her intellect. The wet diaper between her legs, really triggered a lot of the memories. She was, ceaselessly, mortified. Tears already rolling down her cheeks. She tried to get out of bed. Bracing herself on the nightstand as she did. A valiant effort, but not enough. Her knees buckled, and she started to fall. She sent a lamp crashing to the floor - scrambling for balance. Herself, following suit. With a clamor. She scrambled to get up. Collapsing beneath her own weight several times. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so helpless. The warm pressure growing inside her diaper did not make matters any better… Jess was hysterical at this point. She tested to crawl towards the bathroom. Withal, knowing it was too late. She had no choice but to sit there, on the floor. Pooping in her already wet diaper. Chris heard the commotion. Hurriedly, He opened the door. Only to discover Jess, in her disconsolate state. He tried to mask his enthusiasm, with well dramatized worriment. Although significantly less effort was actually needed… Jess was so distraught, she barely payed any notice to what Chris was actually saying, or doing. “Help! Darling help me!!”, she cried. Stretching her feeble arms out towards her husband. “I had another accident. I’m so sorry…” She shamefully confessed. “It’s alright, Baby. You’ll be better soon.” Chris, falsely, promised. An emphasis on, ‘Baby’. He pulled Jess to her feet, as he tried to console her. “Let’s get you cleaned up then, pretty girl.” ushering her back to the bed, and slowly guiding her down. “I’m not a bab…EEEEE!” Jess sheepishly tried to contest her husbands, aptly chosen, pet name. Her defiance, however, was cut short. Replaced, instead, by a strident moan. Getting Jess back into bed, had spread her mess deeper into every crevice. Consistent with her new reality Chris changed Jess’s soiled diaper. He cleaned her, with baby wipes. Covered her in baby powder. She detested the smell. It was the constant reminder, of her hell. Chris fastened the last tape, and patted her crotch. “All better”. Like, that made Jess feel any better. He then left the room, assuring his immediate return. He came back carrying something familiar. A plastic cube, with various shaped holes. A toy her kindergartners regularly played with. “Why do you have that babies toy?” Jess instantly questioned. “I told you… I’m not a baby. Your jokes aren’t funny.” “This isn’t a joke.” Chris replied, defensively. Absolving, and imploring, he continued, “It’s therapy. It will help you regain some mobility.” “Fine. But, no Jokes.” Jess insisted. She was so frustrated, trying to finish the puzzle. She payed no attention to her husband’s lustful gaze. Chris watched in awe, while his, super-model caliber, wife struggled to complete the most childish of games. Wearing nothing but a diaper. It was a dream come true. He broke the silence first. “So… I’m going to have to get back to work next week.” Chris started. Jess threw a plastic triangle across the room. She screamed, “SO WHAT! YOU WANT TO LEAVE ME?!! IS THAT WERE THIS IS GOING?” Projecting her previous guilty desires. Obviously embarrassed, and insecure. “Never, babe.” Chris quickly assured. “We… Just need help getting through this first few months. I didn’t know who else to call. So…” He was making a face, he only made when talking about one person. “You didn’t!” Jess cut Chris off. “MY MOTHER!” She threw a plastic circle across the room, and then a square at Chris. “I figured Pam would be the least embarrassing person to help you through this!” Chris fought, in his own defense. Jess had always been, openly, embarrassed by her mother. Pam was precipitant, and lubricious. She drank like a sailor, and jested like a man. Dressed like a harlot, and acted the part. Chris enjoyed every part of her. The latter, secretly so. He had always found her attractive. With no short list, for cause. It was never talked about. But, Chris was sure Jess always suspected as much. “WHHYYYY!” Jess cried in disbelief. “When does she get here?” she questioned, mournfully. Tears, again, starting to well in her eyes. “In the morning.” Chris said. Continuing, “Let’s not worry about that right now. Pretend I didn’t say anything. Let’s try this again…” He handed Jess the plastic square, she had thrown at him. Undeniably excited… Jess struggled with her toy for the better part of an hour. Despite his deboucherous intentions. Chris was right. Jess wasn’t thinking about her mother coming to visit anymore. She didn’t really have the mental constitution left, to focus on too much at one time. When Chris finally couldn’t contain his wonderment any longer, he excused himself again, “You’re doing great, Babe. Keep it up. I’ll be right back. I have something else for you.” “IS IT ANOTHER BABY TOY?!?” Jess sarcastically squealed. Slamming the plastic cube she was holding, against a triangle shaped hole.

Great. Can’t Begin to tell you the number of officers I have seen let go because of stupid stunts like this and then lying about it. They could have probably still kept their jobs had they been honest. When my first badge was pinned on the Colonel told me two things I never forgot. The first was that you can only give up your integrity once. If you lie one time you may as well turn in your badge because you can never be trusted as a police officer ever again. The second thing he told me was that the badge will get you pussy but the pussy will get your badge. Both are the absolute truth. By the way I still have my badge.

tape on briefs.. aka diaper... nappies work way better at staying in place a slip on brief tends to slip down no matter how good the fit

Intresting reading. I have my first urologist appointment coming up in a weeks time. I'm going to have to wear or I'll flood thier office out

Well if possible, get out of its way! If not, get plenty of diapers ready, and whatever else, food, batteries, etc. Hope you have a plan, if you loose power? Long term loss sucks! Been through Sandy here, oh what fun! NOT! I wish you all the best, good luck, hope you come through ok.

I hear you there. I have been wearing full time for a few years but still have fantasies and dreams about wearing. Strange, but I feel great when I realize that I am living out those fantasies and dreams.

I have every right to be depressed, if I want to look at it that way. I'm incontinent, old, overweight, bald and have no education. It takes plenty of pills to keep my upright. Then there is all the really messed up stuff that goes on in our world. Brexit, Trump, Global warming... OTOH, I have every right to be excited about the world. I am in my prime earning years, I have plenty of food to eat, a low maintenance haircut and a great job that has me traveling quite a bit of the time. My wife is still my best friend, and my kids think I'm pretty OK. As for the drugs; they are the cause of my IC, but so what? If I stop taking them I get really depressed and become a Major Arsehole. I prefer diapers and having friends.

The bottom line becoming diaper dependant is simply not for everyone. Many of us fantasize about the thought of diaper dependancy for a variety of different reasons but at the end of the day making it become reality is a long and complicated journey. It took years of desiring to wear diapers permanently before I could actually be diapered permanently. As a diaper lover it was almost impossible to keep a diaper on after having an orgasm. I honestly believed that would never change. Yet over time I was able to overcome this and now that I am diapered permanently I find myself in a much better place and I am a happier being. For most it is not something reality will allow. Yet for some including myself, wearing diapers permanently and becoming diaper dependant makes our reality a much better place to be.

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.

Another note of some success with a holey Foley design: Tried small hole punch about 4” from balloon, been in for 6 days without irritation. Don’t want to jinx it! Will take photo of design when I eventually remove it.

Thank you GrumpyMonk for the detailed information and the pictures. Stent looks very well made, nicely done! Maybe you should try to shorten the part of the stent that runs through the prostate (between the wings and the bent piece of inner tubing) to about 6 cm instead of the 8 cm it has on the pic. I think the top of the stent is reaching too far in the bladder hitting the wall at the top. Removing the bent inner tubing will increase the risk of the stent slipping into the bladder. If the stent fits better after shortening the upper part of the stent you can cut of a few cm 's at the end of the stent. Where did you buy the malecot catheters?