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Chapter 9 I'd never seen one of them die before, I didn't even know they could die. But I remember the Battle of Mira Station. I remember Skippers in their machines, blinking in and out like fireflies, and I remember seeing the Burning Sky dying for the very first time. It was the first day since we lost our home that I got to remember what hope felt like. -Ashlynn Jones, Personal Accounts of the Burning Sky. *** I could feel it, and I think that was why it was so easy for me to accept the truth of the words Lilt had fed me, even despite all of her lies and her misdeeds in such a short amount of time. If I were thinking, then I wouldn’t trust her as far as I could have thrown her. But I was a Skipper, so I was feeling, and something was resonating with my feelings. With delicate steps that left no sign of evidence, I paced around the Faering, every fiber of my skin tingling, reminding me of the way I felt when I was walking past the transformer coils on the lower decks of the Station. The air just felt… charged. The form of the construct didn’t differ greatly from my Faering, similar to any of those my Skipper Sisters might have taken into cold deep vacuum - three rings of wedges, each smaller than the one preceding it, and the Truss suspended and hovering in the center. The material construction was what set things apart, though, and I could only have described it as otherworldly, because it was like nothing else I’d ever seen. Except for every single day when I looked in the mirror. “Is this Skipper technology?” I asked with equal parts curiosity and awe, my words soft and hesitant as though it was a question I really wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to. When my words hung in the air and Lilt didn’t answer me, though, I looked over my shoulder and saw her talking to a middle-aged woman with black hair and almond-shaped eyes that clouded with a milky white pallor in the same shade as the cane she held in her hand. Without any acknowledgment of my question, and outside of the supervision of my escort, I gave into compulsion and stepped up the adjacent stepladder to bring me closer to the Truss in the center of the Faering. I came chest to chest with the suspended figure in between the three rings, floating as if by magic. My eyes shined with compulsion, my feelings flared, and I reached out one hand to touch the strange, almost alien figure before me. And where my fingers were softly cream colored, pale and milky, child-like and precious, the Truss was dark bluish grey, designed to look metallic at a distance, intended to evoke feelings of artificiality. We contrasted, not flesh and steel like we usually would, but in every other way. “Are you curious?” Despite the soft excitement in Lilt’s voice, I almost jumped out of my too-perfect skin, and felt myself falling back into her arms on the way down from the startled leap. “Oh hey, it’s alright, you’re good. I didn’t mean to scare you.” “I’m a Skipper,” I spat, then faded, “I don’t get scared,” I moped in embarrassment, and Lilt smiled the way my Mom used to. “Well now that’s not true at all. You don’t have to posture here, Cadence, you don’t have to live up to an image of some ever-perfect hero. It’s alright to be afraid. It’s alright to be excited, to be trepidatious, it’s okay to feel things.” She smiled at me, and her arms were still around me, wrapping me up in physicality the way her reassurances wrapped up my insecurities. “Are you alright? We don’t have to do this right now, you know.” I looked up, craning my neck to see her gaze as she stood behind me, arms wrapped around me, and her upside-down smile was just as pretty as it had been right side up. “I felt something, Lilt. Like it was giving me something.” My brow was furrowed as my inflection dropped, my gaze moved back to the Truss in the center of the Faering. “I think I’m just feeling ghosts, though, probably something to do with your ship?” My tone was inquisitive, doubtful, maybe hoping to be told otherwise. Lilt didn’t give me that, though. “Maybe.” Her voice had melody, “Maybe not. This is all new technology, this is something that can save the world. We don’t know how your Skipper body is going to respond to it, and that’s why you’re here.” Something about her candor put me at ease, despite the fact I was literally terrified of the prospect, and that let my child-like wonder and excitement shine through. “Put me inside, let me link.” I asserted in earnest, and stepped forward away from her, pressing my hand to the uncanny carapace in front of me, as though I was proving something to myself. Nothing happened. Lilt was looking at me curiously when I turned around, a little smirk on her too-pretty face, and I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, trying to act so much cooler than I felt. “What? We’re not saving any lives just standing around here.” I felt something that wasn’t mine. Pride. Something gave me pride. *** “Just try to think of this like any other Delinking, Cadence,” Lilt’s tone was detached, she didn’t make eye contact, and she was going down a checklist on her tablet, trying to force the kind of confidence in her process that came naturally to Laurent. He’d been a handler for decades, though, he’d fought the Burning Sky and he’d paid his prices. Lilt was a spook, a ghost from the inner machinations of some unified governance that nobody even believed we had anymore, and she might have been good at wearing masks but that didn’t answer for her lack of experience. “Have you seen a Delinking before, Lilt?” She looked up from her little computer, like I’d asked a dumb question, and I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t mean it personally, I know you’re one of the creators of the Faering, but I don’t know what you actually do.” She didn’t seem any more impressed with what I was saying. “I just mean…you might be a systems analyst for all I know, and the theory is pretty different from the reality.” “The reality is fine, Skipper Cadence,” She answered back, almost defensively, and I puffed my cheeks at her response. I was only trying to be considerate! And maybe a little bit I was trying to shake the vapid feelings being broadcast through the ether of nothingness. Had I upset her? I hadn’t meant to. “Alright let’s do this! Genna, you’re clear to start Delinking our Skipper.” I watched the blind woman - Genna, I supposed - up above me and to the left. I saw the smile spread across her lips as she used the positioning of her fingertips on one hand to center her other on the controls. She was confident, she was excited, I didn’t even know her name until Lilt had said it, and I still felt safe in her care. With a mechanical sound, heavy and clunking, old-world and oily, a familiar looking gantry slid along crane rails inset into the ceiling. Some things were the same no matter where you were - if it wasn’t broken, there was no need to fix it. The arrangement moved left and forward, left and down, the blind woman guiding the movement with more precision than any of my myriad linking technicians on the station could have mustered. The steel rig dropped slowly down around me, clunked heavily, and then little peaks pushed into my joints to release unseen indents. I was felt my arms and my legs pulling gracefully away from my body, leaving along with the two side sections of the gantry as they split away from one another. And then, I was flying. “You know, you really sold the whole being freaked out by my arm being Delinked in my quarters, Lilt,” I called down to her, nothing more than a torso and a head right now, and she laughed and rolled her eyes in return, but she didn’t sass me back. Maybe I’d made her uncomfortable, or maybe right now I was just another variable in a long-form formula. The rings of the Faering began to hum and resonate, and one-by-one they rotated noiselessly from vertical to horizonal, inner to outer, like a gyroscope, revealing access to the top of the Truss as the jig positioned me above the opening from above. “What’s this going to be like, Lilt? Anything I should know?” “Nothing I can tell you without invalidating the usefulness of our data, Cadence. Just relax, think of it like any other Linkage.” Was that earnest focus in the tone of her voice, or was it worry? Concern? Was there something she wasn’t telling me? The crane descended and in harmony with the motion the top half of the metallic torso began to bloom open like the petals on a flower, a grotesquely alien display applied to what had looked remotely human - if headless - a few moments before. My alabaster skin disappeared inside of the dark form and the parted artificial flesh closed up around me, linking to every aspect of my nervous system all at once. It was intense. I was used to intense. But this was so much more intense than usual; if the sensations of linking washed over me like waves on the shore, right now I felt like I was drowning, like every wave was a tsunami, like they came closer and closer together. I focused. I felt. I didn’t think. This was normal, this was expected, I just had to… calibrate, to synchronize, and this was why I had a whole team of technicians on hand - I had to trust them to be my thoughts so I could be my feelings. And what did I feel? I felt cold. I felt warm. I felt scared. I felt brave. I felt anxious. I felt confident. I felt dizzy. I felt grounded. I felt alone. … and then I wasn’t. I opened my eyes. I hadn’t realized they were closed. There was a blue sky above me and grass beneath my bare feet, there was the smell of salt from the ocean and the smell of berries and childhood. I looked at my hand and found soft pinky flesh, chubby little fingers with chipped purple polish and cuts from playing among the blackcurrants. My head spun, and I spun with it, I saw the crops behind me. I’d charted a maze, and I had to find the way back! I could hear my own giggling as I ran, the soil shifted between my toes and the blackcurrant bushes felt familiar and comfortable against my fingers as I ran and laughed, turning left and turning right, following the path that had led me here. I could remember it vividly; I’d spent all morning here, I’d made the most impressive maze ever! And I’d hidden a coloring book and crayons at the end of the maze, I’d left myself a reward, coloring and a picnic basket, and a happy afternoon, even if Mommy and Daddy couldn’t play with me today. Left. Right. Right. Left. I couldn’t imagine feeling any happier than this, this summer would last forever, the dances and the games, the sunshine and the happiness, me and the berries and my family. Right. Right. Left. Straight! Left. I emerged into a clearing, laughing, my gingham dress stained with berries and torn from when I’d ran too close to the bushes, my feet smeared with dirt and a little bit of sweat beading on my brow as one of my pigtails fell in front of my shoulders and the other behind. I saw my picnic basket, and I saw my coloring book, and I saw my crayons, and I saw another girl here, another girl my age, a ten-year-old in a very pretty dress, sitting on my checked picnic blanket. Confusion twisted my youthful form and I wondered who she was. Then I knew who she was. Obviously. “Hi, Carmen!” This was going to be the best summer ever, and it never had to end.

So Before starting I wanted to thank my Coauthor Wannatripbaby along with @Sophie ♥ and @bbykimmy for creating the prompt generator that inspired this (link below). That along with some positive peer pressure from everyone on the Discord is what got me back in the saddle. Without that this wouldn’t have been possible. https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/65438-abdl-writing-prompt-generator/ Episode 1. The Chillis Fiasco/Breaking Free The October air is chill and crisp as we pull into the parking lot at Chillis. The passenger door on your Subaru opens and I see you looking down at me smiling. I blush at how small I feel from that look. That look… and the shortalls I'm wearing with my FMA t-shirt and candy pink hair in a pony tail. The shorts are cute, but I know that they hide a couple different secrets. Speaking of which.... I feel the thin but noticeable padding of my good night pressing against my junk as you take my hand and help me out of the car....... While you were dressed cutesier than the star of a children's cartoon, Candace; your Girlfriend; your Mommy, was rocking an elegant black dress, high heels, blond hair done up in a tight bun and cherry-red lipstick that popped against the rest of her colorless ensemble. Sure, it was just a friendly dinner with your mom, but Candice loved the contrast between your cute, childlike attire and her mature, sexy visage, further cementing that she was the adult and you were the baby here. "Relax, Connie. You look absolutely adorable! Your mom's gonna love what we did with your hair." Still Blushing. "I really like the new color." I take your hand reflexively and lean against you She leans down and kisses the top of your head, an act which always makes you very Little indeed. "Now remember, no matter what happens tonight I'll be right here by your side to comfort and protect you. I won't let anything bad happen to my baby." She brushes your cheek with her thumb. "Thank you Candice, love you." "I love you too, Connie." She leans down further and presses her lips to yours, her hot breath filling your mouth and warming you from the inside-out. I feel myself squirming and pressing against the padding rubbing my bits which start to tingle just a little bit She reaches down and gently grabs your hand. "There will be time for that later. For now, let's go meet your mom." I take a minute to settle myself as I follow you into the restaurant. The noise startling my unfocused brain as the host chirps at us. I look down at/fidget with the strap buttons of my shortalls. A close inspection would show a hex shaped hole but nobody would know what it means unless; well unless they were like me and Mommy. This is going to make using the bathroom hard maybe I should ask before we start dinner? "Candice?" Even after a year together and a couple of public accidents (my face burns at the memories) I still can't call you Mommy in front of other people. I know kink has been on the news a lot lately with more people being 24/7 open, but I still can't. "Should I use the bathroom before dinner?" "Sweetheart, you just went before we left the house. We're only going to be here for an hour. Surely you can hold it that long? Or was I wrong to trust you with pullups instead of a proper diaper?" My face goes nuclear red as the host gets this confused "brain try to think but can't" look on their face. I almost call a yellow and pull you aside, but this is what I want isn't it to be totally yours? Your Little girl 24/7? I'm yours to take care of so of course even my underwear and bathroom habits are your business. People are just going to have to deal. At least that's what I try and tell myself. "No, I can hold it just thought better safe than sorry" She smiles, bemused at the blushy expression on your face. "Better safe than sorry is what the pullup is there for, my little Connie-cat. Just be sure to let Mommy know if you have an accident, alright? We wouldn't want any leaks, now would we?" "Nope" I can't help but notice the host and one other person staring. Candice pays them no mind. Let others think what they want. As long as they don't upset my Little Connie-cat we won't have a problem. "Ah, I think I see your mom over there." Sure enough she leads you to a booth where your mother has already ordered your drinks. "There's my two favorite girls!" She gets up and hugs you. Your mother was always a big hugger. I return the hug snuzzling her shoulder the same I have my entire life "Hey Mom!" Once the hug breaks she takes your pink ponytail between her fingers. "I love your new hair color! It really suits you." "That's what I told her. Also where's my hug?" "Oh, I haven't forgotten about you, Candice." She hugs your girlfriend just as she had you. "Thanks Mom I've been wanting to try it for a while." I'm grinning from the compliment "Well I'm glad you did, honey. Come, have a seat. I already ordered your favorite drink." I sit down almost able to ignore the padding shifting around my lower half and take a sip of the cider. Candice and your mother both share a knowing smile as you drink. "So, how have you two girls been?" "Work's been kicking my ass, but what else is new? How about you, Talia?" "Can't complain and wouldn't do any good if I did." She chuckles at her own idiom. "We started a new 'Dark Star' campaign and work has been okay I guess. Oh we also found this cool new site...." I cut off abruptly. Stupid brain why can you can't you even filter? "Yes? go on." Even though Talia had no idea what a Dark Star Campaign was and likely wouldn't understand what you were talking about, she would certainly listen to the best of her ability. "Umm.... Candice and I found a site where you can order custom printed 'special underwear' along with other things. It's surprisingly cheap. Not actually cheap but I think they 3d print everything so the cost keeps going down." I swear my face is going to be continually flushed tonight. Talia knew exactly what you meant by special underwear having heard you describe your diapers by that term before. "Oh, that's nice. I swear, pretty soon everything will be 3D printed at the rate we're going. What kinds of patterns did you have in mind?" "They..." I stutter "They have some ones with Chibi versions of popular characters that are really cute. And some one with geometric prints that I like for more 'Big days' " "Oh... what's Chibi mean?" "Hang on, I've got the design here on my phone..." Candice fishes out her phone and shows your mom the design. "Oh that is cute! Is that Lord of the Rings?" "Yup. Connie designed it herself." "Those little Hobbits are so cute!" I simultaneously blush and beam at compliment "I'm not a graphic designer but they have a really to easy use tool set on the site. Very plug and play. I think it's Google Design Studio or Libarata. The ones I made are surprisingly popular on the site and in a couple forums." "My little girl is such a talented artist!" "Our Little girl sure is." Candice puts her arm around you for a side-hug. I lean in squirming at the attention. just at waitress shows up "Hi how is everyone tonight? Can I get you anything to start with? More drinks?" "Yeah, I think Connie here could use a refill. And I think we're ready to order, right?" "I know what I want." The waitress takes your orders and goes to get you some more cider just as you feel a cramp in your lower abdomen. As we order I chime in "Can I have the loaded cheese fries?" "Of course you can, Connie." She turns to the waitress. "And one order of loaded cheese fries." I nurse my second cider and pick at the chips while waiting for the appetizer. After the fries arrive I nom through the cheesy bacony fried potatoe goodness. Wincing as I bight into a jalapeno. Another cramp washes over you, this time far more urgent. You've felt this way before--when Candice would spike your drink with laxatives. But the drinks were already here when you arrived. How could she have given them to you? Must be the cheese fries, I love these things but fuck they do a number “Maybe I should think about asking Candice to use the bathroom?” Candice begins regaling your mom with the tale of just how work has been 'kicking her ass.' A tale which she's already told you and you know for a fact is more than a short vignette. Meanwhile the pressure in your bowels is building and building approaching dangerous levels. There is no chance you can hold it through dinner. I'm about to say screw it and ask for the bathroom anyway when... "Still got room after those fries" The waitress shows up with our order "Finally! I'm starved!" Candice starts digging in immediately. "I may need to make some soon" I squeak in an embarrassed whisper to candice. In between taking nervous bites out of my ribs. She whispers back "I'm not gonna let my food get cold because you chose to wait till now to ask for the potty. You can either hold it a little longer or use your pullup." "What are you two whispering about?" "Nothing." She goes back to eating, suppressing a smirk as her plan is coming together beautifully. I try to focus on eating my ribs and corn on the cob, pacing myself as I just try make it through dinner but I can feel my stomach getting more and more bloated and gurgly. Maybe if I pee a little it will take some pressure off? I let out couple spurts feeling my goodnight get warm but stopping when I my sphincter tries to relax as well. A small pungent rumbling fart escapes. Of course with all this distracting me I get sauce all over my face and even small spot on my shirt despite the tucked napkin. When you are suddenly brought back to reality by a napkin wiping your face "Silly Connie, food is supposed to go in your mouth!" "Mommmmm" I wine with an exasperated sigh before I look over and see... Candice Holy crap I actually called her Mom, it's not quite Mommy, but I never do that outside the house am I slipping into Little Space? My thoughts are all jumbled and I'm a little unsettled. It came so naturally and easily. "And would you look at that, you got it all down the front of your shirt too. Am I gonna have to start feeding you myself when we go out?" Talia chuckles across the table "Now that would be a sight!" "No that's just how BBQ works" I huff indignantly. Now it was Candice's turn to chuckle. "You're cute when you're pouty." She pinches your cheek and goes back to her food. I feel myself squirm at the contact. Crap am I getting turned on. One thing you do know for sure is that arousal wouldn’t be the only thing that you’ll feel in your pullup as another wave of cramps washes over you. You just barely manage to keep yourself from filling your pants like the toddler you pretend to be. The waitress reappears "You all done or do you want dessert" Just to add to my humiliation I let out a loud wet fart right at that moment. They all notice, but nobody mentions anything. "I think some ice cream would be in order. Would you like some Ice cream, Connie?" Your girlfriend/Mommy asks. "I really need the bathroom" you whisper to Candice looking at her with a pleading expression "Oh yeah, I forgot." Honestly, she was surprised you lasted this long. Of course, when you get up to go to the bathroom it might be a different story... She turns to the waitress. "We might need a few minutes." "Okay." She leaves. Candice turns back towards your mom. "We're gonna run to the restroom real quick. Then we'll have dessert." Talia nods "Alright. Take your time." I stand up and feel my stomach flip and I double over the table as wave of cramps hits me. I whimper at Candice "I don't think I'm going to make it." "Well you're definitely not gonna make it if you just stand there." She attempts to pull you along towards the bathrooms. My poor overtaxed sphincter fails with a loud trumpeting fart. All I can I do is push as the hot mush comes shooting out of me filling the back of my goodnight. It smells awful and I start to cry, tears streaming down my face. I'm shitting myself in a restaurant full of people? What the fuck is wrong with me I could have stopped this one word, red, that's all it would have took. I stand there bent over the table as the hot sticky mess coats my cheeks forcing the seat of my shortalls to bulge out. Grunting and panting. tears, snot and sweat streaming down my face. I can only remember one timed I had been anywhere close to this embarrassed. It was the day mom discovered my Little/DL side, she had come home early and walked in on me in a very soggy diaper frigging myself in mid climax with my Hitachi. I was so scared and embarrassed, but she just hugged me and said it was okay. That she loved me no matter what got me off. I told her everything discovering it on deviant art, trying it on impulse, how it helped deal with stress. I never felt so loved. Will she still love me after this?

Prologue The yellow flames licked the dark sky as an acritty diesel smell invaded Rebecca’s nose, “No, not this dream again!” She wanted to scream but she had no mouth, she wanted to run but her legs would not move. That was when the praying started. “Blessed Father and creator of all. Cleanse my daughter of her impure urges with your holy light!” “With your holy flame she shall be purified.” “With your holy flame her articles of lust shall be destroyed.” Rebecca saw a shadowy figure pick up a flaming hunk of wood and bring it towards her, “Lord, let these flames impart your holy wisdom into this lost soul.” Rebecca felt the flaming timber brush against her thigh and crotch. She felt her body scream out in pain as the flames licked her skin, yet she had no mouth. ****** Rebecca awoke in a cold sweat. Her alarm clock blaring only for her to hit the snooze button. The clock read 6:30 AM, “Why is it always that dream.” She muttered as she swung her legs out from under the covers and stood up. Her lily white nightgown was damp with sweat. “Rebecca, are you up?” A woman’s voice asked as the door opened revealing her mother in her typical outfit, a floor length skirt and a blouse, “Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes. Shower up and get dressed.” “Yes mother.” She sighed as she opened up her wardrobe and removed a white blouse and ankle length skirt similar to her mother’s. Rebecca set the clothes on her bed before walking out of her room and rounding the corner and opening the bathroom door. Rebecca shut the door behind her and locked it. The girl exhaled deeply and removed her nightgown. She always hated this part because she had to look at what she had become. A scarred shell of her former self. She looked at herself in the mirror with disgust. Burn scars like blades of grass flowed around her inner thighs and crotch, constant reminders of her discovering her true self two years ago. Rebecca was doing researching for a school paper when she stumbled across a banner ad for The Bureau. She was curious and soon her research veered off from the American Revolution to The Bureau and the world of AB/DLs. She was fascinated by this world and felt some strange connection to it, that was when she made the choice to buy diapers. She had saved up some money from babysitting to purchase a small package of bedwetting diapers. She had hidden them in her wardrobe, she thought she had covered her tracks, she thought wrong. One week after she had bought the diapers she was pulled out of English class and brought to the Principal’s office where her father who was the town’s priest, the guidance counselor, and the principal were waiting for her. They interrogated her about the websites about the diapers, about… things and feelings that she never understood, wearing the diapers felt good to her and when she said that, things got worse than she ever could have imagined. That night she was led to an empty field and the diapers were burned in front of her. Her own father burned her with the flaming timber in the name of God. Rebecca fought back tears as she remembered the events of two years ago. She was eighteen now, an adult, yet she knew that her parents did not trust her with a phone or even to go out of the house without one of them with her. Rebecca had been a virtual prisoner of her parents for the past two years, her only respite was school. At school Rebecca had some friends and she could read in the library during her breaks. Her father had gone to great lengths to conceal what he had done to Rebecca, mainly to maintain his reputation and to keep his church’s congregation from leaving him. Some priests called their congregation their flock, he called his, his herd. Rebecca sighed and turned the shower on, letting the water heat up for a few before stepping into the stream of water. She shut her eyes and stood there for a few minutes as the water washed away the sweat from her sleep. After washing her head and body she turned off the shower and stepped out before wrapping her body in a towel and making sure that she wouldn’t drip any water onto the hardwood floor. Her long brown hair wrapped up was wrapped up in a second towel. Rebecca made the short walk back to her room and stared at the outfit she had laid out. This was what her father had told her to wear today, everyday he dictated her outfit for the next day. Rebecca ruffled her hair with the towel to help dry it out before getting a pair of panties and bra from her underwear drawer. Wearing them felt wrong to her ever since she discovered the joy of diapers, but unfortunately she knew this would be her life until she died. She quickly got dressed and made her way downstairs where her parents were waiting for her, a grey suitcase was sitting by the door. “Good morning Rebecca.” Her father looked up from the paper. He was already dressed in his black pants and shirt with clerical collar. He took a sip of coffee, “Excited for the trip to Jackson?” “Yes sir.” She nodded meekly as she sat down across from him. Her mother set a plate of scrambled eggs and biscuits in front of her, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Now, eat up. Father will be driving you to school today.” She said as she refilled Father’s coffee cup. “Thank you sir.” Rebecca nodded to her father as she muttered a quick prayer, “Thank you lord for this food, amen.” “Short, but I’ll allow it.” Father nodded as he went back to reading the paper. “Thank you sir.” She said as she began to eat. It took about fifteen minutes for Rebecca to finish her breakfast, “All done sir.” She looked at her father as she set her fork down. “Good, go brush your teeth and get your shoes on. I packed your spare toothbrush and toothpaste in your bag. I want to be out of the door in five.” “Yes sir, thank you sir. May I be excused?” “You may.” “Thank you.” Rebecca said before walking back upstairs to the bathroom where her pink toothbrush waited her, the bristles were starting to become frayed but for now the brush still worked. Rebecca brushed for two minutes exactly, before spitting and rinsing. She set the toothbrush aside and went to her room to retrieve her shoes, a pair of black flats. She grabbed her wallet from her dresser and stuck it in one of her skirts interior pockets. She then slipped her shoes on before walking back downstairs, her father was waiting for her. “Ready?” Father looked at her as he grabbed the car keys. “Yes sir.” She nodded as she grabbed the suitcase and followed her father out the door. “Have fun.” Rebecca’s mother smiled as she started to clean the dishes. The drive to Rebecca’s high school was a short one. She only lived about a mile from the school. Rebecca could see a charter bus waiting in the school parking lot, a group of seniors and their parents were milling about. This was the start of the annual senior trip for the seniors of Corinth High. The trip was simple, a one week excursion to the state capital of Jackson. The trip to Jackson would take about seven hours by bus and when they arrived they would go straight to Millsaps college to attend a play, and then they would retire to their hotel. That was all Rebecca remembered. “Here we are.” Her father said as he parked the church van that he used as his personal vehicle. Rebecca saw the principal walk towards the van. “Father Charles, how are you doing this morning?” The Principal smiled as he wiped some sweat from his bald head with a handkerchief, the hot Mississippi sun was in full force, signaling the start of summer. “Principal Skipper, I’m doing quite fine today. How are you?” Father smiled as Rebecca got her suitcase out of the van. “Sweating like a sinner in church, father.” He smiled. “We are all sinners Principal Skipper.” He looked over at Rebecca, “I trust you will be keeping a close eye on her?” “Yes father, of course.” He looked over at the girl, “Come along Rebecca, the bus is just about ready to leave.” He motioned for the girl to follow him as he started to walk towards the bus, “Have a good week father.” “You too Principal.” “Goodbye father, thank you for allowing me to go on this trip.” Rebecca smiled a bit and hugged her father. “You are welcome, now go get on the bus.” Father smiled back. “Yes sir.” Rebecca nodded as she followed the principal over to the bus where he loaded her suitcase into the luggage compartment of the bus. Rebecca saw one her friends, Casey, the daughter of the town’s sheriff. “Hey Casey!” Rebecca smiled a bit. “Hey Becca.” She smiled back, “You excited for the trip?” “Yeah.” She nodded a bit, “I’ve never been to Jackson.” “It’s nice.” Casey smiled, “Lots of places to hang out.” “Alright students!” The principal raised his voice, “Board the bus so we can arrive in Jackson on schedule please!” “Come on Becca, you can sit next to me.” Casey smiled as she entered the bus with Rebecca behind her. “Thank you.” Rebecca smiled and took a seat next to Casey as her classmates filed in. “Anytime, this is going to be a long bus ride.” Casey smiled as she put her ear buds in. ****** Rebecca awoke to Casey poking her side, “Becca, wake up, we are at Millsaps.” “Wha?” Rebecca yawned and stretched as the bus came to a stop. “Did you seriously sleep the whole time?” Casey smiled as she saw large groups of students with picket signs walking down the sidewalk, “What’s going on?” “Looks like a protest.” A guy sitting behind them said, “Hey Brendon, can you see what those signs say?” “Yeah, I think they say: Wolowitz has got to go. Who the hell is Wolowitz?” Brendon said. “Millsaps’ current president, “No idea why they are protesting him, guess he must have pissed off some snowflakes.” “Fuck off Casey.” A voice from the back of the bus yelled, “Wolowitz covered up a massive hazing culture at Millsaps.” “Enough!” The Principal Skipper yelled, “We will still be seeing our play. Now, everyone off the bus. We will be walking to the theatre.” he sighed as the bus doors opened and he stepped out. “Come on Becca, lets try and get good seats.” Casey smiled as she followed Rebecca out of the bus. Principal Skipper led the group of fifty seniors down a sidewalk, however, the group soon found themselves in a quad where two opposing groups were getting ready to square off. On one side were the Pro-Wolowitz protesters while the anti-Wolowitz protesters were on the other side. Campus police were trying to keep the two sides separate. “Excuse me.” A student said as he accidently bumped into Rebecca, “My bad.” “Its okay.” Rebecca smiled as the student walked off. Unfortunately for everyone in that quad all it took were two bottles, one from each side to turn the quad into a madhouse. College police quickly lost control of the situation as the two sides surged towards the other with Rebecca’s group and some extremely unfortunate college students caught in the middle of the melee. Campus police tried to regain order, but in the end they were forced to pullback with several injured officers. Rebecca was terrified, in the melee she had gotten separated from her classmates and was struggling to find somewhere safe. Pepper Spray was starting to be used and it hung around in the air, many were starting to cover their eyes, Rebecca was unlucky enough to catch a spray right in the face. She went down screaming in pain as her eyes began to burn. She felt herself being picked up and carried through the crowd. She could hear police sirens getting closer and closer, “It burns!” She screamed as she kept her eyes tightly shut to try and alleviate the pain. “I know, I know.” A masculine voice close to her head told her, “We are almost to the paramedics, they will help you.” It must’ve belonged to the person carrying her. “T-thank you.” Rebecca managed to choke out. “Not a problem.” The voice said, “HEY! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!” The voice yelled as Rebecca felt herself being laid on some grass. “What happened?” A second voice asked? “Pepper spray. Some fuckers were ready for a fight.” “Someone always is in these types of situations. Lucy, go get me my thermos.” “Why do you need your thermos?” “It has milk in it. That should help flush her eyes and since capsaicin is fat soluble it will help with the pain.” The paramedic said, “Alright young lady, I know it hurts but I need you to open your eyes.” “O-okay.” Rebecca cried as she started to open her eyes. Suddenly her vision went white as the paramedic poured milk over her eyes, instantly she felt better, her eyes still burned a bit but it was nowhere near as bad as it was. “There we go. Feel better?” The paramedic smiled. “Yeah, thanks.” She turned to try and find her rescuer, but he had disappeared, “Where did he go?” “The guy that brought you? He went back into the fight for more people.” The paramedic shrugged, “Now, I need you to blink your eyes rapidly. Tears should help flush the last of the pepper spray. I’d recommend staying here. If you need any help just holler.” The paramedic said before going to work on another patient. Rebecca kept blinking her eyes for a few minutes as the melee raged on. Rebecca looked around a bit and a poster grabbed her attention the moment she saw it. The poster read, “Tired of your life? Is the stress too much for you? Do you want to be pampered for the rest of your life? Come to The Bureau recruitment depot! Only one block this way!” The poster featured an arrow pointing down the street. Rebecca’s heart was beating out of her chest. She looked around and couldn’t see any members of her class. Rebecca stumbled to her feet and did what her heart told her to. Rebecca ran as fast as her feet could carry her. Rebecca’s heartbeat faster and faster as she ran down the street. As she ran she saw more signs pointing her towards the recruitment depot. Soon she saw it, a large building whose sign said: Bureau Recruitment Depot. Rebecca’s hands were shaking as she opened the glass doors to the building’s lobby. A secretary was tapping away at her computer as she looked up at Rebecca, “Welcome to The Bureau recruitment depot. How can I help you baby?” Rebecca walked over to the desk, her entire body was shaking now. She wanted to talk but her mouth refused to open as fresh tears started to form in her eyes. “Baby, are you okay?” The secretary stood up and walked over to Rebecca, “Do you need help?” Rebecca nodded a bit. “Okay, did someone hurt you?” Rebecca nodded again. “Do you need me to call the police?” Rebecca shook her head before her mouth started to work again, “I-I want to leave here.” The receptionist nodded and smiled as she realized what Rebecca wanted, “Do you want to go to Amazonia and get a new life?” “Yes please.” Rebecca inhaled and started to cry. “Its okay suger.” The receptionist hugged her, “I’ll get one of our recruiters to come down and help you. Don’t worry, you are safe. They can’t hurt you anymore.” The receptionist rubbed Rebecca’s back before hitting a button on her desk “T-thank you.” Rebecca cried. “You are welcome.” She smiled “You got one for me Grace?” A new voice called out as a man in a suit entered the lobby from a set of double doors. “Volunteer.” The receptionist smiled at Rebecca, “Now dear, John here will help you fill out paperwork okay?” She said and grabbed a box of tissues for the girl Rebecca nodded and broke off the hug before grabbing some tissues, “Thank you.” “All part of my job sweetie. Good luck.” Grace smiled before taking her seat. “Now then Ms….” John looked at Rebecca. “Rebecca.” She said before wiping her face with the tissues. “Ms.Rebecca, I understand you wish to enter the care the Amazons?” She nodded, “Yes please.” She said as she blew her nose. “Excellent, please come this way.” John smiled and led Rebecca through the pair of double doors into a normal looking corridor before stopping in front of an open door and stepping in, “here is my office. We just have a bit of paperwork to do before we can proceed. Please take a seat.” John shut the door behind Rebecca and gestured to a chair in front of the desk, “Now then.” John said as he sat down behind his desk and got some papers and a pen out, “What is your full name?” “Rebecca Mary Matthews.” “Age?” “Eighteen.” “Okay, date of birth?” “March tenth, 2018.” “Okay, and do you know your SSID?” “No sir.” “I see. Do you have any identification on you?” “Yes, I have my ID.” Rebecca shakily took out her wallet and fumbled for a few seconds to get her ID out but she did and gave it to John. “Thank you.” He said as he scribbled some information down on the paperwork, “Now then, some of these next questions may be a bit hard to answer, however, please answer them truthfully as these will help us determine what Amazon you will be placed with.” “Yes sir..” Rebecca nodded as she put her ID back into her wallet. “Have you ever been abused either mentally, emotionally, or physically.” Rebecca swallowed hard and inhaled deeply, “Emotionally and physically.” “I’m sorry.” John sighed, “How long was the last incident of abuse?” “Last month, Father called me a useless harlet.” She teared up. John slid a box of tissues towards Rebecca, “Take as many as you need. Has your abuse left any scars? I don’t need to see them. I just need to know about any scars.” Rebecca nodded, “Burns on my thighs and crotch.” She started to cry again. John sighed loudly. He hated doing this, making people like Rebecca recall details about their abuse. But, if he wanted to get them into the right Amazon’s household, he needed all the information he could get, “Would you consider yourself an AB/DL?” “Yes.” “Was your abuse tied to the fact that you identify as an AB/DL?” “Yes.” John nodded and started to write on a new form before sliding it to Rebecca, “Just sign on the dotted line at the bottom and your new life will begin. “J-just sign?” Rebecca cried. “Correct.” John couldn’t help but tear up a bit. Rebecca’s hands shook as she took a pen and started to sign her name. This was it, her new life, her escape, her path to living how she wanted to live! John smiled and took the form after she signed it. He placed the forms in a clipboard and stood up before walking over to Rebecca, “Do you need a moment?” Rebecca shook her head as she blew her nose again, “I’m ready.” “Alright, follow me.” John said as he opened the door and left the office. John led Rebecca back down the corridor through another pair of double doors into a warehouse like place. Rebecca saw silver and green pods that were closed with lights blinking on them and clipboards in holders on the sides, she saw many more like that but they were open, “These are the stasis pods. You enter one of these and you have the best sleep of your life. When you wake up you will be in Amazonia.” “Just like that?” Rebecca looked at John. “Just like that. Of course our physicians will give you a full check up before you are given to your Amazon.” John said as he guided Rebecca to an open pod. He placed the clipboard in the pod’s holder, “All you have to do is step into it.” “John… Thank you.” Rebecca smiled at him as she stepped into the pod and laid down on the cream colored upholstery. “You are welcome.” John smiled as he pressed a button on the side of the pod. The lid of the pod started to descend until it fully closed. Within ten seconds Rebecca was sleeping. John smiled as he moved the stasis pod into the OUT zone with the other occupied pods. John exhaled deeply and walked back to the lobby to talk with Grace a bit, however, when he got to the lobby he saw Grace arguing with a portly bald man in a suit. “Sir, I will once again tell you, no girl like that has come through our doors!” Grace said clearly getting angry. “Woah, woah. What’s going on here?” John asked as he walked over to the desk. “I’m looking for a girl. Long brown hair, ankle length skirt, and a white blouse. I know she came here!” The man yelled. “Sir!” John raised his voice, “If Grace said that someone fitting that description did not come through those doors than that means they didn’t! Now either leave on your own, or I will have security escort you out!” The man was clearly angry but left anyway, “This isn’t that last that you have heard of me!” He yelled as he left the building. “Good job Grace.” John smiled. “Thanks. She all ready?” “Yep, she is in her pod waiting for the truck.” “Good.” Grace smiled and raised a closed fist towards John. “We make a good team.” John smiled as he fist bumped Grace. ****** Rebecca couldn’t remember a time she had slept better than she had just slept. She dreamt that she was sunbathing on a cloud while being fed grapes by angels. However, eventually the dream started to fade away and she found herself laying somewhere she didn’t recognize. Her head was resting on a fluffy white pillow while her body was covered with a thick pink blanket. She sat up and looked around, she was sleeping on a massive couch, she felt tiny as she saw how big everything truly was. Rebecca noticed an easel set up with its back facing her, was someone painting her? Rebecca soon noticed her outfit, she was in a white onesie, a onesie, just like the ones she had seen online! She turned her head and didn’t feel her hair brushing against her arms, she felt her head and discovered a pair of pigtails on either side of her head. Rebecca then tried to stand up, but that was when she felt it, her diaper. “M-my diaper.” Rebecca started to tear up as she placed a tentative hand on the bulge around her waist and crotch, “My diaper.” Rebecca smiled. “Lindsay, listen!” A woman’s voice echoed through the room, “I’m still going to be able to make it to the gallery in Libertality opening in a few weeks. I’ll just bring her with me…. No, I’m not leaving her at a daycare while I go to the gallery! The first month with a newly adopted little is some of the most important bonding time! Trust me, when you see her you will fall in love with her! Poor dear was abused by her parents for wanting to wear diapers. I know! Littles belong in diapers! You don’t punish them for wanting to be in them!” Rebecca’s ears perked up upon hearing the woman’s voice. This was her new family, this was her….mommy, “M-MOMMY!?” Rebecca called out. “I’ll call you back Lindsay, she just woke up and is calling for me. She is already calling me Mommy! Talk to you later.” The woman’s voice was getting closer to Rebecca. This was the start of her new life, this was the first time in years that she truly felt happy. Chapter One Miranda Arevalo had applied to adopt through The Bureau almost five months ago. Sure she could go through a local adoption agency or she could even grab one off the streets, but she was one of Galice’s most famous artists, she was going to go through the best possible channels in order to get her little, she was not going to half ass this. The day Miranda had gotten the call for The Bureau was the best day of her life. Miranda had gotten the call as she was working in her studio on a new painting. She had gotten her hands on a book produced by The Bureau detailing the art movements and styles of Earth and she was eager to try and recreate some. She had fallen in love with Romanticism, Impressionism, and Expressionism. However, she was trying out the pointillism technique and getting quite frustrated. “Ugh! How can anyone make art like this?!” She yelled as she put her palette down and sat down in her spinning chair, defeated, “I swear, whoever masters that technique should be paid millions of Kules.” She groaned as she massaged her temples, concentrating so hard on the tiny little dots had given her a headache. Miranda removed her hair sticks and let her pink-blonde hair fall out of its neat bun. That was when her phone rang, “Yes?” She sighed as she answered it. “Hello, Ms. Arevalo. This is Chuck with The Bureau. I’m pleased to inform you that we have a little that we think you would be a great fit for. She is currently en route to our Galicean headquarters from Libertality. Do you still wish to adopt with us?” The adoption agent on the phone said. “Y-yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Miranda’s eyes went wide as a massive grin exploded across her face. “Excellent, is it possible for you to swing by our offices right now?” “Of course! I will be right there!” Miranda said as she stood up and exited her studio. “Excellent, just a reminder that our adoption fee is 1,500 Kules.” “Of course, do you take check?” “Of course ma’am.” “Excellent, I shall see you in about ten minutes.” “Very well, we look forward to uniting you with your Little. See you soon.” The agent said before the line went dead. “YES!” Miranda fist pumped a few times as tears ran down her face. Miranda had always wanted to adopt a little. Like many Amazon women she had an incredibly strong mothering instinct and without a significant other, her chances of adopting an Amazon child were quite low, however, when adopting a little, marital status paid no part in the decision process. Of course Miranda worked from home so she would be able to spend 99% of the time with her little. Miranda quickly changed out of her artist’s smock and threw on a t-shirt and some jeans. Before walking out of the door she took a look at her penthouse apartment. The neat and tidiness of the living room, the fine pieces of art that decorated the house. This would all change soon. Soon there would be a playpen in the middle of the living room, there would be toys scattered about the apartment, finger paintings hung next to her landscapes and still lifes, Little gates would be on practically every door, or not… she would have to see what kind of little she got. Miranda couldn’t help but feel nervous as she slipped on a pair of sneakers before grabbing her phone, keys, and wallet from the marbled kitchen counter, “Miranda, you can do this.” She reassured herself as she turned the lights off and left the apartment, locking the door behind her. Miranda had two neighbors at the penthouse level. Grenna Gonzales, an actress, but she was off on one of the smaller islands filming a new movie. Her other neighbors were the Lockflints, an agricultural lobbying power couple. She got along well with her neighbors. Miranda pressed the button to call the elevator when a thought crossed her mind, “I need to call Daniel!” Daniel was her personal shopper and best friend. She got into the elevator when it arrived and dialed Daniel’s number, he picked up on the second ring. “Miranda, sweetie. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Daniel asked as Miranda descented forty five floors. “Daniel, guess what?” Miranda giggled. “You are finally getting a full body waxing?” “No. No matter how many times you invite me, the answer will always be no.” Miranda laughed. “Rats, alright then, what is it?” “I got approved by The Bureau!” “Congratulations! So, what kinda little didja get?” “I don’t know. I’m about to head over there to take care of paperwork.” “Well, if you ever need any help. Uncle Daniel, and Uncle Peter will be happy to babysit for you.” “That is so sweet of you. I might just take you up on that offer eventually.” She said as the elevator reached the garage level, “Alright, I'm about to start driving. I’ll likely send you on a shopping trip when I get my little’s profile.” “What kinda of budget do you want?” Daniel asked. “I’ll tell you when I know.” Miranda said as she got into her SUV, “Alright, talk to you later.” “Talk you later sweetie. Congrats again!” Daniel said before he hung up. Miranda smiled as she turned her car on and drove out of the parking garage. Constance, the capital city of Galice was a hive of activity this time of day. Miranda didn’t care about the traffic or any of that, she had a little to get to! Constance traffic was legendary for being bad, fortunately it wasn’t rush hour so she was actually moving at a decent pace. She turned on the radio and her favorite song came on, right at her favorite part, “Everybody put your hands up, everybody put your hands up!” Miranda started to sing along with the music and bounced in seat as the trumpets started to play. It only took about half an hour to reach The Bureau’s Galicen headquarters, normally traffic made getting to this part of town an hour long adventure in traffic land, fortunately is was unusually light. Miranda inhaled deeply as she drove her car into a spot marked for adopting Amazons, “Here we go Miranda, you can do this. You’ve done commissions for The Bureau tons of times, you got this. They like you.” She muttered to herself before turning the car off and removing the key. Miranda noticed that the parking lot was quite packed, with only five spots reserved for adopters remaining, “Must be a large batch.” She thought as she entered the lobby. “Pick up, interview, or consultation?” The Amazon manning the front desk asked in a rather board voice. “Pick up I believe.” Miranda flashed a nervous smile. “Name?” “Miranda Arevalo.” The secretary typed on her keyboard a bit, suddenly a friendly smile started to form on her face, “Ah, Ms. Arevalo, it seems Regional Director Maloof has seen fit to oversee your adoption personally. He should be down shortly. In the meantime please take a seat.” She gestured to several rows of chairs with Amazons in most of them. “Thank you.” Miranda nodded and walked over to the waiting area. On the way she noticed something familiar hanging on the wall, it was one of her paintings, her first dabbling in romanticism, “Home at Last.” Miranda muttered the title to herself. The picture depicted an Amazon breastfeeding a pair of littles next to a crackling fireplace as snow gently fell outside. The painting had sold decently well at auction, fetching around 48,000 Kules from a phone bidder. She had no idea The Bureau had bought it. “Is that her?” A hushed voice asked behind Miranda. “I think so.” A second hushed voice replied. Miranda sighed a bit as she heard the click of a phone’s camera shutter. “Great.” A sarcastic thought echoed through Miranda’s mind, “Now the paparazzi will be here.” Normally the paparazzi would pay no mind to a painter like Miranda, however, she had recently gotten into a feud with an incredibly popular Libertalian starlet, Grace Kernals, over a commission. She had requested a painting in the style of little artist Jackson Pollock and when Miranda presented the actress with a drip painting, she had thrown a fit saying that it looked hideous and nothing like Pollock’s work. Miranda had guessed that Grace knew jack shit about art and heard the name Pollock from a friend. One lawsuit later Grace was stuck with the painting and out half a million Kules, plus legal fees. That was when she started to smear Miranda on Hoot, the planet’s premier short message social media platform. Not that Miranda really used it, she maintained a profile just to inform her fans of new gallery events or auctions. Miranda chuckled a bit, pictures of her new little may just start to adorn her Hoot page. Miranda was eventually brought out of her thinking when a bearded Amazon tapped her on the shoulder. “Ms.Arevalo??” The Amazon smiled as Miranda turned around, “Fareed Maloof, regional director. How are you?” He asked. “Well, traffic was actually quite light today.” A small smile crept across Miranda’s face. “Excellent, if you would follow me please I will get you your new little’s file.” “Of course, lead the way.” Fareed nodded and guided Miranda through a door marked, “Authorized Personnel ONLY” Fareed walked over to a small filing cabinet next to a door that had the word, “Processing” on it, “Here we go.” The Amazon said after he opened the cabinet and looked for a few seconds before pulling out a manila folder, “Her name is Rebecca, of course you are free to change that, and I would actually recommend it.” “Why? Rebecca sounds like a fine name for a little.” Miranda was confused. “You see… Rebecca, was abused by her parents on Earth. She identified as an AB/DL, a little that wishes to wear diapers and act...properly.” Fareed handed Miranda the folder, “She has nasty burn scars on her thighs and crotch from a particularly nasty incident.” Miranda was horrified, to punish a little for wanted to be diapered was absolutely abhorrent to her, “Why would they do that?!” “Her biological father was the religious head of their town. He had a quite...conservative view of things and viewed her interest in diapers as a sin.” Fareed shook his head a bit. Galice had for the most part shunned all kinds of religions after a 150 year war happened over which religion should rule Galice, the Ilutia or the Puluks. It was a bloody and needless war. “I see.” Miranda opened the file. Waiting for her was a picture of a sleeping girl with long brown hair and pale skin, “She is so cute!” “I know. Your profile matches up with her pretty well. Your personality test was a 98% fit for her situation. Now then, you just need to fill out a few forms that I will have her brought to you.” A clipboard with several forms made its way into Miranda’s hands as she was brought over to a large viewing window. “Is that?” “Our temporary nursery.” Fareed smiled at five rows of ten cribs, most of them were pink, but about fifteen were blue, “Not a whole lot of boys this cycle. Rebecca should be right about there.” He pointed to a crib towards the top right corner of the nursery, “Unless her name isn’t Rebecca anymore.” Tens of different names crossed Miranda’s mind, “Um, I was thinking about… Kiki.” “Kiki sounds like a perfect name, just write that in where it says new name.” Fareed adjusted his tie, “Now, do you have a nursery set up?” “I do not, but I have a room cleared and I can have it set up within the hour. I was waiting to see what kind of little I got before I set up the nursery. Didn’t want to have a pink nursery and get a boy.” “Of course.” The director nodded, “But how quickly can you have a nursery set up? We do not like sending out littles with Amazons who do not have the means to care for them.” “I can have my two best friends, one of which is my personal shopper, start setting the nursery up within the hour.” “Excellent, however, we will be sending a representative to make sure that the nursery is set up. We will not tell you when.” “Of course, of course.” The pen skipped across the forms as Miranda signed them, “Here you go.” Miranda handed the clipboard to Fareed. “Thank you, I will go file this and soon you can leave with Kiki.” The fading footsteps on the carpet told Miranda that Fareed was leaving, but she didn’t care. All she could do was focus on her soon to be little sleeping away in her crib without a care in the world. Miranda quickly whipped out her phone and started a text to Daniel. “Daniel, its a girl. I need you to swing by Little Emporium with Peter. I need you to get a full nursery set, the whole package. I also need you to get diapers, her papers say she is a size 4 in Littles of course. I also need you to get all sorts of clothes for her, color and style doesn't matter she will look amazing in whatever she wears, she is so adorable. I also need bottles, formula, a high chair, little food and snacks…. Oh, and pacifiers plenty of pacifiers, and a walker and a stroller…. Please. Set budget at 50,000 Kules.” Miranda’s hands were shaking slightly as she typed out the text, her grammar was going to shit but she didn’t care.” Miranda looked up from her phone to see an amazon nurse in scrubs walk over to Kiki’s crib and pick up the swaddled little. The nurse looked up at Miranda and smiled as she carried Kiki out of the nursery. Miranda’s heart yearned to be with her little. Suddenly her phone vibrated. “Already there. Was just waiting on your budget, I should have everything at your apartment within an hour if traffic isn’t too too bad.” The text from Daniel read. Miranda chuckled and texted back, “Thnx.” She chuckled as Fareed returned to her. “All the paperwork is filed, lets get you united with Kiki.” Miranda blocked out most of what Fareed said, all she heard was that she was getting united with her little. Fareed began to lead her through the hallways. Eventually the two of them came to a room marked: Uniting Room #1. “Is this it?” Miranda’s hands shook. “Yes it is.” Fareed opened the door revealing a small playroom like set up. The room was carpeted with pillows off to one side, there was a toy chest over neatly tucked up against one of the cream colored walls, a changing table fully stocked with all sorts of diapers, and a playpen with toys in it. All of those things meant nothing to Miranda. All she cared about was the nurse sitting in a rocking chair holding a pink bundle in her arms. “Now, she will still be sleeping for around one to two more hours. Which should be enough time for you to get her home and prepare for her to wake up.” Fareed smiled and watched Miranda gravitate towards the nurse. “C-can I hold her?” Nervous shaking gripped Miranda. “Of course, would you like to sit down?” The nurse stood up. “Please.” Miranda quickly sat down in the rocking chair. “Alright, here you go.” The nurse smiled and handed Kiki to Miranda. Tears started to stream down Miranda’s face as she gazed upon her little’s pale face, “She is beautiful. Hey there sweetie, I’m your new mommy.” Miranda swore that she saw a faint smile develop on the girl’s face. “Take as much time as you need.” Fareed smiled, “Nurse, can you get Miranda a swaddle carrier please.” “Of course director.” The nurse nodded and left the room. “It feels like a part of my heart that was missing has been returned to me.” Miranda wiped tears away from her face. “Good. However, Miranda, please know that we are making a massive exception for you. Normally we require a nursery to already be set up and inspected by us. Luckily, you are a great friend of The Bureau. Take heed that we will be watching you very closely to make sure we were not wrong in trusting you.” “Of course.” Miranda gently rocked Kiki as the nurse returned with a basket like baby carrier with a car seat adapter on it. “Director, there seems to be a crowd of paparazzi outside.” The nurse set the carrier next to the chair. “Are you still feuding with that actress?” Fareed looked over at Miranda. “Not really. It’s mainly just her slandering me over that painting.” She sighed, “I’m so sorry about this. I’ll leave to get them away from here.” She said as she looked down at the carrier. It seemed to be like a pram but there were straps that help the little in place. Miranda carefully set Kiki down in the pram and buckled the little into the carrier. Miranda made sure that the straps weren’t too tight. “Its okay Miranda, we will give you an escort.” Fareed said and took out his cell phone and dialing a number, “This is Fareed, can we get a security escort waiting in the lobby please? Thank you.” The regional director put his phone away, “A security escort is waiting for you in the lobby.” “Thank you.” Miranda sighed as she followed the nurse and Fareed. The trio soon reached the lobby where a five amazon security team was waiting. Two more guards were keeping a swarm of reporters from entering the building. Miranda looked down at Kiki and raised the sunshade on the carrier fully so that she was hidden from the prying eyes of the cameras. This was Miranda’s problem, not Kiki’s. The nurse accompanied Miranda and the security team as they walked through the crowd of reporters. “Ms. Averlo, what do you have to say about the latest allegations against you by Ms. Kernals?” “Have you adopted a little?” Miranda rolled her eyes at the idiocy of the question, she was walking out of an adoption agency with a little carrier. Despite wanting to yell at them, numerous past incidents had taught her that it was best to keep her mouth shut. “What do you say about the rumors that you are giving up painting?” “How would you describe your relationship with The Bureau?” Miranda sighed as she opened her SUV’s back door. The nurse helped her set the carrier on a seat and then began to expertly and properly attach the carrier to the seat, “There we go. If you have any problems with Kiki please call us.” The nurse smiled as Miranda got into the driver’s seat. When Miranda had began to pull out the nurse and guards retreated back into the building. Miranda looked back at Kiki’s shut carrier and smiled, a new chapter of her life was about to begin. ****** Traffic had picked up from when Miranda had gone to the offices to get Kiki. It had taken Miranda nearly an hour and a half to get back home. When Miranda had gotten back to her apartment she could hear Peter and Daniel working away in the room that was to become Kiki’s nursery, “How is it coming you two?” “Almost done Miranda!” Daniel’s voice rang out from an opened doorway in the hall. “Thanks again you two.” Miranda smiled as she lowered the sunshade and unbuckled Kiki from the carrier. “It is our pleasure.” Peter’s deeper voice replied. “This goes without saying, but would you two mind being Kiki’s godfathers?” After a brief moment of silence the pair replied, “We would be honored.” “Excellent.” Miranda started to undo Kiki’s swaddle revealing the girl wearing a white onesie with a diaper bulge and her hair done up in pigtails, “Such a cutie pie.” Miranda set the girl on her sectional before quickly grabbed a spare easel and canvas and set it infront of Kiki, hopefully she could get a rough sketch before the girl woke up. She smiled as her phone started to ring. A quick check on the caller ID showed that it was her publicist, Lindsay. Miranda silently cursed and grabbed a pillow and blanket from the section and carefully set Kiki’s head on the pillow before covering her with the blanket. Miranda sighed and answered the call, “Lindsay, to what do I owe this call?” “What I can’t just call and check up on one of my favorite clients?” Lindsay’s sing songy voice came through crystal clear on the phone. “You heard about me at The Berau huh?” She sighed and walked towards her bedroom, consciously not looking at nursery, she wanted it to be a surprise. “Yes I did, and I can clearly see that you adopted a little.” “Are we going to have a problem with me adopting?” “Not at all, no. This is great for your image.” Miranda could hear shuffling papers, “Now, there is the matter of that gallery opening in Libertality in a few weeks.” “I’ll make the gallery opening, I will just bring her with me.” “Dear, littles don’t belong in an art gallery unless they are the artist, or they are buying art. Just put her in a daycare like the one I put Timmy in when I travel. He loves it, he has plenty of friends there.” “No, I’m not leaving her at a daycare while I go to the gallery! The first month with a newly adopted little is some of the most important bonding time! Trust me, when you see her you will fall in love with her! Poor dear was abused by her parents for wanting to wear diapers.” “What?” Lindsay sounded slightly shocked, “You don’t discourage littles from wanting diapers!” “I know! Littles belong in diapers! You don’t punish them for wanting to be in them!” Miranda rolled her eyes. Suddenly a voice called out, “M-MOMMY!?” “I’ll call you back Lindsay, she just woke up and is calling for me. She is already calling me Mommy! Talk to you later.” Miranda quickly hung up, her arms were shaking as she briskly walked towards the living room. Miranda could just see Kiki’s head poking out from over the section. “Why hello there sleepy head.” Miranda cooed gently as she walked over to the couch and knelt down next to the easel, “Did you sleep well?” Kiki’s face lit up when she saw Miranda, “Uh huh! Are you my mommy?” “Yes I am, such a clever little girl you are.” Miranda smiled and patted Kiki’s head, “This is your new home Kiki.” Kiki’s face suddenly grew confused, “Who is Kiki?”

Chapter Seven: Masochism I wasn't sure I'd ever moved so quickly, ever with such grace - especially for someone in a dress and a diaper with weight to boot - but I ducked out of view behind a service passage with wide eyes and shallow breath. What the heck was Ellis Angel doing here?! Oh if she saw me like this, if she saw me hanging out with my sister after all the shitty things I'd said... ugh.. My brother shoved his way into a little hall on the right, just before the doors, and pressed himself to the wall faster than I could figure out what this was all about. Then I saw the girl texting on her phone, hovering by the door like she was waiting for someone. I grinned. "What's wrong, Millie? Is that girl your friend?" "Uh." Okay, how best to phrase this... "Well, you know the douche-biscuit I used to be?" Like, last week. "I was her friend, then. She's queer, but like, self hating queer. She hates other gay people and she's generally awful. But you know, she's a chick who hung out with our group, so..." "I have absolutely no idea what any of that means..." A lesbian that hates lesbians? That made absolutely no sense... "Come on, we have to get you to the car before you stink up this whole mall. Let's go." But my brother stayed in the little alcove. I sighed. "Millie, do you want me to pull you over my lap right there on that bench and spank you in front of her?" "I'd rather you go tell her to go away and act like I don't exist, personally." I pouted, glumly. I didn't realize at the time how awful I was with those friends, but seeing things from the outside, well... even being a shitty little sissy princess was streets ahead. "Well that isn't one of the options, unfortunately. Either you walk with me out that door or I spank you on that bench. Your choice, princess." I crossed my arms and looked from my cross-dressing brother to the girl on her phone. Chances were she wouldn't even look up from her texts. "Fine. Fiiine. Let's go..." I puffed out my cheeks and tried to look so far down I could see through the floor. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. I'm a good person, okay? If there's any God or other divine entities up there, please don't see me. I promise to be a good little sister-fucker, I really do! "Milo?" Jackpot! The girl had short blonde hair and only looked up from her phone to check to see if anyone was coming in. But sure enough, as she did, we were walking out. She stared, wide-eyed at my brother, looking him up and down. She was in complete disbelief. The silence was palpable. Someone might as well break it, I thought. "Millie, do you know this cute girl? Why don't you introduce me?" Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Fuck. "Uh..." I tried to make my voice sound like me, but with all the influence, with my sister, with the dress, with the diaper and the fact I smelled awful, it sure was hard. "Uh... um... well, this is uh... this is Ellis. Ellis Angel. And Ellis, uh, this is..." She grinned. "Oh this is your cunt sister who wets the bed, right? Huh. Explains the smell." She looked me up and down. I swallowed. I blinked. What? WHAT?! I turned to Millie with more than anger in my eyes. I felt... betrayed. Sure, I wet the bed. I wasn't really embarrassed. But I wasn't anyone's fucking business but my own! Millie noticed the expression on my face and immediately sank into himself, but it wouldn't help him. I took him by the ear and pulled him close to me. "You think it's funny to go around sharing people's secrets? Obviously you still have a lot to learn, little girl." Ellis was wide-eyed as I took him by the ear over to the very bench I threatened him with earlier and pulled him down over my lap. "No no no! Wait wait WAIT!" My pleas fell on deaf ears, though; she pulled me over her lap, my body trained to respond to her authority, and I waved my arms and tried my best not to cry, especially as she pulled up the skirt of the dress she had me in and showed off the clearly misshapen diaper I was wearing and letting out some of the stench. "Dude, what the fuck. Are you wearing? is that? Did you?" She started to cackle, even before the spanking. She laughed and pulled out her phone, swiped to her camera, and started filming. I didn't care about the video. He could wind up on the school website for all I cared. I took a hairbrush out of the diaper bag and wound up high above my head before bringing it down hard on the seat of his twice-padded ass. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted him to scream and cry! But I knew I couldn't cause as much pain as I wanted through two diapers. So I'd have to find another way. "You are a very naughty sissy! How dare you disrespect me, you filthy little shit! Speaking of shit..." The second crack of the hairbrush came down lower, into the mushy pile in his diaper. I cringed at the sound, even more when she hit the mess she'd made me do in my diaper. The tears started after. "I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry!!" Ellis meanwhile had started narrating. "I'm going to call this 'disgusting little shit, shits self, dresses like a pervert, is dating bedwetting sister.” I wanted to be snippy with her, I wanted to tell her that her title made no damn sense, that it didn't even have a good ring to it and she was dumb, but I was too busy sobbing and squirming. Tears started early. Perfect. And it only took ten more spankings before I felt like I'd made my point. Worse, we had drawn a crowd. I didn't want to make a scene, and I sure as shit didn't want to get kicked out of the mall. So I sat him upright on the bench in his messy diapers and stood up in front of him. "Apologize, and you better do it right." "I'm," I tried to wipe away the tears, "I'm sorry for telling people lies about you, Mommy..." I knew what my sister wanted to hear, and I was already humiliated, already never able to leave my house again, already messed up beyond repair. I might as well get in my sister’s good graces. "Mommy? Are you fucking serious? Oh my fucking god, look at this shit!” I'd had enough of her. I didn't care if she humiliated Millie - honestly, he deserved it. But I wasn't going to listen to her spout every idiotic thought that passed through her head like a spoiled fifteen year old rich girl. So while she was filming, I plucked the phone out of her hand. "Until you learn to grow up, you're no better than my brother." "Give that back to me, you cunt!" She swiped for the phone and I giggled through my tears as my sister pulled it up above her head and then shoved the girl. She tucked Ellis’s phone into her pocket and grabbed me with the other hand. I guessed we were going, with Ellis' phone and all. I felt so sick and grabbed at my stomach. "Why are you letting her do this to you? Be a fucking man, Milo, Jesus fucking Christ!" I walked out the front door and she chased after me, into the parking lot, grabbing for my pocket and shoving me whenever she got the chance. But the thing was, Ellis was a pretty small girl. Like, smaller than Milo. And I was taller than Milo, too. So it was pretty easy to ignore Ellis's attempts at aggression, if you could even call it that. I opened the car door and put the diaper bag inside before confronting the violent brat in the parking lot. "Children don't get phones. Now leave us alone. Millie, get in the car." "I'm not leaving until you give me back my phone!" But Vania wasn’t one to give up without a fight. If she kept this up, Ellis could call the police. My sister could get arrested… “Vania, please don't... please give her her phone. You won okay?"* "What did you call me?" I said to my submissive sissy brother, who immediately went quiet and shy. He knew better than to call me by my name. "You'll be spanked for that when we get home," I said simply, and Ellis looked up at me in awe. I got into the driver's seat and started the car, and just before I pulled out of the space Ellis pulled open the back door and climbed in beside Milo. Interesting. "Oh my God you fucking reek, what the fuck?!" She started coughing and making a big deal out of it, and I decided to make her suffer. Fuck her. Seriously. "Oh, don't be a baby. Here, I'm going to just..." I shifted my butt along and cuddled right up to her, giggling. Fuck her. She didn't shut up the whole drive. Outright insulting my brother. Insulting me. Bitching. Arguing. Trying to persuade me to give her phone back. Then trying to persuade me that I was doing this to Milo because I was an awful person. Then because Milo was awful. So by the time we arrived back at Milo's apartment, I was well and truly done with her. I walked my brother up the steps to his place in his new dress with her following behind. But the second we got inside and she closed the door behind her, I turned on my heel and smacked her sharply across the face. "Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth." "You can't fucking hit me! You can't touch me! I'm going to kick your ass!!" Another slap. I couldn't help but snicker and laugh when my sister slapped her. She deserved it! "If you--" A third slap, on the other cheek, as hard as the other two. Her cheeks were sore and red - I could tell just by watching the color spread across them. Or maybe she was blushing? Hm. I watched her mouth open to say something else, but after being hit three times, it seemed she learned her lesson. "Every time you speak, I'm going to hit you. And if you do not speak, we will get along perfectly. Understand?" "I..." She nodded and puffed her cheeks out, frowning, but saying nothing else other than that single word. "Wow, I've never seen her so quiet, Mommy..." I looked Ellis right in the eyes when I said that, too, mainly because I wanted to see my sister lick her ass. Ellis glared at Millie but she didn't say anything in retaliation. Cool. So let's set up the rules... "Ellis. I'm Vania, but you won't call me that. You won't call me anything. You won't talk while you are in this house. You can nod your head and shake your head and that's it. If you want to leave, the door is right there. If you want to call the cops because I took your phone, go right ahead. But you will not disrespect me. Clear?" She crossed her arms, and I expected things to end there. I expected her to leave. But she didn't. She didn't nod or shake her head, either, though, and I whined a little bit. “Can I go change now please? I'm going to get such a rash, Mommy." Taunt. Taunt. Come at me, Ellis. "Millie, be quiet." He pouted and looked at his feet. Jeeze, when did I get so much power... anyway, back to Ellis. "I'm going to ask you to do three things. If you do them, you can have your phone back. If not, you can leave. Or stand there all day in silence, I don't really care." I turned away from the petite college girl and picked up the diaper bag. "First task - change Millie's diaper." Her eyes went went and she held her nose, frowned, and didn't make a noise except for shaking her head vigorously. Okay, she was going to leave then, right? She was trying her best to be a pain in the ass, and she was in no way going to change an adult boy out of a shitty diaper. So she had to leave. Bam. Easy. I dropped the diaper bag at her feet. "Totally your choice. Take your time." I took her phone out of my pocket and walked into the other room - into the spare bedroom - to hide it amongst my things. It only took be a minute, and when I came back, Ellis was still standing there with her arms crossed. "Sit down, Millie. We're going to watch TV." "But I need to be changed," he muttered. "That's not up to me. Now sit." "I smell awful, and I'm going to get a rash and and.." "Mm..." Maybe it was the lack of attention, maybe it was the fact I smelled awful, but Ellis actually was nodding her head. She was going to change me? Ugh, no, no no no. "I don't need to be changed that bad..." "I said sit," with emphasis on the final word. "Repeating myself twice is beyond my patience for a messy little sissy." Ellis stifled a giggle and my brother sat down beside me on the sofa. I was getting used to the smell of messy diapers, since he'd been in this one for upwards of three hours. I turned on the TV and put on a Netflix show I liked. Time to relax and wait. "I'll do it." She said it. She said words, and words were going to get her slapped. But I was sitting down now and the show was on and I was getting comfortable. I didn't want Ellis to change me. I didn't even want her to be here. Why was she blushing? Why wasn't she being her usual sassy self? I sighed and got up from the sofa. Ellis looked at me with wide eyes, knowing exactly what was coming. She put her hands up in defense, so I couldn't hit her cheeks. I grabbed her hair instead and spun her around so she faced the wall. Holding her in place, I spanked the seat of her ass five times with the palm of my hand. Her tight leggings did nothing to soften the blows, unlike Millie's diapers. When she turned back around, holding her bottom, distracted, I hit her one more time across the cheek. "He just smells bad I wanted to change him..." She mumbled, rubbing her cheek and pouting with a little frown, cheeks red as can be. I wanted to tell her that I didn't want her changing me, but my sister was drunk on power and it was so hot and I was so hard inside in my cage. Well. Drippy. "Please...?" Wow. She must be stupid or something. But I wasn't taking pity. She certainly didn't the entire car trip home. So I hit her one final time. Five smacks across the face had softened her rough attitude and I saw tears in her eyes. I took her chin in my thumb and index finger and pointed her gaze up at me. "You. Don't. Speak. Clear?" This time, rather than indignation, she nodded. "If you want to change Millie, he will cooperate. Or keep standing here like a pouty child." She was quiet. Fighting back tears. And then she marched over to me and took me by the hand, picking me up off the sofa with a tug, and dragged me by her grip into the bedroom. I didn't even know what to do about that, but I knew how to shut my damn mouth. "Out here on the floor, Ellis." She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me nervously. Nervous. I had gotten used to that stare from my brother, but now to see it on another girl's face... how exciting. "He's a sissy baby - he doesn't need privacy. All the stuff you need should be in the diaper bag." She looked quietly, stunned for a little bit, and then nodded. She shoved me down onto my ass so hard I fell down to the floor and squealed girlishly. Vania had become tender with me, but Ellis was in no way kind. Well, I'd get her back when she took these diapers off me... I watched. She lifted the boy's new dress up over his waist and showed off the very thick, very wet, very messy diapers. With all the experience of a blind eight year old, she untaped the diaper only to find another underneath. She looked up at me in confusion. "He needs two when we go out," I explained, "so he doesn't leak." "I don't leak..." I mumbled quietly and Ellis sighed and took a deep breath, untapping the second diaper. And then she started to cough, and gag, and ran for the bathroom with stumbling graceless steps. I felt about two inches tall. "She's not used to such big babies I'm sure," I said in a very poor attempt to comfort my brother. He looked up at the ceiling with burning cheeks and I grinned. This was fun! A few minutes later, when Ellis came back out into the living room, I was actually invested. Would she leave now? Or would she actually go through with this? "Mm..." She’d thrown up in the bathroom. She'd actually thrown up. She was going to leave, I knew she would. But she didn't. She tied her cardigan around her mouth and nose, knelt down, and started to clean me up. There was no fucking way this was happening! And I had such a rash. She wasn't gentle. Every wipe against Millie's ass burned. I watched with sparkling eyes, enjoying every second. Finally, when the diaper was balled up and the wipes were packed away inside, Ellis ripped the cardigan off her and turned to my baby girl with all the intent to humiliate him. For shitting himself? For being so submissive? Or because his cock was locked away in a cage? But with a sideways glance at me, she said nothing. So maybe she wasn't stupid. "Um. Uh. Rash cream? Please? Please it hurts, and..." Ellis grabbed my cock in the little cage, held it, and looked inquisitively at my sister - asking for an explanation without any words. I froze in place and looked up at the ceiling with red cheeks. "Sissy babies don't need their dicks," I said simply, and with a weird flash of realization, she nodded her head and smiled down at my brother. He was just a baby now. Even if she couldn't talk, he definitely had lower status. "You can rub some cream into him if you'd like. It's in the bag. Make sure to get around his lady parts and deep in his ass." Millie looked up at me with morbid panic. I shook my head and started to squirm, and to my amazement, Ellis slapped my thigh and then pinched me, shaking a finger at me sternly and without saying a word. Wow. Was she.... “You're turned on by this, aren't you, Ellis?" I expected her to blush. Instead of that, she grabbed my cage and twisted and I screamed. "Yeah, you deserved that," I said simply to my baby brother and turned the volume up on the television. I wish I could have acted disinterested after that. Nonchalant is the perfect attitude for a situation like this! But I couldn't help looking over to watch the cute tiny woman finger fuck my brother and twist his balls. It was really a sight. Finally, when the diaper was freshly - and poorly - taped on Millie, he had resigned into complete subservience. Somehow, without a word, she had proven to him that she was in charge. Cute. I didn't like this. I didn't like that she put her finger up my ass, that she'd tortured my cock, that I'd gotten so fucking turned on by it and dripped all over her hand. I didn't like the way she diapered me, I didn't like anything about Ellis, not even how proud she seemed to be of herself as she tugged me to my feet. She was a bitch! Why was she allowed higher status than me? "Go home now, Ellis..." I mumbled. She shoved me toward the sofa and crossed her arms. "Good job! Task one complete." Ellis gave me a harsh look, but it softened quickly and broke out into a slight smile. She was really proud of what she'd done, wasn't she? She was like... Mommy's little helper! Oh, if I said that she'd probably try to fight me again. "So. You're gay, right?" She nodded her head once, went to talk, thought better of it, and then raised her hand and made a sideways gesture with it to indicate that there was a catch to go along with her "yes". "She hates gays." I reiterated and Ellis nodded, pointing at me. "Hm... alright." That was a whole other can of worms that I probably couldn't open. Gay but hates gays. So she probably hated herself, too. Curious. But ultimately, not my business. But on the other hand... "Task two." I got up off the sofa and unzipped my pants, showing off the bright pink panties. Without a thought or hesitation, I lowered my jeans and my panties to my ankles and sat back on the sofa on my bare ass. "Eat me out. It's a way better use for that mouth of yours." I don't know why I expected her to hesitate, but she didn't seem to care. Ellis dove right on in like she was at the Chinese buffet down the road. I didn't think I had ever seen someone go down on another person so quickly and with so much fervor. "She's really turned on, Mommy, I bet she likes being told what to do. Or maybe she just has a crush on you. Same, though." I took the remote for the TV and changed the show, like I was disinterested in watching the lesbian act beside me. ...well. Okay. She climbed down between my legs and put her tongue to my slit, tracing up my folds, until she sent a shiver down my spine. Immediately, I was out of breath. I'd never actually been with a girl - or a boy who knew what the fuck they were doing down there - and this was... well... wow. "Millie - TV. Off. Watch Ellis pleasure me. She's much better than you and you could learn a thing or two." Something to hit his ego. "Wow ok..." Ellis paused there, only for a moment, only to consider that I'd gone down on my sister. Then she went back to what she was doing. And listening to what I was told to do, I watched. I leaned in close. It smelled like sex, sex like I was used to smelling when I went down there, but Vania was so much wetter than I ever made her. It was all of two minutes before I was out of breath. My cheeks were warm and I slipped further down the sofa so she could access my clit with less restriction. Her tongue flicked over me as two fingers moved deep into my body. I whimpered and shook. Fuuuuccckkk... I didn't expect this... I felt my power dripping out of me. How was I supposed to get it back? Oh, I had an idea! "Good little lezzy girl... my sweet gay slut..." That made Ellis squirm, not in anger; no, quite the opposite! She arched her back, leaned in like a cat with milk, and I could hear her moaning at being called that. I didn't get it? She didn't like gay people? So why was she responding positively to that kind of dirty talk? Then I realized I was a college boy in a dress and diaper who had sex with his sister so… I learned a lot about Ellis Angel in those fifteen minutes. I was trembling when I pulled the panties back up over my wet cunny, ignoring the notion of pants altogether. Ellis was still on her hands and knees, between my legs, looking up with bright eyes. I tried to steady my breathing before talking. "You must be ashamed, huh...? Making another woman cum like that? You really are disgusting..." But as I expected, my insults brought Ellis more pleasure than anger. Millie sat quietly, pouting and feeling inadequate. Good. He was inadequate. "Ready for your third task?" She nodded fast, up and down with her head, catching her slick lips and chin in the light of the apartment. I pouted. This was dumb. She was dumb. Vania was my sister, she didn't need two toys! "She should go home now,” I grumbled, arms crossed. I didn't like this, I didn't like it one bit! I ignored Milo. "This will be the hardest one. Are you ready?" She nodded once more. "I want you to use your words. I want you to apologize to Millie and me for how you acted today. If you screw it up, I'm going to smack you. But if you do it properly, and I believe you, then I'll give you one forbidden kiss on your lips." Kissing on the lips was something Ellis didn't do. Ever. It was too gay for her. But she cleared her throat, caught her words, and spoke to the both of us. "I'm sorry for being a cunt to you both earlier. I overcompensate for my own self loathing by making other people feel like shit. I do edgy things for attention, I'm a contrarian. I like being hit and hated and ashamed, so I hurt people so they’ll hurt me back. And that's shitty, and I'm sorry. What you two do together is really wrong, but really super fucking hot." I leaned down and put my lips on hers and played with her hair. Millie watched with marked frustration and turned away when the kiss ended. "Good girl." I reached down to my jeans - on the floor beside her - and pulled out her phone. I had never put it in my room to begin with. "I put my number in there. Feel free to text me." "You know I will." She muttered, smiling, standing, rubbing my hair, and leaving. I couldn't believe that. I looked at my sister, cheeks puffed out, sighed, and exhaled. "Is every single person in this town a filthy degenerate? I thought it was just us, but I guess the plague of perversity has spread..." "Oh, you're just jealous." I slid back on the sofa and turned the TV back on. "Ellis is just like you, ya know? She wants to be humiliated and degraded. So she holds onto this idea that being a lesbian is wrong or something so when she involves herself in it, she has something to be ashamed of. But there's no shame in it, just like there's no shame in a boy wearing girls' clothes. You guys invent your own taboo so you can channel your fetish for humiliation." Millie just stared at me, like I'd said something crazy. Or crazy smart. "Anyway, I'm glad I can make you guys happy." "That was kind of deep," Selphie said, reading over the last paragraph. "I thought you just liked smutty stuff." "Hey!" Ana shouted. "I am a very complex person!" "So you would be fine if they didn't do messy-diaper face-sitting?" Selphie asked. "Let's not go that far!" Ana huffed and passed Selphie the notebook. ----------------------- Thanks for reading! Make sure to Like and Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon!

Is there anyone from Charleston that would like to get together soon? I've been here for a couple years now and would really like to meet some people with similar interests in this lifestyle. Maybe we can make a kik group or something and all get together some time for a lunch or a play date. I'd like to hear from everyone whether you're an AB, a DL, or a mommy or daddy.

New part posted on my Patreon. It will be elsewhere in a week. The start of a story that is actually quite a bit more dramatic and mature than what has come before it.

WOW what a great start. Usually diaper dimension stories start with some kind of space hole. This one has a celebrity Amazon painter. I hope you update this and fill us in on each description of your charioteers. I'm so happy Kiki got away from her parents. I wish there was a world of Amazons. I'd like to be adopted too. My life sucks.

I don't see a "poor lad" there. What I do see is someone who isn't putting every effort into getting what they want, then complaining about the poor results their limited efforts are bringing them. Probably a nice guy otherwise, but it's nobody's fault but your own when you can do better but you won't. Life ain't easy and you have to compromise to get what you want from it. Often you have to trade today's happiness to get the bigger happiness you want tomorrow; just the way life is. The sooner you understand how life works the sooner you can have what you want from it. It ain't gonna happen any other way, now or then. Bettypooh

I found no one seemed bothered by my need for nappies as I got older.

I have always had a weak bladder. I have wet the bed most of my life. I was a chronic wetter until my early 20's and even after that I have had episodes of bedwetting that came and went throughout my adult life. It wasn't really that much of a shock when I became incontinent in my late 40's. What surprised me how quickly I accepted and then just embraced my need for nappies and the fat that I was incontinent. Now over 6 years on and I thoroughly enjoy all aspects of this lifestyle and have no regrets whatsoever. I realise this is not the case for most people but I guess I am very lucky to feel this way and have the total support of my wife who was the one who told me to stop being miserable. and get on with life.

LOL! You beat me to it as I was going to say the exact same thing!

It doesn't matter weather anyone thinks wearing diapers is legal, immoral, right or wrong. That's not the point of this situation. No one has said the mom in this original situation is kicking her son joep out of the house. She did not do that at all! What she did was "critisize" and express in no uncertain terms her displeasure of her son wearing diapers. It's a free world and as Judge Judy has said many times when someone posts on line that they are not satisfied with the job someone did for them, that's their right! Same as a company sending you a survey for a product you bought. It's your right to say you do not like it. Joep's mom does not like her 18 year old son wearing diapers and she expressed her feelings about it to him in the house she owns, not the house joep owns. She is entitled to do that! The point people are making is not that his mom is kicking him out of her house because she is not doing that (even though she legally can). The point is if joep doesn't like his mom critisizing him because he likes wearing diapers, he has the choice to stay and put up with it or move out on his own. That is the point, period.

She isn't listening as she goes to her kitchen and grabs a pink Minnie mouse bottle "look baby. Is that who's on your di-di?" She asks cooing to Crystal as she gets a thing of baby formula out and puts the powder in the pours hot water in. "This is gonna be so yummy"

She got a pocketlock out of the drawer and locked it in place. She spun the girl around "ok baby it's time for a ni-ni ba-ba. I bet that just sounds super yummy wummy in your tummy honey" the souther bell kisses her again

Well there is that one moon wayyy out there in the solar system that has a sea of petroleum.

Three days later the forms were pulled off that side. Success it was good! That night we had truck after truck of concrete delivered. Cement was poured over a framework of rebar. They worked from the east side to the west. Beautiful was surprised to see a machine that they used to smooth out the concrete. It was a thing that all she could refer to it as was a Zambonie like they used at an ice rink. One guy drove it and it had things off the side in back that were circular that smoothed the concrete out. It took it minutes to do what she used to see guys laying cement hours to do. Beautiful told me later she wanted to learn to drive the Zambonie, I knew what she meant. We called it a Kreblar as that was the company that manufacturers it. It was was used to smooth out concrete not ice. A cousin to a Zambonie. It was a very productive night we got the whole floor done that night. I had scheduled it over two nights so we gained a whole day back, we were only 2 days behind now instead of 3. That put me in a better mood. Once again Beautiful ached in her muscles, it wasn't as bad this time as it had been a few days ago. After our shower I rubbed her muscles down. I must of done a good job she fell asleep under my massage that I was giving her. I loved this woman, she showed an interest in the work that I do. Of my former exes, she was the first that had shown an interest. The others showed their interests by spending the money I earned. Julia was they only one that hadn't been more interested in what I earned and more interested in how I earned it. I figured I owed her a good night out on the town really soon. It was 3:35 pm and my phone began to ring. Probably another damned telemarketer. I answered it, ready to give them an earful! "Hello son" was what I heard through the receiver. It was my mom, I recognized the voice, what boy doesn't know the sound of his own mothers voice?

“You killed my baby!” the giant woman screamed as her eyes turned bloodshot and she stormed right at me! “Oh fuck!” I yell as I dove out of the way and the giant tackled the stone wall behind me. Seeing my chance, I ran out of the nursery with the giant woman screeching behind me. “FUCKING HELL!” I yelled. “First she treats me like a baby and now she’s trying to kill me? What is up with her mood swings!?” “cvijet pješčane prašine, or Cave dust flower,” Pardie declared as the diaper floated right next to me as we ran through the hallway. “An unusual flower that is known to in trance specific monsters into a simple mindset.” “The hell?” I say to the diaper before realizing I still didn't have anything covering my lower half and quickly put pardie on me. “This cave is filled with cvijet pješčane prašine and it seems to be affecting the giant,” Pardie told me. That's when I remembered the strange looking flowers and looked up to see it all over the cave home. “Possibility, the giant did knot know the specifics of this flower when it made this cave its home.” “But what the hell does simple mindset mean?” I asked the diaper as I jumped on a doorknob and opened up a closet. Still no front door! “In this mindset, whatever is the easiest to comprehend, the mind will adapt to not complicate itself. example, someone sees two animals, one is a cat, and the other looks like a cat. The person will see the other animal as a cat no matter what and will treat it like a cat even if it turns out to be a raccoon.” Pardie explained to me. “Wait, so because she sees me as a baby, dispght me telling her I'm not, she can only see me as a baby?” I asked. “Correct. Her mind will do anything to keep things simple. by either coming up with simple explanations or ignoring contradictions altogether. " “get back here!” the giant woman screamed as she emerged from around the corner and tried to grab me again but missed as I made a b-line into another room and had her run past. “Then why is she trying to kill me now!” I yelled as I ran into a dark room and had no idea what to do. “it is only a guess, but I suspect because she believes her daughter to be dead and the flower is now changing her mind to make it as simple as possible and forcing all her anger onto you.” pardie told me. “fucking great,” I mumble as the lights turn on it the room and I can see it's a type of living room. “no were to run baby killer!” the giant mother yelled from the doorway. And she was right. There were no other exits besides the one behind her. “no choice now,” I tell myself as I ready my sword and charge! But as I swing, the giant catches it In her hand before kicking me across the room! “Princess, you forgot to charge your swords magic. It is now out of magic.” pardie told me. “why didn't you tell me that before!” I yelled. “you were occupied.” pardie stated as the giant stomped over with a fist raised. At the moment she tried to beat me down, I breaded myself for the impact and heard a lot crack! When I looked up, I saw the same 4 blocks appear above me with a now cracked translucent barrier protecting me. But with another blow from the giant, the barrier shattered! “summon more blocks to protect yourself princess.” pardie commanded. As another fist was coming my way I willed more blocks to protect me as 4 blocks became 8 and protected me! But this time I felt the impact of the giant's fist as it hit the bearer! “w-what the?” I moaned from the pain. It felt like I was hit by a baseball bat! “while the blocks are low on Energy, you will be protected but feel every blow to the barrier, princess.” pardie told me. With the Giants getting ready to swing again, I made the split-second decision to disable the barrier and dove between the giant's legs. The sudden change knocked the giant off balance and she stumbled a bit as I pulled out my magic staff from my ass. “Dnaskciwq!” I yelled as the ground below the giant turned into quicksand and she began to sink. I was hoping it would at least trap the giant for me to get away, but that didn't work. Instead, the giant stepped out of the sand like it was water and turned to me. I didn't have time to react before I was backhanded away from her! “Fucking hell.” I moaned as I forced myself to get up. “Pardie! Help me!” “Calculating. Current estimatit of winning at 9%”Pardie told me. “Then tell me what the hell I have to do to win!” I yelled as I look around for the staff I dropped when I was backhanded. The giant pulled her other leg out of the quicksand and was now looking towards me! “It is posable to grant you a temporary power buff…” Pardie was telling me as I spotted my staff lying next to the blocks! “Whatever it is do it!” I yelled as I dove for the staff as the giant tried to grasp me again! But there was was a flash of light as the giant woman screamed out in pain as one of her hands were crushed! When the light faded, I stood there with a new weapon in hand and my body slightly different. For a moment, it felt like my body went on autopilot as I leaped at the giant with amazing speed and slammed my new weapon into the giant to knock it back! When I landed back on the ground, my senses seemed to come back. “Wha!?” I say as I take the moment to look at myself and the weapon in hand.” While it wasn't really noticeable, I could tell my body had changed slightly. It was a little softer and what muscle mass I had before was lessened. But at the same time, I felt much stronger! The weapon on the othernad was a little weird. It looked like the handle of my magic staff, but it had 4 blocks on the end in the shape of a rectangle to make it look like a hammer. “I have sped up our connection and granted you another 5% of my power,” Pardie told me. “And you now have enough of a connection to form weapon fusion.” “Wait, what!?” I yelled but I noticed the giant was getting back up again. “You...kill...baby…” the giant woman was mumbling as it seemed to lose all sense of itself and just focused on the one task. Killing me! “RAAAAAA!” The giant lunged at me and I had to jump out of the way! That's when I noticed just how strong my legs now were as I leaped far further then I did before! “Princess, finish them quickly!” Pardie told me. “How!” I asked as the woman lunged at me again! “Hit her with your full strength!” Pardie told me. I didn't need to hear anything else as I leaped at the giant and swung my hammer as hard as I could! The 4 blocks multiplied until there was 26 of them that formed a large hammer that smacked the giant in the face and chest! The giant was sent flying and went through the cave wall! “Wow,” I said as I ran to the new opening in the cave. Outside I could see a large forest with the giant woman lying unconscious on top of some knocked down trees. For a brief moment, I let out a sigh of relief. Finally, this whole ordeal is over. With its job done, the hammer turned into pink smoke and went into pardie as I took one step outside. Then I felt the ground start to shake! “What now!” I yelled. “When you knocked the giant through the cave wall, you seem to have made the cave unstable. It will most likely fall in on itself.” Pardie told me. “Got to get out of here,” i tell the diaper as I took one step to run away from the cave before I heard a loud high pitch scream and my blood ran cold. The little girl! “Princess, what are you doing?” Pardie asked me as I sprinted back into the gave as parts of the cave began to collapse! “I'm not leaving a kid!” I yelled to the diaper. “But she isn't a kid.” Pardie told me, “she is a nightmare monster.” But I ignored that. When I ran into the nursery, I saw the giant little girl sitting on the floor with a large goose ege on her head. She was bawling and screaming for her mommy. ‘Hey!” I yelled as I ran over. “We need to get out of here!” “Noooo!” the oversized toddler wined. “i-i want m-mommy!” “we don't have time to argue!” I yelled and grab her arm to pull her out. “Nooo!” She wailed harder and grabs me and started pulling on me to let her go. “Momma! Momma!” I had to think, how do I get a giant scared toddler out of here!? Then, the worst thing imaginable happened. The ceiling caved in… ********* Sometime later the giant woman let out a grown as she sat up. “What hit me?” she asked as she began to look at her surroundings and trying to understand why she was outside. It took her a moment before she realized she was outside of her cave home in the back. But why? That's when she noticed the cave itself and the cave in. “Yuonne!” the giant screamed as she rushed to the rubble and began digging! Her heart and mind raced as she dug. “please be safe, please be ok baby!” the giant mother said rapidly as an hour past and her digging turned up nothing. “nononono!” the mother wailed before screaming for her daughter at the top of her lungs. Then she heard something. It was faint, but she heard something. Her head darted in the direction of the noise and pounced over to it and began digging. Before long the noise grew louder, and louder before she could hear crying. her baby's crying! Finally, the giant had to use all her strength to lift and remove a bolder to reveal a crying toddler being protected by a thick translucent dome. “Mommy!” the toddler cried out and was banging on the dome before it disappeared. she face was red from crying, she had a large bump onher head, and she had tears and snot pouring out of her, but she was safe! “Yuonne!” the giant yelled as she snatched up her baby and held her tightly as she cried tears of joy that her baby was safe. Then the giant herd something claps and after looking over, she saw Amani on the ground. The diaper was completely soiled and he looked even more like a she then before. 'but what were they doing here?' the giant wondered. “Pardon me.” pardie stated as the giant gently rolled Amani over to check if he was alive and startled the giant. “Now that your child is safe, would you mind removing me from the princess. She is unconsciously relieving themselves and would be the best time for me to be removed. The giant woman was shocked beyond words but she hesitantly did as she was asked and removed one of the straps to the diaper. In a puff of pink smoke, they were now gone and left the giants alone in the rubble of their old home with no idea what had happen or why the princess of dreamland was doing in the ruble of their home.

Bill got to Sarah’s place just on time. She was still wearing her work clothes and asked him to come change her. He did, and she reciprocated. She suggested he fix them a couple of drinks while she put on something more casual. He went to the living room and found a small bar cart. He examined her stock. “Anything in particular you want?” he called to her. “What are you having?” she asked. “Knob Creek, on the rocks.” “Make me one, too.” He picked up two glasses and went to the fridge and got some ice. He came back to the bar and poured to measures of the bourbon out. She came out wearing a romper. She bounced up and gave him a long kiss before taking the drink. “I thought we’d have dinner at Clyde's and then see if anything is playing at the theater.” “Sounds good.” They talked a bit over their drinks. Now that the diaper subject was out in the open they fell into a very comfortable banter. They continued talking. They made their way to the theater and picked out a movie. Sitting down with popcorn and drinks Bill leaned over and whispered, “I guess we don’t have to worry about getting up to go to the restroom while the movie’s on.” They both laughed. As the movie progress, Bill put his arm around Sarah. Sarah put her hand on his crotch. When he finally peed, and she felt the warmth, she patted him. After the movie, he asked if she needed a change. “I do, but let's do it at my place.” A few days passed. Bill was sitting in his apartment in a t-shirt and diaper thinking about the good fortune his life had turned. He enjoyed spending time with Sarah. He even enjoyed changing her. It was fun when she locked him in. He was seriously contemplating taking her suggestion and buying more locking pants. The doorbell rang. Could it be Sarah? He decided to take a look before putting on his pants. He looked out. Not Sarah, but Cheryl. What the hell he thought. He let her in. “Cute,” she said at his outfit. “I assume it’s going better with Sarah?” “Yes. How did you know.” “I found her diapers in your pail and yours in hers. I figured you two were spending some time together.” “Oh, yeah. Sorry if that is confusing.” “Not a problem.” “Sarah even tried one of mine.” “Don’t lose that girl. When’s the wedding?” Bill laughed. That was a ridiculous proposition. They hadn’t been together that long. “I’m serious,” Cheryl reiterated. “You should propose to her.” Cheryl exchanged a package of clean diapers for his dirties and left. He chuckled. Propose to Sarah. That was a laugh. Sure they had fun together, and they had the common bond of the diapers but was something to base a relationship on. Hell, it almost broke them up. Anyway, he decided to seriously consider getting more plastic pants. He started a hunt around the web. It had been several years since he had bought the original locking pair or most of his collection. His only recent purchases were for straight, white plastic ones. Quite utilitarian. While most on the market were still the same ones he had, there were a few variations. By the time he was finished, he’d ordered four different ones. That was enough for one day. He went and got dressed and headed in to work.

There is nothing immoral or mean or wrong about parents wanting their children out of the house. They want alone time too after many years of caring for their kids. Many have dreams or things they want to do also, a lot that does not involve caring for their adult children. The circle of life depends on children going out and being productive people on their own. Parents bring the child into the world, provide for them as they grow and learn then release them to be adults. The problem is that most children do not want to go out on their own and like their parents taking care of everything for them, but they still want a voice, they still want to say that they are adults and have rights. It doesn't work that way, you cannot want to be taken care of and still say you have rights. You do not have rights in a place that is being provided for you, you have to follow the rules of that place. To have your rights you must do the third step and go out into the world and become productive people. I moved out of my parents house 2 weeks after high school and never looked back. Not saying everyone can do that but if you are in your mid 20's or above and still living at home you need to either get out and get your own place and have your own rules or follow the rules that are in the place that is paying for your place to live. There are choices everyone has to make everyday, this is just one of the many choices we have to make and deal with what comes from them. Live under someone else's roof and rules or get a roof and make your own rules. The choice is yours.

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Last first, you are the one limiting yourself. With the right approach, there are nearly zero places and times where wearing diapers isn't possible, and only few places and times where it might not be advisable. One of the best parts of me going 24/7 is knowing that I'm no longer limiting myself because of what others may think. They have the problem, not me, and now it's their problem alone Part of my "outgrowing" my bedwetting was my beginning to wake several times each night to go to the toilet and pee. I spent most of my life doing that, and often it was hard to get back to sleep once I got out of bed. Later in life I was diagnosed with Clinical Depression and in my studying that I discovered that there is a direct link to one's sleeping habits and that disease. Too little or too much sleep makes it worse, and it turned out that my frequent sleep interruptions were a large influence on me. I'm not a bedwetter per se; I almost always wake up to pee, but now it's barely awake, wet my diaper, go right back to sleep with no physical motion causing any real disruption to my sleep. I think the only thing which has kept me from becoming a real bedwetter (someone who pees in their sleep unaware) is that I've always worried how it might affect a potential intimate relationship. At this point in my life I'm seeing little chance of such a relationship so the inhibition is lessening, but the habits aren't changing yet.I think they will with a little effort in that direction. And most certainly if you're comfortable with wearing diapers it does become easier to intentionally lose control because you're halfway there already I see diapering as being far more rational than struggling to hold a full bladder till a task is completed, or interrupting something important just to use the toilet. I now control when to deal with my urination- it no longer controls me. This even with me having little control of my urination. If I wait too long to change it can become a choice of changing when I don't want to or leaking, but that rarely happens in a normally structured life where you can reasonably predict the near-term future most of the time. If truly seen rationally, wearing and using diapers is the far saner option so most of the world is probably less sane than we are They are definitely less enlightened regards urination. One of the universal things about aging is that you eventually grow tired of concealing or 'sugar-coating' your true thoughts and desires just to make other people feel better. You begin to realize that your time to express yourself is coming to an end and you begin to realize that nobody is any more important than you- we're all equals. We all have the right to express ourselves. Regrets suck so you begin avoiding anything you'd regret doing (or not doing) because nobody is going to do anything to your old hide over that anyway. You're an 'old fogey' and all of them are cranky, opinionated, and weird anyway so why not just accept that reality and have what fun you can have from it? Your list of attainable pleasures is growing shorter daily so just go for the chances you still have left and make the best of those because the one's you've lost ain't coming back. People expect less of you when you're old so fulfill their expectations and do what you want. The younger ones don't realize it, but they're going to reach this point someday too so give them an example to live by. Show them that they too can do whatever they want in life as long as they can live with any attached consequences that has. The older you get, the more people there will be in your age group wearing diapers for need, so the less likely it is that anyone will think twice about it. Best enjoy this ride we call life because it is going to end someday and the fewer regrets you have when that happens, the easier it will be to be happy when your end comes too Bettypooh

When I was younger the 'age of majority' was generally 21, though certain things like consensual sex and marriage were allowed earlier. It was also generally held that until that age, a parent was legally co-responsible for the actions of their children who lived in their home. The 'majority' age changed during my life because that is what younger people wanted- not very many adults were calling for that. We/they got what we/they asked for so we/they can have no complaint. The legal co-responsibility also changed which reduced the amount of control a parent had in raising their child. Many parents grow tired of the parenting job, especially with the more rebellious kids, and simply want them gone from their house to regain some of the peace and sanity they once had in life. It's not that they don't love their kids, just that they don't like them anymore, so when the chance comes to rid themselves of the 'baggage' they created it's "bye-bye kiddo". And really, unless they have legally agreed to something else, it IS their home and they CAN set whatever rules they like there. Your right as an adult is to leave if you don't concur- that's it. You don't even have a right to disagree in their home. You certainly have no right of privacy there beyond them not being legally allowed to open mail delivered by the US Postal service orcit's contractors (which doesn't include UPS, FedEx, etc which are private delivery services). Some allowance is made for them opening your mail accidentally as long as there's no pattern of habit- people do make mistakes, even though they can still be legally charged over it. Because you're legally an adult they now owe you nothing more. Once your own home is established you can do the same thing because you don't owe them anything anymore either. Your home, your rules- that's how it should be. I'm not much AB or LG, but I would dearly love to be able to once again have a life like a well-loved kid, with few responsibilities and no need to support myself through working. I'd be ecstatic if all I had to do was keep my room clean, help do the dishes and the laundry, and be home before dark. I'd even go to school like I once did to seal a deal like that. How could you improve on a life situation like that? So easy compared to the realities of adulthood which children don't understand. Every time I see someone here who is an adult complaining about the crap they have to go through living in their parents home my first thought is "Grow the fcku up- you don't know how good you have it! And if you don't like it then GTF out." I do try to chill before responding to those posts as it really shouldn't anger me but it does anyway. I get angry because you really don't have a right to b!tch when you have a better alternative but choose not to take it. No it won't be easy, but being a responsible adult is never easy, and at some point you're going to have to be leaving anyway so just do it now and get it over with. You aren't helping yourself or anyone else by waiting. I was supporting myself monetarily at 15. I lived at home till 19, mostly just sleeping, showering, and doing laundry there. Many nights I didn't even go home toward the end, but slept over or slept in my car wherever the party was that I'd been doing that night. I wanted my freedom and I got it, complete with all the responsibilities that went along with it. I made plenty of mistakes, some of which I'm still paying for 45 years later but even when I froze from having no power or heat, or felt the hunger of not having eaten in three days, or wound up homeless through no real fault of my own I knew it was what was best for me- it was what I had chosen to do- and it was just me having the freedom I couldn't live without. I set my rules- nobody else did. I got what I asked for- can't complain. Anything I wanted could be mine if I did what was necessary to get it. Many times I decided that the terms I'd have to agree to in order to get what I wanted weren't worth the reward I'd get in the end- I did something else more to my liking. Many times I had only one viable choice and had to accede to someone else's rules until I could do better. But the one constant through all this was that inside the doors of my home I set the rules, and anybody who didn't like that could leave. Those who thought they could do otherwise were made to leave. I can't fault parents who do what I do- my house, my rules. I can set them, change them at will, or make different ones for different people if I want to. I don't have to be fair with them and nobody has the right to complain. The only right they have here is to leave anytime they want to. Sometimes I wish they'd do that sooner. You wanted adulthood? You got it. You didn't want adulthood? You got it anyway. Life and it's reality sucks sometimes, doesn't it? Bettypooh

Ann And Joe Learn Joe's Rightful Place Chapter 3 That night, Joe showered before going to bed. He stood under the warm water, thinking. He was quietly proud of staying absolutely clean and dry all day. It made up somewhat for the big, almost feminine cotton briefs he had to wear and for Ann checking him as if he were a toddler. Joe quickly soaped and washed his penis. Though Ann wasn't there, Joe's bottom was still sore, and he made sure that he wasn't 'playing'. He emerged from the shower and looked with a smile at the white panties where he had left them on the spindlebacked chair that did for a table in the ensuite bathrooom. At that moment, Ann swung the door open and walked in. She looked busy, as usual. She had taken off her jeans, ans was wearing only a blouse and bra over a pair of satiny bikini panties. Joe glanced at the lovely soft swell of Ann's pubic mound in the vee of her panties. It had been so long since she had let him near that part of her anatomy. Joe tried to turn his thoughts to more positive things. 'Ann, I stayed dry all day!' said Joe, and immediately regretted sounding so childish. 'Good boy, sweetie,' replied Ann. 'I want to use the bathroom now, so let's get you dried and ready for bed, quick sticks. Joe didn't argue. They'd had the argument about Joe being in the bathroom when Ann was there. 'Here, honey,' said Ann. She had picked up the white pants from the chair and was holding the waist open for Joe. 'Not at night!' objected Joe. 'Yes, honey, at night. You've done so well staying dry today, that I think we should try and extend your good run. We'll see if you can get through the night without any of your little leaks,' said Ann. 'You can wear one of my long tees, so I can check you easilly.' Joe felt his emotions rising. He hated it when Ann told him something - virtually instructed him - and he couldn't help objecting, like now. He'd always worn striped pyjamas, or in summer, nothing at all. Apart from a few tiny leaks, it had always been fine. Now he was being told to wear not only the childish big white briefs, with their elastic legs, but one of Ann's 'long tees'. Joe knew what they were. She had two - a long pink one and a long pale yellow one. She wore them around the house a lot. They were dresses, Joe decided. Any women's garment open at the bottom was a dress, as far as he was concerned. He felt his lower lip tremble, and he managed 'Ann...' before his voice cracked and he turned his attention to trying not to cry. Ann tugged his briefs his around his waist, and kissed his forehead. 'No tears, honey. I wear panties to bed, so what's the problem?' 'Nothing,' muttered Joe. Once again, he'd given in, he thought unhappily. H e didn't feel he had an option. He wondered when it had started. Probably when they decided Ann would work for a couple of years and he would stay home. Well, when Ann decided that, he thought. Joe had always given Ann some privileges within their marriage, he told himself. He told himself he did that because, because in truth, he thought, Ann simply took them. She didn't exactly take charge, but she was forceful, in her way. Joe found it hard to think critically of the woman he loved so dearly. She was in fact Joe's tower of strength, almost literally, Joe thought ruefully. She stood a generous 5 ft 10 inches, while Joe, who'd had a very difficult childhood with several medical conditions that had affected his growth, was about 5 ft 2 inches tall. He always said 'about 5 feet 2' because he was really 5 ft 1 and a quarter, if he stood absolutely straight. He was lighter than Ann too, and he swam in her clothes. They'd found that out one day at the beach. Some one had taken Joe's bag of clothes by mistake from the public changing room, and left an identical bag of children's clothes. The problem was never sorted out, but Ann said she'd wear her swimsuit home so Joe could wear her pants. The result was comical. Ann's pants were both too long and way too large around the waist for Joe. Joe remembered that day. Ann had laughed. 'You look so funny in grown up clothes!' she had said. It was the first time Joe had noticed Ann treating him like a child. The moment passed, and Ann never mentioned it after that, but Joe thought about it often. As always, apologies for this being so short. Things will speed up soon. Sal

Playlist for this chapter: Flobots, Foo Fighters, Childish Gambino, White Town, Kendrick Lamar, Danger Mouse, Beastie Boys, Flogging Molly, Green Day, Three Days Grace, Run The Jewels, Cage The Elephant, Smashing Pumpkins, Rise Against, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Offspring, New Found Glory, Eminem, Third Eye Blind, Dropkick Murphys, Blink 182, Horrorpops, Jay-Z, Jet, Staind, Franz Ferdinand, Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Saliva, Tiger Army, Beck, Will Smith, Evanescence, Imagine Dragons, Modest Mouse, The Creepshow, Zombie Ghost Train, Terror Squad Part One: About A Girl Chapter Seven: Where You Can't Follow "Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go So make the best of this test, and don't ask why It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time" Green Day - "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) "Diaper Girl", that's the nickname that floated around the school after my altercation with Amber and Danicka. I was understandably upset when the first girls pointed and giggled at me, but I was still mostly numb from my dealings with my birth mother, so I just let them get it out of their system and kept my focus on my schoolwork so I could prove I was ready to rejoin my former classmates. "Alina?" a small voice questioned as I sat next to Dawn on the swings one afternoon during recess. I looked up to see a girl from my class, Sierra? Sarah? I really hadn't bothered too much with learning names since I didn't plan on staying in the class longer than I had to. She was cute, one of the smaller girls in the class, mousy was a word I'd use to describe her, very quiet and shy, her voice barely a squeak amid the din of girls playing on the playground. "Oh, hi, Ssssss-" I dragged out the first letter of what I believed her name to be, searching my mind desperately for the remainder of it. She blushed and looked down at her slightly shifting feet. "Celeste." she said quietly. I kicked myself mentally, her name had an "S" sound to it but now I worried I'd hurt her feelings. "I'm sorry, I forget names a lot." I lied as I smiled at her. "What's up?" I asked her. She continued staring at her feet and began mumbling into her chest. "I can't hear you." I said, not meaning to make it sound like I was criticizing her for her timidness. She straightened up and practically yelled. "I heard some of the other girls making fun of you and-" she realized her voice was too high for the subject matter she was about to discuss and moved in closer and dropped her voice about four levels. "they said that you wear diapers." she finished. I flushed and shook my head. "Training pants, actually." I corrected, sounding a bit too much like a toilet training toddler defending their independence. Celeste stiffened and resumed looking down at her feet. "I wanted to let you know that, well, I-" she looked around behind her and lifted her skirt a little to reveal a Pull-Up with a cartoon princess on the front. I blushed again, mostly for her showing off her underwear to a girl that couldn't remember her name and one that was in a grade higher than her own, and gestured for her to lower her skirt. "I guess we're all in the same club then." I said with a giggle. Dawn shared in my laughter but then pretended to pout. "I don't get to wear training pants to school." she harumphed followed by a fresh wave of giggles. Celeste blushed and once again looked down at her oh so interesting feet. "I don't really want to." she said quietly. I got up from the swing and went to her, hugging her lightly, the way a friend would. "Don't worry about Dawn, she's weird." I said with a reassuring smile. Dawn opened her mouth to protest but almost immediately closed it again and just nodded and giggled. "Yeah, I am pretty weird." she agreed. That was how we met "Mouse" as we pretty quickly began to refer to her, and how our duet became a trio. Incidentally, it was also how the first cracks in the relationship between Dawn and I formed and how we began our journey to our first real fight and breakup. As interested in all of that as I'm sure you are, we're not going to talk about that just yet, instead, we're going to discuss how I grew up in the limbo I found myself in as a second grader in first grade. ****************************************************************************** Over the Summer with Dawn I gave up many childish things with her help, the only real lingering wisps of my second babyhood being diapers and the occasional bottle at bed and naptime, but the diapers were relegated only to bedtime and naps with training pants taking over the day shift. After my altercation with Amber and Danicka I didn't want anything to do with diapers or training pants and buckled down and made the conscious effort to put them both behind me forever. Daytime continence was the easy part, I had been potty trained before, completely and successfully, but once I was asleep and my nightmares came I was helpless to control myself but was resolved to fix that. I started by telling Mommy that I didn't want a bottle before bed anymore, I didn't want any liquids for as long before bed and naptime as possible. For a few days there wasn't any change, I still woke up in the middle of the night with my nightgown clinging to me, soaked with sweat and my diaper soaked with the results of my sleeping fear, but then one night I woke up from a nightmare and found that I was still dry and remained that way into the morning when I woke up for school. There was a noticeable shift in me that morning, I had accomplished something I'd been battling with for so long that it almost felt like I'd lost a part of who I was by waking up in a dry diaper. It's a really weird thing to try and explain, but wetting the bed was almost a character trait for me by that point, it was something that Dawn and I had shared and bonded over, it was something that had shattered my family, my inability to control my bladder through the night was a defining thing for me, and now it seemed like I'd beaten it and somehow wondered if I was making the right choice. How fucked up is that? I mean, thinking that you should continue living with something that has both ruined and significantly improved your life but is a legit medical condition because you honestly don't know who you are without it is so fucking terrible for a second grader to be grappling with. If I could go back in time and talk to my younger self, well, I'd probably completely ruin her life by telling her all the people she trusts and loves will eventually let her down and abandon her and she'll end up, well, look at me about to spoil things, that's my cue to digress I think. ****************************************************************************** Dawn was less than enthusiastic about my news, which really upset me, but I wasn't considering her feelings about her own bedwetting, though I think she loved it because it fueled her fantasy that she was still a baby and it gave her a built in excuse to not only wear diapers but to use them and have someone change her. There really were a lot of red flags about Dawn that I totally ignored. "I thought you'd be more happy for me." I told her disappointedly as we sat next to each other on the swings after sharing my news with her. Dawn screwed up her face. "Yeah, I'm so happy that you don't wet the bed like I do anymore." she said sarcastically. "Well, I know you think you're so much more mature than me now, but you're still just a first grader, don't forget that." she said coldly. I felt tears welling up in my eyes but pushed them back down inside me. "Why are you being so mean, Dawn?" I asked her. Dawn growled in frustration and got up from her swing and walked in front of me and stared me down. "Maybe because my best friend only ever talks about herself and never wonders what's going on in my life!" she shouted. I was actually very scared by her shouting and very confused as to where all of this was coming from all of a sudden. "Dawn I-" I started to say but was cut off by her. "Don't bother, Alina, I'm fine, my parents are just getting divorced and I'm going to be going to a different school next year, but yeah, good for you not wetting the bed anymore." she spat before she turned and stormed off leaving me completely dumbfounded and helpless to stop those tears from earlier from coming back in full force. ****************************************************************************** Dawn didn't return any of my phone calls for a week after that day on the swings. Being in different classes meant that she could easily avoid me at school by just staying in the classroom with her teacher during lunch and recess, but she worked really hard to keep her distance from me outside of school and it hurt so much. All I wanted to do was apologize to her for not being a better friend and hope that she'd forgive me and we could promise to still see each other on weekends and stuff, but she never gave me the chance, she just shut me out completely and I was devastated by that. Without knowing what school she'd be going to I couldn't beg Mommy to send me there too, and without Dawn talking to me I didn't know how she was handling all of this, whether she was feeling badly about how things had gone down between us or if she was just glad to be rid of a bad friend like me. When I finally did get to see Dawn she was with Mouse on our swings and the two of them were talking and smiling and I pushed aside my pangs of hurt and jealousy and went to them. Mouse waved and smiled when she saw me and I returned both to her as best I could but quickly turned my attention to Dawn. "Why haven't you talked to me for a week?" I asked her. She dug her heels into the dirt to stop herself from swinging. "Do you really want to know, Alina?" she asked. Her face was wrong. She wasn't my Dawn, my best friend, she was the Dawn that had talked to Amber and Danicka about me, the Dawn that had shown me how terrible the pain of a friend hurting your feelings can be. I was afraid of this Dawn, afraid of what she would say to me and how badly she would hurt me. I nodded slowly but said nothing. She got up from the swing and walked to me, looking at me with the cold eyes of a stranger. "I didn't want to talk to you because you still think this is about you." she said. "My family is falling apart and our friendship is over and you still think you can fix it with words or hugs or a sleepover." she added. "I have to do something!" I exclaimed. Dawn sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as her arms hung uselessly at her sides. "You want to know what you can do, Alina?" she asked me. I nodded. "Please, I'll do anything!" I pleaded. She hugged me and whispered into my ear, kissed my cheek and let me go, heading back to class and back out of my life, leaving me to shakily slump to the ground as sobs overtook me. Mouse looked from the departing Dawn to me and rushed to my side, hugging me tightly. "What did she say to you?" she asked. End Part One

Beautiful began to ask me all kinds of questions about how I had came up with all those figures on amount of Steel, concrete, and glass? I was more than happy to show her. My daughter never showed this much interest in what I did and how I did it. With in 30 days we heard that I had got the contract. I let my lawyers and their lawyers hash out the legalese. I was going to supervise this project as my guys that still handle these things were still tied up on the downtown project. A lot of work was going to be done at night as in Phoenix at just before dawn the temperatures were still in the high 80's almost 90's the cement for the footings and the base floor would be done so the the concrete wouldn't start to cure, too fast like it would in the day time. Beautiful went with me and watched as we dug the footings and poured the footings she was there in her hard hat right by me. I loved the way she looked in a hard hat! I showed her how to spread out the concrete and she even helped segregate the aggregate. That's where since the footings were over two feet deep, you take a board and basically press the cement into the space that is to be your footing making it more compact so there will not be as much air in the cement. Air meant more spaces and wasn't as good as compact cement, something you needed for your footings. This was where the rest of the building would rest. Where there was air it meant through the years settling would occur. 20 years from now where selling could occur it could began to put pressure on glass and start to crack the windows. Not good! Beautiful came and she was covered in cement splotches it was in her dark hair and on her clothes, she looked like the rest of my guys, including me. She had to go to the toilet more than the rest of my guys, they weren't incontinent and taxing her body made her wet more. She did so well that the guys stopped seeing her as a woman and started treating her as one of them. They forgot she was a woman and they saw her as a equal. Which was good and bad. Soon the colorful language started coming out of my guys, the F bombs, the stories of their latest sexual escapades. I was proud of Beautiful she just was as raunchy as the guys were. Of course I was the one she talked about having sex with, I didn't know if I liked that or not. They even invited her out to go have a beer or 2 or 5 with them. Beautiful declined, not because she didn't want to associate with them, she told me beer goes through her without having to change color even. She had gone through most of the diapers she had brought with her just working so hard. Besides beers at 8 am. Weren't her idea of fun. I explained it would be like somebody going out at 5pm since we work in the middle of the night. She admitted that all she wanted to do was get cleaned up, and all that sexual talk had gotten her in a mood, she wanted my bod! I joked, "Check please!" And we went home where we showered together and naturally we had sex! We awoke a few hours later. Poor Beautiful she was so sore she could hardly move. I remember those days when I first started. She even had blisters on her hands. I told her at least we have a couple of days before we go back and lay the floor, the footings have to cure for at least 3 days. She like spending the next three days with me. We went back three days later once again in the dark of night. Pulling the forms off the foundation on the opposite side from where Beautiful was the footings weren't as solid as we had hoped who ever did that side didn't do as good of a job as Beautiful had, we had to tear that side out and start from scratch. The guys ragged on a guy named Marty they teased him that a girl had done better than him! We tore the concrete out and put forms back in and repoured concrete Beautiful was there again tamping down the concrete, the guys still ragged Marty telling him to take lessons from this lady! As boss I was kind of upset this just put us two to three days behind now. As we now had to wait for this side to cure.

vii. Aisling The room was tiny, Aisling thought. It was the only conscious thought she could have; well, and that it was too bright. It was definitely too bright. Why was it so bright? And why were walls closing in on her? She shut her eyes. They were saying her name, but it just felt better to relax, so she ignored them. She didn’t really care if feelings were hurt—Ryan’s feelings deserved to be hurt—she just wanted to take a nap. Honestly, today Ryan had been such a...well, brat was the only word that came to mind. Which was funny in a way. But still. What had she done to deserve it? Nothing. She may not be the perfect wife, but. Really. And why did he have to go off on her like that? All she ever did was be nice. Indulge him. But he took it too far. She heard a voice say her name. “Aisling.” But it came from so far away that she didn’t even feel like investigating. “Aisling.” It was like a refrain in a lullaby; she just wanted to sleep. “Aisling.” “Such a pretty name,” her teacher said. “Tell us something about yourself.” She looked around at the other kids in the room: so many! Just last year, in Cork, her grade was only eight. Here there were at least twice that many. She started shaking. She never talked in big groups. Ever. And the teacher was waiting. “Aisling?” Her left leg drew circles on the tile floor. Her hands were both behind her back. “Don’t be shy.” Something weighed her tongue down. She wanted to tell them she had moved from Ireland over the summer. Wanted to open her backpack and show them her stuffed unicorn. Wanted to say how much different it was here than back home. How the traffic scared her. How she— but she couldn’t say anything. Nothing at all. “Well, you can just share later, Sweetie,” the teacher said. “It’s OK.” She took a seat. Other kids whispered. About her, she was sure. It hurt her, in the chest, in the side. She heard the teacher’s voice. “Who remembers what happened in our story yesterday?” Kids raised their hands. “Aisling?” Two distinct voices now. One saying her name, the other something she couldn’t understand. She knew they wanted her to open her eyes, but. No way. Even closed, the brightness hurt. And something on her chest felt hot. Weird hot. Like someone was holding a candle too close to her and every once in awhile the wax dripped off and made her wince. She could still feel it between the drips. He had been himself earlier in the day. The boy she married: all sweet and fun. And they were playing. She remembered playing. His favorite game. But it went wrong. “Aisling...is that Irish?” He smiled; he had a warm smile. “You couldn’t tell from the red hair and the accent?” she asked. Smiling herself. “You don’t have much of an accent.” “You should hear me on the phone to my cousins in Cork.” Around them, people bobbed and weaved in that dance people do at parties. The caterpillar, she called it. Moving, undulating around the room. Stopping to chat and leaving to get refreshments. The room was alive. “I love Ireland,” he said. “You’ve been?” “Only to Dublin. But I was there three weeks. I loved walking in St. Stephen’s Green or wandering through the Temple Bar area or shopping in Grafton Street. I could have stayed forever.” His eyes were green. She thought she had never seen eyes so green. She was lost in them. All she wanted was to stare into them, but. She blushed. She used to blush a lot when she was young. She was blushing now. Their conversation continued and she felt herself slipping away. Hypnotized. By his eyes and that voice. It was green too, the voice. Green like all of the lush grasses in her memory of Ireland. Green like springtime. Green like memories that she knew were forming in that instant. She would be with this young man forever. No buts. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe she jumped into love too quickly. But she knew, and when she knew… And it was perfect for awhile. He told her about his love of diapers when they’d been married two years. Tears in his eyes. She’d never heard of anything like that, but. Tears in his green eyes. Love makes you do strange things sometimes. And she did. She gave him what he needed. “Aisling.” It was her mother on the phone. “Are you all right?” She’d been crying. Her mother had a sixth sense of some kind. She could hear tears over the phone. Aisling was trying to smile as she talked. It helped to keep the bad at bay. Someone had told her that you can’t smile or laugh and still be sad. Maybe Oprah. But her mother could always tell. “Ryan and I had a fight.” “Bad?” “Bad enough.” She hadn’t felt like playing. Hadn’t felt like giving herself over to the “mommy” role. She needed her husband, not a baby. Her day had been shit. Too many terrible clients. Too many people who didn’t understand that there were things she didn’t, couldn’t control. But he was needy. “Just for a little while,” he said. Another day she’d have done it. Put his diaper on him, fed him a bottle, rubbed against his erection under the plastic. Another day she’d have just given in to him, but. They argued. He ended up going to their room alone. She ended up crying. “I don’t want to lose him, Mom.” “Married people fight, Honey. Sure you’ll be making up tomorrow.” But today was just like yesterday. More crappy clients, more animosity, and she needed him there for her. He sulked at first. Like a baby who had lost a favorite toy. Like a little boy who didn’t want to share. It was pretend, she knew that. She knew he was trying to back door her. Not today. Not today. He wasn’t listening. Kept trying to find a way to get her to join his game. But she lost her temper instead. “Jesus, Ryan. I don’t want to. I can’t. How about you being strong for me for a change? Or aren’t you even capable of that?” She hadn’t meant to say that. Hadn’t wanted to, but. She was just so frustrated. She thought he’d drop it and understand. Maybe that’s even what he was doing when he told her he’d just play by himself. Like yesterday after the fight. She knew he had. Two days in a row, though. That’s just what he said, too. “Two days in a row? I thought you liked it.” That wasn’t the issue. She told him that wasn’t the issue. He was growing more and more selfish about everything. They hadn’t had actual sex in weeks. She needed it. She needed him. She needed someone to indulge her for a change. And he did. He held her close, stroked her hair. He kissed her affectionately. Then he kissed her passionately. Hands roaming up and down the curve of her back as she lay next to him, then rolling her over and climbing on top. He slid into her body smoothly, easily, lifting her buttocks, driving inside. Panting. They were both panting. His thrusts were harder, deeper. Breathing heavy, shallow breaths. “No, not yet,” she cried out. “I’m not ready.” But he came anyway. Worse, as usual, his thrusting slowed down quickly after, just a calm rhythmic movement. It wasn’t enough. After a couple of minutes she told him to stop, and he rolled off her as he slipped out, spent. She stuck her hand down to finish the job, found her clit, rubbed it erect, kept rubbing as her back arched involuntarily, as her breathing quickened, as the sensations became stronger until she exploded, her orgasm lingering, intense. Exhausted, she pulled her hand away and looked at the ceiling. She didn’t know how long. She thought Ryan had fallen asleep, but. “Sounded good.” His voice was soft, quiet, green. “Was it?” She nodded. He couldn’t see her and she knew it, but she nodded. They lay silently next to each other until she felt he had to be sleeping, then she rolled off the bed quietly. She went into the bathroom to wash up. Wash out. When she came back in, he was sitting on the bed, a diaper in his hand. “Now can you?” he asked. Stunned, she stood there for a moment. Then: “I told you I don’t feel like it tonight.” He pouted. “But that was before.” “Before what, Ryan? Before we finally had sex but I had to finish myself...again?” He grew defensive. “It wasn’t my fault,” he said. “You know how hard it is for me to hold it.” “I know how hard it wasn’t after you didn’t hold it.” “Below the belt,” he said. “Exactly,” she answered. “And now you expect me to play your stupid game? I told you I didn’t feel like it. You can’t just give me that? Just tonight?” “It was last night too.” She snapped. “So the fuck what? I can’t even get an adult husband once in awhile without this whining? For Christ’s sake!” He whimpered. He actually whimpered. “You’re already fucking playing, aren’t you?” she said. “I said no, but you’re trying to force it. What is wrong with you?” She was out of the bed, throwing on some clothing. “What are you doing?” he asked. “I need some fucking fresh air,” she said. “Put on your own goddamn diaper.” Frustrated and angry, she stormed out of the bedroom, stopped to put on her shoes in the living room, and then left, letting the door slam. She didn’t care. She didn’t. She didn’t need all this shit after the couple of days she’d had. She didn’t want to play baby games and he could just deal with it. She didn’t even try to hold back her tears. She didn’t see the car until it hit her. “Aisling?” Ryan’s voice. Fuck him. “Aisling? Please. I’m so sorry.” Tears in his voice. Maybe the sixth sense ran in the family. She tried to open her eyes but it hurt. Everything hurt. Her side was on fire. Her chest was burning too. Waves of pain came from her leg. Her arms felt like someone had scraped them down to raw nerves. “Please,” he was saying. “I can’t lose you.” He was openly crying now. “Please...I love you.” “I saw her eyes open for a second, Doctor.” A female voice. “Aisling? Can you open your eyes?” The voice deep. Not green but violet. She wanted to see who it belonged to, but the light hurt so much. “Try, OK?” She tried again. The room was tiny. Bright white light came from everywhere. Her eyes closed again, but she squinted them open. Hospital room. Everything hurt. What was going on? She wanted to go back to sleep, but. “Aisling, try to stay with us, now. It’s important.” “Aisling, please!” Ryan again. Off to one side. She forced her eyes open yet again, took in more details. White cabinets. A woman in a nurse’s uniform. Ryan behind her. Some kind of machines. An IV drip in her arm. Sounds outside the little room: other people talking about other things. “Can you focus, Aisling?” She turned her head toward the violet voice. The doctor was young, handsome. She wondered if his eyes matched his voice, like Ryan’s did. Suddenly the whole room grew dim, fuzzy. She felt as if she were spinning. Ryan and the nurse were saying things simultaneously, but she could not understand either of them. They might as well have been speaking some foreign language. The only point in the room that was not spinning held the deep brown eyes of the doctor, and she found herself drawn into them. Not like with Ryan, though: deeper. Behind the eyes. She felt that she could see his soul. The doctor smiled. “You know, don’t you?” he asked. She nodded. “What are you feeling?” She paused. Then: “That I am yours.” “What?” It was Ryan’s voice, not green at all but bright orange. “What?” The doctor kept his eyes fixed on Aisling’s. “You’re not afraid?” he asked. “Not at all,” she said. “Doctor?” It was the nurse. She spoke slowly, carefully. “I see what’s happening, but don’t lose track of her injuries.” He looked toward her. “Quite right,” he said. “I don’t see what’s happening!” Ryan said, his orange voice indignant. “What’s going on with my wife?” “They’ve bonded,” the nurse said simply. There was silence. Then: “It can’t be.” The doctor looked at the husband. “It is.” “It is, Ryan,” Aisling said simply. “But...but what about me?” he asked. The doctor smiled as if speaking to a child. “I’m sure you know that. Ryan, is it? But don’t worry: I’ll take good care of her. I’ll fix her up and she’ll be a very happy Pet.” Ryan was shaking his head. “No...no!” “Nurse,” the doctor said, “could you show Mr…” He checked the chart. “Peterson out?” Protesting and stunned, Ryan allowed himself to be removed from the room. It was the law; everyone knew it was the law. A bonded Pet belonged to their owner no matter what previous connections and commitments they’d had. “But she’s my wife!” he said. “Not anymore,” the nurse said. “Not anymore.” She stopped at a small desk, found a business card and handed it to him. He read it. “‘Jim Thibodeaux, Families and Friends of Pets.’” “Call him,” the nurse said. “He’ll help. Inside the room, Keeper and Pet were still caught in each other’s eyes. “Do you know you were in a car accident, Aisling?” She tried to remember. “All I remember is walking. I think I crossed a street and then I don’t remember anything.” He touched her gently. “There was a car and it hit you. A witness said you actually flew about ten feet, back to the side of the road and onto the grass, which probably saved your life. As it is, you have several broken ribs, a badly bruised hip, severely lacerated arms, and a fractured tibia. Fortunately for you, there are no internal injuries. Pets heal very quickly, but nothing changes a damaged spleen or kidney, or God forbid a heart. As it is, though, you’ll probably heal in a matter of a couple of weeks, given a Pet’s metabolic rates. That should give me plenty of time to take care of everything I need to do.” She looked at him lovingly. “What’s your name, Master?” He laughed. “Oh, right. That might be useful. I’m Wade Nelson, and you’re Aisling. Formerly Aisling Peterson. You don’t need a last name anymore.” She smiled. “Wade Nelson. That’s a nice name.” The fuzzy feeling was coming back, and she felt herself drifting again. “I think I’m going to sleep now,” she said. Wade Nelson thought he had never seen anyone more beautiful, even with the bruises. “You do that, Sweetheart. We’ll have all sorts of time to get to know each other. Count on it.” “Mmhmm,” she mumbled, and closed her eyes. There was a new life to begin, but. Her dreams were calling out to her. She would dream of Doctor Wade Nelson and his brown eyes. Green was overrated, yesterday’s news. The world had fresh colors now. And so many possibilities.

Nick has just filled his nappy in the backyard and now he needs a change more than ever. Once it's done he gets a very special treat. --- This story update, like every update, has been available on Patreon for the last week. I write a 2000+ word update every four days for Patreon and for just $5 you can get early access to all my stories. For $10 you get early access plus exclusive access to around a dozen exclusive stories! 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Wait here.” Nick looked at his wife as if to ask what else he could do. His nappy was so full that it would be almost impossible to go anywhere without leaking, he could feel the lumpy mass everywhere and he was sure he had never messed himself like this before. He watched his wife hurrying through the backdoor as he awkwardly stayed as still as possible. It was an awful feeling to be alone like this in the garden and he looked around in paranoia. It felt like an age before Sarah returned. She was carrying a new nappy and a lot of wipes as well as a plastic bag. Nick felt like a pathetic small child as the sight of Sarah made him feel so happy, he felt safe as long as she was there with him. He could smell himself already and out in the sun it seemed to make things much worse, his already hot diaper was made uncomfortably hot by the massive load he had put in it. “OK, you need to lay down for me.” Sarah said softly when she reached Nick again. She tried to hide her disgust at the smell and the task she was about to have to take on but she was sure Nick saw her true feelings. Nick whimpered as he looked down. He knew he had to sit down but he also knew that sitting would cause the massive amount of crap in his pants to spread even further. He wished there was a way to avoid it but he knew Sarah was waiting for him to comply. Nick gently eased himself down and as soon as the bottom of the diaper hit the grass he felt the poop inside start to get pushed against him. He winced as he slowly lowered himself down and felt even more of his mess get pushed out of the leg bands, he had never felt as disgusting as he did right then and despite his attempts at staying calm he started sobbing softly. “It’s OK, baby.” Sarah said sweetly, “Everything’s going to be fine. Mummy’s going to clean you up and you’ll be good as new.” Nick nodded his head as he finally finished lowering himself to the floor and felt the poop slowly settle. He leaned backwards slowly until he was flat on his back and looking up at the clear sky, he couldn’t look at Sarah as she started getting everything ready for what he was sure was going to be an epic nappy change. Sarah carefully tore the tapes off the front of the nappy and lowered it between Nick’s legs. She had a look of shock and awe on her face as she saw what had happened within the padding, it was like a sewage pipe had burst and Sarah briefly felt nauseated. When she looked up at Nick’s anxious face she let out a little smile and took a deep breath in through her mouth as she set to work. It took a tortuously long time for Sarah to make any progress at all with the cleaning. She was dropping wipe after wipe into the plastic bag as she tried to clear the waste off her husband. It was quiet in the garden as she went about her task and she didn’t really want to start talking, if Nick wanted some quiet time she wanted to make sure he had it. The good part about this happening outside was that Sarah could be a little more lax with making a mess. In the house any poop falling to the floor would be a disaster but out here she wasn’t bothered by it as much, she was just trying to be careful not to spread it over everything. She didn’t know if Nick had noticed but his shirt would certainly need a wash. Nick laid back and looked up into the sky as his wife cleaned him. It took a long time but Nick calmed down fairly quickly, despite the embarrassing change this was a nice place to do it. The soft breeze seemed to help with the smell as well and the diapered man was able to lay back and just relax as Sarah worked. “Where did all this come from?” Sarah asked no one in particular as she scooped up the mess and threw the used wipes into a plastic bag. “I… I don’t know.” Nick replied from the floor, “I’m sorry.” “It’s OK, sweetie.” Sarah replied. She made sure her hand was clean before rubbing Nick’s tummy soothingly, “Shit happens.” Nick laughed despite his situation and he sighed in relaxation as every inch of his diaper area was wiped clean. By the time Nick was told he was clean it felt like ten or fifteen minutes had passed and he was starting to sweat a little in the heat. He had expected Sarah to diaper him back up but when Sarah started packing things away he was still naked from the waist down. Sarah had brought a nappy out with her earlier but she was still holding it in her hand. “I think we should get you bathed before putting you in a new nappy.” Sarah said as she leaned down and pulled Nick to his feet. Nick climbed to his feet and let Sarah pull his shirt off. He could see it had some marks on it from his explosive accident and he blushed as Sarah gingerly carried it away in her hands. Nick was now completely naked in the garden, he felt very exposed but it felt nice to have the wind blowing against him. “Come with me.” Sarah said softly. Nick didn’t need to be told twice and he followed Sarah back towards the house. He was glad to see that his neighbours still seemed to be hidden away and he walked back into the relative sanctuary of his house. He stopped briefly as Sarah dropped the used cleaning supplies into the trash can and put the dirtied shirt into the washing machine. Sarah took his hand as she walked back past her husband and he was led through the house and up the stairs. Nick felt the strangest combination of embarrassment, relief and safety as he let Sarah take control of the situation. It was like he knew everything would be fine as long as Sarah knew what to do. The pair of them walked all the way through to the bathroom with Sarah leading the way. Sarah turned on the taps and started putting some warm water into the bath, Nick stepped in and sat his naked form down on the plastic bottom of the bathtub. The taps were only run until the water filled up about half the tub and then Sarah shut them off. She grabbed some soap and a wash cloth and started to gently bathe her husband. Nick relaxed and leaned back in the tub as he let the warm water wash over him along with Sarah’s gentle hands. It felt exceptionally relaxing to be bathed liked this and Sarah was very thorough in her work, she made sure every inch of her husband was cleaned. Nick smiled benignly as the soap was cleaned off leaving him sparkling new. As Nick sighed he let Sarah run her hands over him. He closed his eyes and let his wife do her job. When he felt the Sarah’s hands lower down and gently rub against his crotch it didn’t take long for his excitable tool to start standing at attention. He felt embarrassed by what was happening but he had no control on his penis which had been starved for attention for a long time. “Maybe a little too relaxed…” Sarah smirked as she saw Nick’s dick thickening and poking out of the top of the waterline. “Sorry!” Nick quickly said as he blushed in embarrassment. “It’s fine.” Sarah smiled as she pulled her hand away and rinsed the soap off it in the bath water. Nick looked away as he felt his penis twitching as blood surged into it and engorged it to its maximum size. He could do nothing to stop his biological processes from happening no matter how embarrassing they were for him. “I think I have something to help with that.” Sarah said after a small silence. Nick had no idea what she might be referring to but his mind immediately went to George and his chastity device. He really didn’t want to be locked up like the sissy was, the thought made him shudder. “Oh…” Nick sighed as he suddenly got his wife’s meaning. Sarah’s hand travelled back to Nick’s dick and she very gently rubbed her hand against it. Nick’s mouth opened as his eyes closed and he felt the sensitive nerves sending electric pleasure up through his body. After so long without much stimulation it didn’t take a lot to get him feeling very excited. His already stiff member only got harder as Sarah gently touched him. Sarah gently leaned against the side of the tub and reached over the top as she lazily stroked her husband and making him moan in the echoing bathroom. She didn’t do anything that would create too much friction, she just gently stroked the skin. She loved seeing Nick slowly twisting and turning in the water, he started moving his hips in relation to her touch but she made sure not too overstimulate her husband. Nick sunk back into the shallow water and laid on the bottom of the tub as he basked in the feelings coming from his groin. He smiled serenely as Sarah gently rubbed his shaft, occasionally she would close her hand around the member but she made sure not to do anything that might overstimulate her husband. Sarah smiled as she looked at the glistening head of Nick’s dick. It wasn’t just wet from the bath water and she smiled as she ran a finger up the underside of the penis and gently tickled the most sensitive part of Nick, he moaned appropriately as he was touched so intimately. “Do you like this?” Sarah asked in a whisper, “Does my baby like being touched like this?” “Yes, mommy!” Nick said enthusiastically as he twisted his head towards Sarah with his eyes still closed. He had a big dumb grin on his face that made Sarah laugh. Sarah started to increase the pace and pressure now but she still didn’t grip Nick’s sensitive organ. She let Nick do most of the work as he tried to rub himself against Sarah’s open palm. She could see Nick was enjoying himself a lot and she wanted to prolong his fun for as long as he could take it. Watching him squirm was making her feel very satisfied as well. Nick could hear himself making all sorts of noises and he felt a long sticky line of thick pre-cum drip down the head of his dick and on to his tummy. He half wanted this to go on forever and half wanted the relief of an orgasm. His accident in the garden was already forgotten and it felt like the only thing that existed was this bathroom and everything in it. Nick felt like the centre of the universe as he felt his swollen penis seem to grow larger and larger. “You’re… You’re not just… Teasing me… Are you?” Nick asked through gasps around moans of pleasure. “What do you mean?” Sarah asked. She knew exactly what Nick meant but she wanted to keep him on edge as much as possible and in as many ways as possible. “Just keep going!” Nick sighed as he laid back and let the pleasure take him over, “Don’t stop…” Sarah couldn’t stop from giggling a little as she gently wrapped her hand around Nick’s cock for the first time. She very slowly worked her hand up and down the shaft to make sure Nick didn’t finish before she was ready. Her increased touching was rewarded with Nick moaning much more loudly. Nick’s hips started bucking more and more. Sarah only had to hold her hand in place as Nick humped the air and moaned. He didn’t care that the water was splashing about or that he looked silly as he thrusted his hips into the air because all he could feel was the pleasure radiating through his body. He was desperate to finish and his anxiety over his wife stopping just made him even more frantic. “Does baby want to make special milk?” Sarah whispered into Nick’s ear, “Does he want to make a sticky mess?” Nick nodded his head hard and fast as the need to orgasm overtook all over needs and functions. He needed to cum and if he was denied he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from reaching down and finishing the job no matter what punishment he was threatened with. “Please mummy!” Nick said loudly into the otherwise quiet room, “Please… Oh, yes!” Nick felt his wife wrap her hand around his dick and she very suddenly picked up the pace. Her hand moved up and down with a slight twist that was sending Nick wild, he lost any semblance of self-control and started calling out as Sarah milked him. He felt himself reach and pass the point of no return and he threw his head back as his mouth hung open in ecstasy. Nick’s hips bucked a little more wildly and he felt a gasp exit his mouth as he was hit by a powerful orgasm. He jerked spasmodically as thick white ropes of semen shot out of his penis and on to his chest. He felt the warm liquid spurt against himself as his wife continued to rub him until he had nothing left. The orgasm took a while to abate and when Nick had finally finished coming he finally relaxed and sunk to the bottom of the tub again. His eyes were closed in bliss as he relaxed and felt Sarah using the washcloth and water to rinse his sticky load off him. “I hope you enjoyed that.” Sarah said once Nick was finally clean of his own milk. The plug was pulled and the water quickly drained away. Nick silently nodded. He felt tired out as if he had done all the work himself. “Good.” Sarah said happily, “Come on. Let’s get you in a nice new nappy.”