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Ann And Joe Learn Joe's Rightful Plac Chapter 5 Joe had completely forgotten the aim of his tidying up task. He'd found some of his farm anmials and was busy creating farmland for his train track to run through. Ann looked at him and smiled. He was genuinely playing, she thought. She could even hear him making quiet train oises as he pushed the little engine along the track he'd laid out. It occurred to her that this must be like what it is to have a real child in the house, and again the strange mix of pleasure and guilt washed over her. She had unconxcioxly moved one hand to her breast, and hastily withdrew it. Then she heard the voice of her neighbour Rose at the back door. When Ann and Joe had moved into their house, they'd found a connecting gate with Rose's property next door. Rose was a friendly, motherly woman in her mid fifties and the two women soon became friends. The gate stayed unlocked, and was a well-used thoroughfare for the women, and for Rose's labrador Sam. Rose opened the back door and walked in, holding a freshly baked apple pie which filled the kitchen and lining area with its delicious aroma. The women often made each other treats. 'Hi, Rose,' said Ann. She looked at the pie and grinned. 'That smells delicious,' she said. 'Organic apples,' said Rose. She looked from the kitchen to Joe. 'What are you up to, Joe?' she asked pleasantly. Joe looked up. He realised that he must look a little odd, sitting on the floor surrounded by his old toys. 'Er, just cleaning some stuff up,' he said, picking up one of the plastic farm animals and putting it back in the box he'd just removed it from. Rose put the pie on the kitchen bench and walked into the living room. She stood next to Joe looking down at the little rural scenario he had created. 'You're having fun,' she said with a friendly laugh. 'Some of my kids love playing with trains too,' she added. Rose, with her children grown and moved out, happily found regular duty as the local child minder and baby sitter. Joe looked up at Rose with some embarrassment. 'I'm just cleaning up,' he said, shifting his position as he picked up more cows and trees and put them back in one of the cartons. 'Don't stop your game, Joe,' said Rose, bending over to tousle his shaggy blonde hair. 'I've bought apple pie over.' Then Rose noticed Joe's wet crotch. The dark, damp area had spread. She also noticed that Joe's close fitting shortalls had no fly in front, just a seam over the little mounded triangle between Joe's legs. She wondered where Ann had got the garment. She looked around at Ann then returned ot the kitchen. 'Ann,' she said quietly. 'I think Joe's had a little accident. I mean he's wet his pants.' Ann looked back at Rose with surprise, then understanding. 'It's OK,' she said softly, then went to the living room. 'Joe, honey, can you come with me for a moment?' she asked him. Joe looked up, then stood. 'Won't be long,' Ann said to Rose. 'Come on, honey,' she added to Joe and ushered him out of the lining room towards their bedroom. 'What's up?' asked Joe as they walked into the room. Ann looked at Joe's expectant face. 'Sweetie, you've had an accident. You're wet,' she said kindly. 'See?' Ann put her fingers to Joe's wet crotch. Joe looked down, then back at Ann with a shocked expression. 'Ann,' he said haltingly, 'I didn't know..' 'It's alright, baby,' said Ann, putting her arms around him. 'You were busy playing.' 'Ann, I,...' said Joe, and began to cry. 'Shh, baby, no tears. It's OK. I'll help you,' said Ann. The weird feelings washed over her again. 'Did Rose see?' asked Joe between his sobs. 'Shh, honey, it's OK. Rose is fine. Let's get you changed.,' said Ann. 'But I didn't know,' sobbed Joe as Ann helped him out of his shortall. She saw that Joe was peeing a little more as she pulled down his clothing. She took his hand and led him into the ensuite bathroom. 'Just sit on the loo, sweetie, and I'll get you some clean clothes,' she said, guiding Joe, now wearing only his tee shirt, onto the toilet seat. 'I think you should have a shower too, honey. I'll help you when you're out.' She went back to the bedroom, noting the drips on the floor and deciding to clean up later. She took out of the chest of drawers Joe's other shortalls and another pair of padded panties. She put them on the bed then went back to the kitchen. 'Is he OK?' asked Rose. 'I heard him crying.' 'Yes, he's OK,' replied Ann. 'He has little accidents, but not usually that bad.' Rose looked at Ann. 'He's not unwell, is he? I mean, have you seen anyone about it?' she asked. 'Sort of,' said Ann. 'Joe's a bit resistant to talking about it. I brought it up last time I saw Jane,' continued Ann, mentioning the women's mutual friend and doctor, 'She said he has a slightly weak bladder, and just to make sure he doesn't hold on for too long during the day or drink too much before bedtime.' 'Does he wet the bed too?' asked Rose with concern. 'Oh, just a few damp pj's sometimes,' said Ann. She paused. 'And one or two bigger accidents since we've been married,' she added. 'That's not completely unusual,' said Rose. 'It's not,' said Ann, then paused again. 'Actually, his mother told me that Joe wet the bed reasonably often until he was in his teens. He had a few daytime accidents too. She used to put him in pullups at night sometimes and for long car trips,' she told Rose. 'Poor baby,' said Rose. 'Is it... I mean, does he wet often?' Ann felt grateful for Rose's kind interest. 'Well,' she said, 'His underpants are often damp. Actually, I... well, he wears undies with a bit of padding now. Jane suggested them. They're sort of training pants. I haven't told Joe that, though. He accepts them now, and it's better than having him in nasty wet underpants or having wet spots in public. It happened today because he was concentrating on his toys.' Rose smiled. 'I think it's cute that he still plays with toys,' she said. 'Oh, he wouldn't call it that,' Ann said, laughing. 'He was tidying up,' she added, lowering her voice to a gruff tone. 'He was playing, Ann,' replied Rose, laughing too. 'Yes,' said Ann. 'He's still a little boy in some ways.' Rose thought of Joe sitting on the floor in his shortalls, looking more like a happy toddler than anything else. 'Ann, where did you get those overalls?' she asked. Ann rolled her eyes and smiled. 'Well, I wanted something that he'd be comfortable in, and I was a bit worried he'd take off his new panties. It's the sort of thing he'd do, and those shortalls are not so easy to get off. I found two pairs at the Young Miss Shop in town. He's small enough that the larger sizes there fit him. I'd never tell him where I got them. But I agree, he does look cute in them. I was tempted to put a ribbon in his hair, but he is a boy, after all,' Ann said. Rose laughed again. 'He doesn't mind not having a fly in front?' she asked. 'That's not very boyish.' 'To be honest, Rose, I don't think he's noticed. He sits down to do wees now ayway. I got sick of cleaning up the dribbles around the toilet,' said Ann. 'A proper little miss,' said Rose, and both women giggled. Ann contiued. 'I bought him some new shorts in the Miss Shop too, and they don't have a fly in front. They're just nicer than the boy's ones. I should say men's ones,' Ann said with a laugh, lowering her voice again. 'Oh, and some new jeans with an elasticated waist. I don't think they have a fly, or just a fake stitched one. The elastic waists make it a lot easier to dress him.' 'You dress him?' asked Rose. Ann laughed. 'Yes, most of the time. I suppose it's just a habit. We've always done that. He's so slow, fussing around. I like doing it, anyway. 'Wow,' said Rose. 'Well, if you need anything stronger, you know, more absorbent panties than his trainers, let me know. I've got a stock of things for my older child minding kids that would fit Joe. If he'll wear them,' said Rose. 'Thanks, Rose,' said Ann. 'If it comes to that. He's quite good about doing as he's told, actually. He'd soon get used to something else if I put him in them, around the house, anyway.' Rose smiled. Ann was enjoying talking about this with Rose. She had a sudden urge to go and hug Joe. 'He's a little treasure, in lots of ways, Ann,' she said. 'He is,' said Ann warmly. 'He's my baby.' Ann felt the odd, pleasant flush surge through her, accompanied by embarrassment at what she'd said. 'I don't mean... ' she began. Rose put her hand on Ann's arm. 'I know what you mean,' she said. 'Ann, I'm out!' came a call from the bedroom. 'You'd better go and change your baby,' said Rose with a grin. 'Coming, honey!' called Ann. 'I'll leave you to it,' said Rose. 'Thanks so much for the pie, Rose,' said Ann, then headed for the bedroom. A mummy's work is never done, she thought to herself as he walked down the hall, and immediately felt a flash of guilt. A wife's work is never done, she mentally corrected herself. Rose walked back though the communal gate. She was thinking of Joe standing naked, waiting for Ann. She had never seen Joe naked, but couldn't help wondering. She had noticed before that Joe didn't seem to have much of a 'male lump' below his tummy. Maybe his equipment matches his small stature, she thought. To be continued.

What this thread should be showing is that there is no shortage of reasons to hate ABDL's - People's wrong association of ABDL to paedophilia - The freaks who do weird stuff and make ABDLs look like weird perverts and criminals - The natural reaction of disgust to people going to the bathroom in their pants - Conservative people who hate anything that isn't missionary with the lights off - The natural inclination to laugh at a sight as ridiculous as an adult in a diaper Maybe this will help people understand why this isn't mainstream and will never be more than a fringe fetish.

Jessica tried to get as small as possible in her seat. She kept her head down and tried not to make eye contact with any of the others passing by her in the station. Most were criminals of some kind, going to be interviewed by officers, while others were there to pick up relatives from cells. They were all losers, she told herself, thieves, law breakers, drunks... And yet, sitting in a diaper, with a pacifier in her mouth, and soaking wet pants on the chair beside her proving her clothes wasn't a mistake, she didn't feel like she could look down on them.Someone called her name and she got up. She cringed as the crinkling of her diaper attracted even more unwanted stares. She closed her eyes and began walking toward an open door where a woman in a uniform stood with her arms folded. Each step brought more noise and more stares. She told herself it wasn't that loud at all, but it sounded like thunder in her ears. She finally reached the woman."You left something," the woman said."What?" she asked.The woman pointed back to the chairs. "You left your soaked pants back on the chair. We don't want to do your laundry. Go get them." Jessica felt a sharp smack on her behind, and the plastic crack echoed in the room. She sighed. There went any hopes of privacy. Now all eyes were on here as walked back to the chair, grabbed her pants, and walked back as quickly as possible. A young man and woman giggled, and she glared at them, but that only made them laugh the louder.She reached the officer, who grabbed her wrist and took her through a doorway and down a long white tiled hallway."Where are you taking me?" she asked while trying her best to keep up with the taller woman."I am taking you to see a specialist. Depending on how this goes, you may end up being adopted tonight. Odds are it will be him or someone he knows."Jessica gasped and tried to pull back. "What? NO! You can't do that.""Better then jail."Jessica tsked. "But what about that other guy? He had the same problem but was let go. Why can't I be? Don't I get a lawyer?"The woman rounded on her and put a finger under her nose. "He made a mistake, but was within the law and reported it. Furthermore, he has already proven himself in all other areas- academics, athletics, and professional working, while you have no record of either. Finally, he is living with a fully qualified caretaker, who happened to be his fiance. Do you have anyone who can take you?""I... no.""Good. Now as for that silliness about a lawyer, you are not currently being charged. Consider yourself lucky. We are chalking your mistakes up to a lack of understanding rather then criminality, which is common for this type of issue. We have no record of you, which means we have no record of a warning given or proof you knew the rules. You get a lawyer if you are being charged. Do you want to go down that route? I can assure you going through the trial system in diapers won't be fun."Jessica stared blankly."Well?"She looked down. "No, I'll see the specialist.""Good, he is through here."She knocked on a door, and a tall man with short graying brown hair, glasses and a suit came out. Jessica thought he was the spitting image of a stereotypical professor, down to the tweed on his jacket."Dr. Jeffreyson?""Yes, is this the girl?""Hello," Jessica said shyly.The officer nudged her. "Its 'hello DOCTOR" or "SIR." Now stand up straight and shake his hand. Have you not learned basic manners yet?""But I didn't know who he was!""He is someone who doesn't need their diapers changed by others because of immaturity. That makes him a sir to you, and I told you his name anyway.""Now now officer, its alright. Here, let the girl in with me, I'll take it from here. Thank you for your help." The Dr. Jeffreyson took her by the hand. "Alright. Thank you, Doctor. And Jessica? THAT is how you be polite. Hopefully you'll learn it well."Jessica watched Dr. Jeffreyson watch the doctor walk away until she was out of earshot, then he sighed. "I'm sorry, they can be a bit rough here. Leave those on the hanger outside the door, they shouldn't have made you carry them around. We can replace them later if need be."Jessica spotted a coat hanger beside the door, then put her pants on them."Good. Now come inside," he said.The room inside was a small office space with a large wooden desk, a sink and a second wooden door. "They were nice enough to give us this space. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and we are going to decide what to do with you. Please, sit down," he said, pointing to a chair.Jessica sat down. "Do you have anything I can wear? To cover the uh..." she stopped."To cover the diaper? Because you are cold or embarrassed?"Jessica blushed, and he nodded."You know we are the only ones in here, and I've already seen it?""I know," she said quietly.He nodded again. "Alright. I didn't bring a change of pants, but here." He handed her his coat, and she folded it on her lap. "Thank you," she said."Now lets go through your file, or lack there of. We don't have any record of your education, employment or even birth. What can you tell me?"Jessica thought. She couldn't tell him she came from another world through a mistaken genie wish, that wouldn't help her situation at all. "I was home schooled," she said."I see. And where are your parents now?""Gone," she said."So you were abandoned," he said, and wrote something down. "Can you give me anything that would help me find them?""No..."The interview and testing went on for some time. Jessica did her best to explain the situation without starting a manhunt for her none-existent family, and he came to the conclusion that she had been involved in an enclosed family that had moved and left her behind, but had severely neglected portions of her education. He told her he thought what was happening was a very bad idea, but not technically illegal, and there wouldn't be a record of her birth or education if her family deemed not to report it. Jessica accepted that as the best possible response. He also asked about her body and performed some physical tests, which convinced him she wasn't physically incontinent, but that her issues came from behavior. She was unsure if she was happy about that."So," he said, "My job isn't to question the ethics of your upbringing. Coming down to the issue: what do you know? What qualifications did you get, if any? What did they teach you and what did they miss, aside from the obvious gaps." He pointed at her waist with his pen."I uhhh..." she realized pushing the final issue was pointless. "I was an expert in multiple finance systems, banking, investments, and portfolios, as well as the computers that used them. That was supposed to be my career." She said proudly. He laughed. "Probably not the best one to follow.""What!?" Her eyes went wide. She knew this was a different world, but surely that must be worth something."Well, you can, but a lot of the real work there has already been automated via computers. You'll find a lot of low paying positions. You'd be better with, say, education in English or psychology."So this world really is different, she thought."I also learned math, history, reading, writing, and some gym classes.""So basic academics.""Yes."He paused."What is two plus two?""Uhh, four."He nodded. "Four plus five?""Nine! Is this necessary?""How long did you learn academics for?""12 years.""Did you ever compete in athletics?""No..." she had tried a few sports, mainly cheer leading and track, but never competed at any high level.He shook his head. "Basic academics consists of 14 years, and a qualification in academics required competition. I'm afraid you don't have anything.""But... what!? But that can't be true! I'm an adult! I worked for years! I... I..."He waved a hand to calm her protests. "Its alright, we know it isn't your fault."She looked into his eyes, and felt tears in her own. He was the first person to be kind to her since arriving. Part of her rebuked that, telling herself that she had never needed another's help before, but right now she felt more venerable then ever. "Please help me," she said."Are you sure?"She nodded."Alright. That settles it. We will help you out. But right now there is one more test you need to take.""What?" she asked."Currently you have only wet yourself. You have yet to demonstrate whether you require diapers for anything else."Jessica felt her hair stand up. "What?""I need to see you demonstrate that you know how to use a toilet for defecation and clean yourself, or you will be listed as diaper and caretaker dependent for that. Do you need to go?""I..." now that she thought of it, she hand't gone all day. She was nervous about this direction, though. "I... I don't think so.""Alright," he said. "We can perform that test later at home.""At home?" she asked."Yes. You will be coming home with me tonight. I will need to monitor you for a while to decide what the best course of action is.""But... I mean... you're a stranger."He sighed. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"She considered lying, but knew he would find out. "No," she said."Do you want to go back to living on the street, without even a change of clothes or diapers?" he asked."No.""Then come on. I'm a professional, and this is part of the reason I came here. Besides, I have someone else about your level. You might bond on that."Jessica followed him back through the station. She asked for her pants back, but he threw them out, explaining they were ruined and probably wouldn't fit over her diapers, then offered to replace them later. He gave her a blanket to wrap around herself instead. He signed some paperwork, and gave her pages to sign, then lead her to a car and drove her out of the downtown and into a suburb. He seemed to live far from the city, and the drive was taking a while.Her stomach grumbled."Are you hungry?" he asked."Not really," she said."Hmmm I thought you said you didn't need to go."She didn't respond.He pulled up to a long, shingle home with a large front balcony and chimney's at both end. He parked in a separate garage then took her to a giant double door with windows lined on either side."You live here?" she asked."Yes," he laughed. "I do well in my trade. Its ok, don't be afraid or anything."She thought about what he said. She realized to most people, this would seem like an extravagant mansion, and he probably thought she was awed. She thought back to her place back in the other world, and held her tongue.When they got inside they were greeted by a middle aged, red haired woman and a young brown haired girl, who Jessica guessed was a teenager."Hi daddy!" the girl said, and jumped to hug him."Hello Marianne!" he said and picked her up. The other woman, who Jessica assumed was his wife, came in and kissed him."Is this the girl?" she asked."Yes dear, this is Jessica," he turned to face the young girl he was carrying. "See sweetheart? This is Jessica. She's going to be in a higher grade for academics, but she's in the same grade as you for other stuff, so maybe you can help each other out.""Hi!" she said.Jessica's eyes went wide. "Wait... the same grade as her? But she's a kid!" "Yes well, Marianne is moving up quickly in her manners. We are very proud." Marianne beamed at the praise, and asked to be let down."No, I mean... I can't be that..." she was going to say 'far behind" when Marianne hugged her around the waist and said 'hello.' The surprise and force knocked Jessica back a bit, and she heard a loud sound in the back of her diaper."Eeep!" she said."Ewww stinky" Marianne said. "Did you mess yourself?"Jessica blushed. "Don't say that!"Dr. Jeffreyson folded his arms. "Jessica. Did you mess yourself?" Jessica hated how serious he sounded, as if she actually might have. "I... I don't..."He sighed grabbed her wrist. "You don't know," he answered for her, and turned her around, undid the towel around her waist, and pulled open the back of her diaper. Jessica realized he was checking her."Hey!" she protested half halfheartedly."No, she's clean. Either way though, I think if we keep her in this diaper she might have an accident soon. Honey, why don't you go prepare the table while I help Jessica to use the toilet? She still needs to be tested for that.""Alright dear. Good luck!" she smiled and waved at Jessica as she said it.Once again Jessica was lead by her wrist while wearing only a t shirt and a diaper, but this time, her journey ended in a bathroom. It was big but cozy and had, Jessica noted, a disturbingly large changing table, stacked with diapers of different sizes."Now, you said earlier you didn't need to go, but it is clear you were mistaken.""No! I wasn't..." Jessica realized "I was lying" wasn't a good explanation either.He waved her silent anyway. "I know its not your fault, I'm not angry. I do, however, need to see if you can do this. Now, do you think you need to use the bathroom?""Yes," she said."Then do it," he waved at the toilet, then remained standing in front of her."Ummmm..." she said. She was getting desperate."Yes?""I need privacy.""Why? I've done this thousands of times with different testers."Jessica was stumped. She realized in this world, where adults regularly get their diapers changed, get potty trained, or need help getting dressed, they would have completely different standards of modesty. Still, the idea of her, Jessica Mellingham, stripping and... she couldn't even think it... while someone watched!? Inconceivable. It was mortifying, and she remained frozen."Well? Do you know how?""I can't," she said."That's fine sweetie, though I wish you had told me," he walked over to her, and before she could react, he pulled down her diaper. "No, I mean... OW!"She was interrupted by a hard smack on her bottom."That was a warning for lying, and for trying to hide the fact you didn't know how by saying you needed privacy. Next time, you will get a much harder spanking and a mouth soaping. Now, like this." He opened the seat of the toilet, picked her up slightly, and sat her down.Much to Jessica's dismay, he resumed his position directly in front of her."Are you going to watch?" she asked."Yes. I still need to see if you have this part right, and if you can clean yourself," he said. He then seemed to think of something. "Are you going to lie to me again about needing privacy? Because that will just confirm you don't know how, and earn yourself a real spanking."Jessica could barely breath. Her stomach was turning, and she felt the weight inside her, but she couldn't make herself do it. What would he say? Would she fail? Could she do it with him watching? She looked into her eyes, which shows no surprise at the idea that she might actually not know how to use a toilet, or that she might be expected to prove it to a near complete stranger. Even if he was a 'professional," she thought. However, the idea was terrifying."I can't," she said.He nodded. "That's ok," he said. "That is why we test."She tried to argue that it wasn't that she didn't know how, but couldn't in front of him, but realized it would only get her spanked. She didn't want to do THAT again.He continued. "Supper won't be ready for a while. You are there, we might as well wait until it happens. It'll just take a bit of patience, you'll see." He sat on the bathtub side in front of her.Her stomach grumbled. She tried to look anywhere but at him, and tried to think of a way out. The door was wide open, and anyone passing by could see. She knew if she brought that up, it wouldn't mean anything to him. She cringed. She couldn't hold it much longer.Finally, will a loud, embarrassing brappt, she released it.He waited a moment, then stood up. "Good girl!" he said. "I told you you just needed to wait. Now, do you normally clean it?" He held up toilet paper."No," she said truthfully. She normally used a bidet.He ruffled her hair. She noticed he was treating her as if she was younger and younger, but was afraid to protest. "Good girl. I figured as much, but it is better then lying. Stand up!" He stood her up and had her lean over the changing table. He then took out a box of wipes and began cleaning her."Wait! I can do it!"He sat back down to watch.Jessica grabbed some toilet paper and began cleaning. She went quickly, trying to get out of the situation as soon as possible."There! See! I can do that.""Hmm, really. Stand up," he ordered, and she began to obey."What? Why..." What could possibly... "EEEP!"She felt him drag a wet wipe between her cheeks. He tisked. "Not quite sweetie. I'm sorry. Bend over the table.""No please I can do it!" she begged."No! I can do it!" she said. She reached and tried to take the wipes from his hand."HEy!" he said. "Now. Last warning," he said. "One more lie like that, and you'll be over my lap for an hour. Now, be a good girl, bend over, and let me help you."Jessica had to fight back tears. This was by far the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her. She cringed at each feel of the wipes, and at the knowledge he fully believed she needed his help, that no argument would change his mind. He had an entire day of evidence against her.While she remained bent over, she saw something move in front of the door. It was Marianne, watching curiously."Why are you doing that? I thought you said she was the same level as me," Marianne said."Well I thought so too, but it seems she doesn't quite know how to change her messy diapers yet. She will still need help, and a different kind of diaper.""What!?" Jessica said."Quite, its ok," he reached into the changing table, got something out, and put it in her mouth. It was a pacifier, and it filled her mouth completely. Jessica remembered it was for people who couldn't control their emotions yet... and, essentially, to keep some quiet while the grown ups talked. Out of the three, including someone far younger then she, Jessica was considered the least mature, and had the diapers to prove it. She realized he was about to be put in diapers to specifically mark her status, and dreaded to see what they looked like.Dr. Jeffreyson picked her up and lay her on the changing table. Seeing her looking disappointed in herself, he reached under the table and took out a soft doll, which he handed to Jessica. She took it, and realized that probably meant she failed another test. The doctor spread powder over hear, then opened another shelf and took something out.Jessica moaned audibly. The diaper he held was far thicker then the one she had before, and covered with an all over print of cartoonish animals.He smiled. "Sorry. Wetting and inability to change that got you the first diaper, not knowing when you need to mess, how to use the toilet, or how to clean that up got you this one."She glared, and he laughed as the look she was used to frightening subordinates with fell apart behind a giant, childish pacifier."Don't worry. Four tapes, see? Not two. That means it isn't a baby diaper. Marianne's in only a bit ahead in partially printed, so not that far to catch up!"Great, so behind the kid. That did little to lighten Jessica's mood. There was at least on other level to sink too, it seemed. He diapered her then lead her down the stairs. She knew she made quite the sight with her t shirt, colorful diaper, pacifier and doll.She wasn't even surprised when she arrived in the kitchen to see dual high chairs, with Marianne's mother just finishing setting up one sized for Jessica. Jessica let herself be put into it and fed by the doctor, while his wife- she still had to learn her name- fed Marianne. She didn't taste the food, and didn't bother to see what it was. It was humiliating to think that she was being treated as the same maturity level as someone years younger, and that was a step up from before. Defeated, Jessica kept eating."So, tommorrow, Jessica will be going to school with you Marianne, though she'll be in a higher grade."Jessica perked up. School? She had forgotten that."Which grade?" she asked."Hush, Jessica, grown ups were talking. Remember your pacifier? No talking while eating either."Jessica blushed."Which grade?" Marianne asked.The doctor smiled and shook his head. "Alright," he said, and realizing he was asking for Jessica, turned to her. "Since you said you completed 12 years of academics, you'll be taking grade 13, generally for people aged 20-22, but not strictly."Jessica was happy at the last part. "Not strictly" meant there might be people her own age. She remembered reading about the academic parts of the schools in the broucher, and it seemed the years for the grades were less strict here, and passing was more on ability then time in.He shook his head, sensing what she thought. "You'll still be the oldest I'm afraid, but hey, maybe that will give you an advantage. Only a little bit more, and you can successfully graduate. Won't that be nice?"Jessica almost laughed out loud. She only had to succeed in one thing. School could be that one thing. A year or two for the full academic courses might be a long time, but then there was always sports, or a summer job... It was much lower then the business success she anticipated on her arrival, but it was still success and would get her permanently, and properly, out of diapers. She could put up with it for a while.She gloated to herself. All she had to do was succeed in one thing, and the bet was hers. THeres more now, thanks for commenting!

The adventures of Alex Who was Alex? Well Alex was what most people thought was a young man entering in the big wide world, free from school and the restraints that they had held over him. For many years he had been told what to do, when to do it and always by others. He had grown up under the strong influence of his mother, whom he loved dearly, but he could never bring himself to tell her his deep down secrets and desires. Alex had been late developing into the young man he was growing into, he was shorter than most, well everyone for his age, his voice had never broken and a genetic disorder had meant that he never grew body hair, only his head held the natural blonde locks that matched his mother. He had been slow to be potty trained, still wetting at night after control during the daytime had been achieved. He was just told by his mother that over time it would sort itself out, but his nigh time wetting would be taken care of by her. So for many years after, night after night, Alex's mother was there to make sure he went to sleep in a nappy and plastic pants, then as time moved on a disposable nappy. Alex's mother was a hard working lady, well respected in the business community, with many friends, but still loved her son more than anything else. She was 6ft tall and literally towered over her son; she made sure that she kept fit, using the gym in the house and the pool on her days off and at weekends. Having made a success of her business at a young age, she always made time for Alex, her mother helping to look after him while he was still a baby. By the time that he was ready for school, she was the one to take him and pick him up every day. This would seem odd to a lot of people as it carried on until he left school, some would have thought him a little mummy’s boy, had it not been for the fact that they lived in the countryside outside the main town and off the bus route. He had his friends in school and got on ok with them, more so with the girls if he where honest about it, but rarely did one ever visit his home, sleepovers being out of the question as he felt too conscious about the bedwetting. When he was younger, at nursery school, he had a few parties as wetting problems happened with a few at that age, so he didn't stand out from the others. So Alex was now free from the restraint of school and just about to turn 19 years old, his mother had asked him if he wanted a party, but he never really was the party person. Instead he asked if he could have a vacation somewhere quiet away from the world, but by the sea, where he could just chill out and relax away from everything. There he would have time to think about what his future held, decide what to go on to do regarding work or further education. But also he would have some time alone to let his little side out. This was Alex's big secret that he hoped no-one had found out about, or if they had, they had not said anything to him. Deep down, Alex was still that little boy, he had never really grown up and loved all the time he spent with his mother, he missed the time when she looked after him night after night. But over time he had become used to getting himself ready for bed, it was only natural that as he grew he would take more responsibility. He wanted so much for his mother to do this, but could never build up the courage to ask. So here he was going away on his own for the first time without "mummy", but it would give him chance to wear his nappy during the day if he wanted. He would have them with for night time use, so why not try them during the day as well; maybe he would get those feelings back from when he was younger that he craved so much. His mother was not overly surprised when he refused the offer of the party, so was more than happy for him to have his holiday that he asked for instead. Unknown to Alex, his mother had begun to realise that deep down she was missing having her "little boy" around. She loved looking after him when he was younger but as time went by, she knew she had to release the aprons strings a little and let him develop. His mothers had become a success in the computer industry with her own business, so giving Alex a computer for his school use fine, but she never let on to him that she could remotely access it. So from time to time she found herself checking up on what he had been researching, then purely by accident one day she found one of the sites he had been looking at, then the links to some of the stories he had been reading. She could see that he was reading about "little ones" who still had their mummy even when they were grown up, or little ones that had found and sought out a new mummy. As much as this hurt, she knew that to push and question him straight away would be a mistake, causing her to push him further away or worse still lose him. She decided that he could go on his vacation, let him think for a while but then let him decide what would happen next. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So the day arrived for Alex to board his coach and take the trip. He was filled with both excitement and anticipation; he was unsure what the next few weeks would hold for him but hoped that he would make some decisions that would set him for the future. He knew there was a job for him with his mums company, but at the same time if something else was out there then that would be better, unless he decided to return to college or university. His mum had made the travel arrangements, booked his coach ticket, decided on the little holiday town he would be staying, even found him a nice little guest house to stay in. Unknown to Alex, it was a old friend of his mums that ran it, a best friend from school and college that moved there a few years earlier to take over a family business. She now ran it by herself and was only too pleased to keep an eye on Alex for his mum. She had been told about his little night time accidents so made a few preparations in advance. "Alex" said Leslie his mum, "I need to tell you a few things about your trip before you leave, so come and sit down with me for a moment before I drop you off at the bus station". Leslie sat at the table with her son, reaching out and taking his hand. "Now you are going to the seaside as you wished, it’s not too busy there, just lively enough to keep you occupied. I have booked you into a nice little guest house that is run by an old friend of mine called Val from college. Now don't panic but I made her aware of your night time accidents, I didn't want you getting all wound up and embarrassed". Alex didn't know what to say when his mum told him, he was mad that she told someone else but could see that it actually made sense, even if it was going to be embarrassing when he met Val. "Val told me that she would take care of everything so you don't need to worry" said Leslie, "She will meet you at the bus station in the resort and take you home. She said she will let you settle in and then give you the tour around before letting you do whatever you want to relax". "So make sure you have a good time, be good for her and hopefully I will get to come and visit you later in the week. I have packed everything for you and sent plenty of money ahead to take care of anything you might need". What Leslie didn't mention was that she had added a few extra things into his suitcase, something that she hoped he would like after reading and looking at his favourite pages on Alex's computer history. She had bought him a new dummy with a teat suitable for adults, along with a cloth nappy and some plastic pants. She knew that it was a risk but just hoped that he would accept them and not be scared. If she could have her little boy back then it would make her the happiest mum in the world. "Thanks for all of this mum" replied Alex, "I know telling Val was for the better, even if it makes me feel awkward and embarrassed when I meet her. It will be nice if you can come visit later in the week, you deserve a break just as much as me". So with his things packed, Alex jumped in the car with his mum and headed to the coach station for his trip. After a big hug, cuddle and a kiss, Alex walked onto his coach and took his seat, waving goodbye as the coach pulled away, leaving Leslie with a tear in her eye, waiting for the moment she would be with her little boy again. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alex relaxed as soon as the coach pulled away; he was on his way, looking forward to getting away for the summer and chilling out. He had become so wound up finishing school, learning never came natural to him like for some of his classmates, he had to really think hard about everything. He had gotten to the point where he was now feeling a bit mentally drained. He sat in his seat watching the world going by as the coach ploughed its way across the country, stopping at various cities along the way to collect other people. He hadn’t really travelled that much in his younger life, his mum always working hard but he would never blame her for this. He knew she wanted him to have the best they could. Finally it was getting close to lunchtime, that meant the coach would take a break and he could get off and take a break, stretch his legs and get a bite to eat. But more importantly get a chance to use the toilet. He had almost wished he was wearing one of his night time pull ups, the drinks his mum had given him for the journey, combined with the several mugs of tea at breakfast made him quite needy for the bathrooms. As soon as the coach stopped he was straight off and heading towards the bathroom area at the service area, the last thing he needed to see was the short queue of people in front of him. He figured that another coach must have gotten in just before they arrived; this was going to be an anxious and awkward wait. Finally he found himself at the front; he dashed into one of the stalls, unfastening his jogging pants as fast as possible, and then lowering his underwear but not before a little dribble came out. In one sense he was happier being in a stall, his mum’s choice of underwear for him was not the best. They could be described as unisex at best, no opening at the front and very plain. He had gotten used to her buying things like that for him over the years; he barely even noticed the pastel colours she would choose. He just used to make sure he wore the white ones whenever he was doing any sports in school. Finally he was sitting on the toilet, able to relieve himself from all those drinks he had consumed so far. He pulled his phone out of his bag to check if he had any messages, the only one being from his mum. It simply said “Love you baby, hope you have fun”. Seeing this from his mum made him feel all warm inside, she often called him baby, he never thought anything of it. He then checked his journey progress and found that they were just short of halfway to his destination. Bearing that in mind he wondered if they would be stopping once more or not, beginning to wonder whether he would be best in one of the pull ups in his bag. This would let him relax a bit; he had dribbled while going this time, so maybe it was for the best. He quickly removed his jogging pants, then “panties” before slipping on one of his pull ups, then pulled his panties back on, thinking they would help keep the pull up in place, before putting his jogging pants back on. Part 4 With himself finally sorted, Alex made his way out of the stall and into the main washroom, walking slightly slowly, now conscious of the pull up he had on. He knew that they were completely covered but still had that feeling that everyone could see it. He washed his hands and then made his way out, trying to tell whether of not his pants where rustling, but the noise in area due to the large numbers of people masked anything he could hear from his pants. He had a walk to the food area and bought himself a sandwich and a drink, before making his way to some of the seating area outside. It was such a nice day, the sun was shining and it was quite warm so why not eat outdoors for once. He found himself a spot on the grassed area but made sure to keep an eye on the time, the last thing he wanted was to miss his coach. But he could see it from where he was sitting so it would be ok. Alex loved to watch people, see them going about their business, but so many doing the same thing but not noticing. He quietly ate his lunch, sitting on the grass in his shorts, the air blowing around his legs. He forgot the fact he was wearing his pull up, his shorts flapping in the breeze; occasionally flapping so that the edge of it would show. He carried on assuming that no-one was any the wiser, not seeing what he was wearing. Sitting at a picnic table across from him was Wendy Johnson, a school nurse at a private girl’s boarding school. She too was on a holiday break, travelling by coach to a nice quiet resort by the sea, looking forward to some nice relaxing fun. She couldn’t help but notice the young man sitting alone on the grass across from her, he was different to the others, they where businessmen and lorry drivers. But she saw him, small for his age but quite content and happy. She wondered where he was going, what he was doing. Having spent the year with nothing but girls to look at in every direction, she was happy to look at the cute young man. Alex finished his lunch, looked down at his watch then saw it was time to go back to the coach, but as he was geeing up he noticed the lady at the picnic table, she was looking at him and smiling. Getting up he felt the pull up against him, but that only let panic set in, he was directly opposite her, had she seen something, was that why she was smiling. He didn’t know but was glad to be going back to his coach knowing he would be alone again. He got up, walked back across the grass, trying to avoid eye contact but couldn’t, she smiled again at him, he moved quicker wanting to be back at the coach. He got back to the coach and began to board when he noticed the other cases now sitting at the side of the coach. He looked towards the driver and asked what was happening, “Nothing to worry about young man” replied the driver, “we just have a few more passengers coming on board, the other feeder coach has arrived”. Alex thought nothing more of it, he climbed on board and went back to his seat, he put his hand luggage bag back onto the seat next to him, then leaned back waiting for the other passengers to get back. He was minding his own business, when a figure appeared by the seat next to his where his bag was. Looking up he saw a lady standing in the aisle, when he saw who it was he nearly wet himself. It was her, the lady from the bench; there she was, looking down at him, “Excuse me young man, is that seat taken” she asked him, still with that smile on her face. “Errrr, no” replied Alex with slight panic in his voice, “I will just move my bag for you”. Alex took his bag off of the seat and placed it by his feet, not noticing the top was slightly open, he was still surprised to see the lady. Part 5 Wendy took her seat next to Alex, the colour just starting to re-appear to his face after his shock. He sat there quietly wondering whether he should say something, but at that time he was simply lost for words, what could he say, what should he say, he didn’t know what she had seen if anything at all. Wendy sat there next to Alex, she loved the expression on his face when she turned up next to him, she was by no way a mean person, but she thought he was such a sweet little thing. Her whole year at the girl’s school had made her realise how much she had missed males, but there was something about this one that made her curious. She had seen the tell tale edge of his pull up when sitting on the grass, it was something easily recognisable to her, many of the girls in the school had need to see her as the nurse she was. “So young man, what is your name, how far are you travelling” said Wendy, deciding it was time to start talking with her companion. “Eeerrrr, my name is Alex” he stuttered out, “I am on the coach until it reaches the coast; I am going for a break there through the summer. Wendy was delighted to hear this; she too was travelling to the coat and knew they were headed for the same destination. “Well I am very pleased to meet you Alex, my name is Wendy Johnson” came the response, “I too am travelling down to the coast for a holiday. The girl’s school where I work as a nurse has broken up for the summer, so I decided I needed a holiday”. Alex was relaxing a bit now, but the thought of having her next to him for the rest of the journey was not that thrilling. He was taken back a bit when she told him what she did for a job; it just wasn’t expected at that point. The thought of having a nurse next to him made him think once more about the pull ups, he knew that a trained nurse would only have needed the slightest glance to recognise them. “It looks like we will be spending the journey together Alex” said Wendy, once more looking at him with that smile once more. “Now why don’t you give me that bag of yours, I can put it up on the luggage rack with mine, and then you will have far more room for the journey”. Alex was left with little choice and couldn’t reason his way around it, it would give him more room for his legs. So he reached down to grab his bag, but as it was lifted the zip sprung open and there in plain sight was his other spare pull up. He tried to quickly close his bag so it was out of sight, but he could see that Wendy had already spotted it. Wendy calmly took the bag from him, zipped it up and proceeded to place it in the luggage rack. Alex had sat back down in his seat, not knowing what to do or say at that point, it no longer mattered if she had seen it before, now she would know. “It’s ok Alex, there is no need to be ashamed” said Wendy softly as she sat back down, “lots of people have to wear pull ups and nappies, for lots of different reasons. I am a nurse so it is nothing new to me”. Alex was left stunned, he knew now that she had seen him for definite now, his pull up must have been showing while sitting on the grass area. Alex was brought back to his senses by the coach starting up and leaving the service area, a few more passengers had joined but not enough to fill the coach, yet she decided to next to me he thought. Part 6 Alex sat thinking for a moment, now taking the occasional glance at Wendy, studying her more closely. She appeared about a similar age to his mum, but noticeably taller than he was and very good looking at the same time. He thought only pretty school nurses appeared in naughty boy’s dreams. He decided that he should try and explain his situation more clearly, he didn’t want her thinking he wore the pull ups all of the time. “I don’t usually wear pull ups, it’s just that I am on a long journey and my mum gave me a lot to drink” said Alex quietly, hoping that no one could overhear him. “I occasionally need them at night, but with the traffic being as it is these days, I didn’t want to take a chance after the service stop”. Wendy turned and listened to him while he was speaking, thinking how sweet it was of him to try and explain everything. She knew quite well that he could have a genuine reason for using them, but it was just the fact that he looked so cute in them when she saw him. “There is no need to worry about it little one” replied Wendy, grinning and chuckling at Alex, “I knew there was some genuine reason for you wearing them, you just looked so cute and innocent sitting on the grass with the frilly edge of the pull up showing”. “I am only teasing Alex, I am sorry if I offended you, I hope you forgive me, I just want some nice company for the rest of the journey”. Alex was a bit taken back, but decided that Wendy seemed a nice person deep down, even if she was enjoying teasing him. Was it worth not getting along for the rest of the coach journey, it would only be a matter of hours and they wouldn’t see any more of each other. “It’s ok Wendy, I didn’t take offence” replied Alex, “But I never realised they had little frilly edges on them” he laughed, “I really hope my mum never bought me the girls ones”. Wendy began to laugh with Alex, her hand patting him on the leg, she so wanted to lift the edge of the shorts and touch his pull up, but she feared he would be scared off and that was the last thing she wanted. Deep down she had missed not being a mother to anyone herself, she went to university then trained as a nurse then got the job in the school, things such as relationships and settling down had passed her by. So over time she had begun to wonder whether she could find someone that she could give her special attention to, a man, a young man, but someone like Alex would be just perfect. Alex was feeling a bit better now they were laughing about it; he was relaxing, actually starting to like Wendy a bit. A nervous thrill went through his body when she touched his leg, it was something he had never had from a woman before, he had never come close to having a girlfriend. Still laughing and joking, Alex lifted the edge of his shorts to reveal the edge of the pull up, “there you go” he said, “see they are not frilly at all”. But when he looked he could see that they were a bit puffier than his regular ones. He wondered how this escaped his notice before, but he was in such a state and rush in the toilets so he didn’t get caught, it made sense he did notice. “Thanks mum” he thought to himself, “what other surprises have you got for me”. Wendy caught sight of it once more, thinking that it looked so much like some of the ones worn at the school where she worked. It was natural for her, but to see it on a boy was something different, offset against his soft white hairless flesh it looked so nice. “Ok, well maybe no frilly, but slightly girlish you must agree” said Wendy, now gently rubbing his leg. “You have such soft skin for a male Alex, I know lots who would adore to have legs like yours, it’s such a shame to keep them covered up”. Alex was now getting quite aroused at the touch from Wendy; never could he have imagined that events would unfold like this. He could feel the front of his pull up starting to tent, but to cover it with his hands would have given it away immediately, he could do nothing, and he was stuck. He had no way out but now he didn’t want one, her touch was driving him wild, his lack of girl experience was showing; he was far too excited to think straight now. Wendy could see the effect she was having on him, it was becoming more and more obvious, she wondered how far she could push him, was he really so shy with girls, he really was the perfect little creature. She leaned closer to him, then whispered in his ear, “You really love this don’t you, you need this, you are wearing your pull up because it excites you as well”, “I can see the effect it is having on you, relax and let nurse Wendy take care of you”. Alex was unable to resist, he needed so much to be able to release, to release at someone else’s touch and not his own, for it to be at the hands of a woman, at this moment for it to be Wendy. Part 7 Alex was having feeling that he had never experienced before, but they where ones that he was enjoying, he could feel himself growing within his shorts. Just the simple touch of Wendy’s hand on his leg was doing this to him, he knew that she had him under her control but he was quite helpless to do anything about it. He could feel the pressure building up within him, he would not be able to last must longer, but what was he to do, he wasn’t sure but shortly he would pass the point of no return and find out what she planned. Wendy was feeling so good with herself at this point, she had him all worked up at just the touch of her hand, she moved it higher until it found the edge of the pull up. She too was getting excited at the thought of what was to come, could she really do this, could she make him loose himself within the confines of his pull up. She gently stroked his pull up, her hand inside his shorts, but always making sure that no one around them would become suspicious of their actions. She continued to rub her hand on little Alex, slowly and softly, feeling the tension growing within him, she knew it would happen, and then with a sudden shudder it did! Alex tried to hold on but it was no use, his body shuddered softly and then he felt himself release in his pull up. He could feel the little creamies leaking from him, pooling around his pee pee and little parts, it felt warm but the sensation was so good. It was obviously not his first orgasm, but it was in this way, making him feel embarrassed and humiliated, but at the same time so aroused. “Oh you sweet little thing” whispered Wendy softly in his ear, “I never thought my touch would make that happen, but I am overjoyed that it did”. “I will give you a moment to compose yourself, and then I think we had best have a go at cleaning you up and changing you without anyone knowing”. She let Alex calm himself down, holding his hand softly, feeling the last little trembles running through him. Then she released him, stood up just to grab her bag from the luggage rack, before sitting down again. Her back pack was one from the school, she had a few supplies with her as a couple of the young ladies from her school had travelled to the coach station with her, and she always looked out for them. They then went their separate ways, the ladies back home and she on her travels, where she boarded her coach that eventually brought her to Alex. She opened the bag and retrieved a box of wipes, a largish towel and a fresh pull up. Alex was a bit surprised to see these items come from her bag, but when he saw the pull up he was unsure whether to be scared or excited. It was a pull up just like normal, but it was the colour and design that startled him, pale pink in colour with little butterfly patterns. “Well I did say that I would take care of everything” said Wendy looking down at Alex, “don’t worry about the colour; they do just the same job as yours do”, “I am sure they will look so cute on you, your girlish soft legs deserve some girlish pull ups”. Alex looked at her but knew he couldn’t say anything, people would suspect something if he caused a scene, so decided that to cooperate would be the best course. He lifted up slightly in his seat allowing Wendy to lower his shorts, before then sitting down and removing them completely. He was now left in a pull up, one that was full of his own creamy mess. Wendy tore the sides, finally lowering the front revealing the young man’s little cock. She was feeling all giddy seeing this, it was so small, and how could someone his age be so undeveloped, there was practically no hair around it. Alex felt so embarrassed at this point, he had been made to have an orgasm in his pull up, now sitting on a coach seat in it with the sides torn apart, his little parts exposed to her. His bigger problem was that he loved the embarrassment and more so the attention, he was experiencing feelings he couldn’t explain. She gently wiped him clean with the baby wipes, making sure she checked everywhere, then dried him off with the towel. She wanted to apply baby powder but that would have been too risky in this situation. Wendy removed the old pull up from under him, folding it up and tucking it away in her bag, then she opened the new one for him, placing the new pink girls pull up at his feet, guiding them through the leg holes. The final touch was to bring it up his legs and secure it over his bottom, before once more hiding it away in his shorts. PART 8 (apologies for getting a name mixed up, Alex’s mum is called Leslie, hope you are all enjoying) Alex was now entering completely new territory, nothing like this had ever happened before, he wasn’t really sure how he should be feeling. All that he was sure about was that the experience he had just had was quite amazing, something he wanted to happen again and again but not on the coach. He was disturbed from his thoughts by the sound of his phone ringing, he wondered who it was while fumbling through his shorts pockets. He opened it up to find that it was his mum, she was checking up to see how he was getting along. He was pleased to hear her voice as he spoke quietly to her, he was missing her but excited by his new adventures. They chatted only briefly, she would speak longer once he was alone in his guest house with Val. As he closed the phone and said “Goodbye mum, love you”, Wendy looked across and saw the picture of his mum still showing on the screen. Wendy was left stunned, surely it could not be, but she was sure it was. It was Leslie from college, “Oh my god” she thought, Alex is her son, I have just done that with one of my best friends little boy. Wendy recognised the picture as they were both still friends and on Facebook, she decided to speak to Alex about it, better now that having him find out later. “Alex” she said tentatively, “I take it that you where taking to your mum on the phone, do you mind if I see the picture again, I couldn’t help notice it before”. “Yes it was mum” he replied, “I guess you can see the picture, why, what is wrong” he said opening it up to the contact page again, then showing her the picture. “Nothing is wrong sweetie” said Wendy, looking once more to be certain. “Oh my, I was right, it is her” said Wendy, “tell me is your mothers name Leslie, she went to St. Mary’s Girls College after she finished school”. “Yes her name is Leslie” replied Alex, “I think that is where she went to college, why do you ask, what is wrong”. “Nothing is wrong I promise” said Wendy trying to calm down Alex, placing her hand on his leg again. “I have to tell you that your mum and I are old friends from college, we are still in contact via facebook today, we still keep up with each others careers”. Alex looked shocked when he found out, he had just been made to orgasm in his pull up by one of his mums friends, what would she do and say if she found out, he didn’t know what to say. “There were three of us that used to be best friends in college” said Wendy, “your mum, me and a girl called Val. I think she moved to the coast somewhere”. When Alex heard this it all kind of made sense, he was pretty certain that the person he was going to stay with was the same Val that Wendy was now talking about. His mum told him that she was a friend and trusted her to look after Alex, he thought that it might be good to phone her and tell her who he was sitting next to. “Bare with me a moment please Wendy” said Alex as he pressed the button to call his mum “Hi mum” said Alex when his mum answered, “nothing to worry about, I am safe and ok, I just have someone sitting next to me that you might want to chat to”, Alex then gave the phone to Wendy. “Leslie, Leslie Jones, is that really you” said Wendy, “It’s me, Wendy, from facebook, it’s such a surprise to find myself sitting on a coach next to your son, he is such a cute little thing”. Alex sat and starred out of the window for a while, letting Wendy have a chat to his mum, only picking up on the odd thing, “yes he is fine”, “oh don’t worry about that”, “no little accidents”. The last little snippet made his eyes turn back toward Wendy, looking at her having a good idea what they are talking about. “Well it has been great talking and hopefully we can meet up soon” said Wendy to Alex’s mum, “I will take good care of him until we get to Val’s, bye for now”. Alex said a quick goodbye to his mum, her final words telling him that Wendy would look after him until he got to Val’s, she trusted her totally. Part 9 “Well young Alex” said Wendy, “it looks like we will be seeing a lot more of each other than we both thought”, “Your mum is going to speak with Val to see if she has availability for me as well, then we can have lots of fun over the summer”. Alex wasn’t quite sure whether this was going to be a good thing or a bad thing. Yes he liked Wendy and enjoyed what had happened between them, but he was hoping to get some time to himself to be able to rest, relax and chill out a bit. Before he had chance to say anything to Wendy, his phone was ringing with the picture of his mum showing on the front of it. “Hi mum” he said when answering, “what’s up, what do you want, I have only just finished talking to you”. “Nothing to worry about sweetie” replied his mum, “just pass on a message to Wendy for me” “Tell her that I have spoken to Val and everything is sorted, there is a room waiting for her and I will be joining you later once I get finished up here”. “Okay mum, no problem, take care and don’t overdo things” replied Alex, “I will let Wendy know”, “Bye for now, love you mum”. “Love you too sweetie, take care and be good for Wendy and Val” replied Leslie, thinking how sweet her little boy was; she wanted him back, her little baby boy. “That was my mum on the phone again” said Alex looking at Wendy, “she says that everything is sorted with Val, there is a room waiting for you to stay in and she will join us later”. Alex decided not to mention the part about being good for her and Val; he thought that it would give Wendy the illusion that Alex had to be with her all the time. He wanted his own time when he could get it, to be able to do what he wanted, when he wanted, in his regular underwear and not in pull ups, or worse still the pink pull ups given to him by Wendy. Wendy thought to herself that things could not be more perfect, should would be staying with an old friend; have Alex staying in the same house, then hopefully the three best friends being reunited where they could concentrate on Alex. Little did Alex know but it was no coincidence that Wendy had found him, Leslie had told her where his coach would be stopping. Leslie had arranged for Alex to be staying with Val, as she knew Val would be only too happy to help her with her need to get her little boy back. She had told Val about his bed wetting and told her of the little surprise she had put in his suitcase, just to make sure that Alex did not try and dispose of it. By the time she was joining them, she hoped that Alex would be in pull ups and nappies full time, not really knowing what was happening to him. Alex leaned back in his seat, watching the world going by; completely unaware of what was in store for him, looking forward to his well earned break. Without even realising it, his hand had slipped to his lap where he was slowly rubbing across his shorts, his fingers then moving the material so that he was able to touch his pull up; the soft pink pull up that Wendy had put him in. Wendy was watching him all this time, seeing him play with the edge of the pull up was getting her aroused, she saw him slipping further and further into the sweet little one that Leslie wanted him to become, but he was totally unaware of it. She put her hand on top of his, just as he was playing with the pull up; she hoped he wouldn’t be startled too much. He looked down, only then realising what he had been doing; he was now blushing; the redness filling his cheeks in embarrassment. Wendy slowly moved his hand and placed it on her leg, and then slowly moving it up and down, she wanted to push him further, make him want to be with her. She finally moved his hand to rest between her legs, wondering what sort of reaction this would bring, had he ever been with a woman before. She was rewarded with a noticeable bulge showing in his shorts, she began to wonder if she could get him to orgasm once more, but this time in his girls pull up. Part 10 Alex was now growing bright red with embarrassment, he was unable to control the reaction in his shorts, he wasn’t even touching them and neither was Wendy, but the feeling he had just touching Wendy was like electric flowing through him. He was unable to control his emotions and this was obvious for Wendy to see, she knew she was being unfair playing with the emotions of Alex, but needed to get some release for herself. With her hand still firmly on top of Alex’s, still resting between her legs, she needed to know something, she needed to question him. “Alex my little sweet” whispered Wendy into his ear, “Have you ever been with a woman before, have you ever touched one, it’s ok, you can be honest with me”. Alex was not surprised to hear this, considering the delicate situation he was in, but what could he say, how could he admit to her that even though he was 18, soon to be 19, he had never had a girlfriend, let alone been with a girl before. He had been kissed by girls, but only because he was such a sweet and caring boy when around them. He looked up towards Wendy, their eyes meeting, he wanted to say something but just couldn’t, and he just gently shook his head from side to side. Wendy had a feeling what his answer would be before even asking, but she just needed to know from him. She wanted him to have his moment at some point, but now would not be that time; instead she just removed both their hands from her legs. Holding him closely, she looked into his eyes, “Don’t worry about that little one, we will make sure that at some point you get to enjoy the experience”. “But for now, do you need to use your pull up, did little Alex have fun last time, but I am sure you would love to have some fun in your little pink pull up”. While Alex was thing whether or not he could go through with it again, the coach driver made an announcement. “We will be arriving in the next hour at the final stop, this will be the place for all passengers to leave the coach, I hope you have had a good journey with us today”. Wendy saw this as an opportunity to help Alex once again, “There you go sweetie” she said to him, “soon we will be arriving, then we will be off to Val’s guest house for our lovely holiday. So if you want to have a little fun we can get you cleaned up at Val’s”. He hadn’t thought about Val for some time, he had never met her, but he had wondered if Wendy knew her as well. His mum told him that she was a friend of hers and she would look after him once he arrived, but that was before Wendy entered the equation. He knew his mum had made arrangements for her to stay as well. All he could think was that his holiday was certainly going to be different. Alex had come so far in just a few hours, he loved being made to cum in his pull up, but now he was in a girls pink pull up, this would feel so different, but he thought he needed to try, the feeling felt so good to him last time. He looked at Wendy, and then simply said “yes please”. Wendy felt so pleased, he loves the emotions set off within him, maybe this will be easier and more fun than Leslie thinks, and her little boy would be putty in her hands once finished. “Okay sweetie, let me help you achieve what you need, just lift up slightly, I think you will enjoy it better”. Alex didn’t even think about it, he lifted his body allowing Wendy to lower his shorts, leaving him sitting there in just a pink pull up. She put her arm around him, drawing him close to her, then placed her other hand on top of his pull up. She then slowly started to rub the front of it for him, feeling him growing within. Without realising Alex’s hand was now playing with the edge of the pink material, rubbing it and flicking it between his fingers, all the time enjoying the touch of Wendy on his front. He was moaning softly, shivers running through him, unable to control his feelings, unable to stop himself from getting closer and closer to erupting once again. “Come on my sweet little Alex” whispered Wendy, “let yourself go, let your emotions out, empty yourself into that cute girly princess pull-up, let those feelings come out”. Alex could not hold out, he had no choice, but surprising himself he erupted into the pull up at the moment Wendy mentioned the words “cute girly princess pull-up”, it acted like a trigger, fluid flowing from him, the front of the pull-up getting slightly darker with the wet spot forming before him. Part 11 Wendy was feeling so happy and pleased with herself, she knew that the main goal was to help Leslie achieve her wishes, but she was going to make sure she had her fun along the way. Leslie had told her she could play with her little boy as she would have to wait until she joined them, but Leslie thought that it would be easier getting Alex to do whatever they wanted if he was getting some fulfilment himself. With her hand now resting on his pull up, Wendy looked at him, “Aww, Alex sweetheart, you are such a good boy, I bet that feels all nice doesn’t it”, “But we need to get your shorts back on, we will be arriving shortly and Val will be there to meet us”. Alex was so much out of it with his own personal enjoyment; this brought him back to his senses. He quickly pulled up his shorts, wanting to be covered up ready for when they stopped in the bus station, he knew people would be moving around so didn’t want to arouse suspicion. Wendy could see him trying to make sure he was all covered up again, she thought it so sweet and innocent, but by the time they had finished with him there would be none of it. He would not care who saw him and where he was, he would be that little boy for his mum and her friends. Within minutes the coach was pulling into the bus station, people were up and about, rushing around the coach trying to get their things together. Wendy made sure that Alex stayed still in his seat, letting everyone else start to leave until she was ready to leave. Eventually they got up out of their seats, Wendy passed down Alex his back pack from the luggage rack, then brought hers down, and then after checking they had everything, they walked down the front of the coach and then got off. Alex was now for the first time for as long as he could remember wearing a pull up in public, but not only that, he was wearing a girls pink pull up, one that was all damp inside because of his own excitement. He followed Wendy away from the coach, heading towards an area where some people had gathered to greet friends that had travelled. Alex did not know Val by sight, it had been quite some years since Wendy had seen her friend, but when things had settled, there was only one lady left standing there. Wendy went over towards her, “Val is that you, it has been such a long time but you’re still so tall and elegant”. “Hi Wendy” replied Val, “it has been so long but Leslie sent me a few pics from your Facebook so I would recognise you”. They had a warm embrace before Val turned her attention to Alex, looking him up and down, “Well hello sweetie, you must be my little guest for the next few weeks, it’s so good to finally meet you, and your mum has told me so much about you”. Alex went to shake her hand, but Val just put her arms around him, pulled him close and hugged him tightly. He could feel her arms around him and her hands then giving his bottom a little squeeze, if only to confirm her knowledge of him. When they stepped apart, Wendy and Val started loading the luggage in her 4x4, giving Alex chance to clearly look her over. She was taller than both Wendy and his mum, maybe a bit older as well, long flowing dark hair, slim body with large breasts that pressed against her tight clothing. If it had been in any other situation he could even have found himself attracted to Val, she was older yes, but so pretty. This was going to be a lot harder for him now, Wendy had him wanting her, Val was just as pretty and she would be looking after his special requirements for night time. “Right then Alex” called out Val, “no day dreaming, get in the car, then I can get you and Wendy settled in, I am quite sure that you could do with a bath or shower”. Alex went over to the car where Val had the back door opened for him, Wendy already seated in the front. He was a bit surprised to see a 5 point harness attached to the seat, but with a few boxes on the other seat had no choice but to get in. “Oh I am sorry about this Alex” said Val, “I had my niece staying last week; her mum insisted that I had the harness fitted”, “It should fit you; she is quite big for her age whereas you are small for yours”. Before he could say anything, she was securing him in, including fastening the crotch strap up between his legs. Part 12 Alex was left speechless as he was fastened into the back of the car, a position that unknown to him he would become accustomed to in the not so distant future. He thought about protesting but knew that if he caused any trouble, his mum would find out. While everything was going on, there was still one thing in the back of his mind, his mum had made the arrangements and he could never bring himself to upset her in any way. He sat quietly in the back of the car listening to some music playing, whilst up front Wendy sat chatting with Val, he couldn’t make out what they were talking about, but occasionally thought he heard his name being mentioned. It was only a short ride before they pulled up outside a large house at the end of a road, just off the main seafront, but looking out over a beach that appeared quite secluded. Val and Wendy climbed out of the car, before Val came around to his door and opened it, he had tried himself but found the child lock in place on the door. He had to wait for Val to release his harness; it fastened in a way that made it impossible for him to reach the locking point. She went to release him but not before looking down at his shorts, unknown to him they had ridden up enough so that the edge of his pull up was now showing. “Come on sweetie” said Val releasing him from the seat, “let’s get you inside and settled down, I am sure that you could do with a bath and a change out of those”. The last part was said as she had her hand on his pull up, rubbing the edge of it. He went to the back of the car to collect his case, but not knowing what little surprises his mum had packed in there for him. His usual underwear had been replaced with much thicker terry cotton pants, ones that would be better described as a pair of training panties for toddlers. Then there was the usual pull up which he wore for sleeping in at night, but the special surprise was the cloth nappy and plastic pants she put in there, one just like those he had been viewing on-line. They made their way into the house, Alex was impressed with what he saw, very large hallway, very well furnished but all looking slightly feminine, but at the same time very homely. From his position in the large waiting area, he could see out over the sea, the beach looked very private but that was perfectly ok with him. Wendy had already gone up her room by the time Val had collected Alex’s room key, “Come along Alex, let’s go find your room, I am sure you will, it is right next to mine, so I can keep an eye on you like I promised your mum”. They made their way up the first flight of stairs, then along a corridor after going through a door marked private, “It’s ok Alex” said Val, “I just wanted to make sure that you get some nice peace and quiet, sometimes the guests can be a bit noisy”. Finally they reached a door marked with a little sign saying “ALEX”, which was a bit of a shock to him, he hadn’t realised how much trouble Val had gone through. The door was unlocked by Val and Alex was greeted by daylight once again. Before him stood a vast room, with a large double bed against one wall, directly opposite was a large TV mounted to the wall, then a dresser with plenty of drawers for his clothes. There was also a large dressing table with its own chair, but to his surprise in the corner a desk with a laptop computer on it. “That was a present from your mum for doing so well at school” said Val as she saw him looking at it, “through that door over there is your own private bathroom, the other door leads to my room but it is locked so don’t worry about that”, “The last door over there is the walk in wardrobe, but I think the dresser will be ok for your things”. “So let’s get you unpacked then you can have that nice warm bath that we both know you need”. Unaware of its contents, Alex lifted up his case onto the bed, but as it landed he thought he heard something rustling, Val came over to him, putting her arm around him, “That noise is only the protective mattress cover I put on the bed for you, your mum did tell you that she told me about your little problem and the last thing we want is for your bed to get wet. We can deal with a wet sheet or two but not a wet mattress”. He did remember what his mum had told him, so in all fairness it was to be expected, but it was just the shock of it, he just looked at Val and smiled. He started to open the case, then once open he undid the luggage straps inside it, removing the towel off the top. Directly underneath where his pull ups, all laying next to each other, which Val picked up and then walked over to the dresser with before laying them in one of the drawers, next to more pink ones which she already had prepared. He removed his t-shirts himself only to find the new underwear selection his mum had packed for him. At first he was unsure what they where, but having given the shirts to Val he quickly picked a pair up, only now understanding what they were. He had seen them on some of the sites he looked at but never imagined he would have some himself, especially not so many. Val came back over to him, looking at what he was holding, “Oh my, aren’t they the cutest little panties ever, so thick and sensible for a sweet boy like you, we will have to take care washing these, we don’t want them losing all that puffiness do we”. With that, Val took them from him and then places them in the dresser, the next drawer down from his pull ups. Alex then removed the next layer which contained some jeans and some more shorts, only to finally reveal the final surprise from his mother. There in plain view was the thickest terry cotton nappy he had seen, resting next to a pair of pale pink plastic panties that where covered in see through organza, with fine lace edging. For Alex he could see straight away what they where, it was something he had looked at so many times before, something he always wanted to try but never had. He was stuck in a trance until Val rested her hand on his, before looking at him, waiting to see if he would say anything. A few moments later with Alex still quiet, Val picked up the nappy and pants, removed it from the case and placed it on his bed next to the pillow. She closed the case, put it under the bed then looked at him, “Now you get undressed, I will go and run the bath. We can discuss the nappy later; there must be a good reason that your mum put it in there”. Part 13 Alex was speechless, he couldn’t believe that his mum had done this, he was trying to work out in his mind what would have made her do it, was there any way possible that she had found out his secret. In his mind he had been so careful, he never left his computer switched on, it was locked with a completely unique password. But while he was still thinking and trying to work things out, he had completely forgotten to get himself undressed, Val returned and caught him day dreaming. “Now come on Alex sweetie, I was hoping you would all ready and undressed ready for your bath” said Val in a sweet and motherly voice, “I can see that I am going to have to keep a firm eye on you in the future”. Before he had chance to start, Val was helping him remove his clothing, the bath was already full ready for him. Off came his t-shirt and shorts, leaving him standing there in just his sock and the cute pink pull up that Wendy put him in. Next off came his socks, just leaving him standing there in that pink pull up. Next thing he knew there was a flash of a camera; he turned to see Wendy standing the doorway taking a few snaps of him. “Forgive me Alex but I just had to have a few pics” said Wendy, “after all, it was me that put that on you”. But before Alex could reply, Wendy was off and gone. She needed to send those pics to his mum. Val took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom, then slowly tore each side of the pull up, before slowly pulling it away from his body. All the sticky cum was now stretching from him to that soft pink material, but the little strings broke away and he was now completely naked. Val looked at him and thought he looked so sweet, she could see now why Leslie wanted to get her little boy back again. Apart from his head, she noted that his body was practically hairless; he really was so young looking for his age. She would make sure that when the time was right, she would have all those stray hairs removed, he would be as smooth as a baby. “Come on sweetie, stop dawdling” said Val, “let's get you in the water before it starts getting cold, I will be back shortly to check on you”. With that Val helped Alex into the water and then gave him a large sponge to wash himself with, before leaving him alone to enjoy the nice hot water. He sat there for a while trying to take in what had happened over the last few hours since those services on the motorway. He knew things had changed, some of the things he wanted where starting to happen, but not quite in the way he expected. His peace was soon disturbed by a returning Val, but now she had a long length PVC apron on, her hair tied back out of the way. She came into the bathroom with a large fluffy white bath towel and put it down on the vanity unit. “Just as I thought” she said, “I leave you here to wash yourself and once more I find you day-dreaming, I think that I had best take care of things”. Without another word, she grabbed the sponge off Alex, added some all over baby wash, and then proceeded to wash Alex from head to toe, not even blinking when she got to private parts. She simply grabbed hold of his pee pee, and then washed it all over, top to bottom. Once she was done she had him stand up in the water, then she proceeded to wash between his legs, running her soapy fingers all over his bottom and between his cheeks. Alex was enjoying the touch once more, he wanted to say something, he was a young man and old enough to wash himself, but his natural instinct was to let her take over. All too soon for him it was over and she was taking his hand to help him out of the bath, then wrapping his soft skinned little body in the large fluffy towel. She dried him off in a motherly way, taking care to ensure he was totally dry, before leading him back into the bedroom. “Now I think it is still quite early, so let’s get you some clean underwear out, then get you dressed and I think we can go and get some dinner”. Val thought about using the nappy but decided that bedtime would be a far more appropriate time for its introduction to Alex. Instead she picked a pair of his thicker underwear from the dresser, ones she knew where actually training panties. She added a bit of powder to his private area, and then helped him into the panties, pulling them up making sure they were nice and snug. Next she gave him a t-shirt and shorts to wear, both plain white, followed by some small socks and then his white trainers. He loved the touch of Val while being dressed, she was stern like a mother would be, but at the same time so soft and gentle with him. He was once more getting aroused in his panties, something that didn’t go unnoticed to Val, but this would have to wait until later. “Come on sweetie, let’s go and get you some dinner, then you can have a look around the place, you might like what you see”. Apologies to all who have been reading, I got a bit snowed under with work so this had to take a seat on the backburner. Hopefully I will have more time to write once more. Chapter 14 Val took him by the hand and led him from his bedroom, back down the corridor they had come along. It was only just dawning on him that he was not going to be eating dinner in private; he would be going to the main dining room where all the other guests where eating. He worked out that the guest house was not huge, but it was full so there would be quite a few people there, probably all wondering who the young man all dressed in white was. Val had a few guests that were staying for the summer as well as Alex and Wendy, she was sure that they would want to meet little Alex at some point. When they reached the dining room, Wendy was already there sitting at a table, he could see the other place setting so knew that he must be joining her. As he made his way across the room he only really found his eyes meeting with two other ladies sitting together, both looking about the age of Val, wearing sleeveless tops and trousers, one dark hair and the other a blonde. He thought they were quite attractive even though they were older, but looked fit and trim at the same time. They smiled as he walked passed them before taking his seat with Wendy, the only two in the room that made eye contact with him. Val could see they noticed little Alex, “I see that Hannah and Angela have noticed you sweetie” said Val, “they are staying all summer just like you, they come every year for the summer season, selling their clothing at a stall in the summer market. When they are off they love to keep fit, I am sure you will love to meet them at some point”. Alex was ok with the keeping fit side of things, that is why he was always so slender, but he did wonder what they sold, assuming it to be ladies clothing, but he would find out another time. “Now don’t you look a handsome little boy” said Wendy, drawing Alex’s attention back to her and Val, “you look so sweet all dressed in white, we must make sure you have a nice big napkin to keep you clean”. That was when Val reached around him, putting the dark pink napkin in his lap, before tucking another in his shirt collar, draping down his front. Val then left Wendy and Alex to bring out the first course for everyone. They both enjoyed some tomato soup, and then chicken with potatoes before dessert was served. Everyone except Alex had cheesecake, but he was given ice cream with little sugar sprinkles on the top. He wondered why at the time but loved ice cream so didn’t bother to ask. With dinner over, Wendy retired to her room to do some work she had brought from the school, leaving Alex once more in the care of Val. “Now then sweetie” she said to him, removing his napkins and wiping his mouth and face, just like a mother would to a little child, “Why don’t we go for a little walk and I can show you the beach and the seafront”. “Do you need to use the bathroom first” she asked him, just loud enough for Hannah and Angela to overhear, causing a little smile and giggle from them. “I guess I better had” replied Alex, the last thing he wanted was to be caught short. So standing up Val once again led him back through the dining room, before taking him to his bathroom. But what shocked Alex was that she went in with him and without a word, lowered his shorts and training pants before pushing him down onto the toilet seat. “It's ok Alex; I have had a son of my own, so I have seen it all. Now you go pee pee for Aunty Val, I did promise your mummy I would take care of you”. Alex was lost for words, he didn’t know what to say, what to do, so he just sat down and did his best to let his pee flow out. He stood up and was about to pull his pants back up when he got a look from Val that said just one thing, hands off! So instead he just stood still and let her take care of things. She then wiped his little cock softly, before sprinkling some baby powder over it, then sliding his training panties back up. Now she was smoothing them out, rubbing him gently to get a reaction from him. It worked, she was now feeling a little bulge growing in his pants, and Alex was wriggling slowly at her touch, so she carried on. She then had him step out of his shorts, leaving him standing there in just the training pants, socks and trainers. While still rubbing him she reached into a cupboard and pulled out a pair of clear plastic pants, wanting to put him into them as soon as possible. “Now come on sweetie, be a good boy for Aunty Val, lets slip these onto you then we won’t have anything leaking through that we need to worry about”. He was like putty in her hands, the feeling flowing through him once more that he had experienced with Wendy. He put one leg then the other into the pants, before Val slowly lifted them up his smooth legs, pulling them into place. She now need to reward him she thought, let him see how good he was for letting her do this to him. Val now had her hand rubbing and caressing the front of him, her other hand now inside the back of his panties, holding his soft pink botty cheeks. A stray finger slowly edging towards his soft little hole, she knew she would have that one day soon. “Come on sweetie, show Aunty Val what a good boy you are, let it all out, you know you want to cream you soft terry panties, especially now you are safe in your plastic pants”. Alex was now beyond the point of no return, he wanted to release so much, Val had done the same to him that Wendy had before. Then suddenly he tensed up and just as Val’s finger touched his little hole, he squirted into the training pants. “Oh you perfect little darling” said Val to him softly, “I bet that felt so nice didn’t it, I bet you are glad we put your plastic pants on, such a lot of wet sticky cream would have soaked through your new training pants”. Chapter 15 Alex was left standing there with emotions running through his body like nothing he had never felt before. Val had made him feel so special, he wanted to thank her but felt too embarrassed to say anything, he had enjoyed it but it should have felt so bad. He looked at her but just could not bring himself to say anything. Instinct told Val that she had him all mixed up inside, he had been dressed as pure and innocent as possible but still in adult clothes, well on the outside anyway. Then without any fuss she had taken him into the bathroom to use the toilet, before getting him all worked up and making him cum in his little training panties. “Come on sweetie” Val told him, “I think you need a little bit of fresh air to cool you down and let you get a breather”. Val took him by the hand and led him back out into the corridor before heading outside, but not before collecting a small bag. It held a jumper for both of them in case the air got a bit cool, but they where, unknown to Alex both in pale baby pink. She also had two rain capes in there as it had forecast the chance of a shower later in the evening. On the way out through the door Alex passed both Angela and Hannah, both of them giving his bottom a little pat on the way through the door before giggling. It was as though the sound of his plastic pants was echoing to them; he began to wonder if they knew already, or if not, how long it would be before they found out. Leaving the guesthouse entrance, Alex once again found himself hand in hand with Val, well more so Val taking his hand. With every little step he took he could feel the damp patch in the front of his pants pressing against his skin, he knew that if it weren’t for the plastic pants there would be a large wet spot showing. He knew that Val had left him this way for her own enjoyment, but maybe for his own humiliation. But after a while he had gotten used to the feeling and carried on as though nothing mattered. Val carried on walking trying not to look down on her sweet little charge, but she kept having the odd little glance at him, seeing the conflict in his face, looking at the picture of innocence, still dressed all in white. They approached one of the shelters along the sea front so Val decided it was time to sit down and add a layer of clothing now that the sun was setting. Val sat down and lifted Alex onto her knee, the size difference between them making the job quite easy. “I think it’s time for a sweater for both of us sweetie” said Val, “we don’t want to catch cold, your mummy would never forgive me”. “Here we go” said Val reaching into her bag and pulling out two sweaters, “I hope you don’t mind that I got matching ones for us, they where the first ones I grabbed out of the cupboard”. Val tried to make it sound like a coincidence she had picked two pale pink sweaters, but that had been her plan all along. “I guess it doesn’t matter” replied Alex, “it’s not as though mine is a girls or ladies one”, not really knowing one way or the other just making a logical assumption. “It does feel really soft though” said Alex, “it will keep me nice and warm”. Val proceeded to dress Alex in his new sweater knowing full well that it was a girls, it was also a mix of lamb’s wool and angora, designed to be super soft on smooth skin. She knew only too well that it would tingle the soft blonde hairs on his arms; what few of them there were. She then proceeded to put her own on, before giving Alex a small carton of juice with a little straw in it. When they set off again, Alex once again hand in hand with Val, they looked like mother and child, from a distance they could have been mistaken for mother and daughter with Alex dressed in pink and white. Val now understood more and more why his mom wanted him back as her little one, he was so unassuming and innocent with regards to the big wide world, he needed the close love and attention, and so far that is what he had been getting. Alex finished his drink while walking along, Val pointing out small things along the way; the best part of the beach; where he could swim and where to get the best ice cream. Alex tried to pay attention but was having a bigger problem, the need for the bathroom. The little mess he had made in his trainer pants earlier, combined with the carton of juice now meant he needed to visit the bathroom. “Erm Aunty Val” said Alex, wondering what to say, “is there anywhere with a bathroom nearby, I need to use one”. Val thought for a moment, wondering whether it was too soon to have Alex wet himself, she so wanted to but decided that outdoors would be unfair to him. “Come on sweetie, there are some toilets further along” she said, “can you be a good boy and hold on for me, it’s not far”. Alex had little choice but to carry on hoping that he wouldn’t leak anything, he was now quite relieved to be wearing the plastic pants. They soon reached the bathroom but there was a sign on the door of the mens room saying it was out of order, saying the next was about 15 mins away. He knew he could not hold for that long so rather than take a boy into the ladies; Val opened the door to the baby change room, knowing it would be empty this time in the evening, then pulling Alex in behind her. To avoid adults using this room as a toilet, there was only a potty chair in the corner suitable for a child, so Val told Alex he would have to use it. To stop him getting his white shorts dirty by touching the floor, Val insisted that he take them off first. So he soon found himself sitting on a child’s potty, wearing only his trainers and socks with his white polo and pink jumper. With Alex looking down, Val took the opportunity to take a quick picture of him, before sending it to his mum. “Are you all done sweetie” said Val bringing him back to his senses, “stand up so I can wipe you dry”. Val took hold of his little cock and gently dabbed it dry with some paper, still seeing the remains of the shiny cum glistening on his skin. “I think that we will have to give someone a shower when they get home, you really did fill your panties for Aunty Val didn’t you, you where such a good boy”. Those words from Val only had one effect on young Alex, I made him excited once again, but all Val did this time was to clean him further with his cloth training pants. When she finished, she held them out and looked at Alex, “You can’t wear these back home, they are far to damp for your delicate skin” “I am afraid that you will just have to wear your plastic pants under your shorts, but I am sure that you will be ok” “Come on; let me put them back on you”. Val slid the plastic pants back up his legs, fitting them over his bottom and pulling them up at the front, but his now semi stiff cock pointing upright beneath the soft PVC. She then helped him back into his shorts, fastening them up, and then patting the front of them. “Come on sweetie” said Val gathering their things, “time to head back I think”. The first few steps Alex took where the strangest ever to him, the soft PVC now caressing him with every step he took, making him harder and harder. But Val just gently smiled at him, wondering how long he could hold on for. Chapter 16 The light was beginning to fade as the sun started to set out over the sea, the temperature still relatively warm but the need for the soft jumper Alex was wearing justified with the sea breeze. It was the first time he had really noticed the small resort he would be spending his summer in, somewhere he could feel safe, already finding himself being very intimately cared for by Val and Wendy. As they carried on along the sea front back towards Val’s guesthouse, Alex found himself getting more and more excited within the confines of his plastic pants, the soft smooth PVC encasing his little private parts, rubbing him slowly with each step he took. Val knew full well the effect it was having on little Alex but was not letting up and carried on walking, her hand gripping tightly to that of Alex, making sure the pace was kept up. As they approached the shelter they stopped at on the way down, the sky clouded over very quickly from the land, a few droplets of rain starting to fall. They just made it in time before the rain got heavier; joined at the same time by two ladies that had come from the opposite direction. It was only when they all met at the same side of the shelter that Alex could see it was the two ladies from the guest house that had spoken to him earlier; Hannah and Angela. “Hello there sweetie” said Hannah, surprised to see Alex standing there, “don’t you look all nice and warm in that soft pink sweater” “I might have to ask Val where she got that, I would love one like that myself, it looks so soft and girlish, maybe Val will take us shopping for one”. Val looked down at her little companion, she loved how embarrassed he would get but still not say anything. “I think I can find time to show you where they came from” said Val, “it would be a good idea to get another for Alex for these cooler summer evenings, maybe one in lemon or white, what do you think Alex”? Alex was caught with nowhere to go, he had to be good and didn’t want to anger Val, even though the colours she mentioned where just as childish and girlish as the pink one he was wearing. “Maybe it would be a good idea” replied Alex, “it does feel nice and warm”. He answered as best he could hope that in time they would forget about the idea. “It looks like this rain is set for the evening” said Angela, “I do hope you have a coat to keep your soft wool nice and dry Alex”. But before he could answer Val had her hand in the bag she was carrying, “I thought I would bring these just in case” replied Val pulling out a folded up PVC raincoat, “you never can tell with this sea air”. Hannah took the coat from Val and opened it up, letting out a pleasant smile and little giggle when she saw that it was pale pink, but still see-through. “Come along Alex” she said, “let me help you on with this then you can be on your way, back home to nice warm bath before bedtime”. Hannah held the coat out while Alex slipped his arms in without any arguments; it was soft and smooth, and quite figure hugging to him. Hannah smiled to him as she closed the front and did up the buttons. Her hands smoothed it out around his body, only then did she hear the rustling of his panties, those plastic ones that had caressed him all the way to his present location. Val could see that Alex was getting embarrassed again, his shorts slightly tenting at the front again, she wondered if he would react to Hannah touching him the same as when she did. “Please excuse me for a moment” said Val, “I need to make a phone call, and I just remembered I had forgotten to order something for tomorrow”. “Now Alex, you stay here with Hannah, I will be just around the corner”. All of the phone call talk had been an excuse made up by Val, but none of them knew that apart from her. Once Val was around the corner, Hannah sat down on the bench and lifted Alex onto her lap, holding him close with one arm, her other hand now resting on top of the bulge in his pants. “Do you like your plastic pants sweetie” she whispered to him, “I bet they are so soft and smooth rubbing on your little pee pee, have you already been naughty in them”? Alex just looked at her and nodded, he knew that without anyone stopping her, he would soon have another mess in them. Hannah now had her hand inside the shorts and was playing with him, rubbing him slowly, telling him quietly and softly that he was such a sweet boy. “You are going to make the perfect little one for your mummy” said Hannah to him, something which he secretly wanted but had still never let out. “Now be a good little boy and fill your panties for Aunty Hannah, let all that boyish little cream out”. This was getting too much for him, his body tensed up more and more with each touch from Hannah, until she whispered one last comment, “You will be doing this lots and lots when with me, I guarantee” That sent Alex over the edge; he began to spurt more of his creamies into the panties. Chapter 17 Hannah held Alex close while he did his best to regain his composure, there was a grin on her face from side to side, enjoying so much what she had just put the poor boy through, but now looking forward even more to the next time she play with him. Alex was coming back to his senses when he felt Angela run her fingers through his hair, “Awww, such a sweet little boy” she told him, “I can’t wait to go swimming with you tomorrow”! Alex new nothing about this but felt strangely comfortable with all the ladies he was now acquainted with, no matter what they seemed to be doing to him. He had been through so many emotions so far but all of them so pleasurable. Val had finished her so called phone call and re-appeared from the other side, but she had been watching Alex without him knowing, loving every moment of it. But now was the time to take him home and get him settled for the night, he had had quite a day so far and must have been exhausted. “Come along little one” said Val, “I think it is about time we were going, I am sure that you will have plenty of time to play with Hannah and Angela”. Alex just blushed at the thought, wondering what Val meant, but his mind was brought back to the present moment as soon as he stood up. All that fluid was now gathering once more in the bottom of his plastic panties. His little balls now coated in the emissions that both Val and Hannah had coaxed from him. So finally with his pink PVC raincoat fastened up, his hood pulled up, Val took him by the hand and they set off back towards the guesthouse. The walk back was quiet, neither saying much, both getting covered in the rain that was still falling, but Alex quite happy to be dry in his coat, even if it was pink. Once safely back indoors, Val helped him off with his coat. “Well I think it is time for you to go have a bath” said Val, “I am sure that your pants must be quite full by now, I can’t leave you in them, now can I”. Val led him upstairs back towards his bathroom, to be greeted by Wendy coming out of her room, “Well hello sweetheart” said Wendy, “I hope you have had a nice walk”. “Are we going for a nice warm bath”? “Yes” replied Val before Alex could speak, “his little underwear didn’t last too long”, “But it is ok, his plastic pants managed to hold all his little messes, so I think it time to get him cleaned up before bed”. “Well I can’t let you do all the work” said Wendy, “you go and check that all is ok with the staff and guests, I will get Alex started with the bath”. Wendy took Alex to his bathroom, and then started the water running in the bath while she slowly proceeded to remove his clothes. Alex felt a little nervous as this was the first time Wendy had actually seen him totally naked. While she turned off the water, Alex was left to stand in just his plastic panties, the see-through PVC doing nothing to hide all the cumsie sloshing around inside. Wendy turned around to look at him, knowing full well what had happened, Val actually messaged her earlier to let her know what fun they had been having. “My oh my” she exclaimed trying to be surprised, “you really have been enjoying yourself haven’t you”. She spread a towel on the floor, then slowly lowered the panties from Alex, strings of white cum hanging from his skin, leaving his little cock and balls all shiny. Once he had stepped out of them she wondered for a moment, thinking would he taste it, but then thought that could wait for another time. “Right then, into the bath with you” said Wendy, “I will just wash these out in the sink then we can make sure that you are all clean”. Alex lowered himself into the water, sinking slowly under all the soft bubbles that now surrounded him, trying his best to wash as quickly as possible. He looked around for a sponge but there was none to be found, a washcloth neither, he now knew he would not be washing himself. “Right then little one” said Wendy, turning her attention back to him, now holding a large sponge in her hands, “let’s get you all washed and clean, then Val will be back to get you dressed for bed”. “But...but..but” stammered Alex, “I can wash myself if you give me the sponge, I am sure I can manage”. “Nonsense” replied Wendy, kneeling down at the side of the bath, “we all promised your mummy that we would take good care of you, and so that is what we will do”! With that she put her fingers in the bubbles and then brought some up and dabbed them onto Alex’s nose, causing Alex to giggle as he accepted his fate, he could never go against his mums wishes no matter how strange they seemed. Wendy then plunged the sponge in to the water, then brought it up to Alex’s chest and began to wash him, making sure that no place was left untouched. With the top of his body done, Wendy had Alex get on his hands and knees in the bath, where she proceeded to wash his bottom before turning her attention to between his legs. Alex was giggling like a little girl while this was happening; she had now found his ticklish week spot. She slowly washed every part of his little body; his balls, and then finally his little pee pee. He could not help it when it started to grow under her soft touch, but this time he would not be getting any relief from it, the ladies had decided that he had gone through enough today. Just as Wendy finished washing him, Val returned to the bathroom with a very large white fluffy towel in her arms. She could help but laugh when she saw little Alex on his hands and knees in the water, still with a big pile of bubbles sitting on his bottom. “Come on sweetie, it’s time to get you out before you get addicted to those bubbles” said Val, still chuckling to herself. She waited for Wendy to pour some water over Alex’s bottom, before helping him to stand up, then wrapping the big warm fluffy towel around him. “Now don’t you look all snug and warm in there” said Wendy, “I think I can leave you safe in Val’s arms for the rest of the night”. With that she kissed Alex on his head, and then left Val to dry Alex off and get him ready for bed. Leaving the bathroom and going back into Alex’s bedroom, the first thing Alex noticed layed out on his bed was the big white fluffy towelling nappy and the plastic pants that his mum had packed and sent with him.

Hi! My brother has bought me tickets to a performance at the Gothenburg Opera House in Sweden about the Hunchback of Notre Dame. We will be part of the set and be seated on the stage so now I try the best combo of chastity-cage and pads for the panty for the evening to protect the trousers if something happens.

I don't know that it's necessarily a good thing, to be honest. It has nothing to do with being or feeling special. I just don't think exposure is a good idea. I don't wish to be "accepted" by the general population, because it's my private business. Every time one of us has gone on t.v. or whatever, they're basically there to be mocked. My freedoms aren't being infringed upon, so why on earth would I need acceptance from a mob that would probably just mark me down as someone who's mentally unstable? Jesus, people can't get around the idea of people marrying who they want, and I've seen so many ignorant comments calling homosexuality a mental disorder. I can't even imagine something like this being in the open.

Thanks again for the feedback! I appreciate it. Here are the next 2 chapters. Chapter Five Jill and I walked into my bedroom. She held her bag close as I again shut the door and locked it. I had to keep my bases secured! “Okay, John. Now, where are these diapers that you bought?” I went into the closet and dug out the shoebox, then handed it to Jill. She removed the top and smiled. “These are so cute! They’re like a big baby’s diaper!” “Hehe, that’s-that’s why I bought them.” I blushed more. “Awww. Well then, I imagine you might be very embarrassed about me seeing you naked and all, but please know that I’ve seen guys before. So, there’s nothing to worry about.” “O-okay. This is just new for me, so I’m really nervous and excited.” “It’s okay! Would-would you like me to undress you?” Jill asked kindly. “Would I?” I laughed. “Alright then, my baby! Lie down on the bed, please.” I did as I was instructed and faced the ceiling, my legs partially hanging off the end of the bed. “I think it’s time to get you into a fwesh diaper!” Jill cooed as she removed my shorts and boxers. I felt myself melt into the bed. I was half naked, on my bed, with a beautiful young woman waiting to put a diaper on me. I knew that sooner or later I’d become aroused, but I did my best to stop it from happening, for Jill would’ve probably become upset. My entire body turned to putty as she smiled down at me. “What a cutie pie!” Jill said as she placed three diapers and the other baby items on the bed next to me. “Would you like your pacifier?” I nodded with a smile as I felt my face continue to burn with excitement and embarrassment. Jill giggled lightly as she took the pacifier out of the package and gently placed it into my mouth. I sucked on it and couldn’t help but smile even further. “Awwww, what a cute widdle baby! Now, it’s diaper time for you, little man!” Jill opened up the baby wipes and pulled a few out, smiling as she smelled them. “Smells so nice! See?” she said as she waved the wipes in front of my nose. I nodded as I sucked on the pacifier. Jill then slowly started to wipe me down, making sure to get everywhere that the diaper would be covering. The feeling was beyond my comprehension, and I soon felt like I was floating on thin air. “Now, I need your help with this part. Can you help lift your legs up? I’ll still hold onto them, too, I just think it’ll make things easier.” I soon raised my legs just a bit, and Jill cooed and responded with, “Aww, what a good widdle baby!” Jill then placed her one arm under both of my legs as if to lift them, then wiped my backside ever so gently. The feeling was heavenly! I felt a bond between me and Jill that was stronger than any bond I’d ever had with another person…even my own parents. I lowered my legs once Jill was finished, and then she took the canister of baby powder and twisted the cap open. I could immediately smell the infantile scent of the powder as some of it escaped through the little holes on the top of the container. That’s when I couldn’t avoid becoming aroused, and I started to blush and feel a bit ashamed, but I didn’t let Jill know. “Hmm, you like this, eh? It’s okay. I’d be a bit startled if you didn’t get like that during a time like this. Now, it’s time to powder you up, sleepy baby! No dydee rash for you!” she giggled. I sighed and continued to suck on the pacifier as I heard those words escape Jill’s lips. Thankfully she didn’t care about my reaction. That was what I was most afraid of, because while I did feel a sense of bliss, this other feeling wasn’t something that I was expecting, and I was so sure that it would ruin the moment. Boy was I wrong! Jill shook the powder with ease until she was satisfied that my skin was as white as snow. The smell brought my high to a new level as I felt Jill gently rubbing the powder in. I felt my breaths grow shorter as she continued this motion. “Okay, mister. Could you lift up again for me?” I lifted my legs once again, and Jill then powdered my bottom generously, giggling lightly as she did so. I too giggled as I continued to keep the pacifier in my mouth. “You’ve got to be the best baby I’ve taken care of!” she laughed. “Most babies I watch kick and squirm! But not you! No, you’re too good of a baby waby to do that, aren’t ya? Ohhh yes you are!” I’ve heard of people who claimed that they’ve been awakened after going to a spiritual gathering or who’ve found out who they truly were after they’d suffered some form of torture. I for one will gladly admit that this experience brought out every good feeling my body could come up with. It was like I’d just been given some super potent muscle relaxant, only it was laced with some kind of ecstasy that made me think about nothing but the situation at hand. Once done with the powder, Jill then grabbed a diaper off of the bed and carefully opened it up. “Awwwwww, just wook at this dydee! All big and puffy, and so cute with the prints on it! I can see why you got these! I bet they look so cute on you, too! Hehe now I get to find out! Keep those legs up, baby!” Jill said playfully as she waved the diaper around. I did as she instructed, and soon she slid the diaper gently beneath me, making sure that it came up just above my backside. She lowered my legs down and smiled at me some more. “Mmm, you smell so fresh! You know what that means! It’s time to get that cute diaper on you!” She seems as though she’s enjoying this just as much as I am! “Oh yes! Dydee time for you! Here we go!” Jill grabbed the front of the diaper and carefully placed it just above my waistline. She then worked on the left side of the diaper until it was all taped up nice and snug, then did the same on the right side. I’d done it! I’d just been diapered for the first time! “Alllll done! You cute little baby! You and your cute dydee and you lil’ pacifier. Awwwww.” she gently patted the front of my diaper, completely fine with my manhood’s current state of excitement. I went to sit up, but Jill giggled as she pushed me back down, lifted my shirt, and lightly muzzled my stomach, making me laugh. “Tickwish baby! That’s you! Yes it is!” I briefly took the pacifier out of my mouth and gave Jill a heartfelt “thank you.” She again said it was no problem and then told me that the night wasn’t over yet. She asked me if I’d like to crawl around for a bit before she fed me, to which I nodded my head and made my way to the floor. “Hm...would you like me to go down there with you, baby?” “Mhm!” Jill sat down on the floor while I briefly crawled around. She gently patted my diapered butt and tickled me some. After a bit of crawling, she placed both hands on either side of my body, pulled me into her lap and started tickling and muzzling me more, cooing the whole time. “Gootchie goo! You cutie pie! You’re so cute!” she was on a cuteness rampage as she continued to tickle me! I couldn’t help but bust out in laughter and eventually my pacifier fell out of my mouth from laughing so hard. I didn’t cry or anything silly like that. I just laughed even harder, and Jill as well. “I think it’s time for you to eat, mister! Let’s go into the living room, okay? You want to crawl there or do you want me to help you in?” she looked at me with complete adoration, as if I was a real infant. I knew she couldn’t carry me there, but I still wished she could. I asked that she helped me in since I felt a bit silly crawling around. She completely understood and got me to my feet. “Okay baby! Here we go! A little bit at a time! I’ve got you!” Jill said as she grabbed my hand with one of hers and placed her other hand where my diaper and my lower back met. We made our way to the couch, and she told me to wait right there as she got my food ready. I of course complied. I didn’t want to be mischievous or silly…no, I just wanted to be babied and nothing else! Jill came through the hallway as I sat on the couch, and I couldn’t help but smile. I had just as much adoration for her as she did for me, and I think she knew it, because she sat down on the end of the couch and motioned for me to go to her. I moved over to her, and she instantly placed my head up by her shoulder with a pillow against the arm of the couch so I was propped up. She then held me even more tightly than before with her one hand beneath my diapered butt and the other with a bottle in her hand. “I think you know what time it is, baby! Baba time! Drink up!” she cooed as she gently guided the bottle’s nipple to my mouth. I gladly accepted the bottle and soon started sucking away at it as Jill gently rocked me and patted my butt. The feeling, added with everything else that had happened, soon made me appreciate more than just the weekend’s events. My family, my friends, Jill…my life, all just really made me happy. I didn’t think about any assignments I had to do, or how much I was going to miss Jill when she left, or anything negative. I simply thought about where I was then and now. I was a mere baby who was being cared for by a wonderful woman who simply adored the person I was. The bottle was finished in ten minutes, and Jill giggled as she told me in a babyish voice how quick of a drinker I was. “Let’s get those little bubbles out of baby’s tummy. Come on up here.” Jill cooed as she sat me up and placed my head over her shoulder. My legs found their way around Jill, but I made sure that I wasn’t actually sitting on her, as I knew I was a bit bigger than she was. Jill stroked my hair again and started to pat my back and diapered bottom gently as she continued to rock back and forth. I held onto her so tightly at that moment that I didn’t think anyone could’ve gotten us apart if they tried. I was became aroused once again as Jill continued to coo me and burp me. I let out a few fake burps just to add to the feeling, and Jill got a kick out of this. “Awwwwwwww, burpy-wurpy! Good baby boy! Hmmm, I feel something in your diaper…does my baby need another changey-wangey?” she cooed as she looked at me with a grin. Now, Jill knew that I didn’t want to try using my diaper, but I think she asked me this question not because she thought that I had actually used it, but because she knew that it added to the feeling that I’d yearned for. That, and she was obviously aware of my erection. I jokingly shook my head no and laughed a bit. “Are you sure?” “Mhm!” I smiled. “I think you may need a diaper change, baby! Let’s check your cute lil’ dydee!” she cooed even more as she took her hand and pulled on the back of my diaper as if to check it. “Nothing there…” she giggled. Jill then sat me a tiny bit away from her and felt the front of my diaper, which made me squirm with pleasure. “Awwwwwww I tink you need to be changed again! You need another nice, fwesh dydee and some powder, don’t you? Don’t you? Oh yes you do! Yes you do!” I giggled and wondered what Jill had planned. She gently helped me off of the couch and led me back into my bedroom the same way she’d led me out. Instead of laying me back on my bed, Jill took my blanket, laid it out on the floor, and motioned for me to lay down on it. Without hesitation I laid back on the blanket and smiled. I could feel my manhood trying to stick straight up, but the diaper made it impossible. Jill noticed, too. She grabbed the diaper changing supplies off of the bed and gently set them next to me on the blanket. Then, she moved my legs apart and knelt down in between them. “I know you didn’t use your diaper,” she laughed, “I just thought it’d add to the fun and feeling. Here’s your pacifier, mister!” What did I tell you? I accepted the pacifier again and prepared for the last diaper change I’d get for the night. “Let’s get you out of this dydee and into a nice, new one! Yessss. Then baby will be all fwesh and happy! I’ll make sure you’re nice and snug in your dydee again. Ohh yes I will!” Jill leaned over me a bit so she could reach the tapes of the diaper. She ripped open the left tapes, then worked on the right side until the front of the diaper slowly peeled down. I was definitely dry, but Jill still wanted me to feel as babyish as I possibly could. “Awww, you wet your dydee! Poor baby! It okey dokey! Jilly’s here to give you a dydee wydee changey wangey! Oop! And what’s this?” she cooed as she pulled the front of the diaper further down and saw what she had felt earlier. “Aww that must be uncomfortable, being all twapped in your dydee. It’s okay! I’ll take good care of you!” No way. This is a dream! I’ll wake up and she won’t be here! And-oh… Jill covered my manhood with the opened diaper and pressed down a bit. That was when I had to make sure that she wanted this. Part of me couldn’t shake the thought that she may have felt obligated to do this, so I asked if she was okay with it, just to make sure. “Shhh. I’m completely fine with it.” was all she said with a smile on her face. So I allowed her to continue for a moment as my body continued to reawaken itself even further. It made me wonder if this is how someone felt when they woke up from a coma. I could feel the cloth pressed against me as Jill continued to lovingly make me feel extra special. I could barely take it anymore, and I truly thought that I was going to burst, but Jill wouldn’t stop. It was like she wanted me to experience this, and so I did. I no longer restricted myself and let my body finish its natural process. I was invincible! I smiled as if I’d just conquered the planet with Jill at my side! “Alllll better! Now let’s finish getting your diaper changed.” And so she did. Just like before, she started the diapering process, making sure to remove my old diaper, wipe me and powder me generously once again, and get a new diaper all ready for me. This time, Jill baby talked me even further than she had the last time. “Here we go! Another nice dydee for you! Oh yess. So thick and comfy on your widdle bottom! First we lift your legs, then we slide the dydee underneath you, and then we lower you back down. And finally, here it comes! We tape up your cute dydee allllll nice and snug! Awwww there you are!” she said as she gently tickled my stomach with her hand. “Jill…thank you.” “You’re quite welcome. Now, would you like me to cradle you a bit?” I nodded my head, and Jill popped the pacifier back into my mouth as she sat up on the bed and kindly asked me to lay down across her lap with my legs partially lifted. I did as she asked, and she then placed one hand under my diapered butt and the other beneath my back and slowly started to rock me again, making sure to look down at me as if I were nothing but a helpless infant. “My cute baby…yesss it’s cradle time! Back and forth we go…” she hummed as she continued. We sat like that for almost a half hour, Jill and I. This woman was a Godsend, without a doubt. I knew that there’d never be anybody else to replace her in my life, and at that moment, after everything we’d been through and all of the years that we’d gotten to know each other, I then wished to be with her. Jill finished cradling me and asked, “Was that fun?” with a smile on her face. I nodded vigorously and thanked her at least forty times as I hugged her tightly. She returned the hug, only this time she moved in to kiss me, her lips just landing on the edge of mine. One kiss led to another, and we were soon both lying on my bed, kissing each other more and more passionately. Jill removed her pants, shirt, and bra, and I switched back over from a diaper to boxers (hey, that’d be a bit odd if you ask me!). Our make out session lasted for about two hours, and oddly enough, neither of us had sex on the brain; it just wasn’t what we wanted that night. I went to sleep that night with my arms around Jill, dreading the thought of her leaving the following morning. She told me she’d come back another weekend, or that I’d be able to come see her sometime, but I’d soon find out that people change…drastically. Chapter Six The morning came rather quickly on that Sunday. Jill had her things packed in almost no time, and we grabbed a quick bite to eat for breakfast. Both of us had homework to do since we’d spent most of the weekend with each other (not that either of us minded). Once breakfast was eaten, I walked Jill back to her car with a slight feeling of separation anxiety in my chest. Visions of her using her maternal instincts on me strengthened my bond with her, and I knew we wouldn’t be able to see each other for a few more weeks. “It’ll go by faster than you think!” she said as I put her bags in her trunk. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” “Well, I guess this is goodbye!” “Wait, Jill. I—thank you. Not just for last night, but for this whole weekend. I hope you had as much of a good time as I did.” “Yeah.” That one word and the way it was said should’ve been my first clue that something was up, but no. I brushed it off and hugged my friend. Her door closed, and then she was on her way back, away from me. I smiled as I kept thinking about the time we had. From golfing to me being babied, the weekend went by flawlessly, and I felt like a new man. I’d never felt that way about anyone, and Jill allowed me to put so much trust in her! Such a dark secret I had and such a rare thing for someone like me to find a woman like her! But, all good things must come to an end, and I had to learn it the hard way… A couple of weeks had passed. Classes went fine, and the friendship between me and my suitemates grew tremendously. Dan and Chris (my other suitemate) definitely liked a lot of the same things as I did, and we talked about pretty much anything (with the exception of you know what). I knew I’d consider them my brothers within just a few more months! Jill, on the other hand, messaged me less and less with the passage of time. Our conversations would end abruptly with a “I g2g...bye!” and then she’d vanish. No emails, no calls. I told myself that she was busy and that she’d be coming up the following week. She didn’t. Instead, she sent me a text message with some excuse in which I can’t even remember. I was crushed! I’d had my share of people stand me up before, but this time it hurt worse than ever before. I hadn’t even asked her to come and baby me that weekend because I really just wanted to spend some more time with her. Sure, being babied would have been lovely, but at the same time, I didn’t feel that I needed it then. I called Jill on the Sunday of that weekend to ask her if she wanted me to come up to visit her one weekend, but I got her voicemail. What’s the sense in leaving a message? Something’s wrong…but what could it be? Does she hate me? Is she freaked out? I have to know! Unanswered questions ran through my brain for the following three days, and they got in the way of my normal daily routine. I couldn’t focus in class, I wasn’t very hungry, and I kept telling myself that it was my fault. Then that Wednesday night, she appeared on the messenger program. Me: Jill! Where’ve you been? Jill: Around. Me: I’m sorry you couldn’t make it out this past weekend, but I was wondering if you wanted me to come up sometime. I’d love to visit! Jill: Doesn’t matter to me. Something was terribly wrong! This wasn’t Jill! Me: You okay? You’ve been acting kind of strange lately… Jill: Meh. What’s it to you? Me: Are you serious right now? I’m your friend and I care about you! There was no answer for a few minutes. That’s when I knew what would happen, but like a moth that’s attracted to the flame, I went further in. Me: Did I say or do something wrong a couple of weeks ago? I mean, it seems that ever since you left here you’ve stopped talking to me, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself when we hung out. Jill: Oh, John…how do I put this… Was she gay? Did I creep her out? The box was about to be opened! Jill: I just…look. You’re a really great guy. Oh no… Jill: And I did have a great time with you and all, but… No…no! No! This can’t be it! God! She was supposed to be the one! She knows everything! Jill: I just don’t see myself settling down with you. Me: So you stopped talking to me for a few weeks because of it? There must be something else going on, Jill. I’m not stupid, you know. There was a brief period of silence, which only made my level of suspicion higher. I imagine Jill sensed that I was angry even though I was hiding behind a computer monitor. Then, the shocker. Jill: I found out that I’m pregnant. Me: You’re fucking kidding me. Jill: No. I’m not. This guy I met at a party during the first week of college…we had a fling. At first I was torn between you and him, but…he wants to raise the child with me, and he’s a great guy. A nightmare. That’s what this was. A living nightmare. The woman I fell for had just chosen not to catch me, and I hit the ground. Hard. Me: I see…so you just took me for a test drive? Jill: No! Nooo. I mean, I didn’t know if I was in love with you or with Nick at the time. I was confused. She’d slept with another man. She’d found love somewhere else. Her life was ruined, and mine was soon to follow. Me: So this is it? We’re “just friends” now? There’s no hope? No chance for us? Jill: I don’t want you to bear the burden of having to raise my child with me, John. You’re a great guy and you’ve got so much going for you. Me: And once again, I’m left for dead… Jill: Oh come on! Don’t talk like that! Me: No, Jill! I will talk like that! I told you everything! EVERYTHING there is to know about me, and you accepted me for who I am! For God’s sake, you gave me the experience of a lifetime, and this is what happens. You go and sleep with some dude and get knocked up! Jill: … Me: I love you, Jill! You had the opportunity to go out with me and you let it slip through your fingers! Now you’re going out with some guy because he got you pregnant. You can’t be going out with him because you love him, Jill. If you loved him you’d have talked to me about him long ago and you wouldn’t have even thought about going out with me! Then, the bombshell. Jill: Ohhh yeah. Like I’d want to go out with someone who doesn’t want to be a man all of the time. Through the heart her words went. Like daggers they cut deep into me, and I gasped in horror. I grabbed my phone and called Jill, my brain under an irreversible state of shock, rage, and sadness. Her phone rang only twice before she picked up. “John, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mea-” “I can’t believe you!” I screamed as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “You would use my secret against me?! Is that what I am to you?! A half of a man?!” “I-I was mad and—” “You have made a fool of me, Jill, and you have broken my heart!” “John,” I could hear her voice crack, “I’m so sorry…I’m sorry! Please forgive me!” “I will forgive you when I feel that you actually mean that you’re sorry! Until then, don’t talk to me! Don’t call, don’t message me, and don’t even think of me for at least a month!” I shut my phone and threw it on the floor as I sobbed. I’d been betrayed a few times before, but never by somebody so close to me. And to make things worse, she’d delivered a low blow with enough force to bring me to my knees. I couldn’t stand for the half hour following our ugly conversation. The next few days my head kept replaying Jill’s last few words. “Please forgive me!” Forgive her? How could I forgive her when I could no longer forgive myself for sharing with her what I was? My perception of Jill was altered in an instant. As for my perception of myself? Let’s just say that I plummeted to many nights of drinking, sobbing, and shuddering at the thoughts of my old best friend. There was no magic, no surgery, and no cure to piece my heart and soul back together. I would continue to beat myself up over this matter well into the end of my first semester at college, and only after months of tormenting myself would I regain my self-confidence.

Half-way done editing my DM/LB kink book! It will be available within the upcoming week! I'm very proud of how it came out! I'll keep everyone updated on it.

I still try to make it to the toilet but l usually only make it 1 out of every 5 attempts

These are good ideas. I would do very similar to Warmwetandcozy as well as Eddie. I would also give my parents enough to retire and build a house like they want to.

I would get a lawyer then go buy my girlfriend a new car buy a nice house by a nice quiet lake in the middle of nowhere and make one room into a nursery and surprise my girlfriend by asking her to marry me before I told her I won the lottery then I would give her 30% of what's left after the car house and lawyer and use 30% to start a good business to maintain our wealth put 20% into solid valuable assets gold/silver/copper/lead/brass in case of a dollar collapse put the remaining 20% into the bank as a reserve that would leave us pretty well set for life

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I guess I have to disagree with most (but not everyone) here in their replies. I believe, based upon my own experiences with diapers and how people view them is that our "fetish" (if you want to call it that) is hated and feared because it involves going to the bathroom in our pants; long past the age of potty training. Let's face it, even if you do not use diapers for their intended purpose, that is in fact, their intended purpose: to contain the pee and poop in our "pants." When I was growing up in the 1960s, the era of cloth diapers and rubber pants, there was an "attitude" or "view" about "going to the bathroom in your pants." If a toddler wasn't potty trained by the age of two, either the child or the parents were viewed suspiciously: like something was wrong with them. Diapers and rubber pants (what babies wear) were often used as punishment on older children who misbehaved or acted "too big for their britches." The line that separated the worlds of infancy (babyhood) and that of being a "big boy or girl" was diapers and rubber pants. Phrases like, "He's still in diapers" or "She still goes in her pants" were meant to put a child (or adult) in their place by reminding the person that they had to be diapered and that they still "go in their pants." I believe this, more than all the things listed in this discussion, are the real reasons we and our "fetish" are viewed with contempt and fear. Think about it. EVERY HUMAN BEING was in diapers at one time, peeing and pooping their pants in public (at church, home, malls, etc) when they were babies. And these people who judge us, and fear us, well, they all peed and pooped their pants with abandon when they were infants: grunting and tooting, and filling their diapers for their mothers to change. Isn't that really everyone's fear? A "normal" person's fear? When we openly wear or talk about diapers, 99% of all the "normal" people out there KNOW that at one time, they too were in diapers peeing and pooping their pants. We, I think, remind them of their own time spent in diapers peeing and pooping their pants for the first 2 to 4 years of their life. Maybe I'm wrong, but that is my opinion.

I recently went on vacation with my husband and kids and over the course of 10 nights we stayed in 3 different hotels and I never told a single one about my bed wetting as far as I was concerned they didn’t need to know

I think the general understanding of us will improve in time, but it will be a long time because we're generally reclusive and in the shadows with this. And there are few otherwise advocating for us which is far different than with LGBTQ or BSDM. It wasn't that long ago that the average non-involved person would envision a Gay Drag Queen when there was a mention of Crossdressing or Transexualism, but we all see how that has changed for the better. I believe AB/DL can see similar good changes in time. Bettypooh

Yeah, I mean, who knows how long you'll have to wait for another update, given how slowly I write. oh wait, what's this right here? Chapter 6: The Belly of the Beast Bridget put her hands up in a fighting stance, readying herself for combat. Mi'cha skittered slowly forward with a low, rumbling growl. Muscles bulged beneath her skin as she tensed for a final pounce. The vastness of her eclipsed the tiny pinprick of sunlight from the laboratory ahead, so that for a moment, the whole world was chitin and rippling muscle bathed in pale purple light. Mi'cha leaped, and Bridget feinted left then dove right. She floated herself a mere inch from the floor, ducking under one of Mi'cha's ripping claws. But there were just too many sharp, chitinous edges for her to dodge them all. Bridget felt a burning in her side as one slicing leg ripped at her shirt, tearing open a gash in her clothes and the flesh beneath. She pushed through the pain, and fell onto her hands and knees on the other side of her opponent. A hand placed on her wound came away hot and slick with blood. The pain hit her a second later and she screamed. No! nonononono! We're gonna die! <<We will prevail, princess, I promise.>> Val didn't sound entirely sure herself, but Bridget wasn't in a state to argue. <<We'll feed on some of Forzare's minions and be good as new. Remember how I showed you last time?>> Y-yeah. A great ripping sound from behind her told Bridget that at least one part of their plan had worked: They'd found a hallway narrow enough that Mi'cha was having difficulty turning around to finish the job. But the clacking of claws and legs didn't sound like the noises a monster makes when it's given up the chase. <<Focus, little one. Find those two we defeated earlier. They don't have much energy, but it will be enough.>> Bridget could almost feel Mi'cha's breath on her neck, and it shook her concentration. She tried to reach out to find life energy she could sap. But the only thing her mind could see was the overflowing vitality of the monster behind her. Bridget reached out a tendril of her power, attempting to draw Mi'cha's life energy toward her. But it was like trying to suck water through the tiniest, narrowest straw. She pulled with all her might, but instead of the surge of power she'd felt after feeding off the Hellbloods, a mere trickle flowed around the wound in her side. And even as she got to her feet, Bridget heard the thud of four enormous forelegs hitting the ground. But by the time Mi'cha had righted herself and was ready to pounce again, Bridget had sped all the way down the final hallway right up to the sealed entrance of Forzare's laboratory. She fished in her pocket for the prism pistol and felt it ooze up her arm again. Steel or not, she was pretty sure that the laser pistol could blow a hole in Forzare's front door. Bridget had never shot a gun before, let alone a prism pistol before. She'd expected some recoil, but hadn't been prepared for the sheer brightness of it. The searing light stabbed at the darkness, and was answered an instant later by a violet shield thatthrummed to life around the entryway. It devoured the beam from her pistol, until all that remained of it was the imprint that floated in her vision. [[I am grateful, assassin. Master Forzare will be able to see me defeat you on camera, and how good a servant I am, and I shall receive all of the ear-scratches I could ever want! I would thank you, but you will be dead!]] “Yeah, okay, sure. I bet he'll love you get stuck when you try to stab me again.” Bridget took a step forward, making herself look as threatening as possible and trying to hide the pain still throbbing in her side. Mi'cha let out a growl that sounded like a laugh. [[No.]] She brought her stinger down low in front of her, like a chitinous saber. But instead of lunging at Bridget, she tensed the muscles in her tail, sending the venomous tip hurtling toward her target like a spear. Mi'cha's attack was too fast for Bridget to intercept with gravitic power, and she was only saved from the venom by a frantic tumble to the floor. This, however, was exactly what Mi'cha had been waiting for. She scuttled forward, eager to impale the prone Bridget with the sharp claws at the tips of her legs. <<A shift of priorities is in order, little one. I don't think his battle can be won.>> Geez, you think? Bridget rolled out from under a pair of Mi'cha's forelimbs that nearly sliced straight through her head. <<If we create a vacuum around that window and then shatter it, it could be an avenue of escape.>> Or we could be cut to ribbons by broken glass! <<It can't be that dangerous, surely, given our size and density->> Hell no, that much glass at high speeds would cut through unprotected flesh instantly! We'd be dead even quicker than if Mi'cha- And in that instant, contemplating the many and varied directions from which their doom could come, an idea blazed through Bridget's mind. She descended one more time into the purple void, and wrapped herself in gravitic power. There was no point trying to shield herself from Mi'cha's blows or turn them aside, the creature simply had too much mass. So instead, Bridget floated herself just off the ground, and slid her way directly under Mi'cha's abdomen. [[Wha-?]] Mi'cha's legs scrambled wildly, suddenly unable to find their target. The respite wasn't long, however. In a moment, Mi'cha looked down, and raised her arachnoid abdomen with a snarl, preparing to crush the impudent assassin beneath her with sheer bulk. Bridget closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the final moment when the heavy shell smeared her across the floor What the victorious Mi'cha had failed to notice, though, was the gravitic field wrapping itself around the great window Forzare had installed to overawe visitors with the grandeur of his demesne. Small cracks began to form and multiply in its surface. It creaked and groaned under the suddenly multiplied weight of the outside air pressed against it by an invisible, alien hand. It shattered all at once into uncountable pieces,exploding into a slicing storm of shards, thousands of tiny missiles, the entire cloud aimed at the unsuspecting Mi'cha. Bridget hadn't had time to be precise; many of the splinters bounced harmlessly off the organic armor covering Mi'cha's lower half. But even so, many more found their mark in the soft, unprotected flesh of her humanoid torso. The creature roared in agony, reeling from the pain of a thousand tiny cuts. She staggered a few crablike steps, and Bridget could see the sun, its rays stabbing into the sullen darkness, illuminating a path for her escape. [[H-help me...Master Forzare, please,]] she mewled, [[I-I- Everywhere...it hurts so much!]] The telepathic sound of Mi'cha's cries vibrated through Bridget's entire being. It took all her willpower not to stop or look behind. She moved as quickly and carefully as she could, clearing a path through the debris with a swipe of her hand and dodging Mi'cha's flailing claws. She ran to the base of the ruined window and,sailed thorough it into the daylight world outside. Only then, as she began her floating descent did she dare turn to look back at her wounded pursuer. It was a gruesome sight. Thin lines of violent crimson covered her face and chest, tracing from gaping wound to gaping wound. Her hands were folded together, in an almost meditative pose. Dark rivulets of blood ran across her claws, and when the sunlight hit her, Bridget barely kept from vomiting. The slicing crisscross was the least of it. Torn muscle showed its raw pink meat through gaping rents in Mi’cha’s skin. Blood flowed from them, painting the wall scarlet as she crumpled against it. The glass gleamed in the pale light, broken but eerily placid amidst the carnage that it made. Bridget hovered in the air for a moment, transfixed at the gargantuan ruin of her would-be killer. Her eyes refused to focus on any one part of the monster, rejecting the disgusting enormity of what she’d done. Mi’cha’s blue skin was rapidly being stained red, a red that darkened to the hue of rust as she lay there, mewling and twitching feebly. The image stretched into a strangling eternity, as though the world itself had stopped with their battle. The silence was finally sundered by the mechanical grinding of the laboratory entrance. Time seemed to start again. A gaggle of Vector employees had heard the commotion. Most were wise enough to stay back, but a few were curious or foolish enough to approach. Bridget drifted down toward the green plaza below. The landing was less gentle than she would have liked, but she kept firmly on her feet. She made herself invisible again, but it was obvious that the concealing cloak was more frayed and tattered than usual, weakened by her mounting fatigue. <<Magnificently done, princess. That was truly ingenious.>> Thanks, space mommy, she thought back, smiling weakly, but I...I don’t feel so good. A searing flame still burned in her side, and the rest of her felt like dough that had just been squashed flat by a rolling pin. Her stomach continued to perform horrific gymnastics.Even so, she pushed the civilians away as gently as she could. To her surprise, the next voice she heard did not come from the bewildered crowd, but instead faint and muffled from the shattered window above. “Mi’cha! Oh, my poor, poor Mi’cha. What in the void happened to you? Don’t worry, we’ll have you in fighting shape in no time, I promise!” Forzare’s frantic terror turned the rumbling baritone Bridget had heard before into a falsetto woodwind. Oh, fantastic. <<Don’t worry, little one. The Star Wardens might be able to heal such injuries quick enough that we'd need to worry. But the best Forzare is likely to do is let his pet hobble away>> Well, we should probably do the same. My everything hurts. Bridget turned, ready to make her escape. However, just as she did, she caught a flash of blue in the corner of her eye. She jumped, dreading to find that Forzare had been so enamored of Mi’cha that he made another. But instead, when she turned her head to follow the movement, what she saw was entirely unexpected. A small, blue-clad humanoid figure ran along the roof of the Vector building, their teal top hat askew, matching cape fluttering in the breeze. Their destination was as obvious as it was ill-chosen; they halted their sprint above the smashed window that had drawn everyone’s attention. Suddenly, an enormous bang exploded from the building entrance. The onlookers, already spooked, went into a full-blown panic. A few screamed, all of them scattered like ants. Bridget, for her part, jumped what she thought must have been about a foot in the air, cursing under her breath. “Dammit! What now?” She instinctively turned to Val, hoping that she at least might have some idea what was going on. But instead of sage advice from decades spent voyaging the stars, what Bridget got from Val was a peal of uproarious psychic laughter. --- Incidentally, this also marks th opening of a new feature- The Fourth Wall Mailbox! You've asked questions of me for a while now, and I've so often answered cryptically. But now, you have the opportunity to ask your questions directly to the characters themselves! Some of them might even be less cagey than I am. Simply ask your question, specifying who it should be routed to, and you'll get an answer. Thanks so much for reading and commenting!

Thank you for the kind words, everyone. Here are the next 2 chapters. Chapter 3 They say that college is when you finally find out things about yourself that you never thought would be possible…I couldn’t agree more. No family, no limits to what you feel like doing, many open-minded people. It’s the perfect place to unleash your full potential, as well as discover other parts of your life that had been lying dormant for years, which is exactly what happened in my case! I’d been accepted for enrollment at the Hansen Institute of Technology on the day I turned eighteen; one hell of a birthday present if you ask me! The school was about 130 miles west of where I lived, and I must say that I was impressed by pretty much everything I saw when I visited the campus. The whole university was surrounded by trees and sat atop a hill. All of the main buildings were at the center of the campus, and the dorms…easily the greatest thing! The dorms were single rooms! There were three rooms to a suite, and six suites per building. After months of dreading the thought of having to share a room with a complete stranger, I came to find that I’d have my own room! I wouldn’t have to worry about my privacy being invaded! Freedom was still mine! The summer would move along rather quickly, what with me working like crazy and going to tons of graduation parties. The end of August came, and my stuff was packed: my computer, my television and gaming system, my clothes, some posters, a shelf, an abundance of food and a fridge that my parents had bought for me. My whole life packed into my car. The two hour drive into a town I’d never even heard of would soon be my new home. I couldn’t wait to study Electrical Engineering and meet new people and faces. I’d heard so many things about college that far surpassed any type of high school setting. There weren’t as many fights, people partied and socialized with others regardless of social status, and most importantly, I’d be able to get a decent job once I was finished. What does high school get you? A lifetime guarantee that you’ll be flipping burgers or cleaning hotel rooms. At least, that’s what my parents raised me to believe. And of course, the one thing that truly excited me the most: I’d finally, after so many years, be able to try wearing a diaper in the comfort of my own dorm! All of these things made the drive seem much longer than it actually was, but I’m a patient guy, so I knew it’d be well worth the wait. Once I arrived at HIT (yeah, sounds silly, doesn’t it?), my heart was overcome with excitement. My parents soon arrived and parked their car next to mine, and after I signed in to the residence halls and said hello to a few strangers, I began unpacking. My parents helped me (well, more like my dad helped. My mom was never one to do any strenuous lifting, strenuous lifting being anything over ten pounds…). In merely an hour I was settled into my room. My rock band posters lined the walls, my computer was all hooked up and ready to go, and my closet shelves were stacked high with a ridiculous amount of food. “John, is this everything?” my dad asked. “Yep! I think I’m all set!” “Oh, hang on! I almost forgot!” he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a green envelope and handed it to me. “What’s this?” “Just open it, son!” my mom said excitedly. I carefully opened the envelope since I hated ripping cards. Inside was of course a card, but it wasn’t an ordinary card…well, I guess it was ordinary. The card was plain on the outside, with the exception of the words “We Love You, Son” on the front. Inside the card read: John, We’re so proud of you for making it this far! We love you so much and we’ll support you in whatever you do! Love, Mom and Dad Next to this letter was a rectangular piece of paper that was supposed to resemble a dollar bill. I flipped the paper over and where the President’s head was supposed to be was my father’s head. Beneath his picture read “Five Hundred Dollars”. “Is this some kind of joke?” I laughed while smiling at my parents. “We put some extra money in your account, honey. You worked so hard this summer, and we felt you could use a little spending money while you’re up here!” Now I’m no sap, but nobody had ever done anything like that for me before, and for a second I thought that my heart would burst from being so happy. I thanked and hugged both of my parents. We then said our goodbyes and I walked my parents out to their car. One minute later, they were gone; I was free. I held onto the card as I headed back into my dorm. Over and over again I read it. They really were proud! But, would they be so proud if they knew that they were parents to an infantilist? I imagined what would’ve happened had they known. They probably wouldn’t have bought me my fridge…hell, they probably wouldn’t have even come up to say goodbye to me. I shook the thought and logged onto my computer as I waited for the arrival of my suitemates. Jill was online as soon as I opened my messenger, so we of course chatted some more, and I bragged about how I was moved into my dorm. She simply replied by calling me a dork and talked about how she was going to be moving into her dorm in about a week. We exchanged schedules and talked about random nonsense for a while until she asked me a silly question: Jill: So, where’s your school again, mister? Was she serious? I laughed and told her again, then called her a loser for forgetting. We laughed some more and then came a stillness on my messaging program. Me: Having an epiphany, Jill? Haha Jill: Something like that, jerk! It looks like we’re going to be closer once I start going to school! Me: What?! You’re shitting me! Jill: No! Look, dork! You’re in Hansen! I’m going to Limescale! They’re only…150 miles away from each other! How the hell had we not known that?! My heart raced with excitement as I immediately thought about how we’d finally be able to meet each other in person! The phone calls and messaging sessions were good, but we’d been talking about going to see each other for the longest time, yet neither of us had the money to make the trip (we were about 500 miles away from each other), nor did we think our parents would approve at the time. But you don’t need your parents’ approval when you’re in college! Just the thought of us hanging out made me happy, and no, not just because she “babied” me. Her sense of humor was a bit out there, but it was enough to make me laugh almost all of the time, not to mention she was quite pretty (at least from what her pictures showed!) We immediately made plans for her to come up. In about one month, she’d come up for a weekend and we’d have a hell of a time. I told her how we’d find a bunch of stuff to do while she was visiting, and this just made us even more excited. I then bit the bullet and made what I thought would be a stupid move as our conversation continued. Me: Hell, I’ll even let you baby me when you’re up here! Haha just kidding  Jill: Lol, I’ll do it! No way…no way! Me: Ohhhh, sure you will! I bet you’ll get some big diapers and all that other baby stuff, too! Lol. Jill: Oh you know it! You’ll just have to wait and see! Hehehehehe. I laughed some more and was in a daze to say the least. She must have been joking! No way had I just pulled something like that off so easily! There must’ve been a catch! Still, I chose not to push my luck and just laughed some more, then told her that I had to settle some things into my dorm and signed off. God, you must be kidding! This must be a sick joke! I could never! How would I be able to let her do that if she didn’t know that I liked being babied? No…she has to know. I…I have to tell her. I sighed as I browsed the internet aimlessly. Jill must’ve been joking. But, what if she wasn’t? I’d be able to decline her offer when she came up to visit, but wouldn’t that ultimately lead to her finding out about me? No. I didn’t want to wait until the last minute to tell her! I felt that we knew each other enough for me to be able to trust her with something so…dark (I call it dark because my secret had never seen the light of day nor the tip of my tongue). My body and mind soon became torn between letting her know and keeping it to myself and continuing to fear judgment. Another week would pass before I made my decision, along with some other contributing factors. My suitemates were some of the coolest people I’d met, and I had made a few acquaintances within the first few days of classes, but for some reason I still felt so alone. I’d heard that every college kid goes through that phase, but I for one didn’t like it at all. I needed to cheer myself up, and quick! That was when I came up with an idea that would be sure to make me happy and shake off my negative feelings: I’d finally try out a diaper. Nothing too fancy. I’d just wear one and see how it and I felt. So, that Wednesday night before I went to bed, I carefully looked around the internet to see what I could find. I wanted to make sure that I was getting my money’s worth, but I also needed to ensure that my purchase would be discrete. I went to a few of the online infantilist communities and snooped around the forums in search of recommendations of a good brand to try out. Some users wrote that the typical adult diapers were fine, but there was one brand that kept popping up, and every single user swore that it was the best: CoucheCoos (pronounced cootchie coos…so original, I know). Every single post regarding this diaper was positive. I couldn’t find one single bad thing about it. Super thick, babyish smell, discrete shipping, decent price…they were soon going to be mine! Before the clock struck midnight, I had purchased an eight pack of these seemingly legendary diapers for about twelve bucks, including shipping. They would arrive in my dorm mailbox within the next week. Sure they’d have to be hidden whenever I’d have people in my room, but I wasn’t really concerned at the moment. No, I was much too happy with my purchase! All’s I had to was wait and make sure that nobody on campus saw what was inside of the package once it arrived! The following week I checked my mailbox every single day. I’d gotten a bunch of junk mail from credit card companies, and soon became discouraged when my package didn’t arrive. I had a couple of more days before the week ended, but it still brought my spirits down. Then, it happened. As soon as I shut my mailbox, one of the RA’s called my name from behind the desk. “Are you John Morrows?” she asked. “Y-yes. Hi!” I said with a smile. “Hello! You’ve got a package back here! Someone must’ve forgotten to put it in your mailbox today!” My head felt like a balloon, just floating and expanding, waiting to explode from the excitement. I tried my hardest not to blush, and I think I did pretty well, because the RA didn’t seem to notice. “Oh, well thanks! I can take it right now if that’s okay.” I said kindly. “Sure thing! Just sign here!” she handed me a pen and pointed on the piece of paper. My heartbeat quickened as my hand swiftly guided the pen across the paper. It was mine! I had done it! The RA gently moved the box around in her hand, but no sounds came from it. What the hell are you doing?! If that box breaks… “Pretty big box!” she observed. “Yeah. They always do that when you order something! Place the items in a huge box with all of those damned packing peanuts!” I joked. The RA laughed as she handed me my treasure. I thanked her and excitedly hurried off to my car. As soon as I saw that nobody was around, I opened the trunk of my car and carefully placed the box inside. Then, like an excited kid on Christmas, I opened the box as quickly as possible as I held my breath. Beneath the cardboard encasement was yet another package, only this one looked similar to that of a pack of baby wipes. I searched my surroundings once more. The coast was clear. I was going for it! I ripped open the white pack, and soon gasped in awe. There they were; the diapers. The biggest diapers that I’d ever seen in my entire life! They were stacked so perfectly, and the babyish smell that came from them was intoxicating, almost mesmerizing. I took four out of the box and quickly placed them in my book bag, then covered the box with an old blanket and closed my trunk. I-I can’t believe it! I did it! Wake me up if I’m dreaming! Ha! Hahaha! Come tonight, I will finally have done it! I practically ran back to my dorm, smiling and saying hello to everyone along the way. My suitemates asked me what I was all happy about when I entered the dorm, but I simply told them that it’d just kicked in that I was away from my parents for an extended period of time. I walked into my room and closed the door lightly so to not make anyone suspicious. My bag was placed on my bed and unzipped in one quick movement. I gently pulled out the four plastic pieces of gold and held them up as if I’d just discovered some ancient secret. I ran my hands over them slowly and breathed in their infantile scent. The plastic/cloth combination on the outside was just as I’d imagined; so soft and without any wrinkles, with the baby blocks on the front as a decoration. I then made my way to the inside of the diaper and felt my endorphins make their way into my bloodstream. So cottony soft, so comfortable, and the scent only increased when it was opened. The tabs were symmetrical from each other as I carefully examined them. Whoever made these knew their target market quite well! I quickly placed all four of them in my closet and placed them inside of a shoebox, then covered the shoebox with a bunch of bathroom towels. Just a few more hours remained, then I would finally be able to try out what I’d been longing for! That night, after I’d eaten a little snack and gotten ready for bed, I felt ready. That is, until I thought of something: my suitemates. Would they hear me or the diaper? That’s when I came up with yet another ingenious idea. “Hey Dan! You notice how thick these freaking doors are?” I asked my suitemate. “Oh shit!” he said as he examined the door. “You’re right! Ha!” “I wonder how good they are at blocking sound?” “Only one way to find out!” Dan closed his door and within moments blared his oldies music. While I could hear muffled vocals and instruments, I was confident that I’d be okay. I then told my suitemates that I was tired and I had class early tomorrow (hey, 10:00 is early!) and was soon in my room. The shades were closed, the doors were shut, and the only source of light came from my desk lamp. The stage was set, the locks were secured…I was ready. I quietly removed my pajamas and boxers and listened for any footsteps that could’ve been heading towards my door. Once I was certain that nobody was coming, I took the shoebox out of its hiding place and pulled one of the diapers out. My hand trembled with excitement as I unfolded and opened up the diaper. This thing was huge! It extended from my toes to my thighs! I became even more excited as I laid myself and the diaper down on the floor. The softness that I felt made me freeze for a brief moment so I could soak in the feeling, but I knew it’d just get better once I was done. I folded the diaper over my front, then quietly taped the diaper up on the left side, then the right side. I was enveloped in babyish softness! The padding I felt between my legs and on my bottom gave me a natural high! I touched the diaper with my hands and almost laughed out loud. This was amazing! I then stood up to look at myself in the mirror. That’s when I noticed that the diaper wasn’t exactly taped up too tightly. It sagged a little, but I pulled it up and tried to refasten the tapes. That only helped a little, but I knew it was impossible to get them on just right without help from somebody else. I opened the closet door where my mirror was and looked at myself. My diaper was gigantic and my tee-shirt just barely covered it! I looked almost like an infant and I couldn’t help but to laugh at myself for looking rather silly. I tried to close my legs together, and when I realized I could barely do that, I laughed a little more. The clock told me that it was getting late, so I put the rest of the diapers away and landed gently on my bed with just my diaper and shirt on. My high was euphoric, and nothing would bring it down. Why hadn’t I tried this sooner? Why had I locked away my desire for so long? I was a fool to say the least! I then wondered about Jill as I stared at my ceiling. Would she handle this well, and if so, would she be able to keep the secret between us? I could only hope. That night, I made a promise to myself that before Jill came up to visit, she’d know about me…she’d know…that I was an infantilist. I fell asleep wrapped up in my diaper and beneath my covers, and slept the best that I’d ever slept before. Chapter 4 The next morning I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. The sun barely shone through the blinds, but my body told me that it was time to get up. After I stretched, I threw my covers off and stood to my feet to stretch. I looked down and remembered that I was wearing a diaper, and it was a good thing I remembered, because I almost walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth! The clock read 8:00; two hours before I had to be in class. I knew that it was time to take the diaper off, and so I did. No way would I even try to wear one underneath my clothes. This was a personal matter, and the thought of wandering around in public with my secret practically screaming beneath my boxers made me cringe. I carefully slid the diaper down since it hadn’t been taped on too tightly, threw my boxers and pajamas on, hid the now useless diaper, and took a quick shower. That must have been the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced! I’m not so sure about actually using a diaper, though…that’s just…not my thing, and I imagine that anyone who would want to baby me would find that rather disgusting. I don’t need to take it THAT far. Now, for Jill…she needs to know. Ah, Jill…tonight or tomorrow is when you will find out. I took a deep breath as I exited the shower and prepared for the day. This confession would take both thought and courage…I was missing the courage part of the plan, though a part of me was begging to let everything out. That night after dinner and some Frisbee with my suitemates, I headed back into my room and worked on some assignments. Jill would be on the messenger soon, and when she signed on, it’d be time for me to spill my guts out. Just as I finished a crappy essay for my English 101 course, Jill’s name appeared on my screen. Within seconds she IM’d me with a hello, and we started chatting. We told each other about our day and what we had planned for the weekend, as well as how excited we both were about her coming up to visit me. It was a conversation that was no different from any other, until I finally mustered the courage to admit what was beginning to feel like my flaw. Me: Hey, Jill. Have you ever known something so big that you were too afraid to tell anybody, but at the same time you wished to tell someone about it? Jill: Honestly, I can’t say that I have, haha. Me: Ohhh. I see. Jill: Something wrong? She knew…through a screen, she could tell. Me: Kind of =\ Jill: Awww. Well, do you want to talk about it? Me: I can try, but…you see, I’ve never talked about it before with anybody, and it’s been bothering me for quite some time now…almost thirteen years. Jill: Jeez! Thirteen years?! Me: Yeahhh. Well, it’s personal. I’m afraid of what people would think if they found out, and I’d heard my parents criticize and ridicule people like me before. Jill: John…are you-are you gay? Me: Hahaha! Nooo! Not at all! Jill: Oh haha. Sorry! I just wanted to make sure. Me: Well, rest assured. I’m definitely straight as an arrow! Jill: Good! Well then, I don’t mean to pry, but what is it? That is, if you don’t mind telling me. My hands trembled violently and smacked the keyboard. I felt a combination of sorrow and confidence as I tried to type out what I wished to say. Me: Okay. Here goes…sorry, this may take a while! Jill: It’s okay! Me: You know how you joke around and call me a baby? And how you like to jokingly treat me like one sometimes? Jill: Yeah? Me: Well…I…I like that. I like to be treated that way, but like in real life, too. I cursed myself for pressing the “Enter” key and soon wished if I could turn back the clock. Me: I know it’s odd, but there’s just something about it that makes me extremely happy and makes me forget about stressful things and stuff like that. Jill: It’s okay. I kind of figured you liked that kind of thing. I mean, you have been my “baby” for a while now! Haha. If it makes you happy, then go for it! I don’t care! Oh, my, God! Me: Jill…thank you! You don’t even understand how relieved I am right now! My hands are trembling! I’ve never told anyone this before, and I was so afraid that you’d never speak to me again . Jill: Awww John, you dork! Lol. I’d never not speak to you! So you like being a little baby sometimes! No big deal! Saints be praised! This was my dream come true! Me: Really? Jill: Sure! But it does make me curious…are you into like everything baby? Lol. Me: Nahhh lol. I mean, I like the diapers, being fed a bottle and spoonfed, and being babytalked and stuff, but I’d never use a diaper or talk like a baby lol. Just some basic things. Our counseling session was going so well that I knew nothing would go wrong! And it didn’t! Jill: Ohh I see. Me: *sighs in relief* you don’t even know how happy I am right now! Here I thought you wouldn’t even come up to visit anymore! Jill: Pshhh, you nerd! Of course I’m still coming up! Me: Well good! I promise we’ll have a good time! I’ve got some things planned! Jill: Sweet! Hmmm, I just might have to get you some diapers when I’m up! Hehehe. Me: You wouldn’t! Jill: Ohhhh I think I would! You just show me where a supermarket is, and I’ll get them! Heck, I’ll get you a bottle and pacifier while I’m at it, too! Haha. Saints be praised! She didn’t mind and she claimed that she wanted to baby me! I almost fell backwards out of my chair from being so overwhelmed! Me: Ohh jeez! Well if that’s the case, I’ll let you feed me and take care of me then. Jill: That’s the plan, dork! Haha. We talked about normal things for the rest of the night, and Jill really did seem to not mind about me being an infantilist. She even babied me some more before I signed off! Just two more weeks and she’d be up, and then I’d find out if she was really serious about wanting to baby me. I thought about how wonderful of an experience it’d be and soon envisioned Jill cradling me in her lap and smiling down at me. Once again my natural high returned. There was now no turning back; I’d finally get what I always wanted, though at the time I didn’t know that things are not always what they seem. The two weeks rolled right by. By Friday afternoon, I was amped and ready for Jill to come up. Now let’s get one thing straight: while I was excited about her wanting to baby me, I was more excited about actually hanging out with her, and I told myself that if things didn’t turn out as well as I’d thought and for some reason that she wound up not wanting to baby me, then I wouldn’t care and would make the best of our time together. She was far too good of a friend to let something like that ruin our friendship. Call it God or call it fate, but my suitemates had gone home for the entire weekend, leaving the dorm to me and Jill. I was bummed since I wanted to hang out with them as well, but I was also happy since it was going to be like I had my own apartment. My cell phone vibrated inside of my pocket; Jill was calling. “What’s up, dork?” I joked. “Ohh nothing buddy! I’m in your parking lot! Can you come out and find me so I don’t get lost?” Jill asked. “Absolutely! I’ll wait in front of the Commons building, so just look for me there!” “Sure thing! See you in a few!” I bolted to the Commons area and shifted my eyes in every direction of the parking lot. A red car was soon in my sights, and at first I couldn’t tell who was driving it, but then I got a glimpse of the driver’s face and I immediately knew: it was Jill! I waved and pointed to my left to let her know where to park. I headed over to the empty spot and anxiously waited for her to park her car. Once parked, she smiled as she got out of the car, ran over to me as fast as she could, and gave me one of the most heartfelt hugs I’d ever received. Her long blonde hair gently hit my face from the light breeze, and she smelled of an intoxicating perfume. “Ohhh it’s so good to finally see you!” I said as I returned the hug. “It’s good to see you too, John!” Who’d have thought that two strangers who met in a chat room would ever be so lucky? With all of the crazy people pretending to be something or someone they’re not these days, it’s so rare to find a true friend, especially on the internet! And here was this beautiful young woman with captivating brown eyes and a slightly petite build. My friend. My truest friend. “Well, let me help you bring your stuff into my dorm!” “Ohh a real gentleman, eh?” she snickered. “You know it! Chivalry isn’t dead in my book!” “Good to know! Sheesh, I can barely get a guy to open a damned door for me these days!” “Well, my friend, you’re in for a treat this weekend, then! You can expect nothing but good manners from me, and you can thank my parents for it!” We chuckled as we headed inside. I explained to Jill that my suitemates weren’t around, but I still promised her that we’d have a good weekend. I showed her around the place, and she seemed quite impressed by the single rooms (then again, what college student wouldn’t? Single rooms rule!) “Now, you’ve got some options on where you’d like to sleep while you’re here. You can either sleep in my bed, on the living room couch, or I can set up some sleeping bags on the floor and you can sleep there. My bed is the most comfortable of the three, so you’re more than welcome to sleep there. Of course I’d sleep on the floor or on the couch! Don’t want you to think I’m trying to pull any moves on you or anything!” “Ha! I know you too well to know that you wouldn’t do such a thing! I’ll let you know when it’s time for bed where I’d like to sleep.” Jill smiled. I knew she was happy to be treated so nicely, and I thanked God that I’d been raised the way I had. So many vicious dogs out there who want nothing more than to fulfill their few seconds of pleasure. They taint everything they touch while us nice guys remain single because we’re not “the bad boys”. Once Jill was settled in, we began our weekend with dinner at some Italian restaurant on the west side of Hansen. I can’t recall the name of it now, but I do remember that it was a bit pricy. Still, we enjoyed ourselves and talked about what was ahead for the weekend, as well as Jill’s drive over. I felt an even greater connection between me and her that night. Maybe seeing each other in person helped, or maybe it was still the fact that she didn’t shun me when I told her that I was an infantilist. I’d never know. Our night continued with more good times and good laughs, and soon it was getting late. I yawned as we headed back to my car, and Jill giggled lightly. “Hmmm, someone’s getting tired already?” she nudged my side. I chose not to push the sleepy baby joke just yet. It was only the first night, and I didn’t want things to get awkward. “Just a little.” “You sleepy baby!” Or maybe they wouldn’t! I felt my face burn as we headed back towards the college, but I laughed and made it seem like nothing was wrong. For some reason it felt weird being called that in person, most likely because I had never experienced it before. “Oh yes…that’s me!” I chuckled. “No kidding! It’s only midnight!” “Yeah, yeah… ‘only midnight’. Dork.” “Haha! Shut it, jerk!” Jill retorted playfully. “Make me!” I laughed. “Well, if I had my pacifier here, I would!” I laughed even harder as I felt the hairs on my arms stick straight up. She’d just jolted me with a verbal shock. “S-sure you would!” “Nah! I’d never do that to you! That’s just mean!” “Good! I’d be sad if you did that in a mean manner.” “I know, buddy. Don’t worry! I promise I’d never do anything like that!” We laughed and chatted for the rest of the drive. Once back at the dorm, I got out of the car and stretched a bit as Jill did the same. “Hmmm…now I’m getting tired.” she yawned as we headed inside. “Ha! Who’s the sleepy baby now!” I joked. “You are!” “Haha, I know. Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to get my pajamas on.” “Sounds like a plan, man!” Jill walked over to her bag of clothing and rummaged through her things. I hurried into my room and quickly got dressed into my night clothes, and as soon as I went back into the living room, Jill was also dressed in a pink pajama bottoms and a tank top. “Wanna watch some TV before bed?” she asked me. “Sure!” I jumped at the opportunity and made myself comfortable on the couch. I expected Jill to sit on the other end of the couch, but instead she cuddled up next to me and placed her head on my chest. My left arm soon found its way around her shoulder, and we found ourselves watching some old school movie. “Is this okay?” Jill asked. “Absolutely.” “Good. I like to cuddle.” “Me too.” I said. We watched the movie most of the way through, but I noticed that I’d started nodding off. Jill gently shook me and whispered into my ear, “John…I think it’s bed time for you.” “Yeah…this sleepy baby is…sleepy!” “Aww,” Jill giggled, “I bet he is! Well, let’s get you into bed then!” “Wait…don’t you want to sleep in my bed?” I asked groggily. “I think there’s room for a sleepy baby and me, don’t you? Unless you don’t want to.” Oh, like I’m going to say no! It’d been my hopes that Jill would want to sleep next to me in my bed. There was just something about cuddling up to somebody in a bed that helped me sleep better, and since she’d offered, I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity. “That’s fine.” “Okay then, mister! Let’s go!” Jill grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet as she turned off the television. Once we entered my room, I peeled back the covers from my bed and hopped in. The bed wasn’t really meant for two people to sleep in it, but I didn’t care. I’d make the best out of the night. I moved over as far as I could, and soon after, Jill climbed in. We positioned ourselves comfortably on the mattress and soon the lights were turned off. Jill guided my head with her hand until the side of my face was against her shoulder. What was she doing? I didn’t resist, but I still became a bit anxious. She then placed one hand over my stomach and stroked my hair and the side of my face with the other. “Hehe,” she giggled, “I’m a bit too tired to try to cradle you right now, but hopefully this is okay.” I just about melted into her complexion as I smiled. “This is fine. Thank you.” “Anytime, mister.” Jill then gently rocked back and forth. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was just light enough for me to feel it, and a little piece of bliss entered my veins. Part of me wondered if she felt obligated to do this for me since I’d told her, but then I thought about it further: She could’ve told me she didn’t want any part of this if she truly wasn’t comfortable with it. The sweet sound of silence took over the room as Jill’s hand continued to brush against my face. The feeling lulled me into an even further state of sleepiness, and soon after, I was just about ready to go to sleep. “Are you comfortable?” I asked Jill as I faced her. “Almost.” she replied as she turned the other way. “Can I have your hand?” I sent my arm over her side, and she clasped it in hers, then said, “Now I’m comfortable.” I laughed lightly and decided to try to keep myself awake until I was sure that Jill had fallen asleep. The night had brought me nothing but wonderful things, and it made me wonder what was in store for us the next night, the last night that we had with each other for the weekend. I hoped that it would be just as good as the first night, maybe better. Would she really baby me for real? And if she did, would I be courageous enough to let her? I had never dressed like that in front of anyone, nor really even talked about it with her in person or on the phone. I shut out all of the thoughts for the night and soon fell asleep, thanking God for what was given to me. * * * Morning came by rather quickly, or so it seemed to me. Jill slept peacefully next to me, and I decided that even though I wanted to get out of bed that I’d remain where I was so she wouldn’t wake up. After all, it was the least I could do for her after last night. I would remain in my bed for another half hour before she’d wake up that morning. “Mmm…you awake, John?” she yawned as she stretched. “Yep.” “What time is it?” “Almost nine.” “Fun, fun. I guess I should get up, huh?” “If you want to sleep more, that’s fine.” I offered. “Nah. We’ve gotta have fun for the rest of the day, right?” she looked over at me. “Right you are!” We both dragged ourselves out of bed, and I stretched as I stood up. It took about an hour for both of us to shower and get ready for the day, and it irked me a bit. Time always seems to fly by when you don’t want it to. It’s like a stupid trick that God plays on people whenever they want time to slow down. Or, even worse, time remains slow when you want it to go by quick! A mind boggling thought! We started the day out with some death food—er, college food. It wasn’t horrible, but it was definitely a far cry from the food at home. Next came the mini golf, then a trip to the bookstore and the mall. Jill seemed to be having just as good of a time as I was, which was what I was aiming for. I think the best time was in the video store, though. We walked past the adult movies section and soon got into a discussion about how embarrassed people must’ve felt when they browsed through that section. I chose to use my humor and quickly called over a clerk. “Excuse me, sir!” I asked as Jill became puzzled. “Yes?” the clerk asked as he headed over in my direction. “Could you please tell me where your inappropriate DVD’s are?” “I-Inappropriate? U-umm…they’re right behind you.” the clerk was obviously embarrassed. “Thank you!” Jill busted out laughing, and I soon followed. “John, you’re such a dork! That poor kid!” “Hey, I’m sure he’ll remember this day for the rest of his life!” I laughed. “Too true!” We continued our day of fun until dinner time. Once again we went out to eat, only this time Jill offered to pay. “Nonsense! With gas prices so high, you need to save your money, my friend!” I assured her. “Come on! You paid last night!” “True, but my parents gave me a bunch of money, plus I have a decent amount saved up. Don’t worry about it!” “If you say so! Thanks, John.” Jill smiled. “You’re quite welcome.” Dinner went by rather quickly, and we were soon on our way back to my dorm once again. However, this time, Jill asked me if we could stop at the supermarket. I had an odd feeling that I knew what was coming up. “S-sure!” I said nervously as I headed towards the next exit. “I could use some popsicles and other senseless items!” “Dork! Haha!” We soon found ourselves inside of the store, strolling around. I didn’t know where anything was since I’d never been there before. “So, what do you need to get?” I asked Jill. “Well, I could use some more my acne wash.” “Ah, I see.” “And I need to get some things for you.” she looked over at me with a smile. My heart pounded against my chest. I knew what she was talking about, but I just didn’t believe it. “Oh, boy! I wonder what it could be?” “Hehehehe I think you know!” We walked around the store some more, and I picked up a case of popsicles and some other random items that I probably didn’t need. Jill got her acne wash, and then we found it: the baby aisle. I felt as though I was facing the beast. I could feel my pulse in my neck as we delved further down the aisle. “Are you okay?” Jill asked. Damn…she must see the look on my face. “Just nervous. I’ve never done this, you know.” “Really?” “Well…I bought some diapers a few weeks ago, but I ordered them online because I was too afraid to buy them in a public place.” “Ohhh, so you have some diapers already?” she asked quietly with a smile on her face. “Y-yeah.” I blushed. “That’s great! We can just buy some baby stuff, and if anyone asks, we’ll tell them we’re going to a baby shower! Hehe!” “We could…but…do you think maybe we could go to different registers? I’m afraid that people will know something’s up by the look on my face.” “Awww, sure! Not a problem, buddy! Don’t worry.” Jill seemed to know what she was doing as she quickly picked up some baby powder, baby wipes, a baby bottle, and a green pacifier. She didn’t once ask me questions about what she was buying, and I think it was because she knew that I was a bit uncomfortable about the whole being in public thing. Instead, she simply looked at me whenever she picked up an item and I’d smile and nod if I approved. This…is happening. I can’t…believe it! Will this be it? “Hmm…” Jill whispered as she held onto all of the items. “I think this is everything. I take it you don’t like baby food?” “Not at all,” I chuckled, “though I like being fed.” “Interesting. Well then! We can be on our way! You go out the other end of the aisle and then buy your things. I’ll come out of this side and wait to see you leave.” “Jill, I can’t even explain how grateful I am for having you around and for what you’re doing right now.” “Aww! Think nothing of it! I’ll be right behind you!” Our plan worked out perfectly. Nobody asked questions, nobody saw us together (I was really more afraid that some of the students at the college would be there and see me than anything else), and we found our way back to my dorm. I could barely contain my emotions, but I knew I had to because I didn’t want to frighten Jill or attract any attention before we got inside. Inside of the dorm, I anxiously and nervously placed my items where they belonged. Jill kept her items in her grocery bag and waited until I was finished. “Are you ready?” she asked. “If you don’t want to do this, it’s okay.” “I do…I’m just still nervous because I’ve never done it before, and I don’t want you to be weirded out.” “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never done this before, either! I mean, I’ve babysat, but I’ve never taken care of somebody your size.” she giggled. “Yeah.” I laughed. “Well, how should we go about doing this?” “Well I think it’d be good if you locked your main door and shut your windows and blinds.” I did all of the following in a matter of two minutes, then returned to where Jill was. “Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll see what I can do.” “Well, I really want to be treated like an infant. Not a toddler, but a little baby. You know, be put in diapers, be cooed and cuddled, and fed. Maybe tickled and burped.” I blushed, feeling extremely silly. “I see. Now you said you didn’t like talking like a baby or using your diapers, right?” “Yeah. I don’t know about those…it just seems weird…although what am I saying? The whole thing is odd!” I chuckled. “Aw it’s alright! But that’s good about not using your diapers, because then I’d be a little freaked out.” “Well, there’s something else about the diaper…I…kind of wondered what it’d be like to get changed into one. I mean, after I’m already in one. So I wouldn’t use it, but I’d still need a new one, as silly as that sounds.” “Hmmmmmm…well, I think I can try to manage all of those things! I might have to improvise due to your size, though!” Jill said calmly with a smile. “I understand.” “Well, are you ready then?” Come on, John. Remember the risks! Life is nothing without them! Just try it and get it over with! This is what you’ve always wanted! “I’m ready.”

Part 8 I felt sick to my stomach as I turned off of the exit ramp onto the city streets that would take me home. Marcie was really mad. Marcie was never mad. Marcie didn't get mad, she was the peacekeeper. She had been for years! The three of us, confident Lana, calm Marcie, and me - fiery Celia. But now she was mad. Kara was terrified of Eleni because of what I had done, and Lana hadn't been answering my texts all day. I felt awful. Kara was such a spoiled brat! She was always sneaking around, taking things that weren't hers even though Lana gave her everything she could possibly want. The stupid girl would eat so many stolen cookies she'd get sick! It was perfectly reasonable to have Eleni mount her, to exert dominance, to show Kara that she was the bottom of the totem pole. But I knew that was a lie. In my heart, I knew I was lying to myself. What I had done was wrong, and I had exploited the fact that Kara was a complainer. I knew the urge to dominate now better than ever. I had been watching Lana with her Pet for years, but it never really clicked until I had found myself musing about shaving Eleni's head - I'd never do it, I loved her hair, but Eleni was so submissive, so different from Kara... I had told her that she was mine, I had taken her to get registered, I had bought her supplies and diapered her for the first time, but there was never any resistance. She didn't ask my name, she didn't ask anything, she just stared at me with those impossible green eyes so full of love. I loved bonding stories - they were my favorite thing - even the weird ones like in that sci-fi show, "Friends and Family of Pets" where the bond hadn't been around absolutely forever. But the Pet always asked questions, always struggled a little, always tried to retain something of themselves. But not Eleni, not even when I took her name from her. She would never hear the name Melanie again, she was mine now. I had looked her in the eyes and told her that I was shortening her name, and she just smiled and agreed. She was the most submissive Pet I had ever seen, and she hadn't had a full day as a Pet. It wasn't until I teasingly said I'd shave her head that she objected. "Not my hair!" she had squeaked, and then covered her mouth with both hands. She was perfect. And I had felt that rush, that urge to take her and make her, to force her to bend to my will. I didn't get that urge with her often, she was so pliable, so willing. I had done glorious things to her body already and tying her up was rapidly becoming my favorite thing. But that night, Kara had been screaming and fussing and carrying on, and Eleni told me that the blonde Pet wouldn't even tell my wonderful girl her name... I decided Eleni should be the Alpha. Not Kara. Lana's Pet always resisted, always snuck, always cheated, always complained. But in my fervor, in my passion, I had hurt my precious girl. I had alienated my friend. I had damaged her Pet. I did the wrong thing. The phone call had been more difficult than I had expected, hearing her pain over the phone. Hearing what I had done to her. I had been stern because that's what she craved, but really I wanted nothing more than to hold her and comfort her and tell her everything would be all right. I felt sick. And as I pulled into the driveway, next to Marcie's car, I didn't have the courage to face the damage I had inflicted on the helpless creatures. Lana wasn't at fault, it was purely mine, solely mine. Up those stairs and inside that apartment were two sobbing Pets, hurt at what I had made them do. Yes, Lana had forced Kara... but I had known that she would. I had known since I had tasted the dominance that came from resistance. Lana dominated Kara constantly. The girl was always pinned to something, tied to something, spanked or scolded... I could predict how long it would take before her gaze became a distant stare, before the animal inside her took over and she complied. The Pet inside the girl had two states - submission and sex. Dominance one way led to submission, to the dozy stare and stupid smiles, dominance the other way led to lust, to begging, to humping and desire and joy. I hadn't really considered the fact that it hid an animal sadness as well. I had seen it on TV, in the movies, but I had never seen it. But Marcie had said her wail was haunting. I wasn't sure how long I sat there, paralyzed, but a sharp tap on my window jolted me out of my daze. "Come on," Lana said softly as I opened the door. "We have to fix what we did." "You didn't do anything," I sighed. "I knew how you would- " "Don't, Celia," Lana turned and took a step, her voice flat. "Just don't. Look, I've owned Kara for two years. I know more about the feelings you get from your Pet than you do, no offense." I felt myself bristling at her words but took a breath. I knew it was true, even if it bothered me. I had only had Eleni for less than a week. "I did the wrong thing. Her resistance made me feel... well, you know. But I've controlled it in the past and I should have controlled it this time... I fucked up." I blinked. Lana wasn't one for casual profanity. Sure, she dropped the f-bomb when she was in the throes of passion with Kara, but she wasn't a casual curser. It was a little sobering to hear that admission. "Look," I began, trying to make her understand - this was my fault. I had manipulated the entire situation! "I did this. I made you- " "Celia. Fucking. Don't," Lana snapped, glaring down at me, standing too close for comfort. She was tall - almost five inches taller than me, and suddenly all of my newfound confidence as a Keeper was gone, like a breath on a winter morning, evaporated. "We're going to go in there and apologize. Don't pull this martyrdom self-hate on me right now, I have no patience for it." Ouch. That stung. It was true I had a tendency to blame myself when things went wrong but I was sensitive about it - it wasn't like Lana to call me out so plainly. My chest was a dull ache as she turned her back on me and walked up the stairs. I stared up at her dumbly as she paused and turned to me, looking down from on high. The confident Keeper. The experienced teacher. The one in the right. "Well?" she sighed. "Come on." The living room was empty, save an exhausted Marcie on the couch. She looked awful, haggard, worse than she did after a double-shift at the hospital. "Sorry," I said quietly as we entered. "Just... fix it, okay? They have feelings." I didn't like the implication there, that we were acting as thought our Pets didn't have feelings... of course they had feelings, we could sense their feelings better than anyone. I felt ashamed, not only at what I had done, but at the fact that gentle Marcie of all people was calling me out on it. Regardless of how indignant I felt, how justified or correct I felt, I was in the wrong. Marcie wouldn't have gotten angry otherwise. "Yeah," I said softly, heading for my room. Eleni was curled up in my bed, wrapped around my pillow. She was soaked. The pillow was too - from tears, I hoped... her diaper didn't appear to be to the point of leaking yet. I sat gently on the bed next to her, running my fingers along the side of her face, brushing a lock of hair aside as I felt her smooth, soft flesh, as I traced a line from her cheek to her jaw and down her neck. She was so beautiful it hurt. Even the tears on her cheek were beautiful. She didn't ugly cry, not like me, where my face got all red and puffy and my eyes looked pale and worn. No, Eleni's tears were beauty, glistening in those emeralds, dancing down her cheek and proclaiming that she was a sad Pet, not a weak girl. My heart hurt from her beauty. "Hello good girl," I said softly. She merely shifted and dropped her head in my lap, the fire of her hair obscuring her face. "It's not your fault, okay?" "It is," my Pet whimpered. "I made Kara cry." "You're a good girl," I soothed, stroking her hair. "You're a good girl. You're my good girl and I love you, okay? You didn't make Kara cry. None of this is your fault. You're a sweet girl, a good girl. You didn't do anything wrong." "She hates me now," Eleni sobbed, fresh tears spilling from those endless eyes. "She hates me and she'll hate me forever." "She doesn't hate you," I whispered. "No one could ever hate something so perfect." * * * I smelled her enter the room before I saw her. Lana. My Keeper. I had already forgiven her for what she did to me, I could feel it in my bones - and yet, I was haunted. Haunted by the feeling of Eleni's teeth on my throat, of the fall of her red hair. "Would you like to tell me what happened?" Lana asked quietly, gently, as she sat down on her bed and pulled me out of my pet bed, pulled me into her lap and wrapped her arms around me. I had thought I was out of tears. "She's the Alpha," I whimpered. "She's the Alpha and I'm scared of her." "Scared of her?" my Keeper's voice was surprised, dismayed. "Did she attack you?" "No... no. It's not like that," I sniffled. "It's just... I can't be near her. I can... I can still feel her on top of me, Lana!" The tears flowed freely now, my voice broke as I sobbed into her shoulder. "I can feel her teeth on me, I can smell her... this is the only room where I can't smell her!" "She's not the Alpha," my Keeper lied reassuringly. "She is! She is! She's the Alpha, and I'm just- " "Just my precious pet," Lana soothed, stroking my hair, digging her fingers into my scalp and massaging gently. I couldn't help it, I felt my body calming, some of the frenzy of my sadness leaving me. "She's not the Alpha, Kara. She's in Celia's room, bawling her eyes out because she thinks she hurt you. Did she hurt you?" "No. Well, I mean- " "Did she hurt you today?" Lana clarified. "No, not today, she just... she just sat next to me and... and she kissed me and... and she bit my neck." "She bit you?" Lana asked, alarmed, lifting my chin and turning my head to one side. "No!" I yanked back, looking her in the eyes. "Not like that, like... in a sexy way. But it just made me think of... of... " "Of being trapped." "Yes! It was so awful, and my body wanted it so badly and... and... " I couldn't say it. I couldn't say that I didn't want to be a Pet. I didn't, I didn't want it but I couldn't say it. It would hurt Lana too much. "Celia's going to apologize to you," Lana said resolutely. "She's going to look you in the eyes and she's going to say sorry, okay? You're going to sit in my lap, Eleni is going to sit in her lap, and we're going to talk this out." "Can we just move?" I whined. I hated that I knew in my heart of hearts that I belonged to her, that the question wasn't about me leaving, it was about us leaving. I was inextricably Bound to her. Forever. I loved her. "We're not going to move," Lana laughed the smallest laugh I had ever heard, a sound of gentle mirth with the barest hint of sadness. "She's been my friend for twelve years, Kara. We've been living together for twelve years - she's not going anywhere and neither is Eleni. We'll figure this out, okay?" I only nodded. I didn't like this idea at all. She led me to the living room, heading for her chair... Celia and Eleni were already in the room and sure enough, the red-haired Pet was in her Keeper's lap. They had coordinated this. Shit. I stared at Eleni as Lana pulled me down into her lap, tucking my legs under me with a gentle sweep of her hand. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I stared at Eleni's impossible green eyes. Her smell was everywhere in the room and I felt myself shrinking into Lana... but she sat up straight, wrapped her arms around me and looked to her friend and roommate. Eleni's eyes were on me. They didn't look feral. They looked... sad. But it didn't change the feelings I felt inside. She was a threat. "So we're going to talk this out," Lana said. "Yeah," Celia agreed. "Let's talk this out." I never wanted to run more in my entire life. I didn't care where I went, but I wanted out of that room right then. I trembled, shaking in Lana's arms. She only held me tighter, stroking my hair. "You first," Lana said to Celia. "You first."

ABDL works for me, even though I don't get into the AB side of things at all. I'm strictly a diaper lover.

No problem. I can pee and poop no matter what I'm doing. I just let it happen because I'm so used to it. However, I am not incontinent so I can control when I do it as well.

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

Chapter 10 Another day, another morning waking up to the smell of Michelle messing herself. Sandy groaned at be woken up by the smell for the second day in a row and covered herself with the blanket to try and block out the smell. Suddenly the events of last day ran through her head, the escape attempt at the mall, the collar, her new grandparents, the memories all culminated with the love making session. Sandy smiled as the memories replayed in her head, she loved Michelle and would continue to do so. “You almost done there Mitch?” Sandy poked her head out from under the blanket. “Yeah, one sec.” Michelle grunted before crawling over to Sandy’s position in the crib. “God you reek.” Sandy gave Michelle a peck on the cheek. “Hey, so did you yesterday!” Michelle retorted. Sandy looked down in shame. She had messed herself after trying to escape the Little Salon, the memory playing over and over in her head. It was her lowest point in the last week. Coming to Amazonia was her opportunity to get her life back on track. Life as a drifter was hard on Sandy, she craved the order that the Marine Corps gave her and when she saw The Bureau recruiting she thought it was her chance, her chance to be something bigger than her, her chance to make a difference again. Of course she had not anticipated that she would wind up like this. “Hey, cheer up.” Michelle smiled and sat down, her full diaper squishing. “Mitch, did you seriously just sit down?” Sandy yawned and sat up. Sandy adjusted herself a bit she she was leaning against the crib’s headboard. “So what? I know I’m going to get changed.” Michelle shrugged, “Speaking of diaper changes, you could use one.” Sandy’s eyes went wide as she suddenly felt the mushy garment around her waist, she was soaked and it was all cold and clammy, “This is disgusting!” Sandy groaned. “Yep! Welcome to the wonderful world of waking up in wet diapers. Which ones did they put you in? The ones with the moons and stars?” “Yeah, why?” Michelle chuckled, “I was originally in those when I got here, but after I started to mess in the morning I got upgraded!” “You think getting thicker diapers is an upgrade?” Sandy sighed as she started to slowly stand up using the crib bars for support, however, the sodden diaper between her legs was making it difficult and due to the sleeper she was in, she could not get away from the feeling. “What would you prefer, thick diapers or diapers that cannot contain your morning poop?” “Point taken.” Sandy shuddered at the image. “So when will we get changed?” “Soon I think. You are going to the doctor’s right?” “Yeah, what should I be worried about?” Sandy glanced over at Michelle. “Ehhh, nothing really, Dr. Kulp is really nice.” Michelle smiled as Laurel came into the nursery. “Good morning you two.” Laurel was already dressed and ready for the day. She was dressed in a cashmere sweater and jeans that showed off her bodies curves. “Mommy!” Michelle cheered, “I made a poopy!” “I can smell that dear.” Laurel picked up Michelle and moved her to the changing table. “There is that switch again.” Sandy frowned as she held onto the bars. It just didn’t make any sense. Sandy watched as Laurel changed Michelle out of her diaper. “Oh, you are such a stinky girl.” Laurel smiled as she wiped Michelle down, “You get help Daddy get the home ready for the party tonight, isn’t that exciting?” “No!” Michelle shook her head, “I don’t want the party to happen!” “Dear, I know you don’t get along well with other littles, but we need you to behave and set a good example for Sandy, you are her big sister now.” Laurel balled up the night diaper and tossed it into a diaper pail at the foot of the changing table. “B-big sister? Me?” Michelle seemed surprised by the title. Sandy smiled in amusement. Michelle being asked to set a good example. Sure in the Crops Michelle could occasionally pull that off but in Amazonia? Michelle wasn’t the kind to set examples, she was the one that generally needed the example to follow. “Yes, you are the big sister and have to help Daddy while Mommy takes Sandy to Dr. Kulp.” Laurel smiled as she powdered Michelle’s rear. “Do I get a treat?” Michelle looked up at Laurel with eager eyes. Michelle was a sucker for positive reinforcement and being in the care of Amazons only made her desire for it worse. “That will be up to Daddy.” The Amazon smiled and taped up a pink diaper around Michelle’s waist before setting her down on the carpet, “There we go.” Laurel quickly moved over to the crib and picked up Sandy, “Good morning Sandy.” “Good morning Mommy, I mean Laurel. Good morning Laurel” Sandy blushed. Where was the ‘mommy’ part coming from? Laurel couldn’t help but smile at the blushing little, “It's okay Sandy, call me whatever you want. You still need some time to adjust.” she gently carried the little over to the changing table. “Thanks, Laurel.” She smiled as she felt herself laid on the padded table that was the changing table. The rings on each of the tables legs a reminder of what Amazons did with difficult littles. Laurel cooed at little as she untaped the diaper, “You certainly did a number on this diaper, maybe we need to move you to the same night diapers Michelle gets.” “No!” Sandy shook her head. The thick padding that seperated Michelle’s legs to a comical degree was too much for Sandy, “I don’t need those!” Sandy started to squirm on the changing table clearly agitated by the suggestion of thicker diapers for her. “Easy easy.” Laurel frowned and picked up the diaperless little, “It’s okay sweetie, you don’t need those diapers.” She gently bounced the girl and gently smiled. “Promise?” Sandy sniffled and looked up at the Amazon. “I promise.” Laurel kissed Sandy’s forehead as she set her down on the changing table. Within minutes the little was powdered and diapered in a moderately thick diaper that had block designs all over it, “Now then, we just got our first snow of the season so you are going to have to bundle up.” “SNOW?!” Michelle face was quickly dominated by a massive smile, “I WANNA GO PLAY IN IT!” “Michelle.” Laurel scolded the little, “What have we told you about your inside and outside voices?” Michelle shrank away from the Amazon and looked at her feet, “My outside voice is only for outside, not inside.” Laurel nodded as she walked over to the dresser, “Whether or not you play in the snow will be up to Daddy, so I suggest that you be on your best behavior.” Laurel pulled out a bright neon green puffer jacket style onesie with a hood. Sandy looked at the onesie in horror. The onesie totally enclosed her limbs and rendered her hands useless. Sandy would be like a moth and Amazons would be the owls. “Oh, you will look absolutely precious in this don’t you think?” Laurel gushed as she advanced towards Sandy with the winterized onesie. “L-laurel, please tell me that I’ll be wearing more than that.” Sandy swallowed as Laurel unzipped the onesie revealing a fur lined interior. “This is all you need dear.” She smiled as she picked up Sandy and set the onesie in her place before setting her on the fur liner. Sandy didn’t want to admit it but it felt really soft and comfortable, “Arms and legs in dear.” “But I won’t be able to use my hands!” Sandy complained which earned her an eye rolling from her Amazon mother. “You don’t need to use your hands at the doctor’s office.” She said as she began to gently move Sandy’s arms and legs into the sleeves. With a quick zip the onesie was sealed and Sandy was at the mercy of Laurel’s whim, “You look so precious!” Laurel cooed and gently pulled the little’s hair out from the onesie so that it was flowing out of the hood, “Alright, that is about it.” Laurel turned to Michelle, “Behave for Daddy, he will be right up in a minute.” Laurel turned and exited the nursery with Sandy in her arms. “Laurel, I’m starving can I have a bottle?” Sandy looked up at the Amazon’s face before a thought crossed her mind, “Wait, did I just ask for a bottle?” “I’m sorry dear but you need to have been fasting for twelve hours before this check up and it just hit twelve hours, you can have a bottle after we leave the doctor’s For some reason Sandy’s brain thought that was unfair, “Nooooooo! I’m hungry and want a bottle!” Sandy whined and started to squirm Laurel sighed as she carried the squirming little down the stairs, however, the Amazon had a slight smile as she entered the kitchen where her husband was currently attending to a set of crystal, “Michelle is in the nursery and wants to play in the snow, I told her if she was good then she could play in the snow. Stick her in the bouncer and turn on Yunno while you get ready for the party. Let her play for an hour or two.” Laurel said as she focused on keeping Sandy from squirming out of her grasp and falling. “How’s her milk training going?” Stuart said as he turned around the pink flowery apron he was wearing. “Take a look, I told her she couldn’t have her bottle until after her appointment. She became all fussy.” Stuart smiled, “Going well then.” “Quite well.” She nodded and adjusted her hold on Sandy, “Well, I’m going to get going traffic is going to be murder and with all the southie tourists coming up, the wrecks are gonna be all over, especially with the snow.” Laurel walked into the garage after kissing Stuart. “I want a bottle!” Sandy kicked and whined as she was strapped into her car seat “After your appointment.” She smiled as she turned the car on and pulled out of the garage. ********** The drive from the suburbs scenic thanks to the dusting of snow that the area was getting and of course that meant wrecks all along the highway. Currently Laurel was stuck waiting for the police to clear the road of a flipped car. Laurel spied an over bundled Amazon couple arguing with a little in a ski jacket. The little gestured to the flipped car a few times, clearly it was his car. As the time grew Sandy’s whining grew louder and louder, eventually Laurel was at her wits end. “Let’s see how much I can get away with.” Laurel sighed as she dug in the glove compartment for a special tag. Laurel soon found the tag and hung it on the rearview mirror. The tag designated the car as containing a Bureau director and gave the vehicle special privileges. All it took was to get an officer’s attention and Laurel’s car was soon slowly moving through the accident scene. “Thank goodness for these tags.” Laurel smiled as she put the tag away after putting some distance between her and the accident site. The rest of the drive was uneventful and they soon pulled into a small plaza. Laurel unbuckled the whining little before sticking an inflater in the girl’s mouth and inflating it, “You might be cute, but you are loud too.” She smiled as she carried Sandy into a doctor’s office that was abandoned save for a single Amazon working the check in counter. “Crimson for Dr.Kulp.” Laurel smiled as she signed in. “Go on in, exam room ten. I will notify the doctor that you have arrived.” She said as she scribbled something down on a clipboard. Laurel nodded and thanked the receptionist before walking out of the waiting room and down a hallway before coming upon the assigned examination room and entering it. Sandy was complaining the entire time, but due to the gag in her mouth all that came out were muffled sounds. She had been laid down in an exam table that had bars on it, it was basically a crib with a plastic mattress that had some paper on it. “So, you are the reason I had to open on Festivus eve.” An Amazon in a lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck smiled as he entered the exam room, “Laurel, always good to see you.” “Good to see you too Stephan.” She nodded. “So, this is little Sandy then, hmmmm?” He sat down on a rolling stool and dropped on side of the exam table’s bars, “Mind if I take her pacifier and onesie off” he gesture to the “Go ahead, but she is craving milk so she will be whiny.” She said as she sat down in a chair. “Oh trust me, I can deal with a whiny little.” He smiled as he removed the jacket onesie first before deflating the pacifier and removing it. “I WANT MILKIE!” Sandy yelled the second the pacifier was removed. “See what I mean? She is seriously craving it.” laurel sighed, “Problem is, we only just got her yesterday. She should not be hooked that quickly. “Well.” The doctor used his stethoscope to hear Sandy’s heart. “COLD!” Sandy yelped as the cold metal made contact with her chest. “I’m sorry sweetie.” He cooed as he turned to Laurel, “Well, your milk’s K94 quotient is quite high. However, even with your levels being as high as they are, that would not explain her becoming dependant on it, unless….” “Unless what?” “Unless, she was an addict. I’ve noticed that littles who were once addicted to narcotics quickly become dependant on Amazon milk and as you know when a little body craves K94 it will enter a state similar to this.” The doctor said as he looked at Sandy’s tattoo on her shoulder, “Was she military?” “Yes, she served with Michelle.” Laurel nodded still trying to comprehend what the doctor just said. “I’ve seen this is a few of candidates that were brought through here.” He looked down at Sandy, “Say, awwwwwwww, sweetie. I promise you will get your milk soon.” “Awwwwwwwww.” Sandy giggled a bit as she opened her mouth for the doctor. “Throat looks good. now for the fun part.” He turned to Laurel, I’d suggest holding her tightly. I will be back in a few minutes.” Dr. Kulp sighed before leaving the room. Laurel sighed and picked up sandy, “You are being a very good girl Sandy, just a few more minutes before you get your milkies I promise.” Laurel's mind was swimming with the revelation that Sandy may have been an addict. Laurel thought back to the day before when Sandy asked if her medication was habit forming, it all made sense now. Laurel came from a military background so she could understand the stress of military life, yet she never saw combat so should could never truly understand what Sandy had gone through. Soon Dr.Kulp entered the room flanked by a pair of nurses, “Alright Sandy, we are just going to do a little procedure and then you can have your milkies, how does that sound?” “I want milkies!” Sandy squirmed in Laurel’s grip as one of the nurses examined the little’s right arm. “I got a decent vein right here doctor.” The nurse said before wiping the area with an alcohol wipe as the other one tied a tourniquet around the top of Sandy’s arm. “Too tight!’ Sandy complained. “It's just for a minute Sandy.” Dr. Kulp said as he hid the needle from Sandy for as long as he could, “So are you excited for your first Festivus?” “Hu huh.” Sandy nodded. “Why don’t you tell Dr. Kulp where you are going next month?” Laurel rubbed Sandy’s back to try and calm her down. “Oh? You have a trip coming up?” Dr. Kulp smiled as he prepared. “Uh huh.” Sandy nodded, “Daddy is taking Michelle and I too Earth!” “Oh wow! I’m jealous, I’ve never been to Earth. You’ll have to tell me all about it when you get back.” Kulp motioned one of the nurses to distract Sandy with a stuffed toy while the other one held Sandy’s right arm still. “Uh huh!” Sandy smiled as she looked at the toy, oblivious to what was about to happen, “It’s really pretty there.” “I bet it is.” Dr. Kulp said as he gently inserted the syringe and started to draw blood from Sandy, “What are you going to do while you’re there?” “I dunno.” Sandy said, her eyes were focused on the toy. She could feel the pinch from the needle and every part of her body was demanding that she cry out in pain, but one part of her was keeping her from doing that. “But you’re still excited for the trip huh?” he smiled as he removed the syringe and applied a band aid, “All done.” “Uh huh!” She smiled as the touriquit was removed from her arm. It was then that she started to tear up, “Mommy! My arm hurts!” Sandy held up her right arm to show Laurel. “Uh oh!” Laurel smiled, “I think your arm needs some kisses.” Laurel gently kissed the little’s arm, “There we go, feeling better.” Sandy nodded a bit, “uh huh. Can I have my milkies now?” “Of course you can sweetie.” She smiled as the medical staff left the room. Laurel quickly took her sweater and undershirt off before starting to nurse Sandy, “After this I was thinking that we could do some Festivus shopping. You still need to get Daddy and Michelle their gifts.” Laurel said as Sandy drank herself to capacity. ********** Stuart smiled as Michelle waddled around the backyard as she played with Buster. The Golden Retriever loved playing with Michelle and Stuart often caught the two of them cuddled up next to the fireplace on the days that he had decided to light it. The prep work for the party had been hell, but Stuart always did love a good challenge. However, he was convinced that the host selection was rigged given that this was the second year in a row he was chosen to host. After checking his watch he saw that it was nearly two in the afternoon! Laurel and Sandy should have been back by now. Just as he was reaching for his phone Laurel walked out the sliding glass backdoor with Sandy in her arms. “We are home.” Laurel smiled as she saw Michelle having fun in the snow, “Sandy got her blood work down and we got some presents. I will get the girl’s changed into their party outfits because we all know Liza likes to arrive early.” She said as a chime echoed through the house, “Speak of the devil.” Sandy saw Michelle’s face turn from a rosy pink to a pale pink as she heard the doorbell. END OF CHAPTER Chapter 11 Director Liza Scapti, all seventeen feet of her strode through the doorway past Stuart. Her shoulder length platinum white hair shimmering as it brushed against her red cocktail dress, a fur coat was draped over her. Behind her was her husband, Daniel strode in wearing a simple polo shirt and carrying a light blue diaper bag and matching bundle in his arms, a little. “Stuart, Laurel, y’all are looking well this afternoon.” Liza smiled as she set her coat on the nearby rack. “Why thank you Director.” Laurel smiled as she adjusted her hold on Sandy. Sandy’s eyes were still a bit cloudy. The last thing she remembered was wanting milk and the next thing she knew she was strapped into a shopping cart as Laurel browsed a toy store for a gift for Michelle. The gap in her memory disturbed her, what the hell did they do to her? “This little thing must be Sandy.” Liza walked over to Laurel and looked down at the little, “So much trouble in such a small package, but then again that is essentially what littles are.” She chuckled, “Glad to see that she is where she belongs.” Liza smiled before taking the bundle from Daniel, “I can’t wait to introduce Thomas to his new friend.” Liza smiled as she held the bundle close to her. “Laurel, why don't you go get the girls into their dresses while I make Liza and Daniel comfortable.” Stuart smiled as he shut the front door before walking over to the sliding glass back door and opening it, “Buster, Michelle come in.” Stuart called out. Buster ran right in and sat himself right next to the fire. Michelle was less inclined to end her play time. “Five more minutes!” The little whined and sat down in the snow with her arms crossed. “You know it's almost time for the party dear. Now come inside so mommy and put you and Sandy into your party dresses.” Stuart sighed and stepped out onto the porch, the wind causing his apron to flutter. “No! I am not coming in! I hate the stupid party!” Michelle stuck her tongue out and stayed in the snow. Stuart sighed and rubbed his temples. He did not need the added stress of trying to deal with a little that wanted to keep playing in the snow, “Michelle, if you come in and behave like a good girl, I will let you stay up and watch a scary movie.” Stuart sighed, this was not his usual style, he was always more vinegar than honey but he didn’t have time for vinegar, he had his boss to entertain. “With popcorn?” Michelle retracted her tongue, Stuart had her attention. “Yes, that special popcorn that you love so much.” Stuart grimace slightly at the mention of the popcorn. Laurel had bought it from a vendor at a street fair last month. The combination of chocolate, caramel, and salt was repulsive the minute it touched Stuart’s tongue. It was revolting to him and Laurel, yet for some reason Michelle loved it. “Popcorn and a soda!” Michelle tried pushing her luck. “No dice. If you have a soda then you won’t be able to go to bed and you will be cranky during Festivus. You don’t wanna be cranky during Festivus do you?” Michelle shook her head, “No! I don’t wanna be cranky on Festivus.” “Then come inside so mommy can make you all pretty.” Stuart was at the end of his rope but he wasn’t showing it. “Okay.” Michelle sighed before waddling through the snow to the concrete slab patio. “Good girl.” Stuart smiled and helped her take her orange puffer coat off before sending her waddling towards Laurel and Sandy. Laurel smiled at Michelle and picked her up, “You little rascal.” She kissed Michelle’s forehead as she walked up the stairs. Sandy was dumbfounded at the exchange she just witnessed. She was expecting Stuart to throw the hammer down and make Michelle come in rather than making a deal with her. “I wanna play in the snow tomorrow!” Michelle rested her head on Laurel’s shoulder, pressing her face into Laurel’s neck. “We will see about that.” Laurel shivered slightly, “Your face is cold.” She kissed Michelle as she entered the nursery. Just as they entered the nursery Sandy felt something deep inside her as she saw laurel showering Michelle with affection, something she has not felt in a long time: jealousy. It started slowly and quietly, a soft sound from the back of Sandy’s throat to try and get laurel’s attention and when that didn’t work Sandy increased the volume. Sandy knew what she was doing what childish, yet for some reason it felt right to try and get Laurel’s attention away from Michelle. “What's wrong sweetie?” Laurel cooed quickly set Michelle down on the soft carpeting before devoting her attention to Sandy, “Are you wet?” Laurel said before laying Sandy down on the changing table and getting her out of her fur lined jacket onesie, “You don't seem to be that wet, maybe a little damp but nothing warranting a changing.” Laurel frowned, “Are you hungry again already?” Sandy blushed and looked away from Laurel, “No… I’m not that hungry.” Her mind suddenly catching up with her body, the need for attention suddenly turning into embarrassment for what she did. “Then what did you want?” Laurel looked down at the little, whose long black hair was splayed about on the changing table. “Attention.” Sandy blushed even more, “I’m sorry.” Laurel couldn’t help but laugh, “You are just the sweetest little in the world.” Laurel picked the girl up and held Sandy close, “Its fine, littles need lots of attention. It's only natural to want what you need.” Sandy couldn’t help but smile as she was held, the soft beating of Laurel’s heart soothed her and made her feel at peace, that was until she could hear Michelle making the same noises she was making earlier. “Uh oh, I think someone wants attention too.” Laurel slowly sat down so that both of the littles could sit in her lap, “I will tell both of you this right now. Daddy and I love both of you and we always will.” She kissed both girls on the head, “Michelle, I know you don’t get along with the other littles and Sandy, I know that you are nervous about meeting them for the first time.” “That's not true!” Sandy blurted out right into Laurel’s breasts, however, Laurel was right. Sandy was very nervous about meeting other littles, so far Michelle was the only other diapered little that she knew. She had only been Stuart and Laurel’s little for less than a week, yet she felt loved here, more love than she ever felt with her parents back on Earth, yet part of her was saying that what was going on was wrong and that she could try to escape, but there was another side of her that was saying the opposite: that she should embrace her new life and life with Stuart, Laurel, and Michelle for the rest of time. Laurel smiled and slowly layed down on her back so that the two girls could both fit on her stomach, this was Laurel’s favorite position to be in. When she was like this she didn’t have a care in the world aside from the two littles on her chest. There were days when she felt like she was at her wits end with how tiresome her job as a military analyst for Libertality’s largest news organization was, but whenever Laurel returned home and saw Michelle’s smiling face, she could feel the day’s stress melt away as she cradled the little in her arms. Occasionally she had regrets about not having any biological children of her own, but that no longer happened. Now she had two littles that she could love and hold, she had not a care in the world right now. She didn’t care about the party, right now all that was on her mind were her littles. ****** Laurel had no idea how long she laid with the girl’s on her chest, all she knew that she was happy, she may have also fallen asleep along with the girls. When Laurel did wake up Stuart was entering the nursery. “There you are.” He smiled and picked the two sleeping littles up, “You three sleep well?” “It was amazing.” Laurel smiled as she stood up and stretched. “Good, everyone else is here and the pen has been set up for the littles.” Stuart smiled and cradled both of the girls. “I thought we were doing two play pens to keep conflict down.” Martha crossed her arms. “That was the plan, but Julieta brought some prototype thing she calls the Infinite Playpen. It is basically just a bunch of expanding fences connected together in order to turn the entire living room into a playpen. More room, less conflict” Stuart smiled, “It is going to be the most peaceful Festivus party ever.” “Or the loudest.” Laurel sighed, “Keeping the girls seperate from the others while we are having dinner is the practical solution, not some prototype playpen that Julieta whipped up. She is a genius yes, but she can also be quite scatterbrained at times, especially when her little is involved.” Laurel opened the nursery door, “I’m gonna change, put the girl’s in their party dresses and take them down. “ Laurel sighed and shut the door behind her. Stuart sighed and looked down at the sleeping littles, “Hey you two time to wake up.” He smiled and walked towards the crib before gently setting the two of them down. “Daddy?” Michelle yawned as she rubbed her eyes and looked around. Stuart was looking through the closet. “Yes dear?” Stuart smiled as he pulled out two frilly party dresses, one orange and one pink. “Do I have to go down there? Can’t I just stay up here?” She sighed “No you can’t.” Stuart set the dresses on a lower shelf of the changing table before picking Michelle up and feeling her diaper, “Alright, so a diaper change and a party dress.” Stuart kissed Michelle’s cheek, “Remember, you have been such a good girl lately, keep it up and you may get more scary movies.” He set her down on the changing table and went to work cleaning her up. “But the other littles are such jerks! They hate me!” Michelle kicked a bit out of frustration. Stuart frowned and grabbed Michelle’s ankles, “We do not kick, you should know that.” He said as he wiped the girl’s rear, “They don’t hate you, you just don’t get along with them. It doesn’t mean they hate you.” “Yes it does!” Michelle whined as Stuart generously powdered her behind, “They always bully me!” “Dear, we will be right in the dining room. You will be fine.” Stuart said as he knelt down, “ Lets see, princess, waddler, crawler, or…. immobilizer?” Michelle’s eyes went wide, “You wouldn’t dare!” Stuart couldn’t help but laugh, “Relax, I was just joking.” “That was not funny!” Michelle grumbled and crossed her arms, “Not funny at all!” Stuart ignored Michelle as brought up a decently thick orange and white cloth diaper, “What about this one? You haven’t worn it in quite a long time, I think you will look good in it.” Stuart lifted Michelle’s rear up and slid the cloth diaper under it before bringing the front up and snapping the taps together, “And since you are gonna be in that, you need some plastic pants too.” While Michelle was being diapered Sandy slowly started to wake up, slowly but surely she rose to her feet, using the bars of the crib for support. She could see Michelle being put into her orange party dress, “Daddy?” She yawned loudly, not thinking about what she said. “In a minute sweetie, I’m just about done with your sister.” He smiled as he straightened the dress on Michelle before setting her on the floor, “Alright, let's get you all nice and pretty.” He picked up Sandy, “And you little lady need a diaper change.” “No I don’t!” Sandy blushed, however, her diaper told a different story. “Oh yes I think you do.” He patted her soggy rear which elicited a gasp from the girl. “B-but I don’t wet the bed.” Sandy whimpered as she was laid down on the changing table. “But you just did, its okay dear, you are only a little.” He smiled and started to change her diaper. “R-right, I’m just a little.” She nodded, however, in her mind she was thinking differently, “You do not wet the bed! You are not a little, you are a human!” Sandy dismissed the thoughts and before she knew it she was in a waddler diaper and the pink party dress. “Hmmm, I’m debating whether or not to braid your hair.” Stuart pursed his lips, “Nah, I need to get you two down in time for the show.” He smiled and picked Michelle up before leaving the nursery. “Wait, the show? Sandy looked over at Michelle. “I’ll tell you later.” Michelle grumbled as they descended the stairs. “Look who finally decided to come down.” Stuart called out as he walked down the stairs. The scene that lay before Sandy was straight from the nightmares of many a free little: a group playdate. Six littles, all in cutsie party outfits with either visible diapers or visible diaper bulges. All of the littles save one were in a corral of some sorts, string of folding fences combined with the sectional created an inescapable prison that the sectional looked out on. The second Stuart announced their presence, Sandy could feel all the eyes in the room turn to face her, the girl suddenly became very self conscious about her collar, she had had it on only a day now, yet it felt like it wasn’t even there. Sandy was so busy looking at the littles that she didn’t notice the Amazons sitting on the sectional, she recognized Liza and Martha. Martha was in one of her trademark cashmere sweaters and Liza was bouncing a little in overalls. Sandy could barely look at the other Amazons before she was set down within the corral with Michelle. “Alright, let's go get our drinks and then the show can begin!” Stuart smiled as him and the rest of the Amazons stepped over the fence and went to the kitchen. Liza took the little that she was bouncing. Michelle sighed as she saw the Amazons leave, her attention quickly turned to the five other littles in the playpen. They had grouped together and were whispering amongst themselves, “Sandy, meet the Board of Diapers, minus Thomas.” Sandy pointed to a pair of asian looking girls with matching scarlet and gold dresses, “Those two are Mi and Li, don’t ask me which is which, I don’t know.” The twins stuck their tongues out in synch. “Charming.” Sandy rolled her eyes. “That sorry excuse for a girl is Coco, or as she was formerly known, Michael.” Michelle pointed to a little dolled up in a frilly pink lace dress with flowing brown ringlets and a pacifier between her lips. “Doesn’t look too bad.” Sandy smiled, however, her smile was met with a scowl from the dolled up little. “That’s Kimberly.” Michelle gestured to the only other little that she recognized, Kimberly was dressed up nearly identical to when Sandy first saw her. “Kim, do you wear any other outfits?” Sandy raised an eyebrow. Kimberly looked like she was going to answer but remained silent. “Finally, that little trouble maker is Louis.” Michelle crossed her arms. “Oh, I’m the trouble maker?” The little that Michelle called Louis chuckled. He was dressed in a polo shirt and jeans that had a clear diaper bulge, “At least I’m not wearing a collar, none of us are that stupid.” Michelle growled and turned to Sandy, “See what I have to deal with?” She sighed and sat against the sectional, “So lemme prep you for what is about to happen. Remember all that work we saw Daddy put into making dinner tonight?” “Yeah, it looks really good.” Sandy smiled as she thought about all the food. “There is one spot open at that table and we are fighting for it!” Michelle smiled as Sandy sat next to her. “Excuse me?” Sandy was confused, why would she be fighting for a spot at the table? Surely the Amazons wouldn’t let them starve, right? “The show, it goes on at every directorate party. It's basically a cute off, we all put on an act and try and be the cutest, because the cutest gets the seat. It used to be that there were two seats up, but that was before it was decided that Thomas always got a seat.” Michelle grumbled the last part. “W-what happens if we don’t win a seat?” Sandy looked past Michelle at the group of littles whispering to themselves. “We get the jars of little food.” She shook her head, “Disgusting, it tastes like crap!” “So, we need to win the show then? We can both get the seat?” Sandy smiled at the prospect of eating all the food that she saw Stuart preparing. “I dunno, the only other pair was Mi and Li.” Michelle leaned in and whispered, “But they never win, Thomas’ mommy and daddy think they are creepy.” Sandy couldn’t help but giggle at the statement, however, her giggles quickly disappeared as the Amazons took their places on the sectional. Sandy and Michelle soon found themselves in between the legs of Stuart and Laurel. “Go and sit near the other littles you two.” Stuart smiled, a bottle of beer in his hand. Sandy looked up and saw wine glasses or beer bottles in the hands of almost every single Amazon. Thomas was sitting in the lap of his daddy who was drinking from a can of soda. “Come on Sandy.” Michelle sighed and started to crawl towards the assembled littles in the middle of the corral. Sandy followed Michelle and joined the group of littles. She could see the Amazons drinking and enjoying themselves, “Michelle, what do we do?” She said as her breath started to quicken. “Just uh, just play along.” Michelle whispered as Stuart stood up in front of the other Amazons. “Ladies and Gentlemen of the Directorate and their families. Welcome to the annual Festivus party!” Stuart smiled and waited for Liza to stop cheering, “As with every holiday party, as the host of this party it is my privilege to announce the start of The Show! However, this time we have a new contestant, the newest addition to my family, Sandy Crimson.” Stuart smiled at his two littles, “Now, as is tradition the hosts’ littles go first, folks, I present to you, the Crimson Littles!” Stuart smiled and took his seat on the couch. “Come on, it's our set.” Michelle sighed and guided Sandy as they waddled to the area in front of the couch, “I really should have been preparing for this when I was playing in the snow.” Sandy looked up at the faces of the Amazons, all laughing and smiling. Suddenly Sandy found herself not in front of the Amazons, she wasn’t even on Amazonia, she was back on Earth, at Bay Acres Elementary school. She was six, it was the school play, Springtime in Winter. She was a sunflower, all dressed to fit the part complete with headpiece. She was nervous as her que came up, when it was time she walked out onto the stage and looked out on the audience, scanning the crowd for her parents in their suits, all she saw were two empty chairs among a sea of blank faces. She started to cry for her mother and could feel her crotch growing warm before she was ushered off the stage by her teacher. Michelle was all ready to improv some cutesy stuff that she knew Amazons just adored. Just before she started Sandy burst into tears and started to call for her mommy, “Sandy? Are you okay?” She whispered. “I want my mommy!” She cried as she looked around trying to find her mother. Michelle sighed and hugged Sandy, “Sandy, Sandy. Sandy, look at me.” Michelle couldn’t help but steal glimpses at the Amazons, they seemed concerned, Laurel looked like she was about to go comfort Sandy. “M-michelle?” Sandy rubbed her eyes. “That's right, I’m right here Sandy.” Michelle smiled and rubbed Sandy’s back just as Laurel had done for her hundreds of times. “Did I ever tell you have have really bad stage fright.” Sandy chuckled a bit. “You big dolt.” She smiled as she touched her forehead to Sandy’s and kept hugging Sandy. “Very good girls.” Stuart smiled as Laurel quickly set her wine glass on the table and picked the two girls up. “Its okay Sandy, its okay.” She cooed as she sat back down before holding them close to her heart, “Its okay, Mommy is here.” “Next up is the second double act, The Twins!” Stuart smiled and nodded to the two littles. “I’m sorry Michelle, I ruined our chances.” She sighed as she rubbed her eyes more. She could just barely make out the twins doing some little cutsie dance routine. “It's fine, the little food isn’t that bad.” Michelle smiled and kissed Sandy’s forehead. The rest of the acts came and went until all that was left was to decide who won. “Alright everyone, time to vote. First off, the Crimsons.” Stuart smiled and raised his hand along with five other Amazons. “Come on! The twins had such a good routine this year!” Dr. Steel grumbled. “Yeah, but they are so fucking creepy!” Liza giggled, “Besides, that was adorable! Who doesn’t find little love cute as hell!” “Language dear.” Daniel sighed and covered Thomas’ ears. “Well the, given that the majority have voted for my adorable littles, they win!” Stuart smiled, “Now, girls, you have to decide who is going to eat with us.” “You should go Sandy. You got us the win.” Michelle smiled. “No, you go. You deserve after all you have done for me. I refuse to take the seat.” Sandy smiled back as she wiped the last few tears away. Laurel smiled and set Sandy down in the corral, “That was very nice of you Sandy.” Laurel smiled. “Alright everyone, let's go eat!” Stuart smiled and led the group of Amazons with the two littles into the kitchen where the table was set and the Crimson’s two highchairs were set up. Sandy sighed as the Amazons left the living room leaving her in the corral with the rest of The Board of Diapers, who quickly moved towards her. “Back off.” She frowned and sat against the couch. Louis frowned, “Why the hostility? Michelle has poisoned your mind against us hasn’t she?” “Shut up, you hate us!” Sandy grumbled as they surrounded her. “Why would we hate you?” The twins answered in unison. “Because we came from Earth, that's why you hate Michelle.” Sandy balled her fists in preparation for what could happen. “We don’t hate her because she is from Earth, we hate that she has been brainwashed into loving the Amazons.” Louis crossed his arms, “The Amazons aren’t as amazing as you think, we are all examples of that.” “What do you mean? Michelle isn’t brainwashed!” Sandy shook her head. “Oh is she? Mi, Li, show her.” Louis sighed as the twins waddled up to Sandy and lifted the back of their hair to expose tattoos on the nape. One said Mi, the other said Li. “See, their Amazon got them tattooed to tell which one is which!” “So?” Sandy started to tear up again. “Look at Micheal over there!” Louis pointed to the little known as Coco, “He didn’t want to be a girl! His Amazons wanted a girl but the waitlist for one was too long, so you know what they did? They adopted a little in Galice and had them make him a girl! Just because they couldn't wait and didn’t want to try and hunt one.” “H-hunt?” Sandy whimpered. “Yeah, hunt. That's when an Amazon forces one of us littles off the streets and into littlehood. I was a college student about to graduate from the top college in this damn country. But during winter break I got a bit tipsy and fell into a puddle. Bitch used that as an excuse to forcibly adopt me!” “No! Littles have rights in Libertality!” Sandy shook her head. She had finally found somewhere where she was loved and yet it was just an illusion, no, she was loved here! “Yeah, we do now. But a few years ago, not as much. There were still hunting laws on the books! Those got repealed recently, we know because the Amazons got pretty mad about them getting removed. The paradise that the Amazons advertise is not the product. Tell her Kim.” Louis sighed and looked at Kimberly. “It’s true.” Kim sighed. “No! Martha seems like one of the nicest people ever!” Sandy shook her head more. “Up until the point where she thinks I’ve talked too much and puts a silencer pacifier in my mouth, or when she thinks I’ve been up too much and straps me into my crib, or when she thinks I haven’t used my diapers enough so she gives me an enema!” Kim whimpered and started to tear up. “So you see Sandy.” Louis waddled up to her and put his hand on her shoulder, “We don’t hate Michelle, we want to save her.” Sandy’s tears started to dribble down her cheek as Louis and the other littles tried to break down per perception of the world where she was loved, the world where she finally felt happy after ages of just surviving, “No! You are just jealous!” Sandy started to cry and held her knees close to her chest, “YOU JUST WANT MOMMY AND DADDY FOR YOURSELFS” She screamed causing the other littles to jump back. “Whats going on?” Laurel frowned as she walked out of the dining room and into the living room. The sight of Sandy in the position she was in triggered the Amazon’s mothering instincts, “Shame on you all! You need to be nice to Sandy, especially since she is new. Your mommies and daddies will be very disappointed in you!” Laurel frowned as she picked up the crying mess that was Sandy and carried her into the kitchen. “What happened?” Liza looked up from her plate of turkey. “I don’t know. I saw the rest of the littles surrounding Sandy and she was crying her poor eyes out. They must have been angry that she and Michelle won the show.” Laurel sat down in her seat and next to Michelle’s high chair and started to calm Sandy down, “Its okay sweetie, how about some milkie, you like milkie huh?” Sandy nodded as she nuzzled her face into Laurel’s breast, “uh huh, milkie.” Laurel adjusted her dress so that Sandy could nurse as she ate her dinner, “There we go, good girl.” “Laurel, was Kimberly a part of that?” Martha frowned “I think so, but I can’t say for certain.” Laurel shrugged as she went back to eating. “Well I think someone will be getting an enema tonight unless I really like her explantation.” Martha frowned and drank some of her water. “So Daniel, how is the new portal coming along?” Stuart smiled as he took a swig from his beer bottle. “Well, the probes have found several promising dimensions, however, establishing diplomatic relations with these worlds seems unlikely as they have yet to move past primitive city states, but there is massive potential in my opinion.” Daniel smiled before wiping a bit of mashed potatoes off of Thomas’ face. “So that means we will be getting more littles?” Stuart smiled. “Oh yes, if we do our procurement properly we should have a very good supply of littles. If we are lucky we can have them revere us as gods and offer up their own as sacrifices, however, an in depth review of their societies would need to be conducted prior to anything of the sort. Liza smiled, “Everyone, I’d like to make a toast.” Liza raised her glass, “To The Bureau!” “To The Bureau!” The rest of the Amazons raised their glasses. ******** Stuart smiled as the party started to wrap up, aside from the incident just after they had started eating everything went smoothly, all the plates had been cleaned and put in the sink, the leftovers were put away, and Michelle and Sandy were snoozing away in their crib. Now all that was left was to explain his actions regarding the girls and Rainbow to his wife. “Hey Liza, Julieta, can you come here for a sec, I need your help to explain Rainbow and the girls to Laurel.” Stuart sighed as he braced himself. “Sure.” Liza walked over to Laurel, “Laurel, as you know Rainbow is our bath of littles we use for R&D purposes, right?” “Yes, and I saw that Stuart had signed the girls up to be a part of that group.” She crossed her arms. “Yes, well Stuart wanted…. Some custom work done and unfortunately what he wanted was not entirely…. Legal.” Liza looked down as Julieta took an SD card case from her purse. “Here you go Stuart.” She handed the case to Stuart who quickly opened it and examined the SD card inside. “What is that?” Laurel frowned. “An early Festivus gift.” Stuart smiled and handed it to Laurel, “You always said that you regretted not having an kids of your own, well with this we can.” “Stuart, I don't understand.” Laurel looked at the case with confusion. “Hypnotic suggestion.” Liza smiled, “Illegal under nearly every circumstance, except R&D for exportation to other countries, thus warrenting the girls be put into Rainbow, because this is technically an R&D project.” “That makes sense, I guess.” Laurel had no idea what they were saying and just said that so she move on, “So what do we do?” “Well.” Julieta smiled, “Just slot this into any mobile’s SD slot and it will implant the commands into the girls as they sleep. Now, the commands will essentially change the girls’ mindsets. I programed the following into the commands: Infant, toddler, grade school, high school, college, and reset. Rest assured that the girls’ personalities will not be changed in anyway, shape, or form. All that changes is their mindset.” Laurel was stunned, “I-I don’t know what to say.” “Your welcome.” Liza smiled as she put her fur coat back on, “Happy Festivus.” She said before walking out the door. “Happy Festivus.” Julieta nodded as she followed Liza. “Well? Do you like it?” Stuart smiled nervously. “I don’t like that you went behind my back to get it. You could have just told me.” Laurel sighed. “But where is the surprise in that?” Stuart smiled. Laurel smiled back, “I love it. Happy Festivus you loveable rock you.” “Happy Festivus dear.” Stuart smiled and kissed Laurel. “By the way, for going behind my back like you did, you are on diaper detail all day tomorrow.” END OF CHAPTER

In 2013 I fell on ice out side I was 64 that was when I lost my bladder control.to tell the truth I just started to like that I wet

I prefer diapers, but I also like having a choice of where I go.

I honestly have not noticed much of a difference when plugged and diapered. I will say the best thing about wearing a plug when diapered is that you can use as much lubricant as you want with no concern of the mess it leaves. Diapers were designed for messes. Wearing diapers also help to keep plugs where they belong....deep inside a sissy's pussy.

Wow I’m really late I only felt the urge to try it last week and I’m 41 so I guess I have a bit of catching up to do

11 or 12, started with pooping my pants over the toilet though

17. I’m a bad person. I closed the door behind me and took a few breaths. A prisoner. They couldn't be talking about anybody else, not with how specific they'd been, and so the voice in my head that tried to reason down that path was quickly shut up. It had to be a mistake, though. What could someone so sweet ever have done to be thrown in prison? I made my way up the stairs and stood at the top, watching the police car disappear back into the tree-line. "They're gone, gum-drop. They won't be coming back. You're safe." I climbed out from under the bed, looking out my bedroom window. No police car. Cohen wouldn't look at me, though. She stared out the window after the car that had already left her sight. "Cohen…" She didn't respond, though, and I thought it best to continue without the reaction. "Could… I have something to wear? It could be old or… I don't know. Just anything… maybe shoes…?" It was asking a lot, I knew. I shouldn't have even asked. She'd already done so much… "Thank you… for everything…" And I walked past her and out of the bedroom. "Sit down, please. On the bed." She looked at me, desperately wanting to say no, but doing what I'd asked regardless. I sat down next to her after having closed the door behind me. I had to be tactful with this, I had to be certain, had to know everything before I could talk to Emerson about it. "Please tell me everything. I don't want you to go, gum-drop. I want you to stay and I want to keep you safe. I meant that all when I promised it. This doesn't change anything. But I need you to be honest." I looked into her pretty blue eyes and took her hand in mine. "Please?" I shook my head and tried standing up. Cohen wouldn't have that, though. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down on the bed. I took my hand out of hers and played with my fingers in each other, looking down at the mess of tangled fingers I was creating. "Nothing to say… I'm a bad person. I gotta go. It's fine. I knew it would happen, and it's really fine… it was great of you to cover for me, but I'm not risking you or Emerson again…" "They won't come back, gum-drop. I'm the sort of woman who won't perform a euthanasia on an animal that hurts a person. I vote against the death penalty. I don't even believe that sexual predators should have to be registered for life. I think they can be helped, because everybody deserves a chance to change. Everybody. But your first step toward change is honesty." She didn't seem to be interested in what I had to say, but I could see my words sinking in with her in some basic level because she sat there, still, vacantly staring out the window. She… was serious? She wanted me here, still? She wouldn't though. If she really wanted honesty, she wouldn't want me anymore. And then she'd let me go. I hated the thought, but… it had to happen. She'd already lied to the police; I'd ask nothing more from her. "I killed someone. A ten year old boy…" I couldn't look at Cohen as I spoke, tears starting to cloud my eyes. "I was drunk. Really drunk. And I drove home, and I didn't see him. I was seventeen. They tried me as an adult at eighteen, sentenced at nineteen. And I'm not going to lie, Cohen, I deserve everything life gives me from now on. All the troubles in the universe…" It took me a long time to manage words. I pictured the boy in my head, I thought about the family losing their child and thought about all the lives destroyed by that callous action, by that careless mistake. But it was a mistake. It was without malice. "Do you regret it, Lottie? And would you do anything at all to go back and stop it from happening?" My tone wasn't judgmental, wasn't condemning: just questions. Simple questions that I asked without ulterior motive and expected an answer to. I nodded my head, tears sliding down my cheeks. I still couldn't make eye contact. "Every day of my life… or what's left of it…" I climbed to my feet again, still shorter than Cohen, and continued to look at my bare feet. "I'm not staying… I can't. I'm not the victim, I'm not Rikki. I'm the criminal. The kidnapper. The rapist. The murderer…" The last word was difficult to get out and I felt my whole body shake. I needed to go… I put my hand on the girl’s chin and directed her gaze to my own, looking into her crying eyes and finally managing a smile. "You have remorse and regret. And you'll never let that happen again, will you? It was a horrible mistake, but it wasn't planned, wasn't intended. It was careless, but not malicious. Nothing you can do will bring that boy back, Lottie. But one life is over; it doesn't mean another should be, too. Everybody deserves another chance. Please stay." "I can't…" This was something I'd been running from for a long time. Ever since my sentence, I'd been trying to escape. But what I was really trying to leave behind was this feeling. But it's not gone… it's still here. And the person I was… they're gone. And all that's left is Lottie… "I should… turn myself in… I owe it to that kid…" My whole body trembled, and no matter how I tried to stop, I simply couldn't. "His name was Jaime…" Was. "Will you better redeem yourself by rotting in a prison cell and losing any chance of contributing to society? Or by making a conscious effort to make a positive difference in the world? I don't think the prison system as it is works, gum-drop. But that's beside the point. When I look into your eyes, do you know what I see?" I let go of her chin and took her hand in mine instead. "I see a vulnerable young girl who'd do anything to have another chance to do life over without messing it all up." "And how am I supposed to make a positive difference, Cohen?" I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't stop thinking about Jaime. "I can't even… even leave the house. I'm being hunted by the whole damn country. They don't want me going free… they won't ever stop looking… blonde hair won't change that…" Or red, or whatever. No disguise would work. They'd find me. I'd go back anyway. I could rot in here or I could rot in there.

11. I’m tired. "Think she'll run?" "I don't doubt it,” Emerson said. We waited for the girl to be entirely out of earshot before beginning that particular conversation. "Whoever hurt her… do you think she's afraid they'll come for her again?" I asked. "Mm. I suspect so. But then why wouldn't she want to be here? We're able to guarantee her safety." "Maybe it's not her safety she's worried about. Maybe it's ours?" There was an uneasy pause for a while and I stood up, kissing my husband on the cheek. "I'll go talk to her." And that's what I did; I wandered into the living room and sat down on the floor next to Lottie. "I want to know who you're running from, Lottie. Please?" I just shook my head. Just from earlier today and the time it took Cohen to join me in the living room, I'd built a sizable circuit around the room with many different paths. I still hadn't found a train yet, though I'd only opened one of the boxes. I put another piece of track into place, starting a second line next to the first. I wasn't sure why - maybe for a second train route. Though I had no trains and no place for them to go. They'd just go in circles… "There are trains in that box, there." I motioned with a smile and used the most soothing, child-friendly tone I could muster, the sort I used when I was talking to animals in surgery, even though they couldn't understand the words. Tone meant everything. "Want to see the very first train I got when I was a little girl?" I really wanted to be able to reach out and connect with Lottie, to find a common ground, but so far she'd only rebuffed my attempts. I got it, trust and all that. "Sure." In no way did I think the topic was dropped, but it was nice to have something else to talk about. I couldn't tell her the truth. I wished I could, but I'd be tormented. Even if she didn't call the police, I'd always have the fear that she would. I wouldn't be able to sleep. I would have to leave. So I ignored the problem and instead watched as Cohen opened the box of toys and picked out one of the trains. It took a few minutes of gently shifting the wooden trains around before I pulled out the little pink train and tender, holding it up with a guilty smile. "So… my parents were very big on gender norms and standards, and when I told them I wanted toy trains, Mom went out of her way to find a pink one. It's really cute, and a lovely gesture, but it's far from my favorite one." I set it down on the track and attached a number of white carriages behind it. I pulled out a train of my own - just a normal wooden one - and pushed it along the tracks. It wasn't nearly as fun as building the tracks, though, and so I went back to putting together an interior line. Cohen watched me for a long while, quiet, maybe hoping I'd say something, but I didn't have anything to say. I couldn't talk to her about what had happened. I couldn't talk to anyone. "If you decide to go, would you tell us first? I'd like to be able to say goodbye if you do, is all." I picked out a few pairs of junction tracks and smiled. "I like these ones, because you can switch between three different tracks like this, see?" I showed the simple motion of the junction and set down the tracks. "Do you like other trains? Emerson has some lego trains downstairs." "Yeah, I just like trains. I don't really care what kind. I like building tracks, Hot Wheel's tracks too." My skirting Cohen's question was entirely obvious. We both knew what that meant. I wouldn't tell them. I wasn't sure I could bear it. Three days and I'd be gone, and they couldn't know. I'd thank them of course, maybe a note. I wanted them to know all they'd done for me, but I didn't want to say goodbye. I couldn't. "You know there's a steam train museum a few towns over, maybe an hour’s drive. Emerson took his class there for a field trip last year and the kids adored it. You get to climb on the trains and there's one that does a few hour round trip, and there's an entire section of the museum with toy trains that you can build. Wanna go there tomorrow, just you and me?" I didn't want to contribute too much to her track layout; she seemed really interested in that element. "You know, it's mostly boys into trains and toy cars and stuff. But I think it's really cool that you are." I stopped, just for a second. One of the track pieces was still in my hands and the train had rolled to a stop long ago. I set the piece of track down on the carpet and climbed up to my feet, walking out of the room, tossing back a casual "I'm tired". By the time I reached the top of the stairs, my terrible tasting thumb was in my mouth. My head was spinning. She didn't know anything. You worry too much, Lottie. I dressed myself in the lavender nightgown - I shouldn't have, realistically; it was bad to hold onto something like this. But I needed comfort, and it made me so warm deep down.

that sucks. I had a person at my one job that crapped his pants too. and I asked him are you ok. he said no i crapped my self. I said o. well you should get cleaned up before it stains your pants. and i gave him a diaper to wear just incase it happend on the way home. he thanked me the next day and gave me a package of diapers. and said that it never happend. lol. to this day we are friends and he is always asking if i got extras in my bag when we hang out. I say why just in case you needed them. he then says yeah. lol.