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7. Humor me. With all of her focus on “Baby G,” Geneva came close to overlooking the audition dates for the school musical, Annie. She had been surprised when they announced it: she and many of her classmates had done it in elementary school. Back then she’d been Annie herself, but she was much older now. And there was no way she could get the main comic part, Miss Hannigan; that would clearly go to Lara Miranda. But there was also Daddy Warbucks’ assistant, Grace Farrell, as well as some great chorus parts, including one she really did covet: a solo in “NYC” that had launched Sutton Foster’s career, so why not? But Naomi had other ideas. “Go for Annie,” she told her as they walked through the mall. “Are you kidding? I’m way too old. That’s definitely going to be one of the freshmen.” But the way Naomi was looking at her told her that she had other thoughts on the matter. “Look,” she said, “you’ve done it before; that puts you a step ahead. Also you’re 4’10. A lot of young kids are taller than you.” “Rub it in, why don’tcha?” Geneva asked sarcastically. “No, no!” said Naomi. “That’s not what I meant. I meant what 14-year-old is going to be able to compete with you? You’re a really good actress and your voice kicks butt.” Geneva smiled. “Thanks, Naynay, but my voice is way more mature than my body. We both know that; it’s why we searched so hard for a Baby G voice.” “Use that,” Naomi said. Geneva looked at her friend as if she were on crack. “I can’t do that!” she said. “Why not?” “Because...Baby G! Someone will know she’s me!” Naomi took her friend’s hands and looked her straight in the eye. “No one will recognize you,” she said. “Hell, no one would recognize you as Annie under all that red curly hair. Baby G is a completely different thing. But if it worries you, try adding just a little bit of the Kristen Bell voice to it; that should disguise it completely.” It took several tries before Geneva was able to blend her Baby G voice successfully with her “I Wanna Build a Snowman” voice, but when she did, Naomi’s eyes lit up. “That’s it!” she said. “Really? Cause to me I sound like a parrot with indigestion.” “No, it’s great,” Naomi said. “Wait a sec.” She got out her cell phone and opened up a voice recording app. “Sing something,” she said. Geneva looked about them. The mall was rather empty despite it being the start of Christmas shopping season, and they hadn’t been bothered as she looked for a possible voice, but that was at a low volume. To be effective, this would take a bit of belting. “Um,” she said. “We’re not exactly in private.” Naomi shook her head. “Just do it.” And she turned the recorder on. At first, Geneva just stared, but Naomi was insistent. “Come on! Or are you going to let a lead pass you by because you weren’t willing to try?” “I’m telling you I won’t get it.” “Humor me.” Geneva sighed. When Naomi got like this there was nothing for it but to do as she asked. So she started singing. “The sun’ll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun.” She stopped, and Naomi raised her eyebrows. “More,” she said. Geneva shook her head in resignation. “Just thinking about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow til there’s none.” “Try the chorus,” Naomi urged. “Here?” “Just do it!” Geneva took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and belted, “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you’re always a day away.” When she opened her eyes, some people were staring. One woman applauded. Geneva wanted to crawl under a rock. “Now listen to this,” Naomi instructed, and she played the recording. The voice that came from it was far younger sounding than Geneva’s natural voice, a bit thinner but still bold. And it was significantly different from Baby G, but without that voice she never could have found it. For the first time in high school, Geneva Whitmore actually started believing she could take a lead. And all she had to do to get it was convince people she was much younger than she was. That’s pretty much the story of my life, she thought. For once, though, it might be an advantage instead of a disadvantage. Maybe the sun would come out tomorrow. “Let’s get lunch,” she said to Naomi. “What do you want?” “There’s a new Thai place in the food court. I’m in the mood for some Pad Thai.” Naomi smiled. “Yum,” she said, and they headed to the food court. ### The Neverland store did not disappoint. As advertised, it actually had what amounted to a nursery made for adults! There was a giant crib with a mattress that was so far above the ground that they had a set of steps to climb in. There was a playpen filled with toys and stuffies. There was a changing table sized for adults. I won’t be using that, Geneva thought. There were giant Legos and wooden blocks. And on one end of the room was an actual ball pit like at McDonalds PlayPlace, but much, much bigger. “We try to make everything very realistic,” the store’s owner, a man named Jack, was saying. “Our clientele are actually pretty particular.” “I’ll bet,” Geneva said. “Do people actually come here and use these things? Naomi asked, a little too enthusiastically. “They do,” said Jack. “All the time. Sometimes they buy our clothes—” he pointed to the sales rack— “and dress up in the changing room before playing.” Geneva could see her friend’s excitement. “Wanna try it, Naynay?” “What? No. Of course not. I mean, unless you do. Do you?” Naomi stumbled over her words as if they were large weights casually deposited in her way. “I mean, No, right?” Geneva laughed. “I’ll be in there soon enough,” she said. Jack picked up his cue. “Yes, so if I understood you guys correctly, you will be filming videos here for a Little persona?” Geneva wasn’t sure whose face was redder, hers or Naomi’s. She decided to go with her own, even though she couldn’t see it. This idea was hard in the abstract, but now here she was standing in front of a giant crib that she was expected to use! “Hard” didn’t being to describe it. “Insane,” maybe. Or “utterly ridiculous.” Or— “Yes,” said Naomi simply. “It’s a gimmick we came up with for youtube.” Jack stared at her for a moment. “You know, that’s the problem I’ve been having with it. I’ve done some thinking since we talked. And I’m not sure we can do this.” Geneva surprised herself by getting upset. “Why not?” she asked. “I thought we had an agreement.” “Well,” said Jack, “you see our clients take this lifestyle very seriously. After some consideration, we realized we can’t let vanillas use it to poke fun at it.” “Vanillas?” Geneva asked. “People who aren’t into it,” he said. She looked at her friend, who was clearly weighing the consequences of the thing she was about to say. “We won’t poke fun,” she said. “Honest. Baby G is a very real Little character even if she’s entirely fictional.” “How can we know that?” he asked. And Naomi responded. “Because I’m not vanilla.” He examined her face for signs she was not being honest, but the deep blush told him all he needed to know. “You’re into ABDL?” She shook her head. “CG/l. But it’s still…” “I know,” he said, and then he thought of something. “Is that why you said you would not need any clothes?” “Yes,” Naomi said. “Well, then,” he said. “I guess we have some contracts we need to sign, don’t we?” He led the way to a table behind the register as Naomi pulled the contracts she had created out of her backpack. “Now I’ve told two people,” she said to Geneva. Shaking her head, she wondered how many more people would learn her biggest secret before all this was over.

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Pick Your Battles #8 (Or: More Careless Wishes...) The doorknob rattled in my grip - it wouldn't turn. I knocked gently - the light was off inside, so it didn't seem like anyone was in there... but the door was locked. I tried it again, thinking perhaps it had just been my imagination. "What are you doing?" her voice was ice on the back of my neck, I spun around and pressed myself to the bathroom door. The locked bathroom door. "I just need to use the- " "No," she sternly interrupted my weak protest, her strong voice a stark contrast to my own squeak. "No?" I echoed, surprised. She was rarely this intense. "Oh, I need to go number two, I wasn't cheating." I was allowed to use the potty for number two, she had said so. I didn't even need to ask, I just went. My hips were narrow, I could shimmy down the diaper without messing up the tapes and pull it back on with very little trouble, I did it regularly. "No," she said again, her eyes boring into my own. "You're not allowed to use the toilet." My mouth went dry and my heart raced at her words. She didn't do this, it wasn't her scene, it wasn't her game. If I wanted her to play I had to ask for it, had to schedule it, had to script it. She'd play, she loved me, but I had to prep things according to how she wanted them. This was unexpected. "Sweetie, I really have to- " "No." She cut me off again, but the ice was giving way to heat. She sounded irritated at my continued probing. I could pop the lock on the bathroom, I'd had to do it before it was locked by mistake with no one in there - all I needed was a paperclip - but now she was there. Staring at me. Why wasn't she walking away? Why was she just... watching me? "But I have to- " "You asked for this," she said pointedly, stepping forward and slipping a hand under the hem of my skirt. My breath came in short gasps as she squeezed the front of the dry padding between my legs. "You begged me to lock you out of the bathroom, to make you use it." I couldn't respond, couldn't speak. She was so close to me, her hand rubbing the soft plastic of the padding between my legs, giving the slightest friction of the papery, cottony embrace on my most delicate parts. "I didn't... not... " I tried to protest. "You did," she smiled. "You asked me to make you use them for everything just once, so you could find out what it felt like." That had been months ago! Why was she doing it now! I really had to go and the heat in my cheeks felt as intense as the heat between my legs. She was right and now I had to pick my battle carefully. I could safeword, I could end the game right there and then... but she'd never want to push these limits again. It had taken months for her to go from a request to action on this one, there might not be a second time. I could choose to end it, or I could give up, give in, the way the smaller part of me, the submissive part of me, had begged for months ago. "Please, I really have to go," I whispered, feeling a little lightheaded from the embarrassment. I wasn't ready. "Then go," she said, leading me into the kitchen. She sat down on a chair at the table and just stared at me. "Well?" "You... I... but... " the words wouldn't come. I was a writer! Why wouldn't the words come to me!? I was good with words, they danced to my will like I was dancing to mommy's right now. "I'm waiting, little girl," she said again, crossing her arms as she stared up at me. "Squat down, right now." I did. And now with her eyes above me, staring down at me rather than up, as I turned what she was telling me to do over and over in my mind, I felt smaller than I ever had. I really needed to go - I hadn't gone in a couple of days. Wetting was one thing, but this was another entirely. I had never done it before, it had always been fantasy, imagination... and now the reality of it was staring down at me just as my mommy was staring down at me. "Fill your diaper," she said calmly, as though she said it every day. It might not have been her scene, but she was a good actress when she wanted to be. "Push your mess into your pants and show me what a complete baby you are." I couldn't take it. This was it, this was the moment of truth. In that squatting position, I could feel my body ready to go, ready to defile myself, to debase myself, to prove to her that I was the smallest of the small. My mind went back to the first time I had wet... it had been a flimsy drugstore Depends, and I recalled how hard it had been. How I had drank water all day but when the pressure on my bladder exerted itself, I couldn't overcome my potty training. How my body wouldn't let me. How my very first wetting had come while sitting on the toilet, in that pathetic diaper... and how wonderful it had felt. How warm, how pleasant, how... shameful. I still loved wetting - it came much more easily now - but I had never taken that next step, I had never... "My sweet baby needs to go," she said, her hands folded in her lap. Her touching me would have been too much just then and she knew it. "So go. Let it out, fill that diaper for your mommy." And so I pushed, my cheeks as red from effort as they were from embarrassment. Unlike my first wetting, this came much more easily and even as I heard the adult part of myself screaming in panic as I felt the mess begin. You can't do this! You're an adult! Go to the toilet! My mind was racing, raging, panicking as I neared that point of no return. I closed my eyes and pushed that voice away as I pushed my bowels, bearing down and willing my body to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was little. That I deserved to be in diapers. I gasped as it slid out of me, solid and hot, pressing against the confines of the diaper. I felt the back bulge as I pushed, but most of all... I felt small. I felt so, so small as I squatted there in front of my partner, my love, my wife... my mommy. As she watched me, her eyes on me, her hands so close. As I shamefully forced my mess out of my body and into that waiting diaper. I was not going to fight this battle, I was giving in. I wanted to give in. I wanted this. I had never felt so very Little in my entire life as I pooped myself. My breath came in short gasps as I finished, as the load sat there heavy and warm in the seat of my diaper. I looked up at her with pleading eyes, terrified of rejection, terrified to see derision in her gaze. It was amusement that greeted me. That smirk. That playful smirk that she wore when she felt thoroughly in control, when she knew she was bringing me joy by bringing me shame. "Are you done, sweetie?" she asked gently. I could only nod. My words were gone, I was too Little. In that moment, I felt tiny. Minuscule. Helpless. That was it. Helpless. I felt more helpless in that moment than I had in my entire life - she had tied me to things, beat me, gagged me, left me in a wet diaper overnight while bound to the nightstand beside her bed, but never in the whole of my being did I feel so utterly and completely helpless as I crouched there in a shitty diaper. She leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. "You're such a good girl," she whispered. I felt the small smile creep at the corners of my mouth... as she reached forward... And pushed me. I lost my balance, landing flat on my backside, right on the mess that I had just made in the now-bulging diaper. I felt it squish under me. My breath rushed out of me in surprise as I sat there, staring up at her. She had forced me to sit in my own mess without a word, she had taken my choice and shown me my place. And THAT was as Little as I had ever felt. Ever.

Push-button babies 　 　 Dianna, Tom, and Dave had been walking for what seemed like hours. It was cold, dark, and the woods all looked the same, they were lost for sure. Dianna turned to Dave and said, "Well, I hope you're happy, "Mr. I Can't Get Lost". This is your fault, if you'd just stopped and asked for directions, we wouldn't be tromping through the woods on this beastly night!" "Oh now, who told me they were in a hurry and had to pee? I could've asked directions if you hadn't insisted on finding a gas station." Dave said sarcastically "Will you two cut it out? It's bad enough we're lost. Let's not get into a blaming contest." Said Tom, trying to catch his breath Suddenly, Dave spotted something through the trees. An old cabin. Probably deserted for quite a while, from it's dilapidated looks. "Hey! There's a cabin up ahead, we can probably shack up there for the night and find our way back in the morning." They walked up to the worn and weathered door of the cabin and tried to open it, but it wouldn't move. "What the hell? It's stuck." Dianna said "Here, let me try it, little missy" Tom said with a very fake John Wayne accent. Dianna and Dave rolled their eyes and began looking around while Tom worked on forcing the door open. They searched for the better part of half an hour when Dianna shouted for them to come see what she had found. Dianna pointed at a small board that looked out of place on the dilapidated building. They pried it off and were amazed at what they saw. Under the board was a metallic control board with several flashing buttons on it. Only one of them was labeled though. The brown button clearly said, "DOOR", on it. Dave quickly pushed it and they heard a loud click from the front of the cabin. When they opened the cabin, they gasped in shock. The inside was very clean and looked extremely modern. There was wall to wall carpet, a large sofa, two padded arm chairs, and a floor lamp. Dianna, who had been trying not to wet herself for the last hour, rushed in and began searching the small cabin for a bathroom. She ducked through one of the doors leading from the living room and a few minutes later, Dave and Tom heard a flushing sound. When Dianna finally came out, she had a look of extreme relief on her face. Dave laughed, "Almost peed yourself, huh? Maybe we should have packed diapers for you sis." Dianna gave Dave a withering look and replied, "Oh really? I seem to recall that you weren't potty trained till you were 5 years old, LITTLE BROTHER!" Tom quickly got between them again, "Ok, we all know about each other's "toileting problems", let's not bring that up again. We're warm, and drying off now, let's just relax and find out what's with this weirdo cabin." They all agreed and sat down on the comfortable furniture. Tom glanced around the room and noticed that there was another section of wall that didn't quite match the surrounding wallpaper. He walked up and felt around it for an access. As soon as he pressed on the panel, it slid back and up, revealing another control panel, but none of the buttons were labeled as the door button had been. Curious as to what the buttons were actually for, tom pushed one of the dark green ones and suddenly the sound of gears and motors running filled the room. "What the heck's going on Tom? What did you do?" Dianna looked over to Tom, clearly annoyed Before anyone could get another word our, the floor began to shake. They looked down at the floor and were amazed to see the carpet change color from the light brown it had been, to a dark, forest green. "Aw cool!" Tom said Dianna looked upset and glared at Tom. "Don't go pushing any more buttons. We don't know what they do and it could be dangerous." Tom and Dave both agreed to leave the buttons alone. "We'd better take a look around this place. You know? This cabin looks much larger from the inside. Weird, isn't it?" Dianna said The three of them split up, Dave went to the basement, Tom to the upstairs and Dianna checked out the first floor. Dave found that the basement was stocked with buttons and some appliances. There was a washer, dryer, and a tall, thin machine he couldn't figure out what it did. The machine had a control panel with a numbered knob. Dave remembered Dianna's warning about pushing buttons, so didn't touch anything. He turned to leave and was startled by Tom, standing right behind him. He fell back into the mystery machine, hitting the control panel. The machine began humming and suddenly they heard Dianna begin screaming curses at the top of her lungs. They ran upstairs, following the sound of Dianna's shouting. When they entered the room, they almost burst out laughing. Dianna was standing there, dressed in a very short, "little girl's" dress. The hem of the dress was so short that they could see a pair of thick underpanties as well. Dianna looked at the two, glaringly. "If either one of you says a word, or tells anyone this happened, I swear, I'll tear off your sacks and shove them up your noses." Dave immediately fell to the floor, laughing. "Guess you're my "little sister" now, huh?" Dianna ran up and kicked Dave right in the privates. She then turned away from them and began crying. Tom walked up to her and placed his arm on her shoulder. "Hey, Dave was only kidding. It's ok. We know you're more mature than that. Now, tell us what happened." Slowly, her crying subsided. She even managed a quiet apology to Dave, which he accepted, feeling he really did deserve it. After a few minutes, she composed herself. "It was so sudden. I was looking over this room, when I heard a whirring and two arms popped out of the wall. They undressed me and quick as a flash, put this stupid thing on me and took my clothes. I didn't touch anything, so why did this happen?" Dave and Tom hung their heads, then Tom said, "I think it might be our fault in part. I didn't find anything upstairs but a lot of empty, so I went down to the basement to check on Dave. He was looking, but not touching this weird machine. He turned around so suddenly that I must have startled him. He fell backwards and onto it's controls. There was a humming and then we heard you scream, we're sorry." Dianna looked at them for a moment and then said, "Lets go have a look at this machine, I wanna know where my clothes are. I feel ridiculous in this costume." They all went back downstairs to the basement. Dave showed them the machine controls. the numbers on the dial went from 1 to 30 but, it was set on number 3. There was still no indication as to what the machine actually controlled. Suddenly, Tom had an idea. "Dianna, go back up to the room you were in and wait there, I have a plan." Tom said, while studying the panel. "Alright." she said, "But be careful, remember, this is my dignity we're dealing with. I don't wanna end up in something worse." "Don't worry, I've believe I understand what this thing does." Dianna walked back up to the first floor and found the room she had been investigating before. She yelled down to the duo in the basement, and Tom turned the dial to Dianna's actual age, 19. The machine began humming again and Dianna yelled then gave a shout of joy. A few seconds later, she came running down the stairs in her old clothes. She ran up to Tom and gave him a kiss. "Whatever you did, thanks a lot. I'm glad to be out of that costume." Tom blushed and said, "I figured that the machine is the control for that room, probably a bed or dressing room. The dial on the machine is the age of the occupant. You just happened to be in the room when the controls were activated. If it had been set on, say thirty, you probably would have been dressed in a house dress and heels. You're just lucky the dial wasn't turned any further or you would have ended up in diapers and a footed sleeper." They all gave a nervous laugh, and it was Dianna's turn to blush.. They all went back up stairs and sat down, the day had been very trying so they decided to stay the night here, (without touching anything) and try to find civilization in the morning. As they slept, a strange humming began to circulate in the house. Bleeps and boops rang out every now and again. Down in the basement, the "dressing" machine's dial began turning backwards, 19, 18, 15, 10, 8, 4, 2, and stopped. Chapter 2 They all awoke to strange noises coming from what was assumed to be the kitchen, though they hadn't found any food in it the day before. They crept up to the archway and peeked into the kitchen. At the counter top were two mechanical arms, chopping carrots, celery, onions, and dicing a chicken breast. The trio slowly walked into the room to watch the arms do their thing. A panel on the counter slid aside and a blender rose out of the hole. The arms dumped the carrots, celery, onions, and chicken into the blender and liquefied it. "Alright, who touched a button?" Dianna said Both boys replied they hadn't touched anything since the previous night. As they stood, watching the kitchen go through it's paces, a red light emerged from the ceiling and began shining on them, going up and down their bodies. Dianna was the first to turn around and see the light as it retreated back into the ceiling. "What the heck is going on here? What was that red light?" Dianna was suddenly cut off as, what appeared to be a dressmaker's dummy rolled out of one of the back rooms, straight toward them. As it approached, mechanical arms emerged from the shoulder of the dummy and began grabbing at Dianna. Tom and Dave ran to help Dianna but they were shoved away as if the thing was swatting flies. The dummy picked up Dianna and rolled toward the wall, which opened up and quickly closed after it entered. Tom and Dave picked themselves up off the floor, ran to the wall, and began pounding on it, calling for Dianna. The dummy held Dianna tight as she struggled to free herself. It moved quickly down the inky black passage. It then stopped and placed her on a table. Before she could run, manacles clamped down on her arms and legs, and straps were tightened over her chest. She twisted and wriggled, trying to get loose, but froze when a deep mechanical voice spoke to her, out of the darkness. "Do not struggle child. This is for your own good. We wouldn't want you injured." Who are you? I demand you release me right now. When I get my hands on you, you're gonna be one sorry bastard!" Dianna screamed The voice responded, "You are an excellent specimen. The right height, weight, and even the hair and eye color match the order perfectly. Yes, you'll do nicely. Computer, prepare the subject for the process." Dave and Tom pounded on the wall for several minutes, believing they could reach Dianna. Tired and frustrated, Tom slumped to the floor. "Cut it out Dave. We're not gonna get to her that way. We gotta find a different entrance or..." he stopped in mid sentence as an idea struck him. "CONTROLS! There's controls for everything in this freaking house! There's gotta be controls for this door, wall, whatever! Dave could see the logic in the assumption and both of them began to franticly search the walls, floors, and even the ceiling for more access panels. They searched every room in the house, basement to attic, until they came to the room where Dianna had encountered the "dressing machine". They hesitantly entered and found several control panels easily. Dave and Tom looked at each other and carefully, Tom reached out and pushed one of the buttons on the panel. A whirring sound filled the room, and both men ran for the door. There was a flash of red light as they exited the door and the whirring stopped. "Dude, this isn't gonna work, we can't run out of the room every time the dang thing starts up, we gotta see if it opens up a way to Dianna." Dave said Tom nodded. He knew his friend was right, They stirred up their courage and walked into the room. The control panel stood open and Tom pushed a white button. The whirring noise sounded again and the red light filled the room, then the noise went silent. Tom turned to Dave, who shrugged and pointed to the panel. Tom reached out to push another button when, mechanical arms slid out of the ceiling above them and held them firm. Tom was too shocked to respond, but Dave began thrashing and screaming. Another hand lowered out of the ceiling and shoved something into his mouth, effectively gagging him. Tom realized his friend's predicament and kept his mouth closed. Dave was screaming behind the gag as it expanded inside his mouth. The arms lifted them off the ground and they could hear something happening below them. They were lowered into what looked like huge cribs and held down against them by the huge mechanical arms Dave and Tom struggled against the arms, but were held tight. A feminine mechanical voice began to sing some strange soothing, wordless, lullaby. The more they fought, the more soothing and gentle the voice became, lulling them into a relaxed and submissive state. The arms released them and carefully began stripping their clothes off. As the arm reached down for Tom's underwear, he snapped out of the trance and bolted out of the room. Dave lay in the giant crib while the arms completely disrobed him and began to redress him in an extremely large version of a baby diaper. It had only two tapes and cartoon figures on the waistband. As Tom stood outside the room in his underwear, he heard the female mechanical voice call out to him from the room. "Don't fight it child, this is for your own good. Lost children should be cared for, and you are definitely too little to care for yourselves." "What the hell are you talking about? We're not babies, I'm twenty years old. Dianna, my girlfriend, is twenty two and her brother is almost eighteen. There's no way we could be considered babies or even children." "Physical age is unimportant. A child is a child even if their bodies are fifty years old. This domicile has been modified as a wayfarer station for children of all ages. You are children, as demonstrated by your actions, and shall be kept until suitable parents can be found for you. You, seem to be the most mature of your group, so your age shall be designated as four years." Chapter 3 Back in the hidden room, Dianna was struggling too, but also to no avail. "Let me go, you SOB!" "My, what a little potty mouth we have here. That will never do, your parents won't want their new baby spewing foul words at them." As the voice spoke, another mechanical arm came down out of the ceiling and produces what appeared to be a huge pacifier. Dianna's mouth was pried open and the pacifier was inserted, then her mouth was held shut while the insidious device was inflated so she couldn't remove it. The pacifier inflated so large that it almost made her gag, but it was certainly not coming out any time soon. Dianna's muffled screams and cries sounded more like the gurgling of a 10 month old, than the calls for help of an adult woman. Dianna thrashed and twisted, kicking at the mechanical arms that held her, but to no avail. The arms lifted her and then lowered her onto a large, padded table. Her arms and legs were restrained in manacles, effectively pinning her to the table. Seconds later, the manacles pulled in opposite directions, causing Dianna to become spread eagle on the table. The mechanical voice spoke over the intercom, "You'd better close your eyes little one, we wouldn't want to damage those beautiful baby blues of yours. A thin red light shot out from the ceiling and danced across her body. She could feel the heat and suddenly realized what was happening. She cried behind the pacifier as she felt her body hair being removed. She was turned over and the light again fell over her body, this time taking the remaining hair, leaving her with only the hair on her head. "You can open your eyes now, little one. We're finished, now it's time to get you dressed for your nap. You've had a trying day, and a nap will do you good." The mechanical voice said Dianna was indeed tired, but she struggled again as the metal arms adjusted her and began to wipe her down with baby wipes. She knew what was coming next, as she saw the huge diaper being lowered towards her. The arms lifted up her bottom and gently placed her onto the diaper. Suddenly she felt a cold hand on her privates and it began moving down to her bottom, spreading some kind of lotion on her, then the diaper was pulled up and carefully taped on. Dianna felt she couldn't possibly be more humiliated than she had been already. She was wrong She was quickly dressed in a footed sleeper. It had padded feet and mittens. The mittens seem to be slick on the inside but dry on the outside, she couldn't grasp anything. Next, what appeared to be a huge female mannequin, sitting in a rocking chair, rolled into the room. Dianna didn't want to even think what was going to happen next. The dummy picked her up from the table and effectively held her against it's shoulder. A lullaby began playing and the dummy started rocking in the chair. It's touch was as firm as it was gentle. It coddled her and caressed her back and bottom, just like a mother would with a real baby. Dianna eventually began to feel tired. She could hardly keep her eyes open. The dummy switched her to a cradling position and began to rub her tummy and face. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt a warm liquid entering her mouth. Her eyes shot open and it appeared that the dummy had removed the back of the pacifier and attached a huge baby bottle to it. The liquid filled her mouth and began to choke her. She tried to spit it out, but the pacifier prevented that, so she swallowed. The pacifier gave way and the liquid proceeded to her stomach. Then, more liquid filled her mouth. She could see that the only way to keep from choking on the stuff was to nurse on the bottle like a baby. It took some time, but Dianna finished the bottle. The bottle was removed and replaced by the regular back of the pacifier. Dianna was full and quite tired by now. The dummy placed her into a huge crib and raised the sides. There was some type of netting across the top, probably to prevent her from escaping, but she was far to tired to even attempt an escape. Chapter 4 Tom watched as Dave went through the same process as Dianna had just experienced. He was diapered, dressed in a sleeper, fed a bottle, and placed into an escape-proof crib. Tom was mesmerized as he watched Dave be put to sleep by the mechanical arms, rubbing his stomach and rocking the crib. He was watching so intently that he almost didn't hear the footsteps behind him. A vibration on the floor behind him shook him from his trance and he whirled around to see an old man and woman standing in front of him. He jumped back and took a defensive stance he had learned from his sensei. "Who the hell are you two? Are you the freaks in charge of this place?" he said, teeth clenched in hate "Now see here young man. That's no way to speak to your elders, but no, we're not in charge of this cabin. We just invented the original designs. This place was to be placed in New York city to be tested as a waystation for abandoned children and infants." The old woman said "Then why is it trying to make babies out of me and my friends?" "As I said, it was originally supposed to be set up for children and infants, but our partner decided to use it to make money by taking people and forcing them to become babies and children for certain clients. A rather lucrative deal. There are a lot of people who would pay great sums of money to have a teen or an adult to treat as a baby, strange as that may seem." Tom was about to wrap his hands around the guy's throat when he felt the sting of the taser the man had been hiding. Tom went down like a sack of potatoes. The last thing he heard before the darkness took him was the old woman, speaking in soothing tones. "Don't worry little one, you'll be much happier when you meet your new mommy and daddy." Chapter 5 When Diana woke up, she found herself laying in a gigantic crib. There were bars on the top, probably to prevent escape. Her arms were bound at the elbows, making it very difficult to do anything with them. She was dressed in a form fitting one piece sleeper and, from the bulge at her waist, a diaper. She shifted her weight and discovered a nasty surprise, the load in the back of her diaper squished and moved with her. The pacifier/gag prevented her from screaming, so only muffled cries sounded. When she began crying, a video monitor blipped on and two mannequin like hands extended down from the ceiling and opened the crib top. Before Diana could get up and make a run for it, a strap was placed over her chest and the hands began busying themselves with changing the diaper. While this was going on, an old woman appeared beside the crib and began stroking Diana's hair. "Well, hello there sunshine. It's good to see you're awake.” The old woman said Diana, still barely awake, struggled against the restraints, but without success. The old woman reached down and began to rub and pat Diana’s tummy. “Don’t fight it sweetie, you’ll feel better once your diaper is changed and you’ve got a full belly.” The fight was futile, Diana was soon rediapered and dressed in a onsie. The old woman reached down into the crib and placed mittens on Diana’s hands and soft, padded booties on her feet. With the help of the mechanical arms, a strap was placed above Diana’s elbows and pulled tight behind her, effectively restraining her arms. The old woman then surprised Diana by lifting her out of the crib and placing her in a stroller. Diana was wheeled out of the room, down the now lit hallway, and back into the kitchen. She saw Tom and Dave, both dressed just like her, sitting in highchairs, with bibs. They were being fed something, she couldn’t see exactly what though. There were stains on the bibs, as if they had moved around and the spoon missed their mouths. Seconds later, Diana was unstrapped from the stroller and placed into a highchair, next to her boyfriend and brother. A bib was tied around her neck and two mechanical hands lowered out of the ceiling with a sectioned plate and what looked like a baby spoon, the only difference was it was the size of a normal one. The pacifier suddenly began to deflate and the old woman pulled it from Diana’s mouth. The second it was out, Diana let out a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush. Suddenly one of the mechanical hands slipped a spoonful of some disgusting mush into her mouth. She was about to spit it out when a third hand came down and held her mouth shut. The old woman reached over and pinched Diana’s nose closed. “Might as well swallow your food sweetie. This and a bottle of formula are all you’re ever going to be eating from now on.” The old woman laughed and rubbed Diana’s tummy again Diana looked over to Tom and Dave, but the boys seemed to be in some stupor, they ate the mush without any resistance. “What did you do to them, you bitch?” she yelled at the old woman “You’ll be feeding just as easily in a moment. The food you just swallowed contains a depressant that mollifies babies so they can be cared for easier. It’s effects aren’t long lasting, but they are potent.” Diana found the old woman was right, she was beginning to feel drowsy and lethargic. Soon, she was eating just like Tom and Dave. She didn’t even care when she suddenly pooped herself. When the meal was over, three female dummies rolled into the kitchen and pulled Diana, Tom, and Dave, out of their highchairs. The three were carried into the nursery where Diana had been held earlier. Inside the nursery, there were three women, sitting on loveseats. The dummies dropped their charges in the hands of the women. Each woman pulled their baby close and slowly unstrapped their blouses. The three charges knew what was coming, but had no power to resist as the women slowly placed the nipples of their breasts into the three charges mouths. They were nursed and slowly fell asleep. Diana woke up some time later, she shook the cobwebs from her head and looked around. She immediately noticed that she wasn’t in the nursery she had been in before, it was a new one. She tried to sit up, but her muscles wouldn’t respond correctly, she grimaced, and suddenly realized, her teeth were gone. “How long was I out?” she thought to herself She tried to yell for help, and found that she couldn’t speak, only guttural noises came out. She thrashed about the crib, trying to get out or stand up, but it was no use. A few minutes later, a woman and man walked into the nursery. The woman bent down over the crib and gently rubbed Diana’s tummy. “Well hello there sweetie. It’s ok, Mommy’s here baby.” The woman reached down and unsnapped Diana’s onsie, exposing her wet and messy diaper. Diana was shocked to find she hadn’t even realized she was wet and messy. The woman cooed and patted Diana in the most babyish way as she changed her diaper and redressed her in the onsie. Once she was clean, Diana looked up at the man and woman questioningly. They looked at each other then back down to Diana. “I’m your new Mommy.” The woman said “This is Daddy, we adopted you from the agency. We know you weren’t a baby when you went into the cabin, but you will be our baby now. There are lots of people out there, who can’t either have or adopt children, so this is our only recourse. You’ll learn to love it here. In a few weeks, the drug regimen will make you a little bit smaller and more babylike. It costs us a small fortune, but it’s worth it to have you with us honey.” Diana tried to ask where Dave and Tom were, but all that came out was, “Harr ss dom nd dabe?” The woman smiled as she lifted Diana out of the crib. “Oh look honey.” She said, turning to her husband “She wants to know where her little playmates are. Isn’t that sweet?” Her husband nodded and said, “You don’t have to worry about your friends pumpkin, they’re safe and sound with their own mommies and daddies. I’m afraid that you won’t be seeing them for a while though. They live on the other side of the country and the agency reunion won’t be for six months, to allow the drug regimen to take full effect and the babies to get used to their new lives.” The woman bounced Diana in her arms then took her over to a padded rocking chair. She sat down, with Diana on her lap and began to unbutton her blouse, then her nursing bra. Diana remembered the old nursery and the breast feeding she had been forced to endure. She tried to fight, but it didn’t help, the woman’s nipple was slipped into Diana’s waiting mouth and the rich breast milk flowed. Diana was held so close that she had to swallow or drown. Diana lay there on the woman’s lap, nursing, but in her mind, she was screaming, which soon turned into the panicked wail of a newborn baby.

This is a post to make something clear to both writers and people commenting on stories since an incident a while ago muddied the waters and I think it should be cleared up: Constructive criticism of stories is fine. A while ago I took the side of a writer who felt their stories were being unfairly criticised. I have since regretted that position and want to make it clear that criticising stories is fine as long as it is constructive. Please keep in mind that not everyone is here to try and write the best story ever and many will have far from the best spelling or grammar. Picking apart each and every mistake might be overkill but giving general advice is fine. If someone says they don't want to have critical comments please respect their wishes so as to avoid conflict. Finally, "This sux lol" is not constructive criticism...

Stockholm Syndrome Baby Chapter 1 My name is Kevin Lorey. I am 15 years old and I live in Beaumont, North Dakota. I am writing this journal because my therapist, Dr. Kline, has asked me to. She says that if I write down my feelings about what happened to me, perhaps I can come to terms with it. I hope she's right, I don't want to feel the way I do but, I can't help it anymore and I'm deathly afraid that someone outside my family will discover my secret. I don't know if I could survive if that happened. Ok, let's get this started. It was a cool day in October, about 5 years ago when it all began. I was walking home from school. I wasn't too far from my house, near my friend Gerald's place when, I spied a minivan that I didn't recognize. It was parked on the curb in front of Gerald's house and had out of state plates. I knew that Gerald had family out of state but, I didn't know where they lived. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see inside. Nothing would have happened if I hadn't stopped. No! I can't think like that. Dr. Kline says it's not my fault. I was just being a curious 10 year old. I didn't do anything to provoke a response but, a response is definitely what I got. I walked across the burm to get a better look at the minivan but, the windows were way too tinted for me to even get a glimpse of what was inside. If I had seen the crazy woman in there, I would have run like a demon was on my heels. When I couldn’t see inside, I turned to continue walking home. I heard the door to the minivan open suddenly and felt a hand covered my mouth and nose. I struggled with everything I could, trying to get away from whoever was holding my face. Another hand grabbed the back of my shirt and began dragging me into the minivan. In a panic, I swung my arm behind me and hit the door jam. I heard a sickening crack and intense pain shot up through my arm, all the way to my shoulder. That was the last thing I heard or felt. The world went dark just after that, she used chloroform on me, that’s what the police said. When I came to, I was sitting in an awkward position. My arm that I’d hit on the door jam still hurt like crazy but, when I tried to talk, I found that I was gagged. I tried to move around and found that I was bound as well. I was sitting in a raised seat, like the ones that toddler’s are put into for car trips. My injured arm lay useless at my side and my other arm was bound by the seat’s straps. Realizing that I had just been kidnapped, I looked around. I was in an enclosed area of a minivan, a wall of some kind separated the back seats from the driver area. The scenery outside was a constant blur of woods and fields, none of it looked familiar. I was scared. I’d heard of kids being taken and made to do “bad things” with adults. They had told us at school about the “dangerous stranger” and I was always very careful around adults that I didn’t know. The van drove for several hours without stopping. I was still groggy from the chloroform so I drifted in and out of consciousness. Finally, when the car stopped, I heard a door opening somewhere and began trying to shout for help but, the gag in my mouth made that impossible. A gentle hand ran over my head and a woman bent down to face me. She was in her mid to late 40’s, blonde and in fairly good shape for her age. She smiled at me and began to manipulate the seat I was in. The seat straightened out and stretched until I was lying on my back, my injured arm dangling at me side. The woman unbuckled the lower straps on the seat, freeing my legs. I started kicking and thrashing. She stood up and began smiling even wider. “I’ll just wait till you tire yourself out, then we can get you ready for the rest of the trip home.” she said I glared up at her and stopped kicking, waiting until she got close enough to kick. She seemed to know what I was thinking. She pulled a little black bag, the kind doctors used to use for house calls, from behind her and searched around in it for a moment. When her hand came out, it had a syringe and small drug bottle in it. That made me start thrashing again. I’ve always hated needles and I didn’t want to be anywhere near her right at that moment. Pain from my injured arm shot up into my shoulder and I held back the urge to cry. She uncovered the needle and stuck it into the top of the drug bottle then, set the syringe aside. As I thrashed, she grabbed one of my legs and held it tightly in one hand. I barely felt the pain from my arm as the fear of what she was going to do filled me. She pulled something down from the ceiling of the van and secured my leg in it. It looked like the handle for a giant pair of scissors. Once my leg was stuck in the hole, she grabbed my other leg and secured it as well. She retrieved the needle and I tried to thrash but with my legs in the scissor handles and my body in the seat but, I couldn’t do much. She walked around so she was behind my legs and I felt a pin prick in the small of my back. She walked back around to my side and sat down on a stool. Soon, my legs began to go numb, I couldn’t feel anything at all below the waist, couldn’t move and, the pressure in my bladder was building rapidly. She saw the distress in my eyes and knew that the drug had taken affect. She released my legs from the restraints, not that I could do much about it. She pulled a small length of narrow plastic tubing from her doctor bag. The tubing was in a sterile case and the second I saw it, I knew I wasn‘t going to like what she had planned for me, even if I wasn‘t sure of what it was. She began by removing my shoes and socks, then my pants and underwear. I must have blushed like ten thousand shades of red and I almost began crying from embarrassment. What I didn’t know was, the worst was yet to come. She took some sort of jelly from the bag and began lubing up the tube. She grabbed my penis and started shoving the tube up it. I was terrified and tried to thrash my legs around but they were still unresponsive. When she had the tube fully inside my penis, she walked back to the driver’s compartment, leaving me there, naked and scared. It was then that I noticed a small string dangling from the end of where she had put the tube. I didn’t understand what was going on but, I definitely did not like it. The woman came back a moment later, carrying a brightly colored bag. It had little teddy bears and pastel blocks on it. I could see a baby bottle sticking out of a pocket on it and realized what it was, A BABY’S DIAPER BAG! She opened it and pulled a fairly large diaper out. It looked exactly like a baby’s diaper, except it was about five times bigger. She opened it up then lifted my useless legs up and slid it under me. I couldn’t feel the padding or, I might have tried to thrash again. She grabbed more of that jelly stuff and wiped it all over my butt and crotch. By this time my embarrassment was so bad that I actually started crying. She stopped what she was doing and began rubbing my chest and stomach with her hand, cooing gently, just like you would to calm a cranky baby. That didn’t help my mood so, she went back to diapering me. The powder was next then, she pulled the string at the end of my penis to the side as the diaper came up over my crotch. She fastened the tapes and then pulled the string out from the end of the tube. I immediately felt a lessening in pressure and watched the diaper grow yellow. I was almost bawling my head off at this point. She reached up and began fiddling with the end of my gag. “Oh My God!” I thought when I realized that the thing in my mouth wasn’t a gag, IT WAS A PACIFIER! She was going to treat me like a baby and, the tube in my penis was going to make sure I couldn’t stop myself from wetting my diaper. When the realization of the what was happening dawned on me, I wiggled and thrashed around, trying to free myself, but it was no use. She had me strapped tight in the child seat. She finished messing with the end of my pacifier and reached into the diaper bag. She pulled a baby bottle from it and unscrewed the top. She held my head still with one hand and pushed the bottle onto the end of the pacifier, then screwed it together. I heard a swish of a vacuum being released and liquid began flowing into my mouth. As my mouth filled, I was forced to swallow, which pulled more liquid from the nipple. Soon my mouth was full of liquid again and I was forced to swallow, pulling more liquid into my mouth. The cycle went on for several minutes until the bottle was empty. She removed it and put another one in it’s place, then walked back to the driver’s compartment. The van stared up and we were moving again. My destiny at that point looked pretty grim and I cried as I was forced to finish the second baby bottle. There must have been something in them to knock me out because I fell asleep not long after the second bottle was done. Chapter 2 Slowly, the world began to seep into the dreamless sleep that I had been forced to endure. Sounds were first, birds and the whistle of a train. My nerves began to slowly come to life as I felt myself being lifted up, out of the car seat. I kept my eyes closed, for fear the sunlight would blind me but, that was unnecessary. As I was carried, there was no glare of sunlight through the protective surface of my eyelids. One at a time, I forced my eyes open. Only a sliver at first so, as not to alert my captor. The sun was setting behind me. The fading light illuminated the van from which I had been pulled and a long dusty drive, leading up to a deserted looking country road. I was laying with my head on my kidnapper’s shoulder so, I couldn’t see where we were going, only where we had just been. I took in every detail I could so I could remember it when questioned by the police. It was so hard to just lie there, limp in her arms but, my strength had not returned and, I knew I had no chance of escaping at that moment. I felt her walk up some steps and stop. There was the sound of a lock being undone and then two doors being opened. She carried me into a house and up to the second floor. I heard the noise as she dropped the keys onto a table. She shifted me to the front and I quickly closed my eyes. I felt myself being lowered into a padded table and straps were pulled over me, to hold me down. She walked off and I opened my eyes. I was in some kind of nursery. The room was huge, the theme was an earthy brown and the furniture looked somewhat expensive. I could hear her doing something in a nearby room so, I took stock of how much of my body was mine to control again. Sensation was slowly beginning to come back to my legs and waist. With that sensation, I could definitely feel the diaper that encased my hips. To my utter disgust, I felt as if I was sitting in a thick mud. “Oh My God! I shit myself” I thought The feeling was more than just disgusting, it was disturbing as well. Whatever drugs she had given me had worked their particular magic very well. My thoughts were confirmed as the cold wet feeling around my crotch suddenly warmed. I realized that I now had the bladder and bowel control of a small infant. Before I could do anything else, I heard her walking back towards me. I closed my eyes and relaxed on the table. I felt her breath on my face as she bent down in front of me. She gently ran her fingers through my hair and I heard her sniff then, giggle. “So far, so good.” she whispered I felt her un-strap my right arm. She pulled my arm our straight from my shoulder and lay it on what felt like Styrofoam. She then began pressing my hand into the foam, starting at my fingers, and ending with my elbows. I could hear the foam crunch as my arm was pressed into it. My curiosity was driving me mad so I opened my eyes, just a sliver. She had several boxes filled with blue Styrofoam. She flipped the other side of the box on my arm over, closing it around my arm, then began to strap it down. As she worked, I noticed that my arm didn’t hurt anymore, in fact, I couldn’t feel anything from it. She walked around the table and did the same to my other arm and both my legs, up to the knee. I couldn’t figure out what she was doing but, that would become apparent fairly soon. She left me like that, lying there in a dirty diaper, spread eagle with my limbs enclosed in the foam filled boxes, for the better part of an hour. When she came back in, she had the diaper bag I had seen in the van. I tried to remain still, hoping that I would have a chance to escape. Those hopes were dashed when she bent down to my ear and whispered to me. “I know you’re awake baby, the anesthetic I gave you should have worn off by now.” I opened my eyes and glared at her hatefully. “Aww, don’t be like that sweetie, mommy would never hurt her baby boy and that’s what you are, my baby boy. I watched you for a long time. You’re just the right size, weight, and temperament. I’ve seen the way the other kids treat you. You don’t fight back too fiercely when they tease you about your bed wetting.” My eyes went wide with surprise when she mentioned my sleep wetting problem. “ Oh yes.” she said “I know all about how my baby wets his bed every night. I also know how you still sleep with a little teddy bear. Oh it’s so cute!” She seemed so excited She walked around the table, removing my arms and legs from the foam filled boxes, then strapped them back to the table, one at a time. She set the boxes aside and moved to un-strap my legs and set them into a device just like the one she had used in the van. She then began to un-tape the diaper and pull it off my crotch. She cranked a lever on the scissor hands and they began to raise up, taking my legs with them. Soon, my butt was off the ground and she was cleaning me off with baby wipes. Once it was done, she removed the dirty diaper and wipes, dropping them into a diaper genie. She pulled another diaper and a bottle of baby oil from the bag and set them on the table. As I lay there, naked, she poured some baby oil into her hands and began rubbing it all over my body, slowly, massaging it into my skin. By the time she was done, I smelled like a baby’s nursery. After the diaper was put underneath me, my crotch and butt were powdered. She cleaned off her hands and pulled the diaper up, covering my crotch then, taped it shut. She patted my bottom as she bent down and cooed into my ear. “There we go, all clean and dry. Now my baby smells like he should too.” Tears of embarrassment rolled down my face as she continued to pat my diapered butt. She took my legs out of the device and strapped them back to the table. She then gathered up the foam boxes and left the room. A couple of minutes later, she came back in with a weird looking helmet and a baby bottle. I thrashed my head, side to side but, it wasn’t hard for her to put the helmet on me. The helmet encompassed my entire head, closing me off from any sight or sound outside it. I could feel the helmet being secured into place against the table, preventing me from moving my head, and the bottle being attached to the back of the pacifier. At first there was no sight or sound, only the rhythmic suckling of the nipple in my mouth. I couldn’t tell how much time passed when suddenly, a video screen in the helmet turned on and the speakers near my ears came to life. On the screen was a mother taking care of her baby. While the mother/baby scene played out on the video screen, the quiet sounds of a waves, crashing upon the shore played on the speakers. The scene played out a day of mother and baby activity, including watching the toddler as it wet and messed itself. On a regular basis, the bottle was removed from the pacifier and replaced with another one. I felt something soft and warm being laid over me, covering me from neck to feet. I don’t know how many repetitions of the mommy/baby scene I watched before I fell asleep. Chapter 3 While I slept, my mind was filled with the lost memories of my infancy. I remembered them in my dreams, just as if I was living them in the moment. Diaper changes, breast feedings, rides through the neighborhood in my stroller and, the endless pinched cheeks from my female relatives. It seemed like the dreams would never end, as if I was being forced to relive my life from birth till being toilet trained, over and over again. Suddenly I was jolted from my strange dreams by an icy feeling on my crotch. I tried to stir but, my arms remained strapped down and the helmet still resided upon my head. I felt a gentle wiping motion on my crotch and bottom then a light sensation, as if dust was falling there as well. The next thing I know, I feel my nether regions being encapsulated in another diaper and a gentle hand rubbing my stomach and diaper. The helmet blocked any words that might have accompanied the physical gesture but, the intent was clear. My captor was trying to calm me as you would to a small infant. After a few moments of this, my injured arm was released from the restraints and slipped into the sleeve of some garment. I waited for my hand to emerge from the end of the sleeve but, it didn’t. Instead, I felt it roll over a mass of spongy material and then something wrapped around my wrist. I squeezed my hand only to be rewarded with a sharp pain in my palm, as if I had grabbed onto a ball of needles. My arm was strapped down again and something was drug underneath my back. I pressed my back down, hoping to block the cloth. Again I was rewarded with the sensation of a sphere of razor sharp needles as it pressed into my back. I arched in pain and the cloth was pulled beneath me. Slowly but surely, my body was enclosed in this garment and my arms were restrained again. My legs were left unrestrained but, I couldn‘t understand why at the time. The answer came soon enough though. There was intense pain when I tried to stomp my feet and when I tried to close my hands so, I stopped struggling and waited. The helmet was removed from my head and my eyes tried to adjust to the light. I couldn’t focus my eyes and everything seemed blurred. I didn’t understand but, I knew she had done something to me that I couldn’t quite comprehend. I think she smiled at my non-comprehension but, it was hard to tell with my eyes so unfocused. She bent down over me and gently rubbed my stomach through the soft material that now encompassed my body. I looked at it for the first time and realized that I was dressed in a one piece, footed, sleeper. Anger flooded me and I tried to give my captor the “death stare” but, she only smiled and said, “Aww sweetie, don’t be like that. You’ll love being my baby, eventually. I’m going to take such good care of you that you’ll forget all about your former life and accept this one unconditionally.” I glared again and she giggled and rubbed my stomach again. “Now, you probably noticed that it hurts to use the bottoms of your feet or close your hand. I made this sleeper just for you, just so you would have to act like the baby you are. The hands have a foam ball in the palm. Inside that foam ball is a metal sphere with very sharp needles on it. If you try to close your hands, oh say, to make a fist, they’ll close over the sphere and push the needle sharp points into your hand. The feet have about the same thing on the bottom. The footpads of the sleeper have the same razor sharp needles pointing up from them. If you try to walk or kick anything, it will push the needles into your feet and cause you very intense pain. So, you can see, I expect you to behave just like an infant, let me take care of you and everything will be just fine. Fight me and you will experience pain like you’ve never felt before.” As I listened to my captor describe the bondage to which I was now subject, the idea sunk in. She expected me to act like an infant and let her take care of me. If I didn’t or fought against her domination of me, she would hurt me. It sounded to me like she was psychotic and a sadist. What hit me hardest was that she now had absolute control over all aspects of my existence. That was something that nobody had ever, to my recollection, had. It scared me and when she asked me if I understood, I just numbly nodded and went limp. She released the straps that held my arms and legs down and gently picked me up. I was draped over her shoulder and carried over to a rocking chair. She shifted my position in her arms so that I was lying in the crook of her arm. She sat down and began rocking back in forth. She pulled me close to her chest and began to hum a soft tune. I was so stunned by what had just happened that I didn’t even think to resist. Chapter 4 We sat like that for a while (I couldn’t tell how long because there wasn’t a clock in the “nursery”). I began to feel relaxed, no matter how much I didn’t want to. I was warm, the kind of cozy-warm you feel on cool Autumn night, sitting by a roaring fire. Even though I had just woken up, I felt the inclination to go back to sleep. My eyes began to droop and I began to lose consciousness. I felt something when my pacifier was being unscrewed and when the bottle was attached but, it wasn’t until the liquid began flowing into my mouth that I snapped out of my stupor. I glared up at my captor and was rewarded with a sharp smack on my cloth covered leg. “Now now baby.” she warned “Don’t look at mommy like that. Just relax and drink your bottle.” I clenched my fists reactively and pain shot up through my hand, to my arm, to my shoulder. The intensity was too much for me and I began crying, hiccupping. Seeing my distress, the woman laid a cloth diaper across her opposite shoulder and removed my pacifier. I gagged as I cried and choked on the liquid trying to force its way into my lungs. She rotated me and gently laid me over her shoulder. I felt a quick, rhythmic, series of hard pats on my back, causing the liquid to erupt from my nose and mouth. After my hacking and gagging stopped, she began rubbing my back and patting my diapered bottom. This caused me to realize I had another problem, I had to poop, and soon. The urge wasn’t as bad as it would have been in say an hour or so but, I did need to go. I tried to push myself off her shoulder and accidentally bumped my right hand against her chest, sending new pain up my already injured hand and causing me to void myself right there and then. As I cried in pain, I filled my diaper, her hand on it gave her clear signal as to what happened. She patted and rubbed my bottom, spreading the mess everywhere, smiling almost erotically. She shifted my position on again. Now she had me cradled on one arm with her other keeping steady pressure on my mess. “See, that’s what babies do. They make messies in their diddies for mommy and, this is what mommies do. She said as she carried me over to the changing table. “Mommy’s not going to change your diaper right away baby, you need to get used to the feel of a messy one so you don’t think about it when you make a poopie.” She strapped me to the table, replaced my pacifier and, left me to lay there in my own filth. I tried to make myself comfortable but, the feeling of the load under my butt was always at the forefront of my consciousness. It seemed like hours before she came back. By then, the mess had hardened a bit and was becoming very uncomfortable. I squirmed as she walked into the room. She just smiled and slowly walked over to the table. She took my nose in the knuckles of her first two fingers and gave it a gentle shake. “I think my baby has made a poopie. I better get you changed little boy.” she said, grinning widely She unsnapped the sleeper’s legs and began pulling it away from me. Once she had the two tapes undone, she unfastened one of my legs and fit it into the harness above the table then quickly did the other leg. I was again and still at her mercy. She raised the harness and pulled a large version of a baby wipe from a box sitting nearby. She had me clean of poop, oiled up and powdered in record time. The worst part of the experience was when she laid her head on my chest and began rubbing my stomach, telling me what a good baby I had been for making poopie for mommy. I very nearly died of embarrassment. She re-diapered and redressed me in the sleeper before taking me off the changing table. I was then placed in the feeding position again and a horrid thought went through my head. She had me in the same position that many young mothers used for breastfeeding! I definitely did not want that to happen and I was almost relieved when she pulled another baby bottle up and attached it to the back of my pacifier. I nursed for a while before drowsiness overcame me and I fell back to sleep in her arms. 　 Chapter 5 When I awoke, I found myself lying in a baby’s crib, un-strapped and unrestrained. Though the bars prevented me from rolling out of the crib, I didn’t think they would keep me from climbing out. It was only a few seconds later, as I tried to stand, that I was reminded of the needles under my feet, in the sleeper. Pain shot through my leg and I peed myself as I fell back into the crib. My mumbles of pain must have alerted my captor because she rushed into the room almost immediately. She began cooing at me and reached into the crib, to lift me out. I tried to backpedal but, I pushed my foot against the mattress and the pain shot through me again. When she realized why I was crying, She lifted me out of the crib and put me on the changing table. She strapped my legs into the scissor and began to gently tap the bottom of my feet, sending shockwaves of pain up my legs. “I guess you’re just to little to understand mommy when she told you to not try to stand. I guess I’ll have to help you remember.” She said as she began tapping my feet harder. The pain was excruciating and I almost blacked out several times but, each time I was close to oblivion, she would stop and give me just enough time to come back to my senses. Each time she would tap my feet, she would say, “Babies don’t walk. You are a baby. You can’t walk.” The torture went on for what seemed like forever. When she finally stopped, she bent close to my head “Babies can’t walk, can they?” She asked me. I shook my head quickly. “You are a baby, aren’t you?” She said, gently rubbing my stomach. I nodded, defeated. “You can’t walk, can you?” The smile on her face was terrifying. I shook my head again. “There there baby. Now that that’s settled, let’s change my BABY’S diaper.” As she said that, I realized that I had wet the diaper. I don’t remember if I woke up wet or if I wet it because of the pain but, I was wet. This change went just as the ones before had, lots of cooing and petting. I was in a clean diaper and she laid me back in the car seat she had used when she kidnapped me. I was strapped in and she went over to the changing table. From underneath, she pulled what looked like a giant syringe but, instead of a needle, it had a hose connected to a clear plastic hemisphere. I couldn’t understand for the life of me what it was or what new torture she would use it for. My horror was peaked when she sat down and unbuttoned her blouse, then her bra. I watched, dumbfounded as she used the devise to suction out her breast milk. I almost threw up right there, realizing that the bottles I had been drinking were her breast milk. I tried to throw myself to the side and crawl out of the room but, the car seat would not topple. She stopped what she was doing, the syringe about half full and looked over at me, struggling. “Aww, I know you’re hungry sweetie. Mommy will be just a minute.” she said I watched with growing horror as she finished draining her breast milk into the syringe and filled a bottle with it. She calmly walked over to me and set the bottle down next to me. I saw her reach behind the changing table and pull out the helmet that she had used to calm me earlier. She put it over my head and secured the bottle to my pacifier. The darkness of the helmet was broken when the “Mommy and Baby” scene lit up the screen in front of my eyes. I tried to reach up and get some kind of hold on the helmet but, the straps of the car seat prevented me from getting anywhere near it. Again, I don’t know how long the scene went on, her breast milk now filling my mouth with every movement of my head. I had to stop myself from throwing up (a very difficult thing to do given my situation). As the scene played on, the sounds filling my ears, I began to feel calmer and numbly suckled on the bottle till it was empty. The bottle was replaced with another and my stomach filled as I slowly began to drift off to sleep again, the sound of a mother nursing her infant, the only thing I could hear. Chapter 6 When I awoke again, the first thing I realized was that I was still wearing the helmet but, the “Mommy and Baby” scenes weren’t playing. I tried to roll around but found that I was still in the car seat that my captor had placed me in. I couldn’t tell what time it was or how long I had been asleep but something felt strange. I felt an urge to cry but, I didn’t know why (besides the realization of my indefinite captivity). I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what was wrong when the urge became overpowering and I began sobbing. The pacifier muffled the sound but, it must have been loud enough to attract “Her” attention. Only moments after I had begun bawling, I felt hands lifting me out of the seat and holding me against a warm body. My urge to cry vanished and I felt almost comfortable. My body relaxed against the person holding me as I felt a gentle hand rubbing my back and patting my padded bottom. I felt soothed, like I had never felt before. Suddenly, my stomach began growling. I felt the person holding me jiggle for a second then the back of my pacifier was removed and a baby bottle was attached. As I suckled the bottle, I was shocked. I didn’t feel revolted at the thought of nursing on the madwoman’s breast milk, in fact, it felt almost normal and, that terrified me. When the bottle was done, it was removed and she fiddled with the pacifier for longer than usual. I felt air rush into my mouth as I breathed through the pacifier. I didn’t know what she had done but I was going to give her a piece of my mind. I was about to say something when she repositioned me so, I was laying on her shoulder and, began patting my back. All my tension drained away when she laid me on her shoulder and my intended words died in my throat. My limbs went limp and I placed my head against her neck. I wanted to rail and scream against my captor but, my body had a mind of it’s own. My greatest shock was yet to come. As she patted my back, I felt a great distress in my bowels, then nothing, that was all I felt before I realized that I had just pooped my diaper with almost no hesitation. The realization of what had just happened shocked me into silence. A moment later, I felt myself belch with enthusiasm. I didn’t have to hear my captor’s voice to know that she was pleased with my body’s betrayal. I felt her hand gently rubbing and patting my full diaper. She sat me back in the car seat again and strapped me in. I felt her do something to the pacifier and I couldn’t breath through my mouth again. Finally, before leaving me to my torture, she turned on the helmet and the familiar “Mommy and Baby” scenes began playing again. “What fresh hell is this?” I thought to myself as consciousness began to leave me. Chapter 7 I came to when my stomach began to tell me it was empty. I thought about it for a second and then an overwhelming sadness hit me. I bawled my head off, not even realizing that the gag that had been my constant inhibitor was now loose. I couldn’t focus on anything but the rumblings of hunger. The screaming and crying alerted my captor and, she quickly ran to the nursery. She picked me up, out of the crib, laid me on her shoulder and, spoke to me in a soft, crooning voice. At first, I was comforted by her presence but then, my stomach growled again and my howling began, with renewed vigor. When I started crying again, she took me over to the changing table and laid me on, pulling the strap over my stomach. She unbuttoned my sleeper and checked my diaper, which was wet. Once I noticed that the diaper was wet and cold, my howling increased times two. I was uncomfortable and it seemed like torture. My butt and crotch were cold and wet and, my stomach was empty. These two things seemed like the worst possible feelings. In the back of my mind, I tried to reason, to remember that I wasn’t hurt and I was only in a wet diaper and a little hungry. Every time I tried to focus on that thought, the feeling of sadness flooded my mind and my other thought were overcome by it. It only took her a few moments to change me and re-insert me into my sleeper. To me however, it seemed like an eternity. My stomach was still growling and the sadness was still driving me to bawl my head off. Finally, she must have heard my stomach growl because she said something I couldn’t understand and carried me over to the rocking chair. She removed the loose pacifier and cradled me closer. A moment later, I felt a warm, soft bump in my mouth. I realized it was her breast and I tried to force myself to push my head away but, the urge to begin suckling was too strong. My mouth covered the nipple and I began to nurse with extreme vigor. As the breast milk began flowing down my throat, what was left of my true personality, gagged and wanted to scream, rage and, do whatever it took to stop my body. My body however, betrayed me and continued to nurse. After a bit, she switched me to the other breast and began rocking in the chair. The slow, steady, motion of the chair combined with the full feeling in my stomach calmed me. It was enough that my rational mind began to re-assert itself. I twisted and wrenched myself loose from the nipple, careful not to press my hands against anything. My captor lifted me up and put me on her shoulder. I knew what was coming but I my body betrayed me again and laid limp on her shoulder. I felt the pats on my back and the bubble forming in my stomach. Not long after, I let up a huge burp and a spit up some of the milk. She seemed happy but, I couldn’t understand what she was saying. The language sounded foreign but, I couldn’t tell what it might be. She carried me to a fenced in mat and laid me down on my back. She grabbed a nearby infant toy and positioned it over me. There were strings with glittery and colorful things hanging from them. She pushed and prodded the bangles, saying something. I watched her face and tried to understand what it was she was saying. As I watched her mouth, I saw what I thought were familiar words. I can’t read lips, but some words are easy to read; “Mommy”, “Baby”, “Toy”. A shock ran through me as I realized, she wasn’t using a foreign language. I found out later that the helmet that she’d been using, had been hypnotizing me. The effect was sinister and sly. The program soothed me into feeling like an infant, that’s why being on her shoulder had calmed me. It also scrambled my brain, making regular English sound like garbled, nonsense. The loss of understanding was so profound that I began weeping, not crying like a baby but, weeping like a beaten man. She watched me and seemed to understand. She got up and walked out of the room. Time seemed to stretch out as I lay there on the mat. She came back, carrying a piece of paper. On the paper was written a message: “I can see that my baby still has a bit of the little boy in there. That’s ok though, after a few more times in my special helmet, you won’t even be able to read this message. You shouldn’t try to fight. Just relax and let it happen. I want you to just be a happy baby. The effects of the helmet will be permanent but, I can teach you to speak and as you grow up, I’ll even potty train you. Won’t that be fun?” I tried to rail against my body’s betrayal and managed to swing my arm up but, she just caught it and used my hand to tap one of the swinging bangles. She threw the paper in the trash and began tickling me until I wet my diaper. She said something, I couldn’t tell what though. She got up and walked out of the room, leaving me to “entertain” myself with that damnable toy. I lay on the mat for what seemed like forever. Every now and again, my hand would reach up and bat at one of the bangles, no matter how much I tried to stop it. I pooped my diaper, another betrayal by my body. “Looks like that damn helmet made me incontinent too!” I thought to myself. I was uncomfortable again and I felt that sadness welling up again but I was also tired and, in the end, the tiredness won out and I fell to sleep with a wet and dirty diaper encasing my crotch. Chapter 8 I dreamt of laying in the crook of my mother’s (my real mother) arm as she nursed me and I felt at peace. It didn’t seem wrong because I was a baby but, I realized that it was just a dream when I looked up and my mother’s face stared back down at me. The reality of the dream was so real, so vivid that I didn’t want to leave it. I just wanted to be with my mom and have her take care of me. Reality wouldn’t let me have even that though as I woke up and my captor knelt over me. She spoke in gibberish and at first I was terrified that I was going crazy. I remembered that she had used the helmet on me and it had messed up my head somehow. I felt dirty as she removed the sleeper and carefully changed my diaper. Try as I might to fight the effect of the helmet, I couldn’t raise my hand to fight her off. She watched me the entire time and smiled when she was done. She took off the sleeper with the needles in it and put me into a regular sleeper. She lifted me off the ground and carried me into the kitchen. I saw a highchair and I thought, “Another step into my infantile life.” She inserted me into the chair and slid the tray into place. She walked behind me and I saw a bib fall in front of me and felt it being tied in the back. Horror had been replaced by simple disgust and hate at this point. Nothing this woman did to me scared me any longer. I had come to accept the inevitability of the situation and simply had to endure until I could find a way to escape. I allowed myself to be fed and focused my mind on getting the layout of the house down so I knew where I was going, even if I had to move in the dark. When she finished with the baby cereal, she cleaned me up and pulled me out of the highchair. She took me into the living room and laid me on her lap. I knew what was coming so I didn’t try to fight it. She turned on the television and positioned me to nurse, which my body did, in earnest. I closed my eyes and thought about anything that would let me forget I was suckling on a madwoman’s teat. Finally, the sensation stopped and I feigned sleep and she put me back into the crib upstairs. After she left the room, I tried to move in normal fashion, sitting up, forming words with my mouth but, without sound. I was only marginally successful but, it encouraged me. Time lost all meaning for me over the next few weeks, she applied the damned helmet again and my eyesight became severely unfocused. It got to the point that I could only discern color and shape, light and dark, all other details were gone. I could barely tell when it was day and night because she kept the light on in the nursery. I fought every effort of her to bond with me, kept my mind active by thinking about my school, my family, my friends and last but not least, REVENGE! One day, at least I think it was day, there was a loud noise downstairs. It woke me up and I began to cry. I saw lots of dark shapes in the nursery and couldn’t understand what was going on. I could hear the madwoman screaming something but, I didn‘t know what it was. Someone picked me up and carried me out of the house, to a waiting car. I was scared for the first time in a while and began to cry. I felt someone holding me and cradling me against them. It soothed my fear but not my anxiety. I was taken to another building and lots of bright lights were shined at me. People stood over me and I was pinched and prodded, even pricked, which hurt so bad that I began bawling. I remember changes and feedings but, there was something different about them, they were less smothering and more matter of fact. There was no cooing and more talking to me. I still couldn’t understand what was being said and I still couldn’t respond but, the speakers definitely wanted me to keep trying. After a while, I felt something slimy touching my face and saw a big square with moving dots on it in front of me. I was forced to watch the square for a long time, until I fell asleep. When I woke up, the world seemed a bit clearer, sharper, more in focus. I could tell some details about my surroundings. I seemed to be in a hospital, the smell of disinfectant and the white walls made me wonder what had happened. A nurse came over to me and began to check my diaper. She talked to me like a normal person. To my shock, I could understand some of her words. It was still a bit jumbled but I could definitely understand some of it. I tried to respond, telling her my name and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Quickly, she yelled and a few moments later, this guy in a white lab coat, a doctor I think, came over and began shining his pocked flashlight in my eyes and asking me questions. I tried to focus on what he was saying but it was too much all at once, I said my name again and said, one simple word, “Where”. The doctor and nurse seemed overjoyed and quickly motioned for someone to come. My mother (my real mother) leaned over the bed and looked down into my eyes. I was so happy to see her, I reached up and said, “Mommy!” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. The moment would have been better if I hadn’t started peeing right then. My mother got soaked before she could pull the diaper over my front. I was so embarrassed that I started crying. Mom held me close and spoke soothingly to me. It calmed me but I was still upset at my lack of control in front of her. “ It will be fine honey.” she whispered into my ear The doctors began using the square (which turned out to be a video monitor) and earphones to help undo the effects of the helmet. Luckily, they were able to get my kidnapper to cough up the secrets of the helmet, so a program was designed to reverse it’s effects. After that first session, they weren’t sure that the program they had made would be able to change me back but, after the second session, I was able to fully understand English and even speak a little back. It took a few months before I was back to my normal self, even managed to get re-potty trained. I haven’t managed to get my control at night back but, the doctors say that will come in time. The worst part of this experience is the lasting effects of that damn woman’s program and, that’s the reason Dr. Kline has me writing this journal. Ever since I got out of diapers, I have felt the need to go back to them and be a baby again. I tried to fight it and refuse to give the madwoman a victory but, Dr. Kline says that the events of my kidnapping unlocked some deep part of my psyche that wants to be taken care of. She says that I may never get over wanting to be babied sometimes. My mother knows and she helps me with it when stress at school or life gets too much. I have a special room that we added to the house. That is where I go when I’m feeling low or depressed, mom knows the signal and comes in to take care of her baby boy for a while though, she NEVER breastfeeds me (Ugh, that was gross!). My mom and I are much closer now and for that, I thank the crazy woman who kidnapped me but, I’ll never forgive her for unleashing this infantile desire on me. I am now stuck with feelings I don’t want but, can’t get rid of. I have nightmares that my classmates find out I still like to be babied every now and again and that terrifies me. I finally found out the kidnapper’s name, Emily VanHoustan. She lost her baby due to the physical abuse of her ex-husband and never got over the trauma. As traumatized as she is, she’s still crazy and we sued her for a million dollars. That money is the key to my future. I think I’ll go into law enforcement maybe even into Missing Persons. Maybe I can make a difference and give some other kid a break like the one I got.

Maddie and her older sister Holly sat at the dinner table eating supper with their parents as they did every evening. As seemed usual in their home Holly liked to dominate the conversation, telling their parents about her day at school and how well she was doing in every class. "So Mum today in biology Mr Hartford said I'm on track for one of the best marks he's seen on our individual coursework" "oh that's great sweetie I'm really pleased for you" replied Mum seemingly proud of her daughter "And can you believe it in the child care course they even had these massive baby dolls and they made us show that we knew how to change a nappy, I mean why do they need to teach us how to change nappies for gods sake" "Well you never know love it might come in handy one day, maybe if you have children of your own" As Holly carried on and on Maddie found her boastfulness increasingly annoying, she had finally had enough and just couldn't help but say something.... "Jesus do you ever stop talking about yourself Holly I'm fed up with you going on and on about how amazing you are at everything" "Maddie don't be so disrespectful and rude to your sister, all she's doing is telling us about her day" "Yeah Maddie what the hell is wrong with you are you you're jealous of me or something?" "That's right Mum side with her of course she's too perfect to ever do anything wrong" "Stop being such an immature little brat Maddie, your 15 years old not 5 for god's sake, you're acting like a baby" replied Mum angrily at her daughters immaturity With that Maddie ran off up to her room in floods of tears, feeling utterly worthless and inferior at how her life was compared to her sister. 18 year old Holly had always been seen by everyone as the perfect girl, regularly achieving higher grades than Maddie and having a much larger group of friends thanks to her good looks and outgoing personality. But Maddie didn't see it this way, to her she saw Holly as boastful and full of herself, always going on about how she had done this or done that. Maddie felt fed up with living in her sisters shadow. After Maddie's little outburst, she had gone up to her room on her bed to sulk. Lying there, she felt angry at Holly's arrogant response and how Mum had even defended her. These thoughts stirred in her mind as she laid there on her bed feeling worthless and upset, and soon, despite it only being 6:30pm she drifted off to sleep.. She awoke a few hours later needing to pee, looking at the clock she was shocked to see it was now 2am and that she had slept through the whole evening. Due to it now being so late, everyone else had gone to bed. She got up and quietly made her way to the bathroom. As she walked past her sisters room, she noticed her door was slightly open and she could hear Holly was asleep. She thought about the evenings events and how much she hated her big sister when suddenly an idea popped into her head. Part of her was saying it was a mean, nasty thing to even think about doing......the other part of her remembered what had happened earlier in the evening, and how much hatred she currently felt towards Holly.... She quietly went downstairs to the kitchen and got a large plastic bowl, which she then filled with warm water from the kitchen tap. Maddie then made her way back upstairs and very slowly snuck into her sisters bedroom, observing that Holly appeared to be in quite a deep sleep. She put the bowl down next to her bed and gently lifted Holly's hand, being careful not to wake her, and placed it in the warm water. She stood and waited........ after about 2 minutes she was about to give up, having convinced herself it was a stupid idea that would never work, when all of a sudden she thought she could hear a faint noise......... She listened closely as she began hearing a hissing sound from under the sheets which got increasingly louder.... Gently lifting the duvet, her jaw dropped. She saw that Holly's pyjamas were now soaking wet and her bed was soaked. She couldn't believe it, her trick had actually worked. She had somehow made big mature Holly pee her bed like a baby. “Now who's acting like the baby, not quite so perfect now are you” Maddie thought to herself. She left the room with a massive grin on her face not quite able to believe that she had just somehow made her 18 year old sister have a bedwetting accident. She now couldn't wait for the morning to come around... As Holly woke up the next morning something felt strange, as she shifted in bed she realised something wasn't right.... Around her bum felt cold and uncomfortable, as she put her hand under the covers she realised her pyjamas, underwear and bed were all soaking wet... "what the fuck" she said out loud to herself She pulled back the covers and stood up. Feeling around her butt and across the front of her pyjamas she felt disgusting, as she came to the realisation of what had happened-that she had wet the bed "No, I can't have! how the hell did this happen?" a frustrated and upset Holly asked herself Examining her bed she realised there was no hiding the massive wet patch and that she would have to quickly take her sheets and pyjamas down to the washing machine if she didn't want anyone finding out. As Holly was about to do this Mum walked into her bedroom...... "Is everything alright Holly I heard you shouti....." Mum was cut off as she noticed her daughter's soaking wet pyjamas "Oh my gosh what happened sweetie" "I uuuuu don't know Mum, I woke up like this this morning" said an obviously upset Holly "Oh dear it looks like you had a bit of an accident love don't worry, we'll get this all cleaned up" Holly broke down in tears Maddie woke up and could hear a commotion from her sisters room. She got up and went to her sisters room, hearing her Mum’s voice from inside. She barged the door open finding Holly stood crying wearing soaking wet pyjamas, Mum was trying to console her. “"oh my god Holly you didn't pee the bed did you? I didn't know you were still a baby” “Get the hell out of my room” scowled her angry and upset sister “Please can you go out of the room Maddie and let us sort this” asked Mum “"ok Mum I'll leave you to help the big bedwetter” “That's enough of that Maddie, your sisters certainly not a bedwetter, this is just a one off thing as she's probably just got a virus or something” Maddie felt really pleased that she had managed to humiliate her usually perfect sister as she went off to get ready for school. Holly was rather quiet come breakfast time. Maddie held herself back from sniggering, knowing Holly wasn't in the mood. The day went by without incident, Holly tried to put the accident to the back of her mind, convincing herself that it was just a freak occurrence that would soon be forgotten. Maddie however, had got too much satisfaction from Holly's embarrassment to leave it at that.... That night Maddie stayed up late, yet again sneaking into Holly's room. This time within just 30 seconds of Holly's hand being placed in the warm water, the 18 year old began soaking her bed for the second night in a row. She couldn’t believe how easily it seemed to work on her sister at her age. In the morning, again she heard talking from in her sisters room as Mum had gone in to wake her up her oldest daughter finding her upset yet again over a wet bed.... This time instead of barging into Holly's room she stood outside with her head against the door and listened in. “"honey don't worry we’ll book you a doctors appointment today to find out what's going on” “Ok Mum but can we get this cleaned up quickly I really don't want Maddie to find out I did this again” “"yes ok sweetie, can you just take your wet sheets downstairs and put them in the machine for me before you get ready?" "Uuum yea ok" said a blushing and upset Holly With that Holly quickly made her way downstairs to the utility room and put her wet stuff in the washing machine Maddie stood back around the corner so that she couldn't be seen as she watched her pretty older sister go downstairs carrying her wet sheets, still wearing her pee soaked pyjamas which were clinging to her well toned butt. Maddie went downstairs only a few moments later, timing it perfectly to catch Holly trying to hide the evidence of her second bedwetting accident in a row. Holly looked shocked to see Maddie "Morning Holly, hey, how come you're doing laundry I've never seen you do laundry in the morning" questioned Maddie hoping to embarrass her big sister "Uuuuuuu" caught off guard Holly stuttered not knowing what to say "Oh my god you didn't wet the bed again did you?" Maddie saw her sisters face turn bright red "Uuuuummm no I just spilt a drink" Maddie walked up to Holly and pulled the sheets out of the washing machine "Eeeeewww they stink of pee oh my god you actually wet the bed again. And look at your pyjamas they're soaked that's freaking disgusting" Holly felt totally embarrassed having her little sister catch her trying to hide her the evidence of her bedwetting accident, all whilst still wearing her pee soaked pyjamas. "Maddie just shut up and go away, like I said its only because I've got a virus or something so don't even think of telling anyone about this" "Sorry Holly, I was only joking I didn't really mean it, I hope you get better soon". Maddie lied through her teeth, pretending to show some concern for her big sister. Inside she was loving every second of having something like this over Holly. Mum was shocked that her usually mature daughter had suddenly now done this not just once, but two nights in a row. It was that last thing she had ever expected from Holly, especially now that she was a second year college student . She feared that if it kept on happening any more that Holly's mattress would be ruined and may begin to smell.... Maddie had made her mind up that she would do it for another night as she was enjoying having a feeling of control over Holly for the first time in her life...... It was somehow making her feel much better about herself. That night, Sneaking into Holly's room at 1am, seeing her sister was sound asleep she lifted her hand into the bowl of water. Just a she placed her sister's hand in the water Holly began moving and lifted her hand. Maddie completely froze on the spot praying to god Holly hadn't woken up. She soon realised Holly was just moving in her sleep as she saw her roll onto her side.... As Holly turned thought her bed seemed unusually loud and kind of like it was rustling which intrigued Maddie. Upon feeling the corner of the bed she found that Holly was believe it or not sleeping on a rubber plastic sheet.... She couldn't hold back a smile at this finding. Her 18 year old college aged sister couldn't currently be trusted to have just a normal sheet on her bed like anyone else her age. She now had a crinkly plastic sheet on her bed, something you would normally associate with small children and toddlers that couldn't yet control their bladders and we're still not out of nappies. "Well well, you may get higher grades and be more popular than me but I'm not the one sleeping on a mattress protector at the age of 18" Maddie thought whilst chuckling to herself. After finding out about Holly's new bed sheet, it made her more determined to make her wet her bed again. For the second time that night she placed her older sisters hand in the bowl.... Sure enough after about a minute of Holly's hand being placed in the water, Maddie heard a trickling noise as her sisters bladder began emptying it contents, again leaving her nice and wet for when she woke up..... The next morning Maddie decided to and Holly were sat at breakfast, now both ready for school Maddie broke the silence “So did you manage to stay dry last night or did you have another accident” “"firstly Maddie don't talk to me like I'm some little kid, don't forget I'm 3 years older than you. And secondly no it didn't happen again, it was like Mum said, probably just a virus or something I ate which I'm over ok so don't ever mention it again” “Well I hope it doesn't happen again Holly, let's hope you stay dry tonight again” “"just shut up Maddie and stop being so fucking condescending I'm not a kid, just cos your jealous of me being better looking and more popular than you, my god you better not even dare to mention this to anyone ever” Her sisters words had hurt her deeply, but Maddie tried to think positively. She loved this feeling of having something like this on her sister and could see just how much Holly was struggling to deal with it. She laughed in her head at the thought of the crinkly plastic sheet her big sister now had on her bed, which instantly made her feel better, imagining if only Holly's friends knew what their popular classmate now slept on.... After the nasty way Holly had just spoken to her, Maddie decided it would be fair payment to keep going with the hand in warm water prank. She continued it for the next 3 nights. Each time, the gorgeous college girl had been distraught to wake up finding that she had wet the bed yet again, which she desperately, desperately tried to keep from Maddie. She had got better at hiding her accidents, which in her mind she thought she had managed to keep hidden from her younger sister. At breakfast, Maddie, knowing full well that Holly had now wet the bed 6 nights in a row, played innocent and questioned Holly....... "So Holly have you had anymore nighttime accidents since the other day" "Was I not clear when I told you to never mention that again Maddie, and the answer is no because it was just a one off as I was unwell, which I'm over now so stop being such a condescending little brat have you got that ?" "God you don't need to be such a bitch about it I was just asking" "Well don't ! , stop speaking to me like I'm some kid ok. I get it you've always been jealous of me cos I'm better than you at everything, and a couple of accidents changes nothing wart fingers" Maddie hated when her sister called her that. Ever since she was young she'd had trouble with warts on her hands, mainly on her fingers. Holly had off and on used that name when ever she felt like being mean and belittling to Maddie. Her words showed her sister's true inner spite. Maddie could tell the bedwetting was really getting to Holly for her to have said this as she was never usually this unhappy and bad tempered. Mum was now in total disbelief that her eldest daughter had suddenly now out of nowhere managed to wet her bed 6 nights in a row. The doctor had even said there was no obvious reason for the accidents and that hopefully it would just pass. She spoke to Holly about it before she had left for college, and explained that her bedding and pyjamas were being completely ruined and that her room would soon start smelling of pee, which Maddie would surely eventually notice. Holly tried to avoid the conversation as it was something she couldn't quite believe she was having to discuss with her mother at her age. After a short talk Mum said that she would speak to her further about it later on that night. Whilst at college Holly struggled to focus on her classes, she tried to put the inevitable embarrassing talk she would have with her mother out of her mind, she felt like some little kid that was going to be to told off for wetting the bed, except she was no longer a little kid, but a mature, beautiful and intelligent 18 year old college student, looking to get the grades that would get her a place for next year at one of the top universities in the country. The accidents were really, really starting to bother her the longer they went on. A couple of her friends even asked her what was up as they thought she hadn't been acting herself the last few days. She certainly had no intention of telling them what was up. Holly felt as if she'd literally rather die than any of them find out she had been wetting the bed. That evening... It was 10pm and the family were all sat in the lounge either watching tv or sat using an ipad as they usually did of an evening. Mum disappeared upstairs, and just a couple of minutes after, Holly did as well which Maddie thought was a little strange... Maddie decided to creep upstairs to see why they had both gone up there. Just as she was near the top of the stairs she saw Mum come out of her bedroom and go into Holly's room. She noticed she had a bag with her. Mum hadn't seen her as the area where the stairs were was dark. Maddie then crept up to her big sisters door and listened in.... "Mum please no!" "I'm sorry darling but this is the only solution, I'm not taking no for an answer, if you put up a fight you'll risk Maddie hearing what's going on so I suggest you just lie back and let me get on with it" Knowing that putting up a fight would risk her sister hearing, Holly realised she had no choice and gave in..... “"just lie back on the bed love and let me do it” “Mum please can’t I do it this is really embarrassing” "Surely not" Maddie thought as she excitedly listened in..... She could hear a lot of rustling “No sweetie because it needs to be taped on properly so it doesn't leak onto the bed” "No freaking way" though Maddie This comment had brought a massive, massive grin to Maddie’s face as she knew it could now only mean one thing; nappies, Mum had clearly become fed up with Holly continuing to soak her bed and had obviously decided there was now only one solution, to put Holly back in nappies. Her usually confident, beautiful and popular college aged sister had now been reduced to being changed for bed like a baby. All because of Maddie's cruel trick. She couldn't believe she had managed this in just 6 days! Her older sister wearing nappies would literally be beyond her wildest dreams. She imagined how devastating this would be for Holly at her age. It hadn't even crossed her mind that Mum would do this to her big sister. The plastic sheet was like all her Christmases had come at once, but Holly being back in nappies like a baby would be beyond the most amazing thing she could possibly ask for. To Maddie, this really was absolutely perfect, she couldn't of asked for a better outcome, she knew that all she needed to do now was make sure that Holly's first night in a nappy didn't end dry. “"fine just hurry up in case Maddie comes upstairs. I really don’t want her finding out” After a bit more rustling and taping it sounded like Mum had finished the job of changing her oldest daughter into her first nappy since she was 2. “"ok darling, it's all taped up now, if you want to stand up and see how it feels” Holly slowly got up and began feeling her new underwear... “"Mum it's sooo thick....I can't wear this or Maddie will notice. It's so loud when I walk” “"it isn't as loud as you think love, put your pyjamas on and I bet no one could even tell you're wearing it” Holly put on her pyjama pants, pulling them up she struggled to get them over the bulkiness of the nappy. She had to kind of stick her bum out and wriggle from side to side to get them up fully. “see there we go sweetie it's completely hidden under those” "Can't you get me something thinner to wear Mum?" "Sorry sweetie but judging by how wet your bed has been most mornings, anything thinner would risk it leaking onto the bed and ruining your bedding" “"I can hear it crinkling every time I move though" said a clearly upset Holly “Trust me Holly no one will notice. It's just a temporary thing love I'm sure. If the problem passes which I'm sure it will and you stay dry for a few nights then you can stop wearing them" Maddie couldn’t help but snigger "A few nights hey, we'll see about that Holly" now feeling over the moon She quickly moved off back downstairs before she was seen. There was no going back now. This whole situation was music to her ears hearing how humiliated Holly was feeling Normally Holly's concerns would be whether her make-up looked right or her hair was ok- but not tonight. Her only concern tonight was about whether the thick nappy she had been forced to wear to bed due to her heavy bedwetting, was noticeable under her cute pyjamas. After her humiliation was complete, Holly made her way across the hall and into the bathroom, feeling totally distraught and as if her life was now over. "This really can't be fucking happening" she thought to herself. 18 years old and here she was stood there having just been changed into a nappy for bed by her Mum like some un-potty trained little kid. Holly refused to accept it, she was a mature, beautiful and intelligent girl, but deep down she knew that after the events of the last 6 nights, the truth of it was that she was actually in dire need of the extra absorbent adult sized nappy that was now tightly strapped around her butt. So many thoughts went through her head-what would her friends think? How could she ever keep this hidden from Maddie? She couldn't even contemplate her life if she ever found out about this. As she walked she noticed it almost felt like it made her waddle as it was so unbelievably thick it forced her legs apart. Holly locked the bathroom door, and tried to hold herself back from crying as she came to terms with her current predicament. Staring at herself in the mirror, noticing her cheeks were now glowing a deep shade of red, she started observing her butt from every angle. She could see the nappy definitely made her butt look bigger and kind of made it a weird shape.... She tried hard to convince herself that if she was careful Maddie would probably not notice, and that all she needed was to stay dry for a few nights and this whole thing would soon be a thing of the past. Mustering up the courage, Holly headed out of the bathroom and back downstairs, walking slightly hesitantly as she was so conscious of the rustling nappy. She prayed to god Maddie wouldn't notice anything was up. She sat herself down in her usual spot, thankful that Maddie had continued to stare at her ipad screen and didn't appear to have noticed anything was out of the ordinary. Maddie had opted to pretend she had no idea about Holly's predicament, keeping her head down and ignoring her sisters crinkling backside as she came in and sat down on the settee. On the inside however was a different story, Maddie felt tonight could be a massive turning point in her life. She mentally, at this moment felt as if she was no longer completely inferior to her sister. In her eyes Holly was no longer the pretty, intelligent and popular girl, what she was now was no more than an 18 year old nappy wearing bed wetter Holly felt utterly ashamed having to sit near her far younger sister whilst wearing the same underwear as a baby "why the fuck did this have to happen to me" she thought to herself The thing that worried Holly was that, God forbid this bedwetting thing didn't stop, she would have to go through this every single night, with the constant fear of her secret being found out by her younger sibling That was one thing she really, really couldn't deal with- the thought of Maddie ever finding out about this. She desperately hoped that this whole problem would be no more than a short term thing. Holly just couldn't understand how this was happening, she had never wet the bed in her life, and then out of nowhere she had now woken up to wet sheets 6 nights in a row. She convinced herself that although the doctor had said there was nothing wrong with her, that maybe she had something he hadn't picked up on like a bladder infection which would eventually pass and that the accidents would stop with that. Maddie thought back to the argument the other day. She couldn't believe just 6 days ago Holly was the perfect girl in every way, sleeping with all the best looking guys at her college, now she had been reduced to having the same bedtime routine as a baby, which involved sleeping on a plastic sheet and being changed into a disposable nappy at night by her Mum. She no longer felt in any way jealous of her big sister. Holly now had a secret that would completely ruin her if anyone ever found out and Maddie loved it. That night, lying in bed Holly couldn't sleep, she tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, unable to ignore the bulk of the thick nappy between her legs "God this stupid thing is so uncomfortable" she cursed to herself. Lying there thinking about her current situation Holly started to feel upset and overcome with emotion. She felt tears well up in her eyes, and unable to hold back, she began uncontrollably crying which made her feel even more of a baby than she was feeling already. She tried to stay as still as possible as every movement she made reminded her of her predicament by causing either the plastic sheet to rustle or her nappy to crinkle. Eventually managing to relax, Holly fell asleep, it was midnight.. Keeping herself awake, Maddie had prepared to do her cruel trick again tonight. She had debated whether she had gone too far but then remembered Holly's cruel words.. Looking at her phone, she saw it was now 1am. Quietly making her way to Holly's bedroom, hearing her sister was asleep, she gently slid her big sisters hand from under the covers and placed it in the bowl of warm water. She soon heard a hissing noise which sounded louder than usual. She knew this was because it was not the sound of Holly's pee soaking her cute knickers, but the sound of Holly's pee hitting the thick padding of her new underwear, her nappy.... "Oh dear did the little baby have an accident in her nappy" muttered Maddie unable to hold a big grin from her face as she left Holly's bedroom and went to bed herself. In the morning as Holly came around from her slumber, it took her a few moments to wake up enough to remember the embarrassing events of the past week. These thoughts made the 18 year old quickly slide her hands under the duvet and check her bedsheets for any sign of wetness, which to her surprise seemed to be dry as she felt around under her butt. She thought that maybe this would signal the end of her nighttime troubles. But........ she then became aware of something that had slipped her half-asleep mind. Her hopes where quickly dashed as she though back to the bulky nappy her mum had put on her last night. Putting her hands down the front of her pyjamas, her hopes were soon dashed. The huge bulk between her legs was warm and squishy, meaning yet again she had peed herself in her sleep. Maddie decided that there was no going back now so she continued the hand in hot water prank every night ensuring her sister would wake up to a soaking wet nappy every morning. Over the coming weeks Maddie noticed a pattern, that every night Holly and Mum would disappear upstairs at some point during the evening, on returning Holly always seemed to stay fairly still as if to avoid drawing any attention to herself. Some nights she didn't even bother coming back down, instead opting to stay in her room watching Netflix. Maddie could tell though that her sister had a nappy on as it made her butt look bigger and there was a slightly noticeable crinkling whenever she moved. It made Maddie laugh that her mature sister now had this embarrassing night time routine To Maddie seeing her sister sat there knowing full well what she was wearing under her pyjamas was just perfect. To Holly the events of the past few weeks were literally her worst nightmare, she just couldn't believe she had all of a sudden developed this humiliating problem. Trying to keep it from her friends was proving extremely difficult for her. It was having a huge effect on her normally buoyant social life. After nights out she would now always make an excuse to go home so she could avoid dealing with staying over at anyone's house. One night she actually went back to some guys house that she'd met in a nightclub. She had sex with him before keeping herself awake and waiting for him to fall asleep, at which point she got up and left. She certainly didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of wetting his bed and him telling all his mates about it, and there was no way she was going to carry around a nappy in her handbag in case she stayed at someone's house. One night Maddie went in to Holly's room to do the hot water prank, she was a little later this time. She wanted to see it with her own eyes that she had actually reduced her college aged big sister to wearing a nappy to bed every night, so she decided to gently pull back the covers to ge Holly was on her side and Maddie could see the nappy peeking out of her pyjamas which made her smile. She gently slipped her hand down the back of her pyjamas, feeling the nappy she couldn't believe just how thick it was. Mum had clearly taken no chances when choosing Holly's new bedtime underwear, she obviously had little faith in her 18 year old daughter's ability to keep her bed dry, with good reason. She then noticed something that surprised her, the further she reached towards the bottom it seemed to get more warm, and felt kind of mushy, she realised this meant Holly had already wet her nappy, without her hand being placed in warm water. She suddenly thought, had she over the course of the last few weeks trained Holly into becoming a bedwetter, had she trained her older sisters body to pee in her sleep by making her wet herself so many times? Over the course of the next week she only did the prank once, what she did instead was go in and check Holly's nappy every night at 3am. She found that on 6 out of the 7 nights Holly had already used her nappy, and on the night she was dry at 3am that was the one night that Maddie did the prank. She couldn't believe it, she had somehow managed to turn her perfect older sister into a chronic bedwetter, that was now totally reliant on wearing a thick adult nappy to bed to prevent her soaking her sheets. This realisation brought great pleasure to Maddie, knowing it wasn't now the prank that was making Holly wet the bed each night. She no longer needed that! Her big sister was now an actual bedwetter. Maddie loved the thought that because of her cruel trick Holly was likely no closer to being out of nappies at night than a baby. In fact a baby or toddler would probably have a better chance of keeping it's bed dry. Holly was totally fed up. She had endured the embarrassment of having tests done and seeing countless specialists. All she was told was that there was nothing wrong physically and they don't know what's causing it. All she knew was that she kept having this same weird dream...... A flashback to last night... Holly was sound asleep in bed, It was like she was floating, she felt totally at ease drifting around in endless crystal clear, beautifully calm ocean water. As time passed she slowly started to fall below the surface, the lovely warmth of the water engulfing her as she gently submerged. The heat from the water felt extremely relaxing as she let her body follow the natural current of the water. A gentle voice repeated the word "relax, relax". She could then see what looked like a toilet in the distance but before even attempting to get there she felt any tension in her body disappear as she lied in the comfortable warmth of the ocean. Eventually she began to rise back to the surface of the water where she began feeling a little colder...... Still asleep, Holly hadn't so much as stirred, what the beautiful college girl had done however during her relaxed state was empty her bladder into her now, rather swollen and warm nappy. One evening Mum and Dad had gone out to eat, Maddie had observed that Mum had gone upstairs with Holly just before they left at 7:30, which she could only assume meant one thing- changing time. Meaning Holly would be spending a lot longer than usual in her nappy, and unusually the girls would be left on their own. Holly had protested about being changed at such an early time in the evening but Mum had given her no option stating that they would be back very late and that she would likely be in bed by then. Maddie had decided to invite a friend, Tara over for the evening. Tara arrived shortly after Mum and Dad had left. Holly hadn't seemed all that pleased to have someone else in the house, which to Maddie was understandable when she was 3 years younger than Holly and yet Holly was the one who was hiding a nappy under her pyjamas. Everyone was sat in the lounge, between the 3 of them they tried to pick a film to watch. Maddie and Tara wanted to watch The Hangover and Holly wanted to watch Anchorman 2. Maddie announced that it was 2 against 1, grabbing the remote she put on The Hangover which Holly wasn't very pleased about. "That's not fair" "Yeah it is that's how it works" "Shut up Maddie that's just immature" snapped Holly What Maddie felt like saying in response was " I'll tell you what's immature Holly, being 18 years old and still having to wear nappies cos you can't stop pissing the bed" but she thought better of it. It took all of her might to hold herself back from outing her sister as a bedwetter right there in front of her friend. They settled down and watched the film. Towards the end of the film Maddie noticed Holly holding her stomach on and off. She wondered if she might soon need to use the bathroom..... As soon as the film ended Maddie went upstairs, took her pyjamas and went into the bathroom, knowing if Holly needed the bathroom she would have to wait until she came out.... Taking her time she got undressed and proceeded to have a nice long shower.... Not long after she had gone in the bathroom Holly started banging on the door.... "Maddie will you please hurry up I really, really need to use the toilet" "I'll just be a few minutes I'm taking a quick shower" "For gods sake just hurry up" Maddie could hear the desperation in her sisters voice, but continued to enjoy her nice hot shower.... By now Tara had heard what was going on and she was now stood watching Holly smiling at the older girls struggle.. She discretely got her phone out and recorded Holly's struggle... Maddie took her time. She washed her hair twice and then conditioned it, not in any rush as she wondered if Holly would save herself from embarrassment and hold on.... Holly kept banging on the door whilst jumping about trying not to humiliate herself Eventually Maddie had finished. She got herself into her pyjamas before finally opening the door. As she opened the door it looked as if it might be too late for Holly... She was bent forward with one hand clutching her stomach and the other hand holding her butt. Tara noticed something weird sticking out of her pyjamas as she bent bent forward.... Running up to her she tugged at her pyjama pants, pulling them down around her ankles leaving her stunned "Oh my god she's wearing a fucking nappy" Holly, too preoccupied to stop Tara exposing her then lifted her head as she let out a big gasp as both girls stood watching in complete shock as the 18 year old uncontrollably lost control of her bowels and began messing her exposed nappy right before their eyes..... The girls were both totally stunned at what they had just seen, and the best part of all was that they had the whole thing recorded..... Holly ran off crying into her bedroom with her massive sagging nappy still on full display as she slammed her door behind her..... Tara and Maddie just looked at each other and burst into fits of laughter. Boy were they going to have some fun with this...... A short while later they went up to Holly's door............ "Oh Holly can we come in and have a little chat with you?"......

Hello again, everyone! So, you all know I typically don't write anything in too great of detail when it comes to the fetish side of things. But, I took a stab at it. This is nothing like anything I've written before, and yeah, it's definitely more sexual than what I normally write. But, I'm considering writing a small collection of short stories like these, and eventually selling the collection. If you like it, awesome. If you don't, that's okay, too. But, here ya go! Chapter 1 When the average person hears, “It’s just a party,” there’s usually an inkling that it’s not just a party. Of course, Robert Marx wasn’t your average guy, and wasn’t thinking too clearly when he agreed to go to Chloe Brown’s party. It didn’t help that he had a huge crush on her, or that she seemed to have taken a liking to him, too. Robert paced his apartment living room, running his fingers through his hair as he did so. “Ugh, why did I agree to go? There are going to be tons of people there! Chloe won’t even notice me. I’m going to cancel. I’ll tell her I’m sick…” he said to himself. “...But, I already told her I’d go! She’ll kill me if I don’t. And she wouldn’t have invited me if she didn’t want me there, right?” Typical with Robert’s luck, his phone vibrated loudly, and he quickly unlocked the screen to see who it was. “Chloe…” he sighed as he viewed the text message. Hey, it read, you’re still coming tonight, right? Lots of games, drinks, all that fun stuff! Robert’s thumbs moved all around the keyboard, before finally responding with an, Of course! Want me to bring anything? Just yourself, Chloe replied, there will be plenty of food, and drinks, and just people hanging out! Got it! See you soon! Robert replied, before sighing once more and placing his phone in his pocket. Why was he so nervous? It was, after all, the perfect situation. Chloe had come up to him right after work, unlike the previous attempts, where Robert would approach her, and get all tongue-tied before walking away like a fool. Sure, they’d been working together for two years and talked quite a bit; all the little jokes, the occasional nudge in Robert’s side that made him giggle, and some of Chloe’s teasing that turned him beet red. But they never really got the chance to know each other. This particular time, however, the petite, green-eyed brunette approached Robert with a warm, “Hey!” Robert turned and smiled shyly, with his hands in his pockets. “Oh, hi, Chloe! What’s up?” “Well, we’ve known each other for some time now, and I’m having a party at my house this Friday. Nothing crazy. Just some friends, some drinks, and some games. I’d really like it if you showed up.” “G-gee, Chloe, I appreciate that! I-” “Now before you say you’ll think about it,” Chloe interrupted, “I wouldn’t be inviting you if I didn’t like you. And I know you’ve told me how shy you are around lots of people, but there will seriously only be about 10 people max.” Robert scratched his head, not liking to be put on the spot. Before he could respond, Chloe looked him in the eyes, giving a little pout. “Please? For me?” Those damned eyes! That convincing, hypnotic pout! And she said she liked him! “I’ll be there.” “Woo! I’ll see you there! Remember, Friday by 8!” Chloe gave him a huge smile before turning and heading towards her car, while Robert stood there with a dumb smile on his face. “Oh!” Chloe turned around, Robert still in his smiley trance. “We didn’t swap numbers yet!” “N-numbers?” Robert snapped out of it, shaking his head quickly. “Yeah, silly! Phone numbers!” Did she just call him silly? This made Robert blush, and he watched a little smirk develop across Chloe’s face. He blushed harder when she asked him for his number. He fumbled over his words, giving her his number with an awkward, strained effort. “You’re getting all flustered! Are you okay?” Chloe asked in a caring tone. “Wh-what? Yeah. I just don’t really get asked to parties or for people to have my number.” “Awwww, poor thing!” Chloe patted his head, quickly retracting her hand when she saw him blush harder. “I’m sorry! That’s probably way out of line, isn’t it?” It was out of line in comparison to Robert’s interactions with women in the past, but as embarrassing and as silly as it was, he liked it. “It’s okay, really.” “You sure? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” Chloe raised an eyebrow. Robert quickly responded with a, “I don’t know...maybe?” and giggled, before realizing what he’d just said. He never joked with anyone like that! Would she get upset? Would she find his humor funny, or would she redact the invitation to the party? Most women he’d attempted this kind of banter with gave an awkward laugh and then walked away. But not Chloe! “Ohh, that’s very unlike you to say!” Chloe giggled some more, “I like it! We’ll get you out of that shell of yours, mark my words.” She quickly looked down at her phone, and within moments, Robert’s phone went off, letting him know he had a message. It read, It’s Chloe! He added her to his contacts, then smiled some more, feeling as though he’d just won the lottery, all because he got an invite to his crush’s party, and was given her number! Chloe, on the other hand, found this entire moment enticing, if not slightly arousing. She loved making guys blush, but lately, she’d had no success, as the men she’d dated more recently acted all tough or got extremely defensive when she said or did something to make them uncomfortable. Not Robert, though! Nope, this shy, 5’9” tall, average-built, brown haired and hazel-eyed man blushed and took it like a champ, and seemed to like it. And this had been the case since the two started talking! He always gave a shy, “Hello,” or a small wave with a blush, and was always friendly towards her. It made Chloe wonder how far he’d let her take it, if it got to that point. Teasing and humiliation were two out of the three of her biggest turn-ons, but again, most people she tried it with either chickened out, got upset, or pretended to like it (and yes, she could tell when they were pretending!). The third? Eliciting the first two turn-ons by babying men; giving them all the attention and care that a baby would need, diapers and all. She’d discovered her little kink quite a few years earlier and had experimented throughout the years. And yet, she never felt satisfied with her past experiences (and she didn’t have a lot to begin with, since most guys weren’t into it). Maybe Robert would be different. “Hmmm…” she wondered aloud, temporarily in her own little world. “What? Oh, I added you and send a message back.” Robert replied shyly. “Ohh, just thinking, is all. But hey, thanks! I’ll see you later, Robert. Remember, you have to come to the party now that you agreed!” “Okay! Thanks again!” The two parted ways, and Robert made his way home, psyching himself out the entire time, leading him back to pacing his living room and questioning whether he should attend Chloe’s party. But, he sealed his fate when he sent her the response, and started getting ready, talking himself out of backing out every step of the way. Chapter 2 Finally, the time came for the party to start, and in typical Robert fashion, he showed up 40 minutes early. He hated being late, but never timed his departures right. After all, what if there was a traffic jam? What if his car broke down? What if he got pulled over? What if the sky split in two and giant robots came crashing down, annihilating all of humanity and blocking his path? He was a worrier, for sure! Taking an awkward step onto Chloe’s little wooden porch, Robert knocked on the screen door and tried to peek through the screen without making it too obvious. Maybe I’m at the wrong house. Maybe the party got cancelled. Maybe- he thought. “Robert!” he heard Chloe’s voice before seeing her make her way through the kitchen before opening the door and letting him in. Without any hesitation, she put her arms around Robert and gave him a hug. It didn’t take long for Robert to realize that Chloe was a little tipsy. The hint of alcohol on her breath, the way she nonchalantly swayed towards him, the constant smile on her face. “Oh, hi Chloe! Um,” he stammered, a bit surprised by the hug but giving a warm (but shy) one in return, “sorry if I’m a little early.” Releasing him from her hug, Chloe looked over at the clock on the wall, then tsked. “Mmm, I’ll let it slide,” she tilted her head, “after all, you are the first one here. If you were late, I might have had to punish you.” “Punish?” Robert chuckled nervously, his face a dead giveaway that he was embarrassed. “Yeah, you know...a time out, or a spanking over my knee, or something like that.” Chloe giggled, waiting to see Robert’s reaction. She was pleasantly surprised to see Robert’s face turn so red so quickly. Was he truly embarrassed? Turned on? Ashamed? It didn’t matter; she loved it! Robert, on the other hand, did his best to keep his composure, trying not the ideas give away the fact that part of him was quite intrigued by the idea of being punished. “Real funny, Chloe.” Robert replied, shaking off the idea. “Anyway, um, thanks for inviting me. I don’t usually go to parties.” “Pshhh, we’ve been working together for what, two years?” “Two and a half,” Robert corrected her, “although I’m surprised our shifts haven’t really changed over that time.” “Well, I’m probably gonna be a lifer, anyway,” Chloe joked, “but they tend to leave you part-timers alone. Why are you still working there, anyway?” Robert shrugged, “The extra income is nice, and it’s only 2 nights a week.” “Fair enough. Bah! Anyway, let’s not talk about work. It is a party, after all! Come, follow me!” Chloe took Robert’s arm and gently yanked him, leading the now blushing man around her house. “Drinks are in the fridge and coolers,” she pointed to each, “food’s in the dining room, games in the living room, music is...everywhere. Do you want anything? Beer? Mixed drink?” “No, thanks.” “C’monnnn,” Chloe teased, “I can already tell you’re all tense and uncomfortable. Loosen up a bit! Besides, you’re my first guest, so you have to have a drink with me. It’s the rules!” “Rules?” Robert cocked his head sideways. “Yep! Chloe’s List of Rules! And one of those rules is that I’m always right!” “A-and the other rules?” “They’ll be known as the night goes on, depending on how well-behaved you are.” Okay, Robert thought to himself, she is definitely flirting with me! “I see. And what happens if I break the rules?” “Well, depends on which rule you break. For this particular rule, turning down the host’s offer for the first celebratory beverage means your other option is milk or juice in a sippy cup or bottle. So….beer?” Chloe offered once more, this time with a wink. With a blush and a chuckle, Robert said, “Alright, give me a beer, please.” “Ohh, you said please!” Chloe exclaimed before reaching into the large blue cooler, pulling out a can of beer, and popping the top before handing it over. “That’s a surprise? And thank you.” Robert said, waiting for Chloe to grab her own drink. “You’d be surprised how many people, both customers and people I’ve taken a liking to in the past, don’t have any manners.” Chloe quickly poured herself a vodka and lemon-lime soda, before raising her glass. “Cheers.” “Cheers,” Robert replied, tapping her glass with his can, “and yeah, it’s a lost art these days.” “Amen to that!” The two sipped their drinks, continuing their conversation about manners, and things not related to work. Sure, they talked during work, but this was far different. They didn’t have to be careful about what they said. And then things got more interesting. “So let me ask you something, Robert. I know we’ve only got a bit of time left before everyone else shows up. But, you ever had a girlfriend before?” Chloe asked before sipping her drink, making Robert nearly choke on his. “Well, sure! I mean, it was a long time ago, but, yeah, I’ve had a couple of girlfriends in the past.” “And may I ask why it didn’t work out?” “Um, well,” Robert paused, first thinking of giving a typical response, but again giving in to Chloe’s seemingly soul-piercing eyes, “we had some differences in what we wanted. And, if you haven’t noticed, I am pretty awkward.” “Hmm, so they were kinda kinky and you weren’t?” Chloe seemingly joked. “What? I mean, no, I mean-” Robert stammered and blushed. “Ahh, so you’re the kinky one.” She giggled some more, before putting her hand on his shoulder. “Uh oh, someone’s all flustered again!” “H-hey,” Robert giggled shyly and looked away, making Chloe smile even more, “I mean, that’s part of it.” “Robert, it’s fine. I’m not judging. Just curious. I’ve got some, *ahem*, preferences of my own. And I think your awkward personality is kinda cute, if we’re being honest.” This made him turn even more red, but he looked at Chloe this time, giving her a big smile. “Well, I appreciate that. I um,” he said, his voice getting quieter, “think you’re kinda cute, too.” God, Robert felt like such a high-schooler! Why was he so giddy and awkward?! He cursed himself, again hoping he wasn’t being too straightforward. And once more, Chloe found his response to be utterly adorable! “Awww! Most guys just make comments on how ‘hot’ I am! You’re so sweet!” Chloe hugged him once more. Robert was enjoying this so much! He didn’t feel as awkward around his crush, and Chloe relished the moment; Robert’s blushing, and shyness...even his posture! Clearly he liked her, and Chloe, being the type to not just take an interest in anybody, found herself quite attracted to all of Robert’s quirkiness. “You’re so cute, I could just eat you up!” Chloe sang, making Robert look down awkwardly. When she saw this, she beamed before smirking, taking her hand and gently pinching Robert’s reddening cheek. “Awwwwwwwwww! You’re so red!” she giggled. “I-I’m not used to this kind of attention.” Robert fumbled over his words, giggling shyly the whole time. “Well I can stop if it’s too much.” Chloe offered, looking Robert in the eyes once again. “What? N-no, you don’t have to do that.” “Ohhh, so you like it?” As much as Robert didn’t want to admit he liked it very much, he blamed the beer (that damned truth serum!) for making him nod shyly and quietly say, “Yes.” “Gahhh!” Chloe gushed, “I knew it! See? Breaking that teeny tiny shell of yours, a little bit at a time! Well, I promise I’ll behave when the others show up. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in front of everyone.” “I appreciate that,” Robert said with a relieved sigh, catching his breath and recovering from his blushing session, “they should be here soon, right?” “Yeah, any minute now. Oh, and I know you said you get a bit nervous around lots of people, but you can stick with me tonight,” Chloe paused, “or I can carry you on my hip.” “W-wait, what?” Robert said, flustered. “Sorry! Last joke for a while, I promise!” Chloe giggled, thinking to herself how much of an easy target Robert was. “Oh,” Robert giggled, “w-well, thank you, Chloe. I appreciate that.” Oh, yeah, Chloe thought to herself, I think he might just be perfect. Her mind wandered, wondering how Robert would react if she pulled him to her room, plopped him down on the floor, and swiftly but lovingly started diapering him. She turned and bit her lip as she thought about this. Would he run or get upset like the other guys she tried it on? Hell, she didn’t even know if Robert had any kinks! Chloe regained her composure, shaking off the thoughts for the time being. Perfect timing, too, as some loud knocks and shouting could be heard from the entrance to her home. “Hey, Chloe! Let us in!” she heard a few people laugh and shout. She turned towards the noise and quickly headed over, but not before putting her arm on Robert’s shoulder and whispering, “Remember what I said. You’ll be okay.” Robert nodded, watching as Chloe opened the door, and about eight people, some of whom he recognized from work, waltzed in. They all greeted Chloe, with some who were familiar with Robert exclaiming, “Ohh, shit! It’s Robert! What’s up, man?!” and the unfamiliar faces shaking his hand and introducing themselves. T-they seem nice enough, Robert thought, maybe this won’t be too bad. After everyone made their way inside, Chloe instructed them to grab some drinks and food, and went over the different games and music she had for the party. “Now, everyone have fun!” And so the night went on, with lots of music, some dancing, some games, and plenty of food. Nobody got too out of hand, and Robert stuck to Chloe’s side, except for when either had to use the bathroom. Sadly, one by one, people left, with the clock not even striking 10:30. Some had other parties to go to, others had to be to work at 6am the next morning, and some people never even showed up! Robert, on the other hand, waited it out, in part by choice, in part by not knowing when a good time to leave was without offending the slightly inebriated Chloe. Chloe begged people to stay, or picked on them when they left, but shrugged it off, saying, “There’s still four of us left!” Ironically, as she said that, the other two folks yawned and stretched, before telling Chloe that they needed to go. “Sorry,” her friends said, “our babysitter has a curfew.” “Ugh,” Chloe sighed, before giving her friends a hug, “well, thanks for coming! I appreciate it! I’m sure I’ll see you soon.” They parted ways, and as they left Chloe’s house, she turned the music down a bit. There was hardly any alcohol left, and mostly empty bags of chips and containers of dip. Board games and crumbs were all over the place. Robert thought about leaving as well, but he definitely didn’t want to stick Chloe with cleaning up herself. “Well, that kinda sucked.” Chloe sighed. “I think everyone had fun,” Robert said reassuringly, “I mean, I know I did.” “Yeahhh, but they do this sometimes. Just stop over and flake out after a short while. But not you.” “N-nope. I mean, I can go if you want…” Robert said shyly, uncertain of Chloe’s last remark. “What? Nooo, you can stay!” Robert nodded, and began rolling up the bags of opened snacks, and stacking the used plastic cups strewn about Chloe’s furniture. “You don’t have to help me with that.” Chloe smiled. “Well I don’t think it’s right for people not to help clean up after going to a friend’s party.” Robert explained. “You are such a sweetheart! My little helper!” This made Robert blush once more, but he smiled and continued cleaning, making sure everything was in decent shape before Chloe told him she’d take care of the rest later. “I can’t get over how cute you are!” Chloe gushed, giving Robert a quick peck on the cheek. Was she drunk? Or was that a legitimate kiss? Robert’s face burned, but he smiled (albeit, shyly). Robert himself hadn’t had that much to drink, his buzz wearing off about a half hour earlier. “T-thank you, Chloe.” “You,” she said as she kissed his cheek again, continuing this in between each word she said, “are. Welcome.” Robert couldn’t contain himself, becoming overwhelmed with wanting to kiss Chloe back so badly. With an even bigger blush, he kissed her on the cheek back, and in response, Chloe pulled him into a huge hug. “I know I’m a little tipsy,” Chloe admitted, “but I really like you, Robert.” “And...I like you, Chloe.” Robert shyly admitted. “You say that now,” Chloe tsked, “but most guys run the other way after they get to know me some more.” “Well, same thing happens to me.” “I didn’t forget about you being the kinky one,” Chloe winked, “but really, it’s okay. I’m a pretty open-minded girl, and like I said, I’ve got some preferences of my own.” “And that’s perfectly fine.” Robert said quickly, trying not to get flustered. “Makes me curious what you have going on in that brain of yours, though.” Chloe wondered, smiling softly. “I’m curious about you as well!” “There’s only one way to settle this then, per Chloe’s List of Rules.” “How’s that?” Robert asked inquisitively. “We’re going to play Spin the Bottle!” “W-what? But there’s only two of us!” “I know! This is my own little twist on it. But before we play, you have to promise that if you agree, there is no backing out. And if you get really uncomfortable, just tell me, and we’ll stop.” Robert told himself he should’ve left then and there, but his curiosity got the best of him, and he said, “Okay.” Chloe nodded, then brought Robert to the living room floor, sitting him on the floor on one side of the coffee table. Chloe then left the room momentarily, and came back with a couple of bottles in her hand: one was an empty beer bottle, one was a full beer bottle, and the third was a baby bottle. “Okay, let’s play.” Chloe said with a smirk before sitting down. Chapter 3 Robert did a double take when he saw what was in Chloe’s hands. Why both beer bottles and a baby bottle? Trying to mentally put the pieces together, he figured it was for some silly consequence if a player backed out of the game. “You look confused, Robert,” Chloe smirked before sitting across from Robert, sitting with her legs in a slight v-shape before setting both bottles down in front of her, “but I promise it’ll make sense. Now sit just like I am, so our feet touch each other.” Robert sheepishly did as instructed, still eyeing the bottles. In no time, he sat directly across from her, smiling. “Okay,” Chloe took the baby bottle and showed it to Robert, clearly showing it was about halfway full, “as you can see, this bottle has some yummy drink in it: beer!” “B-but why?” “Such a silly boy! It’s part of the game! This is literally just like your average game of Spin the Bottle, except, whoever the baby bottle lands on, has to drink from it, whether that’s on your own or with a little help.” Chloe winked, her eyes seeming to glisten as she explained the rules. This made Robert shift and scratch his head nervously. He’d have to drink from a bottle, or worse, be fed from one by his crush? He’d read about adults doing such babyish things before, and despite never wanting to admit it, it did pique his curiosity a bit. After all, being more of the type of person to give up control was one of his kinks. “T-that doesn’t sound too bad.” Robert said, trying to mask his uncertainty. “Now you can try to do a counter spin if you really want to, but just keep in mind, if you do and it lands on you again, the ante is upped. Three times in a row, and…” “And…?” Robert asked. “...I don’t want to spoil the surprise!” “Mmm, I don’t like surprises too much.” Robert said quietly. “Ohhh, but you promised! And besides, I told you if it gets to be too much, you can just say the word, and we can call it a night.” “That I did.” Robert sighed, unable to conceal his concern. “Here, why don’t we just do a few practice rounds by playing the old school way first?” Chloe suggested. “Maybe it’ll help break the ice a bit?” “That sounds good to me.” “Good! This’ll be slightly different from the baby bottle. So, if the beer bottle points to anywhere towards your side of the circle, you get kissed. If you spin it and it lands on yourself, then the other person gets to kiss you! It’s a win-win, right?” Robert nodded, and with that, Chloe cleared the other bottles out of the way, setting the empty beer bottle on the hardwood floor directly in the center of the circled formed by their legs, and gave it a good spin. The bottle spun wildly for a few moments, before coming to a crawl, its neck pointing directly at Robert. “Ohh, lucky first spin, huh?” Chloe winked, before breaking the circle, kneeling towards Robert and leaning in for a kiss. Fear took over Robert as Chloe got closer, followed by confusion, followed by the realization that this was happening. Chloe closed her eyes, her intoxicating perfume entering Robert’s nostrils, before leaning in further and kissing Robert lightly. Robert closed his eyes and followed suit, kissing her back, feeling a wave of pleasure and ease overcome him. He heard Chloe softly let out an, “Mmmm,” before they parted lips, leaving Robert with a very goofy smile on his face. “Something told me you were a good kisser, Robert.” Chloe giggled. “How was that?” “Um, pretty amazing, actually.” he replied with a shy giggle. “Awww, good. And there go your cheeks again! All red!” she teased, pinching his cheeks before forming her half of the circle once more. “H-hey.” Robert said, clearly flustered. “Awww, is someone getting fussy? Maybe we should end the game?” “Fat chance.” Robert retorted, taking the bottle and spinning it hard, this time pointing to Chloe when it came to rest. Feeling much less anxious and much more confident, Robert leaned in and gave Chloe a bigger kiss, feeling rather surprised when Chloe’s hands gently grabbed the back of his head and stroked his hair. “Mmmm, goodness! You’re a damn good kisser!” Chloe said as the two ended the second kiss. “Thank you!” Robert replied. “There’s the gentleman again!” The two smiled and giggled a bit, before Robert got back into a sitting position. The game continued on this way three more times, and it indeed broke the ice, the two growing more comfortable with kissing each other. This was like a dream for Robert, and he hoped he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon! He felt much more relaxed around Chloe and about how the rest of the night would go (although he was still curious to know what would happen with the baby bottle if he lost). It was no different for Chloe, though she secretly grew impatient and wanted to hurry the next part of the game up. Sure, the kissing really turned her on, but she was ready to test Robert’s limits. She quickly took the empty beer bottle and set it aside, before reaching over and grabbing the baby bottle, setting it on its side, the rubber nipple pointing right where their feet met to make it fair. “You ready for this, Robert?” Chloe asked with a hint of seduction in her voice. She sounds really into this! Play it cool, Robert. There’s nobody else here. He thought to himself before nodding quickly. “You spin first this time, Robert.” His hand shook a little bit before taking hold of the baby bottle, giving it a hard spin and looking at it intently, as if to will it to spin and land on Chloe. Round and round and round, it went, Robert biting his lip in anticipation. There’s no way it would land on him on the first spin! It was a fifty-fifty shot! It did in fact, land on Robert first. His heart sunk as he saw it, and Chloe clapped her hands. “Awww, wooks wike Wobert has to drink from the baba!” Chloe said in a sing-song fashion, making Robert blush helplessly. “Y-yeahh, yeah,” he said with a giggle, trying to hide his embarrassment, “do I just, like, pick it up and drink from it, or…?” “Nice try! I probably should’ve added that the ‘with a little help’ part is the other person’s choice. I mean, you could always spin again and try to get out of it.” Chloe suggested, practically eager to see Robert lose. “N-nah, it was a poor spin. I’ll um, I’ll be a good sport.” “Okay then,” Chloe said, picking the bottle up and patting her legs, “c’mere.” “W-wait, what?” Robert blushed hard. “C’mere! I’m going to help you. These things are tricky, you know.” “O-okay. Do I just, I mean,” Robert stammered, inching closer towards Chloe, surprised when she turned him around and gently pulled him back towards her, his back and head resting in the crook of her shoulder, “like this?” “Like this.” Chloe repeated with a nod. She quietly held the baby bottle, bringing it up to Robert’s mouth, poking his lips a little with the rubber nipple before positioning the bottle at an angle to make drinking it easier. With some hesitation, Robert opened his mouth, accepting the bottle, his cheeks burning red as he felt Chloe’s other hand gently hug his chest. “There you go,” Chloe said quietly, “drink it alllll up. Just relax and enjoy it. Who cares if it’s silly? It’s just us, and we’re having fun, right?” Robert, practically mesmerised by Chloe’s soft tones, nodded, beginning to drink from the bottle. The way she held him, the way she held the bottle, the way she spoke to him as he drank, made him feel so...relaxed, so safe. It was actually kind of nice! And still, he felt his face burn. Chloe kept a watchful eye on Robert’s physical response. He was leaning into her with no sign of tension or stress, and those adorable red cheeks didn’t help any! Chloe smiled down at Robert the entire time, and when his eyes met hers, they closed slightly, indicating he was happy. Perhaps he would be a good match for her, after all! It didn’t take long for Robert to finish the bottle, to which Chloe set it aside and helped him sit back up. She turned him around, but before sending him back to his side of the circle, she leaned in and gave him a much deeper kiss than from their first game. “Awww, good job, finishing your bottle!” Chloe said. “Do you need to be burped, too?” “N-no thanks.” Robert blushed with a giggle, already feeling a little guilty for liking the bottle-feeding but not wanting to give himself away. “Okay,” Chloe shrugged before unscrewing the bottle’s nipple and filling the container with more beer, “maybe next time.” “Pshh, if there is a next time!” Robert argued, hoping the tables would be turned! “Your turn to spin.” Chloe nodded, screwing the rubber nipple back onto the bottle, setting it down, and spinning it. This time, it landed on her. “Aha!” Robert exclaimed. “Yep! Landed on me!” Chloe laughed. “You wanna feed me, or should I do it myself?” “You can do it yourself.” Robert replied. “Okay!” With that, Chloe unscrewed the baby bottle’s top, before taking a few quick swigs of the beer, giggling as she filled it up once more and put the rubber nipple back on. “H-hey! That’s-” “-not cheating. Remember, Chloe’s List of Rules!” she smirked. Damn it. Robert cursed himself, knowing he’d been tricked. “I’ll let it slide…” “And you better slide over here to kiss me.” He did just that, making his way over and giving Chloe a kiss equally as satisfying as the one she’d given him. Bending rules aside, this game wasn’t so bad, after all! “Alright, your spin!” With a confident smile, Robert took the bottle and spun it as close to Chloe’s style as possible, knowing there’d be no way it would land on him again. It did, resulting in a fit of giggles from Chloe. “Poor Robert,” she cooed, causing Robert’s cheeks to turn beet red again, “this just isn’t your game, huh? Now, come here.” To Chloe’s surprise, Robert placed the bottle back in its starting position, his hand ready to spin again. “Ohh, you’re quite brave! You know, if you lose-” Chloe started. “-No way I’m gonna lose. My luck has to turn around! It always does.” Robert said, unaware of the deeper hole he was digging himself into. “Your call.” Chloe smiled before biting her lip. With a nod, Robert spun it once more, the bottle spinning round and round, this time in a counterclockwise rotation. Again, it landed on him, his heart sinking even further. Chloe could barely contain her excitement. She knew if he didn’t spin again, she’d tease him quite a bit more, this time adding a burping and spanking. However, if Robert chose to spin one more time, she’d go much further beyond that. “W-well.” Robert stammered again. “Awwww, it’s okay. You wanna try again? Either that or I can feed you again, but this time, I’m gonna pat your back and bottom until you get all those nasty bubbles out.” This made Robert blush even more than before, the mere thought of being treated so babyishly by such a beautiful woman making him feel so helpless and out of control. “You can always try one more time! All it needs to do is land on me and you’re in the clear!” Chloe encouraged, hoping to influence Robert’s decision. “B-but the third spin. What does it do if it lands on me?” Robert asked sheepishly. “Well, this is where I’m anticipating you’re going to back out. But,” Chloe leaned in a bit further, “if it lands on your three times in a row, drinking from a baby bottle will seem like a cakewalk, because that means you have to on an adventure with me tonight.” “L-like out somewhere, or….?” “Not quite. But, people in the past have always backed out at this point, and I don’t blame you if you do as well. Still, there’s always that chance that it won’t land on you.” Robert had a general idea of what the third strike would entail, his kinky mind already playing imaginary scenarios in his head. It was clear that Chloe loved being in control, but what kind of adventure did she want with him? Would she really take it that far? And with his luck, wouldn’t it be better to just accept phase two of the game and move on? But no, something in his mind yearned for this, the curiosity tugging at his brain. He had to know, but at the same time, knew there was the chance that it wouldn’t get to that point. “A-and...if it does land on me for the third time, I can, um, still back out if it’s too much?” Robert asked shyly. “You can.” Never having been one to take these types of chances before, Robert shakily took the bottle, set it into position, spun it hard, and bit his lip, torn between wanting to get out of the entire thing and wanting to know what Chloe had in store for him if he lost. He heard the friction between the bottle and the floor, getting less and less audible with each spin, until there was silence. Robert’s eyes widened when he saw that the baby bottle was pointed directly at him. This was it. He’d lost. “Hmm, well. This just made things interesting.” Chloe said, smiling from ear to ear. “Y-yeah. Am I, like, your slave for the night or something?” “Or something. I told you you’d have to go on an adventure with me, right?” Robert nodded, watching as Chloe moved closer to him, until she was within whispering range. She leaned in and whispered into his left ear. “Well, this is going to be an adventure in babysitting.” “Y-you mean…” Robert whispered back, blushing. “Such a smart boy! If you want to continue this with me tonight, I can promise you that you won’t be forced to do anything you don’t want. Just say the word, whether it’s now or any time throughout the night, and we can stop and pretend nothing ever happened. But I think you’re cute, and I think you just might like what I have planned, so if you want to continue, just say the phrase, ‘yes, mommy.’” There was a brief pause, Robert swallowing hard before choosing whether to venture further into the rabbit hole than he ever thought possible. With a trembling lip and a big blush, Robert leaned in, whispering into Chloe’s ear, “yes, mommy.” Chapter 4 “You mean it? You’re not just saying that to impress me?” Chloe asked, looking Robert in the eye. “No! I mean, no, in that I’m not just saying that to impress you. I like you, and tonight’s been fun so far. It’s kinda scary not knowing what to expect, but I trust you.” Robert ranted, getting flustered once more. “Aww, baby’s getting all flustered again.” Chloe cooed. “And babies should trust their mommies, so that’s good!” Robert smiled shyly as he heard this. That soft, teasing talk cut through him, and yet sounded so sweet to his ears. “Yeah. Besides, that’s-” Robert paused, “-that’s kind of how the dynamic between kinky people should be, right? Trusting each other?” “Such a smart little guy!” Chloe gushed, before leaning in to kiss Robert once more. Chloe then got up from the floor, reaching her hand down to help Robert up. “C’mon, Robert. Let’s start the adventure.” Robert said nothing, only nodding as he used Chloe to help himself up. He followed right behind her, down a hallway and to the third door on the left. He was brought into what he assumed was her room. A queen-sized bed, two matching nightstands with lamps, a short but long dresser with mirror, and various pictures and posters filled the room, making it look and feel quite cozy and inviting. “Alright, on the bed you go.” Chloe instructed. Robert complied, lying on the bed and backing up slowly, until only his feet were hanging over the edge. “L-like this?” he asked, hoping he was doing it right. “Just like that! Good job!” Chloe smiled. “Now wait right there! Don’t move that little bottom or Mommy might have to spank.” Keeping still as a stone, Robert followed Chloe with his eyes, watching as she opened a closet and dug around. When she came back into full view, Robert saw a box in her hands. She plopped it down on the edge of the bed, before slowly pulling various items out. The first being a pastel green pacifier, followed by another baby bottle, a stack of what looked to be about six diapers, baby wipes, baby powder, and finally, a large, fuzzy blanket. “There we go. What kind of mommy would I be if I didn’t have the right supplies to take care of baby, hmm?” Chloe asked, setting the box back down, giving Robert a full view of everything that was about to be used on him. “Don’t worry about the blanket, Robert,” Chloe added, “that’s for if I decide we need to change you on the floor.” “Ch-change me? O-ohh…” Robert blushed hard, his heart beating rather quickly as he tried to anticipate what that would be like. Before he could further respond, Chloe picked up the pacifier, then leaned over Robert with a satisfied smile, and kissed him on his lips, cheeks, and forehead, before gently placing the pacifier in his mouth. “Be a good boy and keep this in for Mommy, okay? Can you do that?” “Mhmm…” Robert said, blushing even more as he felt the rubber nipple of the pacifier in his mouth, which made talking near impossible. “Good, good. Now, the first thing we need to do is get you out of those awful grown-up pants, and into something fitting for someone being babysat, don’t you think?” With a grin, Chloe held up one of the diapers, showing it to Robert. Having read about the lifestyle briefly before, Robert knew about the diapers, but had never actually seen one up close. This particular diaper was pretty thick, having just a few cutesy balloons on the front, with the rest of the diaper white as snow. Chloe furthered her teasing by opening the diaper a bit, then placing it in Robert’s hand so he could feel it. It was so very soft, and even more surprising, was that it smelled rather babyish. “Hmmm, this is gonna look so cute on my wittle Wobert, huh?” Chloe cooed, silently gaging Robert’s reaction to everything going on. She didn’t want to overwhelm the poor guy, but she had an itch that needed to be scratched, and judging by Robert’s….excitement...Chloe didn’t sense any discomfort. I think I met my match! Chloe thought to herself with a smile. Still, just to ensure he was okay, Chloe took the diaper out of Robert’s hand, then hovered her face over his, kissing his pacifier before saying, “I’m going to undo your pants and boxers. Is that okay?” Robert nodded shyly, looking into Chloe’s loving but seducing eyes. Something told him that he could trust her, and he had agreed to the game, after all. “Good boy.” Chloe murmured, before kneeling beside Robert, her hands getting to work on unbuckling his belt, followed by unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper. Robert saw that she was struggling to remove his pants and boxers, and despite feeling slightly embarrassed by the fact that she’d be greeted with some obvious excitement, he slightly lifted his bottom so Chloe could easier remove his clothing. “Awww, mommy’s little helper!” Chloe cooed with a smirk, eyeing Robert’s manhood but saying nothing so not to torture him too much. Next, Chloe further opened the thick, babyish adult diaper, and with a little more help from Robert, lifted the man’s legs and slid the diaper beneath his bottom. Robert, too shy and docile to resist, couldn’t believe how comfortable he felt with Chloe doing this, let alone with how comfortable the inside of the diaper felt against his skin! He bit down on his pacifier softly, blushing hard when his legs were lowered. Chloe then softly spread Robert’s legs apart before taking a light hold of his erect member, positioning it so it hopefully wouldn’t be too uncomfortable in the diaper. Next, she very slowly folded up the diaper, making sure to quietly rip the tapes on each side, taking her time to tape up the left side first, followed by the right side. The front of the diaper did nothing to hide Robert’s excitement, making him blush from behind his pacifier. With a smile, Chloe rubbed her hands over the diaper, making sure it was on snug and that there was no potential for leaks. She then patted the bottom of the diaper, making Robert shiver softly. “How’s that, my little baby? Is baby comfy in his diapee?” Chloe beamed, the look on her face clearly giving away the fact that she was very turned on by the man in a thick diaper that lay before her. Instead of simply nodding this time, the now embarrassed (but very comfortable and excited) Robert leaned up and kissed Chloe on the cheek with his pacifier still in mouth, blushing very hard but still wanting to show her he was okay. This only made Chloe gush even more. “Awwwwwww, yay! I’m so glad! Such a good baby for his first diaper!” Chloe sang, before sitting Robert up and pulling him into a big hug, making sure to pat the back of his diaper. This made Robert blush harder, if that was possible, and he put his arms around Chloe in return. He could hear Chloe’s breathing and feel her composure, giving away that she found this very exciting, and the front of Robert’s diaper gave him away as well. “Now,” Chloe said, “my baby’s all cute and comfy in his diaper. But, I think we need to get him his baba again. No beer this time, though. How does some iced tea sound, little baby? Hmm?” Chloe asked. “Yes, please.” Robert tried to speak from behind the pacifier, muffled due to its size. This made Chloe giggle and smirk, and she told him she’d be right back, grabbing the baby bottle off the bed and hurrying down to the kitchen. She was no doubt very turned on by this whole ordeal, but wanted to relish the moment. Her previous encounters with men when it came to exploring this side of her always led them to play the tough guy role, or their discomfort would clearly give away the fact that they weren’t into it. Robert, on the other hand, despite looking very shy (and sexy in his new diaper), seemed to fit the role perfectly. His quiet nature and the fact that he’d said he was a bit kinky made this all the more fun. That, and he hadn’t backed out yet! Would he, however, when it would be time to use his diapers? She wasn’t sure, but hoped for the best. Coming back down the hallway, baby bottle full of iced tea, Chloe hummed as she saw Robert still sitting up in her bed. The adorable diapered man hadn’t moved an inch! “You know, I wasn’t sure if you’d be one of those types to just question everything and think you could do whatever you wanted. But nooo, not you,” Chloe cooed as she sat with her back against the headboard, “you are being such a good little boy, and I can’t get over it!” Robert shyly looked away, smiling from behind his pacifier as he felt yet another wave of embarrassment and excitement flow through him. It didn’t help when Chloe patted her lap, motining for him to come over to her. Although he wasn’t that far away from her, Robert got on his knees and scooted his way over to Chloe, who then put her hand on his diapered bottom and gave it a firm pat before sitting the diapered man across her lap. His head was in the crook of her shoulder, with his legs and diapered bottom lying horizontally across Chloe’s lap. Chloe made sure Robert was comfortable, before taking the pacifier out of his mouth, making sure to kiss him quite a few more times. She was without a doubt wet from the experience, but Robert wouldn’t be able to tell, given the diaper he was wearing. Still, Robert’s tented diaper showed he was still very much turned on as well. Chloe held Robert close, before bringing the baby bottle up to his lips, as she had before. Robert accepted the baby bottle with a blush, beginning to suck as he shyly looked up at the smiling Chloe. “Awww, Mommy has such a good baby boy.” She cooed, her free hand making its way to Robert’s diaper, rubbing and patting, alternating from the front of the diaper to the back. Robert reacted accordingly; the front of his diaper being patted made him shiver and arch his back ever softly, while the bottom pats caused him to wiggle, all while keeping the baby bottle in his mouth. It didn’t take long for him to finish the bottle, either, resulting in even more embarrassing praise from Chloe. “Awww, good job! That’s two bottles in such a short period of time, baby! Now, mommy needs you to do something for me.” Chloe winked, before gently moving Robert over. She quickly removed her shirt, followed by her bra, Robert doing his best not to look so not to be disrespectful. This only made Chloe giggle, as it wasn’t long before her bare, ample bosom was in plain sight. Robert bit his lip, Chloe giggling more and smirking seductively. Her nipples were hard; a clear indication this was turning her on even more. “Now, baby,” Chloe said quietly, “I need you to suckle from Mommy, but don’t bite.” Robert nodded, the bulge in his diaper pressing hard as he blushed. Chloe again pulled Robert into her lap, this time holding up her left breast to help guide her nipple to Robert’s mouth. “There’s no milk, but Mommy wants her baby to make her feel good.” Chloe explained. Robert’s lips shook before he closed his eyes, and latched onto her nipple, suckling ever slowly. With each suckle, his tongue found its way dancing across Chloe’s erect nipple, eliciting a moan from the woman. This made Chloe stroke the back of Robert’s head quite frantically, as her other hand alternated between long rubs and pats right at the bottom of his diaper, making sure her palm or fingertips teased Robert’s bulge and balls. She knew there was a chance that he’d cum his diapers quickly, but was also pleasantly surprised to see that he hadn’t quite yet. Chloe moaned with each and every suckle and lick of her nipple, her breathing getting heavier as she spoke between breaths, “Mmm, you’re making Mommy so wet right now. Such a good, diapered boy I have.” This only made Robert more bothered and hot, causing him to suckle a little faster. Chloe made sure to alternate between breasts, so she could feel pleasure from both sides, and Robert was far from disappointing. She truly felt that she’d found the perfect fit. She paused for a moment, quietly having Robert move over for a bit, so she could undo her own pants. Yanking them down, she could feel the wetness from her arousal on her panties, and she made sure that Robert could feel it, too, gently taking his hand and pressing it against her. This made Robert arch his back again, shivering hard. “Hehe,” Chloe giggled, “someone’s awful excited.” “Mmm, uh huh.” Robert quietly moaned, nodding. Chloe pulled the man back into her lap, this time very slyly moving her hand to the inside of Robert’s diaper, teasing his rock hard erection and balls with her nails. The front of his diaper shook ever slightly with each tease, making Chloe smirk even more. As Robert got back into the rhythmic suckling of Chloe’s breast, it wasn’t long before he started feeling the drinks he’d had throughout the night, slowly tease his bladder. No, not now! He thought to himself, trying his best not to let it interrupt his pleasure. And yet, it did, as the more he thought about it, the more difficult it was for him to stay hard. Chloe caught on rather quickly. “What’s wrong, baby? Is...is this too much?” she asked innocently, pretending not to know what was wrong. “N-no, it isn’t that. This is...this is strangely satisfying. But, I kind of have to….um…” Robert stammered. “What? You have to what? Tell Mommy.” Chloe encouraged. “Use the bathroom.” Robert said with a big blush, almost ashamed that their fun was being ruined because of the need for a bathroom break. Surely Chloe would let him take a quick break to relieve himself. “Ohhh,” Chloe giggled, “well, you did have lots to drink tonight. But, babies don’t use bathrooms, do they?” “You-you mean…?” Robert blushed further, not knowing if he had the willpower to willingly use a diaper, not to mention, there was no way that wouldn’t ruin the evening! “Oh, yes. Nothing is more embarrassing and exciting than watching someone trying to be a big, strong adult, helplessly use a diaper like a little baby.” Chloe murmured. “I don’t know if I can just use it.” Robert admitted sheepishly. “Is that so? Hmmm, what ever shall we do?” Chloe pouted playfully, before sitting Robert up and positioning him so his back was leaning into her chest. She spread his legs slightly, cuddling him close and resting her head on his. “Maybe Mommy ought to help her baby, huh?” “Y-yes, Chl-” “-ah, ah, ah!” “-Mommy.” “Good boy! Now, you just relax here with Mommy.” Robert nodded, and he found himself snuggled into Chloe. As he looked over, he could only see her smile, as her hands slowly found their way to his shirt, pulling it up softly. Chloe then used her nails to gently scritch at Robert’s chest and tummy, and down to his legs and diaper, making him giggle and wiggle quite a bit. “H-hey! S-stop!” Robert said between giggles, shifting uncomfortably. “Uh ohhh, I knew it! Wittle Wobert is ticklish, isn’t he?” “C-come on, that’s not fa- he, he, he!” he giggled back, fidgeting quite hard. “He is! All those drinks are gonna end up right in your diaper!” Chloe cooed, giggling as she relentlessly tickled him more. Robert didn’t do anything to potentially hurt Chloe, but he did flail a bit and wiggle lots, biting his lip in an effort to fight the increasing urge to relieve his bladder. He opened and closed his legs as well, giving himself away. “P-please, I can’t, I’m gonna…” “You’re gonna pee your diaper, baby,” Chloe leaned in and whispered, holding Robert close with one hand, as her other hand moved to the front of his diaper and gave it a few firm presses, “just let go and wet your diaper for Mommy.” Robert tried one last ditch effort to not give in, but Chloe then cupped his diaper in her free hand, pressing a bit harder on his manhood. This made Robert gasp, and before he knew it, he was doing the unthinkable: he was wetting his diaper, in front of his crush, Chloe, with her hand right there on his diaper. He got very quiet, almost letting out a little whimper as he began wetting the diaper, feeling terribly embarrassed and surprised. “Shhhh,you’re doing so good, baby,” Chloe encouraged even more, “just let it all go into your diaper for me. Wet that diaper, and...mmmm, Mommy feels it getting so wet and warm!” Chloe breathed hard into Robert’s ear, shushing him and calming him down, her hand staying firmly planted on his diapered crotch, feeling the diaper filling up. Robert, on the other hand, turned his head, hiding his face in Chloe’s chest as he felt the rest of his bladder betray him. When it was over, he felt the warmth of his now pee-filled diaper pressed up against his skin, with Chloe’s hand gently rubbing and even patting it, making a small “thud” sound with each pat. “All done, baby boy?” Chloe whispered. “Y-yes, mommy.” Robert said very shyly. “You okay?” “I-I think so.” “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” “It’s just so new to me…” Robert admitted. “....this really turns you on?” “Oh, yes, it does, baby.” Chloe smiled, “and judging by how you’re feeling down there, I think it’s turning you on, too.” Chloe kissed Robert’s neck, giving him a little nibble as both of her hands moved to his diaper, rubbing and patting a bit faster. She was right, too; Robert felt his member spring back to life, quickly pressing back up to the front of the diaper, begging for relief. Maybe it was her soft cooing, or maybe it was her gentle hands pressing this warm and squishy fabric against him. Quite frankly, he couldn’t exactly tell, and he didn’t care. The soft pats and rubs continued, but not long before Chloe added a little more fervence to her hand movements, the soft, squishy diaper further encasing Robert’s member, giving his arousal nowhere to hide. “Now, you’re being such a good baby boy,” Chloe spoke softly, kissing Robert’s neck, cheek, and lips before continuing, “what does the baby want to do now, hmm?” “I want…” Robert paused, feeling a little silly saying what it was that he actually wanted. I want to cum! His mind screamed. “Go on, tell Mommy.” Chloe pressed. “I want to cum, Mommy.” Robert admitted, losing himself in the moment and listening to Chloe’s sweet voice. “Ohhh, is that so?” Chloe teased, gently motioning for Robert to scoot down the bed a little bit. This time, instead of leaning against the headboard, Chloe got on her knees, and leaned directly over Robert’s face, her breasts dangling right above him. He bit his lip as his diaper got even bulkier in the front. He was going to explode if he didn’t get some relief soon! “Well, you’ve already wet your diapers, and I’m gonna change you, anyway,” Chloe licked her lips, “and being that you’ve been such a good boy so far, how about Mommy helps you with that, too?” Help him? Help him how? Was she going to let him finish mid-change? Were they going to have sex after she cleaned him up? Robert instinctively nodded, still trying to guess what Chloe had in mind. “Good. Now, I’m going to let my wet, diapered little man suckle on Mommy again, and then I want you to fill that diaper with all that naughty stuff, okay?” “W-wait, wh-” Robert tried to ask, but was quickly greeted with Chloe’s right breast. He closed his eyes and latched on once more, suckling and licking, causing Chloe to moan. Chloe took Robert’s hand again, sliding it beneath her panties so he could again feel just how dripping wet she was. Suddenly, Chloe’s hands got to work. She reached out towards Robert’s tented, warm and wet diaper, and gently took hold of the plastic, using her nails and fingers to gently squeeze, scratch, and pat. Robert instinctively suckled faster, his back arching quite a bit and his feet curling up. “Hmmmm, yes,” Chloe gasped between moans, “just relax and make that special mess for Mommy, right in your diaper. Don’t hold back, little boy. I want it so nice and full so I can change you.” Robert moaned from beneath Chloe’s nipple, sucking even faster when he felt her other hand slide into his diaper, teasing his erect member from both sides now. Chloe upped her game a bit more, as she softly took her hand that was outside of the diaper, and lightly patted Robert’s diapered balls and dick, almost in a very playful spanking motion. This sent Robert over the edge. He moaned faster, his breathing and heartbeat going crazy. “C’mon, baby. Fill your diaper for Mommy. Mess it real good.” Chloe moaned, taking her hand out from beneath the diaper and now using both to firmly hold his member, feeling Robert arch his back one final time as he came. His diaper wiggled softly during his orgasm, Robert whispering, “Oh, my God…” over and over again as he finished. The man was spent, never having done something so unusual (and unusually sexy!) ever in his life. Chloe looked more relaxed than before as well, her breathing also a bit heavy as she giggled and sunk down, sidling next to Robert and cuddling him close. “Did you like that?” she whispered. “I, I can’t even explain….what...was that? That was freaking amazing.” Robert huffed, smiling over at Chloe, before realizing something. “Oh, what about you? I mean, did you like that?” “Oh, yeah, I definitely did.” Chloe smiled before kissing Robert’s cheek, the two resting their heads on one another’s. “I can honestly say that this was probably the hottest I’ve ever gotten trying this before.” “Really? You’re not just saying that?” Robert asked shyly. “Really. I told you, most guys backed out...that, or they just weren’t into it. But you? You’ve never done this before?” “This? No. I mean, I’ve read a bit about it, and I’ll admit, it intrigued me. But I never really tried it.” Robert explained. “Well, you are amazing at it.” Chloe said with a kiss. “Good.” Robert said, the two catching their breaths for a few moments. “Um, so, should I take this diaper off now, or…?” “You could,” Chloe giggled, “or we can continue this into the rest of the night, and maybe tomorrow if you’re not too busy. I can change the baby’s wet and messy diaper, and we can explore some more together. Or you could take it off and head home. Although, I would really enjoy it if you stayed.” “I’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow, and honestly, I’m very curious about this. I’ve never experienced this before.” “So, whaddya say?” Chloe asked. Robert looked Chloe dead in the eyes, and with a big smile and blush, asked, “May I please get a diaper change, Mommy?” The two giggled and kissed each other, before Chloe started to get up to get the supplies. She wasn’t going to tell Robert what else she wanted to explore with him, but something told her he’d be all for it. Chapter 5 “Hmmm, a diaper change, huh?” Chloe purred, giggling, scooting back down towards Robert with the diaper, wipes, and powder in hand. “Yes, Mommy.” Robert nodded. “I don’t know...what did you do in your diaper that you need me to change it, hmm? Tell Mommy.” She clearly knew what Robert had done, but wouldn’t be satisfied until she heard him tell her (in a most likely shy manner) what he did. She wanted him to beg for it, and she wanted to embarrass the adorable guy a little more. “I, um,” Robert’s face turned red once more, as he slowly continued, “I wet and c-came in my diaper, Mommy.” “Mhmm. You couldn’t control yourself, could you, my little baby? You just filled that diaper up for Mommy, huh?” “Y-yes.” Robert nodded shyly. “Guess I have to check it first. Then we’ll see if you really need a change.” Chloe smirked before setting the changing supplies next to Robert, whose diaper clearly looked like it was wet, judging by the front. Still, she checked his diaper in various ways, starting first by placing her hand along the front of the diaper, giving it a few light presses and pats. “Ohhh my, you really wet your diaper, huh? Such a good job!” Chloe sang, her smile widening as Robert nodded and blushed even harder. Robert wiggled excitedly, feeling so embarrassed and yet safe and relaxed at the same time. He wiggled a bit more when he felt Chloe’s hand continue to run along his diaper, slowly reaching towards the bottom of it. He blushed even harder when Chloe gently rolled him onto his stomach, the wet diaper pressing against him once more. Robert then felt Chloe pull on the back of his diapered waistband, peeking in with a, “Hmmmm,” followed by some more pats and presses to his diapered bottom. Clearly, she knew he hadn’t messed his diaper in that way, but this must have been part of her game, because Robert then heard Chloe make a few sniffing sounds, and felt her gently press her nose to the back of his diaper. “Nope, no stinky diaper.” Chloe giggled, rolling Robert onto his back once more before spreading his legs and kneeling between them. She seemingly towered over Robert, face to face with his swollen diaper. With big smile and a look of great pleasure in her eyes, Chloe placed one hand on Robert’s diaper, as the other took hold of the top left tape. “Now, time to change baby’s diaper.” She giggled, very slowly ripping the tape. The first tape ripping echoed throughout the bedroom, making Robert’s cheeks burn a little more. He wondered if Chloe would speed up the process any, but no; she took her sweet time, ripping each tape nice and slow until they were all undone. Chloe then carefully took hold of the front of the used diaper, and slowly opened it, as if revealing a big surprise. “Ohhhhh my,” Chloe tsked and smirked, “look at how much baby Wobert used his diapee.” Robert wiggled, his eyes darting around the room, occasionally stopping to look up at Chloe. He’d never been in such a vulnerable position before; lying on top of a diaper he’d wet and orgasmed into, with a beautiful woman kneeling before him and cooing at him. “Hehe, it’s okay, baby. That’s why Mommy is here: to change your diaper!” Chloe then grabbed a few baby wipes from the pack, warming them in her hand gently before getting to work on Robert’s upper legs and sides, then working her way to his crotch and manhood. She took her sweet time there, too, making sure he was all nice and clean, “so he didn’t get a diaper rash”, as she put it. The feeling of the wipes made Robert’s member quietly stir from its slumber once more, eliciting another smirk from Chloe. When she finished wiping him clean, Chloe put the used wipes into the wet diaper, then instructed Robert to lift up, sliding the diaper out from under him. She then grabbed more wipes, and with his legs still in the air, got to work on wiping his bottom until she felt it was clean. Setting his legs back down, Chloe then rolled up the used diaper into a bit of a ball, using the tapes to keep it in place. For added effect, Chloe then held up the diaper, which clearly drooped and sagged as she made sure Robert could see it, using her other hand to bounce it in her palm lightly. “Look at this diaper! Goodness! Good thing Mommy’s changing you, huh?” Robert again nodded silently, suckling his pacifier even more. Chloe set the diaper aside, then got to work opening the new one, making sure Robert watched her unfolding it and shaking it out until it was ready to be slid under his bottom. Robert lifted his legs with a blush and giggle, giving Chloe ease of access in sliding it under his bottom. She positioned it just right, letting Robert’s legs back down, then grabbed the baby powder and twisted open the cap. “Last part, baby boy.” Chloe cooed, before sprinkling plenty of powder into Robert’s diaper, onto his bottom, and all over his member and balls. She then rubbed the baby powder in, nice and slow, back and forth, making sure it was coated evenly on Robert’s skin. It felt amazing to Robert, who was too relaxed to even blush or wiggle. His member occasionally twitched, but Chloe just giggled at this, and continued her work. Finally, she folded the front of the diaper up, taping up the left side of the diaper, followed by the right. Once finished, she ran her fingers along the leg gathers to make sure there wouldn’t be any leaks, then patted the front of Robert’s diaper, before turning him on his side and patting his bottom. Robert let out a small “eep,” then giggled a bit as well, feeling an overwhelming sense of bliss. “There we go,” Chloe sang, “all nice and clean.” Chloe quickly got up and tossed the wet diaper into a plastic bag, tying it up before putting it in her bathroom garbage, then returned to Robert, who immediately put his arms around her, hugging her affectionately with a big, happy sigh. “Thank you, Mommy…” Robert smiled, nuzzling Chloe’s neck. “Awwwwwwwww, you’re welcome! Now, is someone tired? We can snuggle up in bed, we can stay up, we can do whatever my little prince wants.” “Mmm, snuggling up in bed sounds nice.” Robert said, as it had been a long day and a very eventful night. Chloe nodded, setting the rest of the supplies onto her floor before pulling back the covers of her bed. She motioned for Robert to get under the covers, before sliding in herself. Then, pulling the covers over both of them, she kept one hand on Robert’s cheek, caressing him softly and kissing his forehead, as the other hand stayed around his diapered bottom, patting it rhythmically, practically entrancing the yawning Robert to sleep. “Hmmm,” Robert smiled, kissing Chloe on her lips and cheeks a few times, “this was...amazing.” “Agreed,” Chloe smiled, “we can continue this in the morning, too.” “Mhmm.” Robert sighed happily, his voice giving away that he was falling fast asleep. “Good baby. And that diaper better be wet before we get out of bed.” The two held onto each other, falling asleep with Chloe’s hand resting on Robert’s diaper, cuddled close and warm. Chapter 6 Robert’s eyes slowly opened, peeking out Chloe’s bedroom window to see that it was morning. What time was it, though? He turned to his side, only to be greeted by an audible crinkle: the diaper around his waist. He’d almost forgotten! With a smile, Robert turned back towards Chloe, snuggling up with her. Chloe let out a sleepy groan in response, her eyes fluttering before she woke up. When she saw Robert, she smiled and held him close, kissing his forehead. “Good morning.” she whispered. “Morning,” Robert quietly replied, “how did you sleep?” “Hmmmm, good. It’s not every day I get to cuddle with someone so comfortably. How about you?” “Well, considering what I’m wearing, like a baby.” Robert smirked while stretching, making Chloe laugh. “And I slept very good.” Chloe smiled and gave Robert’s diaper a few pats. She hadn’t forgotten what she told him about wetting his diaper before they got out of bed that morning. Robert, on the other hand, having been too tired to really remember her last words. After a few wiggles and more cuddling, Robert gently sat up and stretched once more, beginning to get up. “Where do you think you’re going, mister?” Chloe smirked, still under the covers. “I just need to stretch and move around a bit.” “You sure you want to do that right now?” “Of course I’m sure,” Robert chuckled, standing up and letting out a big yawn, “why wouldn’t I?” “Because, Mommy told her baby his diaper better be wet before he got out of bed this morning. Is my baby’s diaper wet?” Robert’s heart sunk once more. Of course it wasn’t wet. Not having worn a diaper in many years up until the previous night, wetting one wasn’t something he could simply just do. “Ummm, n-no.” Robert sighed, fearing the worst. What would Chloe do? Would she yell at him? Spank him? Robert hated making mistakes or doing anything that would potentially negatively impact the people around him. “Come back into bed and let Mommy check that diaper.” Chloe patted the bed before beginning to sit up. Robert nodded shyly, looking quite upset with himself as he sat back down next to Chloe. Once seated, Chloe used her hands to investigate and check Robert’s diaper, patting and rubbing the front softly, digging her fingers into the waistband and leg gathers. Still, she saw how upset Robert looked, and tried to comfort him a bit. “Hey, it’s okay, baby,” Chloe kissed his cheek, “you didn’t know any better. Maybe you even forgot. But, I will have to punish my baby a bit.” “P-punish? W-w-what does that entail? I’m, um, not big into pain.” Robert stammered. “Relax,” Chloe shushed, “I’ll be gentle. But first….we need that diaper wet.” Not wanting to further upset Chloe, Robert nodded and wasn’t sure exactly how Chloe wanted him positioned. He was a bit surprised when she pulled him into a cradling position in her lap, for he was obviously too big to fit. And yet, she made it work. While the seat of his diaper was mostly between her legs, he partially hung over the side of her legs, as Chloe held his body close to her, with his head on her chest. “Now,” Chloe said quietly, her hand just resting gently on Robert’s diaper, “just relax.” “Yes, Mommy.” Robert responded, feeling rather comforted by the position he was in. It took some time and a bit of mind over matter, but leaning into Chloe and softly blushing, Robert did what he had done the night before, opening his legs ever slowly as he relieved his bladder right into the waiting diaper. Chloe looked him square in the eyes again, her one hand stroking his cheek as the other stayed on his diaper, feeling the warmth spread rather quickly. He was going to have a wet diaper for sure, one that Chloe would soon be spanking. Chloe grinned as she felt the diaper getting even fuller and warmer, kissing Robert’s forehead before saying, “Hmmm, someone really had to wet, huh?” Robert could only nod, sighing and relaxing as he finished. The diaper showed no sign of leaking, but the front and bottom did start to sag ever slightly as the outside showed visible signs that it was wet. Chloe nodded her head in approval, kissing Robert once more. “Great job, baby boy,” she cooed, before gently positioning Robert over her knees, his diapered butt sticking out, “now, baby must be spanked for not following Mommy’s orders last night. Robert blushed, his eyes widening, actually growing more nervous. Would she pull his diaper down and spank him hard? He gulped, frantically looking around. From the corner of his eye, he saw Chloe’s hand go up. Closing his eyes hard and wincing before contact was even made, Robert braced himself for what he thought would surely be a- Thud. He felt Chloe’s hand make contact with his diapered bottom, the sound of a partial crinkle and a partial squish filling the room. It didn’t hurt, and actually felt kind of nice. “You naughty boy,” Chloe gently scolded, that loving sweetness never leaving her tone, “I know someone’s a bit potty shy, but you need to listen to Mommy.” Thud! This time, the force of the spanking got a little more noticeable. Again, it didn’t hurt, but Robert felt it, and it was definitely embarrassing! He blushed hard, letting out a, “Yes, Mommy. I’m sorry.” Chloe nodded, giving him a few more spanks, making sure that for a few, she pushed the diaper against his skin. The movement of Robert’s diaper against Chloe’s knees actually felt pretty good, making Robert blush and bite his lip, even turning him on a bit. Chloe would notice this pretty soon. She did, but this didn’t stop her from spanking the diapered man over her knee! She continued as such, giving him roughly 30 spanks before gently rubbing his back and diapered bottom. Sitting him up, she looked at him and kissed his nose. “Sorry I had to do that, baby boy, but Mommy sometimes needs to teach her baby a lesson when he doesn’t listen.” Robert nodded, blushing and kissing Chloe in return to show her he was okay. The front of his diaper looked a little bulky, but Chloe didn’t seem to take any mind to it at the moment. Leaning in to whisper, Chloe kissed Robert’s cheek and said, “Was that okay?” “It was...hot…” Robert admitted shyly, giggling as he felt silly saying that, Chloe clapped her hands together and smiled. Robert assumed she would then be changing his diaper, but he said nothing, instead, looking into Chloe’s eyes and watching her cheeks turn a little red. She looked a little shy herself, something Robert really hadn’t seen from her once since they started their little game. “Are you okay?” Robert asked in return. “Yeah, just...I’m happy you’ve been enjoying this with me so far, and that you stayed the night to explore some more. But…” Chloe paused, hesitant to finish her thought. “But what?” Robert cocked his head sideways, trying to figure out what was making Chloe so shy. “Well, I’m wondering if,” Chloe stammered, “and you don’t have to agree and I won’t get mad or upset if this is too weird for you….but, if you’d maybe wanna try the full diaper experience.” Chloe’s face turned a little red, gently using her hand to reach over and pat the back of Robert’s diaper. “The full diaper exp-ohhhhhh.” Robert blushed. Did that really turn her on? And could he do that? Sure, Robert didn’t have any trouble with his bowel movements, typically going once a day or every other day, but to do so in a diaper? “Yeah,” Chloe said, “it’s something I’m into. And I know this is the first time you’ve ever done anything like this, so I don’t want to pressure you into anything. But as you’re probably finding out, I am very turned on by grown men helplessly doing this kind of thing and letting me take care of them. And again, everyone in the past has backed out before we even got past the initial diapering. But, I’ve always wanted to just hold someone close as they fill the back of their diaper up, comforting them. And you blush so, so easily. Still, I totally understand if you don’t want to do this.” Hearing the excitement in Chloe’s voice and watching her body glow as she simply talked about what she wanted Robert to do made him blush and stir. Maybe he wouldn’t like it, but maybe he would. After all, he’d already wet and came in a diaper in front of Chloe, and he liked those experiences, especially since Chloe was so comforting about it. “Hmmmm…” Robert thought. He did have to use the bathroom soon, after all. He just wasn’t sure if he’d be able to simply do it in front of Chloe just like that. “I mean, I want to try it,” he admitted shyly,” but I haven’t done anything like that since I was very little. I’ve already tried everything else, right? I might just need some help relaxing.” “Really?” Chloe asked, her eyes lighting up. “S-sure, Chlo-I mean, Mommy.” Robert giggled. “You’re absolutely positive?” “I am.” “Do you...do you have to mess right now?” Chloe asked with a smile. “Umm, probably soon. Maybe some coffee will help. It does that to me, sometimes.” Robert blushed. Chloe leaned forward and kissed Robert on the cheek, hugging him before saying, “You’re the best ever.” She then quickly got up and left the room, looking back to say with a wink, “I’m gonna get us some coffee.” Robert nodded, wondering what he’d just agreed to. Not in a million years did he ever think he’d agree to something this kinky, but he also never thought he’d actually get to spend the night and morning with his crush, either. He poked at his wet diaper, blushing as it still felt warm against his skin. His stomach slowly stirred, giving him the indication that he would have to poop pretty soon. It wasn’t long before Chloe returned with two mugs of coffee. She couldn’t put the coffee in a bottle since it was so hot, she explained. The two sat on the bed, waiting for their coffee to cool off a bit, before finally taking sips of it. They sat comfortably next to each other, Chloe leaning her head on Robert’s shoulder, and Robert kissing Chloe occasionally between sips. “This is so great.” Robert smiled. “Glad I’m not the only one who thinks so! I hope you know, too, that I’m definitely okay with us hanging out more. Like I don’t want it to just be about what we’re doing now.” Robert smiled even more. “That’s good to know,” he said, “because I’ve had a crush on you for a while.” “Oh, I knew you did. But look! You came out of your shell and admitted it outright!” Chloe exclaimed. “T-that I did!” Robert said awkwardly, giggling shyly. “Good job, sweetie!” “Thank you!” They kissed each other before going back to their coffee, Robert finishing his with a few big gulps. When they were both done, Chloe took their mugs and set them on her night stand, turning back to Robert and cuddling with him some more. Not too much was said for some time, both enjoying one another’s company, occasionally kissing and giggling and changing cuddling styles. About 25 minutes later, just as Robert had indicated, the coffee indeed began working its way through him. He’d always known that coffee made most people have to urinate rather quickly after drinking it, but for him, it tended to affect both his bladder and his bowels. Most of the time, it was something that gave him plenty of time to get to a bathroom. Other times, it went through him like a flash flood, forcing him to hurry along to a bathroom. In this particular instance, it was somewhere right between the two. Robert’s stomach grumbled a bit, making some odd noises as it always did when letting him know something big was coming. Robert blushed, as apparently Chloe could even hear his stomach, making her giggle and go, “Ohh, my! What’s happening, baby?” “It does this every time.” Robert explained with red cheeks and a shy chuckle. “I see. Are you still okay?” “Umm, yes, but, I think it’s gonna happen soon.” Robert blushed even more, not sure how he would mess while being cuddled that way. Chloe seemed to take note of his discomfort, as she whispered, “It’s okay. I said I’d help you, right?” Robert nodded sheepishly, before Chloe smiled and continued, “If you need to sit a certain way, that’s fine. And please, don’t rush. Take your time.” With another shy nod, Robert did just that, quietly getting on the floor in a crouching/squatting position, his cheeks even redder. He really didn’t know how long it would take for him to mess his diaper, especially since he was being watched. And yet, Chloe again realized this, and soon knelt in front of Robert, positioning herself so she appeared to be a little taller than her was, before pulling him into a big hug, positioning his head onto her shoulder. Robert then felt her hands slowly moving along his back, until one made it to the back of his diaper, very slowly rubbing and patting it. “Baby, Mommy is so proud of you for being so brave. I know it’s scary, but you’re making Mommy so happy. Just close your eyes, relax, and push that mess right out into your diaper for me.” Chloe whispered, her hand methodically patting Robert’s diaper even more. Adding to his comfort, Chloe then gave Robert a few gentle squeezes, hoping to add just a little bit of pressure to his stomach to help him along. Keeping his head on Chloe’s shoulder, Robert closed his eyes, listening to the near hypnotic words from Chloe, his diapered bottom sticking out thanks to the squatting position he was in. He did indeed feel more relaxed than ever, and slowly but surely, nature started taking its course. Robert let out the tiniest of strained grunts, mostly as a means of helping him overcome what he’d been trained to do in a toilet for nearly his entire life. This only made Chloe more turned on, squeezing Robert a little more and continuing her cutesy talk. “Uh ohh, I hear baby’s little grunts,” Chloe cooed, “is someone about to mess their diaper for Mommy? Hmm?” “Y-yes, Mommy.” Robert quietly replied. “Tell Mommy what you’re about to do, little baby.” “I’m about to mess my diaper, Mommy.” Robert almost felt consumed at that point, as if something was taking over his actions and speech. “Good! Now mess your diaper for Mommy! Leave me a big, big messy present to check and clean up!” Chloe cooed even more, her hand out staying on Robert’s diapered butt. And that was all it took. Robert felt his mess slowly make its way into the back of his diaper. It no doubt felt a little strange at first, but, with Chloe’s gentle cooing and praising, and with her hand directly on the seat of his diaper, he couldn’t lie: it was again pretty exhilarating. “Good baby.” Chloe purred, her nipples growing erect as her breathing got heavy. Robert could only stay in place for a bit longer, and finally knelt down as he felt the last of the mess fill his diaper. These must have been pretty good diapers that Chloe bought, because, while he could slowly start to smell what he’d done, it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Still, he could feel the diaper sag quite a bit, and he quietly whispered to Chloe, “A-all done, Mommy.” This made Chloe praise her diapered guest even more, telling him over and over again what a good boy he was, and how happy and excited he was making her. It only became more apparent when Chloe did yet another diaper check, first feeling, grabbing, and patting the front of Robert’s diaper with a smirk, before going behind Robert to get a good look at his messy diapered bottom. She sniffed the air a bit, watching Robert’s face get redder as she did so, then quietly pulled at the back of the diaper’s waistband to peek in. “Such a messy diaper! Goodness!” She teased, letting the waistband go before gently moving her hand along Robert’s diapered behind. She didn’t pat or squeeze it just yet, but her teasing and cooing and checking oddly turned Robert on once again. He bit his lip, nodding as Chloe kept stating what he had done in his diaper, the front of it getting bulkier as it had the night before. When Chloe saw this, she licked her lips softly, before leaning in and saying, “Awww, does someone like this?” “Y-yes, Mommy.” Robert stammered, blushing and biting his lip harder. With that response, Chloe moved the palm of her hand from the back of Robert’s diaper, to the front of it, making sure he felt it against his skin. The mess spread slightly, but Robert didn’t care; it felt amazing, making him shiver in pleasure. Chloe did this a few more times, her panties dripping wet from being so turned on. “Guess we should change baby’s diaper and get him all taken care of, huh?” Chloe sang, to which Robert nodded once more. “Can’t leave him in his icky diaper for too long! And everyone knows a baby can’t change his own diaper!” Robert nodded in agreement, as even though the full diaper was turning him on, his member ached for relief. “I think you need to ask for...no, beg for it, baby.” Chloe commanded. Now completely vulnerable and out of his shell once and for all, Robert did just that, looking Chloe in the eyes with a huge blush, and asking, “Mommy, please change my full diaper and take care of me. Please?” Chloe bit her own lip, feeling a warmth of pleasure flow through her. She made him ask again, this time getting closer. “Please, I wet and messed my diaper like Mommy asked, and I need her to change me and take care of me.” Chloe grabbed the blanket that she’d shown Robert from the night before, laying it out on the floor. After all, this was a messy diaper and she had to take the necessary precautions. She motioned for Robert to lie on his back, to which he did, shivering and blushing as he felt the messy diaper press against him more. Chloe then knelt closer to Robert, laying out all of the diaper changing supplies. Suddenly, she leaned in towards Robert’s face. “Mommy will take care of her baby boy’s full diaper and his little...ahem...problem down there in a little bit. But, Mommy needs baby to take care of her first…” “Okay.” Robert said quietly, watching and blushing as Chloe removed her panties, completely naked before him. “Finger or tongue?” Chloe whispered, guiding Robert’s hand to her clit, letting him feel how wet and turned on she was. Robert was familiar with both means of pleasuring a woman, and had been told he was pretty good at both in the past. “What does Mommy prefer?” he smirked. “I think both feel great in their own way, but I do prefer the tongue.” “Tongue it is.” Robert smiled, making Chloe smirk herself, before she positioned herself over Robert’s face, sitting down gently. She guided his mouth to her most sensitive area, until she quietly moaned, “Lick.” Robert did just that, his own member still quite hard, as his tongue swirled and danced around wildly. Each movement of his tongue made Chloe moan even louder, as her hips slowly moved in motion with Robert. Her hips moved even faster, her moans louder, until, after a few long licks, Chloe sighed, gently moving away from Robert’s face and sitting on his chest, catching her breath. “Mmmm, you’re just full of surprises, huh?” she giggled, making Robert smile. Robert felt content, even confident, that he was able to satisfy Chloe. She’d been doing the same for him since the night before, and it made him happy knowing he could return the favor. After a few more moments of smiling and kissing each other, Chloe declared, “Now, it’s time for baby Robert’s diaper change!” And she did just that, making sure to once again slowly untape Robert’s very wet and messy diaper, giggling as his member sprang to life once she opened it. The smell didn’t really bother her, even though it made Robert blush. Chloe kept teasing him as she carefully lifted his legs and cleaned him up, telling Robert, “We might go through all these wipes with this messy diaper you made me!” The two were in sync with one another, Robert keeping his legs in the air as Chloe pulled the dirty diaper out, placing all of the used wipes in it before rolling and taping it up. Once she was satisfied that Robert was wiped clean, she paid extra attention to his member with a few baby wipes, making sure to stroke up and down his shaft and balls, smirking as this made Robert stir quite a bit. She wrapped his shaft in the baby wipes, stroking a bit more as her other hand remained on his balls, massaging gently. Robert’s hips moved along with Chloe’s movements, biting his lip and smiling down at her. “Good boy, just relax.” Chloe smiled, briefly pausing to grab a fresh diaper, opening it up and sliding it under Robert. She didn’t close it up right away this time, however. Instead, she continued grabbing a hold of Robert’s shaft, stroking faster as she held the front of the diaper up. “I want baby to make his special mess right here for Mommy. The diaper will catch it all, okay? Go on, baby.” Chloe cooed. “Go on and make one more big mess for Mommy!” Chloe continued her gentle cooing and encouragement, as her stroking increased in speed and length. After just a few moments, Robert felt himself get ready to cum, his hands clenching just as he was about to do so. Chloe saw this and quickly wrapped the diaper around Robert’s member, stroking up and down slowly, even patting the diaper as she felt Robert release. The man relaxed after a few seconds of this, leaning back and whispering, “Ohhh, God,” with a big smile. Chloe giggled at this, letting him catch his breath before cleaning off whatever mess he made with more baby wipes, before sidling up to him and cuddling close. The two stayed this way for quite some time. Breaking the silence, Chloe looked over at Robert and asked, “So? What did you think?” “That was inexplicably hot.” Robert chuckled. “But, I will admit...messing may take some getting used to.” “Understandable,” Chloe agreed, “and you know I will help with that in any way I can. You know...pats, cuddles…..laxatives….maybe an enema.” Robert looked at her with a shy smile, to which Chloe replied, “Hey, you said you were kinky.” “That I did. We can try it one day.” “Good. And,” Chloe paused, kissing Robert on the lips, “thank you for trying this with me. Nobody has tried it to this point before.” “Well thank you for introducing it to me.” Robert kissed back. “Hmm, touche. Whaddya say we have some breakfast?” “Breakfast sounds great.” “It does, huh?” Chloe winked. “Yeah. Maybe we can go grab lunch or dinner later, too, if you’re not too busy.” “That sounds wonderful.” The two cuddled just a bit longer, before getting up from the floor, disposing of the dirty diapers, getting dressed, and making their way to the kitchen. It would surely be a weekend to remember!

Author's note: It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, that's partly because I've been writing for Cushy Pen for the last 14 months, but the bigger part is because I went back to work full-time in November last year, so it's been all I could do to generate my minimum contribution there, never mind anywhere else. Nonetheless, this was a short I published last September, so it's clear of the exclusivity period and I can now post it here. Hope you enjoy! You Know You Deserved It 7:45am Mommy Tina sat quietly and sipped coffee as little Janet fumbled her way through her morning cereal. Janet sat there in her booster, naked but for a bib and last night's very wet diaper, the anticipation of what was coming completely overwhelming her, but still she did her best to be neat and tidy as possible. Mommy didn't like her making messes on "school days" like this, and she didn't want Mommy to be upset today. "Now you make sure and be a good girl today at school, get all your work done, so I don't have to hear any bad reports from your teachers," Mommy scolded. "School" was her job as a paralegal at Mayfair, Flowers, and Tarkenton. Mommy used to be a lawyer there, until she left to join the ACLU, so she still maintained friendships with Janet's bosses – the "teachers" in question. Not to mention, Mommy Maryanne was a partner there. Hence, if the twenty-five-year-old missed a deadline or fouled up a research assignment, Mommy Tina was first to know. Janet carefully chewed and swallowed her mouthful before she responded, "Yes Mommy." Speaking with a mouthful of food was definitely not acceptable behavior for a little lady, and Mommy was always chiding her when she did un-lady-like things. Except during playtime. Playtime was Janet's chance to just let loose and be as little and as silly as she wanted, and Mommy never punished her for it. Well, other than an occasional sit in the Naughty Chair for being fussy or throwing a tantrum. But throwing tantrums was fun too, especially after a bad day at School. But today was different. Mommy was quiet, and so was Janet, and Janet was on pins and needles about what was coming tonight. As beautiful and spacious as their 1-bedroom apartment at Thomas Circle was, Mommy said there wasn't room for what needed to be done here, and Janet knew she deserved it. Mommy had been counting up the incidents for weeks before, and once Janet crossed the threshold, what was to come was cast in stone. Janet shuddered as she considered it. That Mommy decreed it was going to happen at Black Rose, DC's most high-profile BDSM club, instead of here at home simultaneously thrilled and terrified her. She spooned up the last of her Lucky Charms, and Mommy smiled, rising to her feet. "Good girl. No messes. We need Mommy's help getting dressed today?" Mommy set the bowl aside and lifted the tray, then hoisted Janet out of her seat and stood her on the floor. "Umm..." Janet really wanted Mommy to dress her, but she wasn't sure. Would Mommy be happier if she started playing at Big Girl now, or... "Mommy's help it is!" The quandary was moot; Mommy latched on to her hand and tugged her down the hall. Mommy rarely gave her time to mull that answer. Either she was confidently feeling big, or Mommy treated her little. Staggering in her swollen diaper, Janet joyed over Mommy making the choice for her. Adulting was hard, letting Mommy take care of her was easy. A fresh, clean girls' Goodnite, a crisp white blouse, black knit wool skirt, hose, and stylish black heels later, Janet was feeling very big-girl indeed. Mommy tied her hair into a smart ponytail and did her makeup for her, and Janet was very careful to sit still through the process. Her last incident being fidgety while Mommy was doing her hair and makeup got her a sharp swat with the paddle, something she definitely did not want this morning. "There we go. Now, Mommy needs to get ready, and Janet needs to get her head right for adulting now, so I suggest we go sit and watch the news for a while, okay?" "Yes Mommy." Even though the instruction was toward readjusting out of littlespace, Mommy was Mommy in private company, no matter how big or little Janet felt, and accidentally calling her Tina at home had much more dire consequences than letting slip a "Mommy" in public, as embarrassing as that could be. She straightened up and mustered her most dignified stride, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the living room. She sat on the end of the couch, carefully turning both legs the same direction, and reached for the remote. Inside, adult Janet was shouting down the giggling toddler-girl who just thought the whole exercise was silly. She hit the power button on the remote. The screen lit up. It was still on Cartoon Network from the night before. She stifled a giggle; Dexter's Laboratory was starting. Changing the channel to CNBC was a monumental effort of will, but Mommy had issued the order, and Mommy would be cross if that order wasn't followed. Squawk Box was on. Boring stuff about Wall Street. She pouted a bit, Dexter would be way more fun and interesting than this. "Big girl, Janet! Big girl!" she muttered under her breath. She focused on the screen. Texaco stock down, profits pinched by continued slumping fuel demands. Kimberly Clark stocks up as Huggies brand announces new Disney character designs on the entire product line. Janet unconsciously wiggled in her Tinkerbell Goodnite, delighting in the subtle crinkle... Ugh! Focus! Biotech stocks on the slide, consumer backlash against expensive prescription drugs driving bearish forecasts. Time Warner up, earnings outperformed projections thanks in large part to success of the Turner Broadcasting group's revamp of... the Cartoon Network morning lineup. "Dammit!" she whisper-shouted. Mommy expected her to be focused and ready for work by the time she was finished getting herself ready, but the distractions were everywhere today, especially in anticipation of what was coming tonight. "Dammit, dammit, dammit, Janet, pull yourself together!" Work. That's it. Need to focus on what was coming at work. Big case involving a patent troll suing one of their clients, she was sure to have a pile of research work on her desk related to that. And the SEC charges against their other big one, god, that was a huge, sprawling mess. Good grief, she was sure to be busy nonstop today. Probably have to work through lunch to avoid having to go in for overtime tomorrow. That'd be horrible, missing Saturday morning cartoons and... "NO NO NO!" she squeaked. Right at that moment, Mommy's heels announced her exit from the bathroom. "Someone having a little trouble?" Mommy stepped over to the kitchen counter and looked approvingly at the TV, then back down at Janet, who was doing her best not to fidget. Sadly, her best under Mommy's gaze and in this state wasn't much. "I'm trying, Mommy, I am! Even the TV's being mean!" "Come here, baby." Mommy's tone was neutral. Janet fidgeted even more as she stood and walked over, hands in a fig leaf in front of her skirt, head down, wobbling now on the heels she so confidently strode out in just a few minutes ago. "I'm sorry, Mommy. It's hard to adult." Mommy drew her into a hug, reaching down with one hand and patting her bottom. In heels, Janet stood barely five feet tall, and the nine inches of height between the two women always made Mommy's hugs extra comforting, pulling Janet's head easily into her bosom as she embraced her. "Mommy knows how hard it is. Trying to watch business news was a very adult choice. Good girl. What went wrong?" "Well, first they started talking about Huggies diapers, and they showed a clip of the commercial with the little girl with the pull-up on her head and all these pictures of Huggies Disney prints, and then later they talked about Cartoon Network and showed a bunch of clips of my favorite shows, and it just wasn't fair!" "No, it wasn't, was it. Mean old news broadcasters, trying to fuzzy up your head like that. Should I call Nanny, then, so you can be little today?" "No, Mommy! There's too much important stuff to do at school today!" Yes, Janet badly wanted to stay home and be little, especially if she got to spend the day at "Nanny's", also known as Mommy Racquelle's house, but she also wanted to be good. She knew what was coming tonight, and she didn't want to give Mommy Tina any reason to be cross or disappointed or anything else ahead of it. "I have to adult today! I have to!" Mommy released the embrace and grasped her shoulders firmly. "Look at me, Janet." Janet looked up. "It is up to you to be a big girl and go to school and make your teachers happy so Mommy can be proud of you. I know you can do it. You know you can do it. Will you do it, Chamita?" Chamita. The word gave Janet tingles every time Mommy said it. Mommy said it was what her grandmother in Venezuela called her when she visited her house. It meant babygirl, or something like that. When Mommy asked anything of Chamita, the answer was always yes. It had to be yes. Chamita could never refuse her mommy. "Yes, Mommy!" Janet stamped her foot for emphasis. "Good girl. Let's get Chamita to school then, so she can work hard and make Mommy proud." Make Mommy Proud. Yet another little key that unlocked certain secret places in Janet's heart. It was right up there with Good girl. Mommy had given Janet the option long ago to give up working and be little around the clock, her several mommies taking care of her, and as tempting as the offer had been, she knew that Mommy wanted very much for her to continue adulting. And Janet wanted it too. Giving up her job meant Janet would no longer have any control over how big or little any of her mommies treated her, it would become their decision, not hers. And she liked having that choice, even if she more often than not deferred to Mommy Tina, or Mommy Racquelle, or Mommy MaryAnne. It was fun insisting she was a big girl and having one of her mommies ignore her pouty demands and put her in diapers anyway, leaving her to sulk behind her binky in her playpen. But most of all, she lusted after Mommy's praise, and Mommy always praised her for going to School and working hard. Plus, she always looked forward to coming home and being little after a hard day of adulting, and that little joy would go away if she quit her job. So big girl it must be. The pair walked tall together out of the apartment, rode down the elevator, and into the waiting cab Bennie, the doorman, hailed for them just as he did every weekday. 8:50am "Okay, Chamita, be good girl at school for Mommy!" Mommy kissed her cheek and gave her a squeeze. "I will, Mommy," Janet whispered back sheepishly. For as many times as this exchange had happened, Janet had never gotten over being embarrassed about having the strange person driving the cab hear it, wondering about what thoughts were going through his head as he eyed her quizzically in the rearview mirror. She felt the soft blush creep into her face yet again as she hastily opened the door. She and Mommy exchanged waves, as they did every morning. Usually this was the moment where Janet was completely able to get back in big-girl mode, standing in front of the huge tower, three entire floors of which were occupied by her employer. Today was different, though. Today was a much bigger struggle. Today, she had to block it out of her mind, what was coming. Tonight. It was going to happen. She couldn't do anything about it. And she knew she deserved it. She mustered all the big-girl dignity she could and walked through the revolving door into the towering foyer. Again! Again! NO! Think about legal things. Think about precedents and case law and not about how fun it'd be to splash around in the big fountain right next to you! DAMMIT! Her pace quickened toward the elevators. She got there just in time for someone to hold one open for her, and there she was right in the front, in arm's reach of the buttons. She reached out to... Push them all! See the lights all light up! She tapped 7 and quickly pulled her hand away before she could get herself in trouble. Staring straight ahead, she smoothed out the front of her blouse and clasped both hands around her little handbag, trying to at least pretend her nerves weren't already frazzled. Focus, dammit! Focus! The war inside her head raged. She felt like she was chasing a tiny version of herself around a room while the little version was wreaking havoc everywhere. Make Mommy proud, remember? The words were like an elixir. The toddler quieted, and her focus returned, at least long enough for her to exit the elevator and into the sea of cubicles that was the paralegal pool. 11:05am Work had been fast and furious that morning, a never-ending stream of research, delivering briefs, making an occasional low-level client call, but Janet was keeping up with the pace. In fact, it was easier when she was busy, easier to tune out the noise and distractions. She'd been good all morning, even got a compliment from one of the partners about the brief she delivered for a class-action on which he was lead counsel. But right now it was all rushing back. This morning she had been grateful that Mommy put her in a pull-up, because this morning she was still very much in little mode, and she didn't want to be big yet. Now, as she sat in the stall with same pull-up around her knees, staring at the delightful little Tinkerbell designs while she tinkled, all the focus was gone, and it was only sheer force of will that kept her from giggling. She flexed her legs, determined to keep that pull-up from dropping to her ankles, the raw fear of anyone else seeing it the only anchor to "adulting" she had left. She finished and cleaned herself up, then slid the garment quickly back up her thighs. It was a certainty that everyone in this echo chamber could hear the crinkling, that they all knew she was wearing a diaper, that her "big girl" facade was a complete farce. It was as certain as the telltale little yellow stain in the middle, the little tiny dribble she'd left when she got so busy she almost forgot to go potty entirely. It wasn't a big stain, not even enough to feel so much as a swell once the soft padding hugged her girl parts again. But even if she didn't need to call Mommy Racquelle for a change at lunch, she'd see it this afternoon, and any chance she had of claiming big-girl status ahead of tonight's looming event was out the window now. Pee in her panties meant she wasn't ready for big-girl panties, which meant big, thick, crinkly diapers after School and on until bedtime. Part of her wanted to run upstairs and find Mama MaryAnne, tell her about her "accident" and that she wasn't feeling big enough to stay in school today. Janet once playfully called her "Ma" and claimed it was just easier than saying all those M's. While she was scolded severely for it at the time, MaryAnne decided that "Mama" was rather cute, and that became Janet's name for her. Mama would close her office door and give Janet a warm hug before calling Nanny to let her know that Janet would be coming early, and she'd be diapered and have lunch and a nap and be able to play until Mommy came to pick her up. But Mommy would be disappointed if Janet didn't stay in School. That was the last thing she wanted. So she bit her lip, straightened out her skirt, and exited the stall to wash up. Hold it together, Janet! It's only three more hours! You can do this! If anything, it was a mere 15 minutes until her lunch break, so she'd have a chance to gather herself, get refocused. After that it was just making it to 2:30. That was one of the more embarrassing, yet very pleasant aspects of having one of her mommies working in the same firm. As a partner in the firm, it was easy for Mama to pull strings down in the paralegal pool to accomodate Janet's "special scheduling needs", or more accurately the three women's collective desire to have Janet's schedule look more like that of a kindergartner. Where she went in at 9 and left at 2:30, her co-workers pulled 8 to 5. Her bosses never asked her to stay late, though she was occasionally tapped for Saturdays if the backlog was too deep. It was a compromise struck when Janet first moved in with Mommy, that Nanny get time with their babygirl on a daily basis, since she worked out of her home, and it came with the standing offer for Janet to abandon school altogether and let Nanny take care of her during the day. For Janet, the arrangement was dizzying at times, but she loved each of her Mommies very much, and she sorely missed each of them on the occasions she was deprived of one, like the week Mama spent in Boston, working with one of the firm's top clients on an important project. That was a really bad week for Janet; she tried to go to school on Monday, but knowing Mama wasn't in her office upstairs in case Janet had an accident or just needed a cuddle to get through the day made her nervous, anxious, completely unfocused. She wound up leaving work at lunchtime that day and every other day that week, and it it took nearly all the strings Mama could pull to keep Janet's job when she got back into town. That was the first time the three women spoke seriously about Janet "not being ready for school". After barely convincing them she was perfectly capable, Janet resolved to tough it out at work by whatever means necessary going forward. Janet was definitely in the "whatever means necessary" territory today. The anticipation of tonight's event had been building inside her for over a week, and now it was nearly unbearable, consuming her entire thought process, filling her with anxiety. She was rapidly running out of mental energy, and 2:30 seemed like eons away. 1:55pm Lunch had been no help. The self-imposed diet Janet was on made passing the snack machine an exercise in torment. It wasn't that she was overweight, far from it. It's just that she had picked up enough of a chest to where she could no longer fit comfortably into a girls' XL dress, and Target had this adorable pink one with Frozen characters on it that wasn't available in the girls' plus sizes Mommy usually ordered for her. She made Mommy promise her that if she lost a little weight, she'd get that dress, and she was almost to her goal weight of 95 pounds, and she could nearly fit back into her 32B, which would satisfy Mommy's insistence that she have a little room to fluctuate. Nanny always scolded her for being so skinny, but Nanny was also the most athletically built of the four of them, despite also being the shortest of her Mommies at a mere five feet four. Janet suspected Nanny could probably take either Mommy or Mama over her knee with little effort, whether they resisted or not. The thought made her chuckle, Nanny dropping her powerful hand on Mama's bottom while her impossibly long legs flailed helplessly. Janet just managed to finish the amicus brief she'd been called upon to draft that morning, and as she looked it over one last time, proofreading and error-checking as thoroughly as she could, she cheered herself inside. It was quite good, and she was sure today's "teacher", Mark Ainsworth, would be sending along very a very good report to Mommy. Her toes curled in anticipation as she saved the final copy then forwarded it along to him. Five minutes to go in the shift; perfect timing. She shut down her computer, gathered her purse, and made for the elevators, doing her best to maintain at least a pretense of professionalism when inside she was positively bursting again, toddler girl forcing her way back into her headspace. Normally she'd stop for a bathroom break on the way out, but she was determined to make her exit before she could be delayed by would-be small talkers, or worse be asked to come in tomorrow for extra work. The ride down seemed to take forever, stopping at every floor on the way, and her bladder began to murmur, ever so subtly. Janet had a dilemma now. On one hand, her pull-up was already stained, but there was a chance Nanny would give her a pass on such a tiny little dribble. Of course, it might not matter, Nanny could be in one of her moods, just looking for an excuse to give Janet the full babying treatment when she arrived, which Janet hate-loved and love-hated every time. And as much as Janet wanted to stay big for as long as possible before tonight's event, she also didn't. Being changed out of her big-girl clothes, diapered, and bottle-fed by Nanny, put down for a little nap, and playing in the playpen until Mommy came to pick her up was a positively delightful idea. The elevator finally stopped at the ground floor, and Janet walked out into the lobby completely on autopilot as she wrestled with these thoughts. The fountain finally made her decision for her. As soon as that tinkling sound reached her ears, her body betrayed her, and she blushed deeply, forcing herself to increase her pace and pretend nothing was wrong as her pull-up began to warm and swell between her legs. She had reached the revolving door by the time she was done; it wasn't that big of an accident, but it certainly removed all doubts as to what she'd be wearing shortly. She spotted Nanny's silver BMW sitting at the curb, and all the big-girl thoughts melted away as she jog-walked toward the car. She opened the door and nearly jumped into the seat, landing on the rustly puppy pad Nanny always laid out (just in case) with a gleeful squeak, pulling the door shut gently behind her. Nanny was very strict about slamming the door, and if Janet was going to spend the afternoon being little, she wanted it to be as pleasant an experience as possible. "Well hello to you too, cutey!" Nanny smiled as Janet's thumb found her way to her mouth. "I see someone is geared up for a little afternoon." Janet nodded her head fiercely and giggled. Nanny lifted Janet's skirt, which normally would have sent the smaller woman into a fierce blush, but "little" Janet only ever cared about modesty in the presence of strangers. Behind Nanny's dark tinted windows, the rest of the world ceased to exist. "Looks like someone had an accident today." Nanny's sing-song voice was scolding, but playfully so. Still yet, Janet felt the need to defend herself, thumb in her mouth or not. "Vat jus' happem, Nanny! Da foun'n made me do i'!" Nanny's made contact with the front. "Hmmm. Feels pretty warm. You sure we didn't have any other accidents today?" "Um... I had a li'l bribble before..." "I see. Thank you for being honest, sweetie. Let's get you home and changed before you wind up with a rash." Nanny watched for an opening, then scooted into traffic. "Are we excited about tonight?" The anxiety rose back up in Janet, and she dropped her thumb into her lap. "I'm scared, Nanny." "Oh I bet, you poor thing. This is your first time going to the Rose, isn't it?" "Uh-huh." "Well, how about Nanny fix you a nice bottle of chocolate milk when we get home, help you relax a little and take your mind off it?" "No chocolate, Nanny! My diet!" "Oh for heaven's sake!" Nanny rolled her eyes. "If you lose any more weight, I'll be able to put a harness on you and fly you like a kite in the park!" "Nuh-uh! Mommy's gonna get me the dress with Elsa and Anna and Olaf on it! I've only got a couple more pounds to go!" Her thumb found its way back into her mouth as Janet's thoughts wandered off to the animated movie with the silly snowman in it. "Good lord, you and that silly movie. Well, Nanny got a package in today with your name on it!" "Wa wuv in i'?" "Well I guess we're going to find out in a few minutes, aren't we?" "No fair!" Janet pouted behind her thumb. "No fair what? I only opened one of them, the one I ordered for you. The other one is as much a mystery to me as it is to you!" "Who wuv i' from?" "I'm not sure, it didn't have a name on it, but the return address was from Chicago, so that might solve part of the mystery." Janet's eyes got wide as she remembered the glorious two weeks she spent at "little camp" with her friends from the Chicago Ageplayers crew in May. And the even more glorious week she spent when she got home being constantly doted on and spoiled rotten by all three of her Mommies after them missing her "SO MUCH", as they told her day and night. She wondered who of her little friends sent her a package and why and what could possibly be in it! Or maybe it was another invitation! No, Nanny wouldn't have called it a "package" if it was just a letter. Mysterious indeed! Nanny let out a chuckle, breaking Janet's concentration. "Hey silly goose, we're home!" Janet looked out the windshield in disbelief. There indeed was Nanny's townhouse in Georgetown, a huge step up from Mommy's condo in the city. But that was a whole other reason Janet was determined to keep working, because she and Mommy were saving to buy a place like this. Janet's little paralegal salary at the law firm wasn't a ton of money, but it was enough to pay a lot of peripheral bills, leaving Mommy free to invest a huge amount of her paycheck. Another year or two and they'd be ready to live in a wonderful spot like this. Maybe even in the same neighborhood as Nanny. Then she'd get more time with both of them, and Mama too, as she lived just a few minutes away in an even nicer complex than this. "Are we coming in, or do we need Nanny to carry us?" Nanny snapped her back to reality again, this time a little sterner than her playful rib. "Sorry Nanny." Her thumb dropped out of her mouth, and she took Nanny's hand and stepped out of the open car door. "Our little head is just full of thoughts today, isn't it?" Nanny said, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder as she closed the car and locked it with her keyfob. "I guess so..." "Care to share?" "I was just thinking about your pretty house, and how someday soon Mommy and I are gonna have a pretty house near here too, and then I'll get to see even more of you and Mama, and it made me happy." "Aw, that's going to make your Mama and I very happy too. But you know what will make me happiest right now?" Nanny opened the door and ushered her inside as she spoke. "What?" "A certain babygirl toddling her damp little self up to her room so Nanny can get her properly attired for a fun afternoon together!" Nanny gave her a playful swat on the bottom, and Janet giggled in spite of herself. She kicked off her heels behind the door, glad to be rid of the cumbersome footwear, and dashed up the hardwood steps, stumbling once as her nylon-clad feet betrayed her. "Alright, alright, no need to fall and break your cute little bottom, now!" Nanny laughed as she followed her up the stairs. Janet scampered up to the landing and hooked a left into her favorite little spot in the whole house, Nanny's nursery. Of course, it wasn't a nursery for Nanny, it was for Janet. And it wasn't even entirely Nanny's idea. In fact, she'd only known Nanny for about a month when Mama and Mommy had conspired with Nanny to build it. But it was a magical little place nonetheless, and she'd spent a substantial part of every afternoon for the last six months here, and a fair number of overnights. The tall white crib stood out starkly against the soft lavender walls, as did the changing table across the room from it, with its little stepladder for her to "assume the position" on top. Not that Nanny needed any help; she was strong as a bear, and could easily carry Janet around one-handed when she felt like it. The walk-in closet was filled with clothes far more befitting a girl of four or five; Nanny was obsessed with expanding Janet's little wardrobe, and no doubt there was something new. Nanny was a bit proper, though; she refused to buy anything with cartoon characters or for that matter anything she didn't think befitting of "a little lady". Which meant everything Nanny put her in after School was absurdly girly and more than likely rather short, as it was intended to be worn with leggings, which Nanny never put on her. Too much fuss for playtime, was her constant refrain. And Janet would always complain that if she was to play dress-up, she should be dressed up proper. Then came the inevitable, "Who changes the diapers decides the rest of the underwear." Today was no different. Janet dutifully stripped away her skirt and blouse, Nanny arriving just as she started to wrestle down her pantyhose. She stumbled and fell backward on her squishy bottom with a squeak, and Nanny just laughed. "We needing some help?" "No, Nanny, you just startled me." Janet managed to get one leg free of the stretchy nightmare before Nanny bent over and grabbed the other one, ripping it loose effortlessly. "Honestly, I have no idea why your mommy insists on going to such lengths. Up up!" Nanny patted the vinyl-covered top of the changing table, and Janet quickly made for the ladder and sprawled herself out. Lying here, nearly as far from the floor as she normally stood, in a wet pull-up, made her feel about as little as could be. "Cause I'm 'posed to be a big girl at school, Nanny!" Nanny raised her eyebrow as she tore the sides down on the sodden underwear and began wiping Janet down with a warmed wipe from a tub attached to the table. "Do big girls do this in school?" Nanny dangled it in front of her for emphasis before wrapping it up and tucking it into the diaper genie. "I was on the way out already, and the fountain made me do it! I adulted good! And I worked hard all day!" Janet poked her tongue out in defiance. Nanny reached into her shirt pocket and produced a pacifier, which she tucked into Janet's mouth and went straight back to work. "Alright, sassy girl. Nanny believes you. But we're all done being big today, aren't we?" She wiped the Desitin off her hands as she spoke, and began dusting her with a generous layer of powder. "Mmmhmmm." The anticipation was still a mixed set of emotions for Janet. Big girl was fading fast now, as the sweet smell of the powder reached her nose. When she stepped out of that elevator, she was determined to stay big girl until tonight, but she'd expended so much effort at work trying to stay focused, and the nipple felt so good bouncing on her tongue, and Nanny's strong arm lifting her bottom up... it was hard to care about much of anything right now but being snugged up tight into a thick pink diaper, Nanny's fingers running along the leg elastics to make sure it didn't pinch. Oh, and what video she wanted to watch, since Cartoon Network was pounding that stupid Teen Titan show. Maybe Frozen again. Or Hotel Transylvania. That would be fun. "Are you going to lift your arms up for me, or are you just going to sit there like a silly lump?" Nanny stood there expectently, a lavender bishop dress in hand, two pink butterflies embroidered on the attached white bib. Janet raised her arms, silent but for her suckling and her bottom rustling. Yep, big girl was all the way gone now. Once Nanny had the dress over her head, Janet reached out for her. "Oh, we want to be carried? Well, it's a short ride to the crib," Nanny said as she pulled loose Janet's hair band and went to work on her face with one of the wet-wipes, stripping away the makeup Mommy had carefully applied this morning. "Mmm-mmm!" Janet squeaked. "No nap, Nanny! Movie!" "Your Mommy and Mama and I already discussed it. It's going to be a very late night for you tonight, and we don't want you getting all overtired and emotional. You're taking a nap, and that's all there is to it." "None of my mommies have to take a nap!" Janet crossed her arms and pouted behind her pacifier as Nanny dropped the siderail on her crib. "Your mommies all have to work, including me. In fact, while you're napping, I'll be finishing in a teleconference in my office. Believe you me, I'd rather be having a nap." "Hmmmmph." Janet played it up, but she actually was tired, just from the mental struggle today. Nanny handed her Avvy, her big stuffed unicorn, and hoisted her up with a rustle. Janet couldn't help but giggle as Nanny bounced her on her hip, betraying Janet's efforts at being rebellious, even if it was only passively. Nanny laid her in the crib, and Janet threw back another "Hmmmph," though with less conviction, as she flopped over and showed Nanny her back. Nanny swatted her bottom with a hollow plastic thud. "Sleep, baby. Nanny come get you when it's time to get up." She covered Janet with the throw. "Hmmmph!" Up went the rail, locking in place with a loud click. Such a comforting feeling, being surrounded by bars that came up all the way to her chest even when she was standing up in here. She suckled quietly and sighed. She was so sleepy by the time she realized Nanny had forgotten her bottle that she didn't even care as she slipped into happy little dreams. The next thing she knew, there was a hand on her back, and a soft voice in the room, but it wasn't Nanny's voice. "Hello, Chamita. Time to wake up now and get ready for our big night!" Her eyes popped open. "Mommy!" She flipped over, her pacifier and Avvy tossed aside as she lurched to a sit and looked up. Mommy startled a bit and chuckled. "Hello there, sleepy girl!" Janet was a bit surprised herself. If Mommy was here, then it was already six o'clock! And she hadn't even so much as heard Mommy drop the rail. She reached out with a squeak, and Mommy laughed as she picked her up. "Oh yes, baby, Mommy's happy to see you too!" "Nanny made me go ni-ni! I wanted to watch cartoons!" Janet put her fake pout back on, hoping to buy a little sympathy, or at least a reaction from playing her cute-card. Mommy just gave her diaper a squeeze, which was silly, because she was still dry, though that was probably going to change soon. "Oh yes, mean old Nanny insisted we take a nap, even though it was clear we needed it!" Nanny's laughing voice rang out from the doorway. "And she didn't even give me a ba-ba!" Janet pressed. "Meanie!" "Oh, Nanny!" Mommy gave her a squeeze. "No ba-ba before nap?" "Okay, you got me there. I'm sorry, Jan-Jan, I was distracted by that meeting I had to attend." Nanny stepped aside as Mommy carried her out into the living room. Janet stuck her tongue out at Nanny on the way by, and Nanny laughed and pinched her cheeks. "You're so adorable when you're grumpy, you know that?" "We goin' home for supper, Mommy?" Mommy sat down on the sofa and pulled Janet into her lap. "No, silly. All your party clothes are here, and you don't think Nanny would miss a chance to doll you up for an important outing, do you?" Janet's heart skipped a beat, and big girl came surging back. "Mommy! I can't go out in public in baby clothes!" She buried her face in Mommy's shoulder. "We've been over this, Chamita." Mommy lifted her chin and turned to face her. "You earned what's coming tonight. And you are going to be dressed properly for the occasion." "But Mommy..." "Hush." Mommy's finger went across Janet's lips. "Nanny, could we get a ba-ba over here, help tide her over until we eat later?" Inside Janet was roiling over the prospect. Terror was winning out over thrill. In public. In one of any number of elaborate party dresses Nanny had stashed in the closet. None of which covered her underwear. Would Mommy let her wear tights? Would it even matter if she did? Maybe it would on the way in and out of the car, but once they were inside that imposing place, a place dedicated to bondage and leather and dark things, to discipline of the fiercest kind. What would those people think, when they got a gander at her puffy rearend and her absurd piles of pastel-colored crinoline and satin and her curls and rosy cheeks? She was going to be made a spectacle of, and while the idea excited her when it was first announced, the closer it came to becoming a reality, the more afraid she was of it. She let loose a whimper and curled up tighter in Mommy's lap, her eyes squeezed shut. The crinkle in her bottom was no longer soothing, nor was her bladder emptying itself, swelling her diaper up and warming her thighs. A nipple entered her mouth, and Mommy whispered, "There we go, Chamita. Relax and drink your ba-ba." Those words soothed her. And a pull on the bottle, her mouth filling with chocolate Ovaltine, was exactly what she needed to forget the nightmare brewing in the back of her mind. She suckled eagerly, nuzzling Mommy's chest and letting loose little whimpers of pleasure in between swallows. "Good girl, Chamita. Gooood girl." Janet squirmed and curled her toes. Somewhere in the background, she heard Nanny chuckle. Then there was a shift on the couch, and she felt those strong hands rubbing her feet, thumbs digging firmly but gently into her arches. "Someone needs to relax and stop worrying so much," Nanny scolded. "It'll all be gone in a flash, and you'll be sad it's over before you know it." "And besides," Mommy added, "You know you deserve it." Yes, yes she did deserve it. She earned all of it. And it was nearly time to face it all. By the time Mama arrived, Janet was fully done up. Stark white tights covering what was now a thick, comfy white diaper with a couple of boosters, "So we don't have to worry about changes until it's all done" according to Mommy. Pink patent leather Mary Janes to match her pink-and-white babydoll dress with its puffy short sleeves and Peter Pan collar and satin sash tied into a huge bow in the back, a full crinoline skirt beneath. Nanny assured her that no one would see her well-padded bottom until she bent over, and when Janet stood in front of the mirror in Nanny's bedroom, her hair in curt pigtails with pink barretts securing them, far too much blush on her cheeks, and her pacifier attached with a pink ribbon to her collar, she actually believed it too. There were so many other things rustling on her, surely no one would hear her diaper, and the tights would keep it well secured even if she wet it. "So pretty!" Mama declared as Janet ran to give her a hug. "Are we all ready to go, then? Our car is waiting out front!" Car indeed! Mama had splurged on what looked like a cross between a limo and a giant SUV, which sat right out front of Nanny's condo. In the darkness of the fall evening, her three mommies surrounded her and ushered her into the back seat, where a wonderful sight awaited her – her very own car seat! She squealed as she climbed into it and Mama buckled her in snug with the five-point harness. "Is it ours? Do we get to keep it?" "Well yes we do, though I don't think it'll be of much use in Nanny's car." Mama said with a chuckle. "Oh, so now it's on me to swap out for a truck?" Nanny said. "Puleeeeeeeese Nanny?!" Laughter rose as the vehicle pulled out into traffic. Nanny rolled her eyes. "We'll discuss it more later. Mama needs to start consulting with Nanny before buying new furniture, though!" Janet kicked her legs happily, enjoying this new level of security and childishness she had fantasized about many times. Her three mommies chatted, but Janet was deep into little-space now, their words just a buzz in the background as she stared out the dark-tinted glass and watched the car-headlight fireflies dance to and fro. She suckled her pacifier happily, wishing she'd taken Avvy with her. Having a friend to cuddle would have made this moment absolutely perfect. Stop and go, stop and go, the car wandered through traffic, her mommies laughing and joking in the background somewhere, until it finally stopped one last time and didn't move again. "Time to go, Chamita!" Mommy reached over and released the latch on her harness. Janet's heart clenched. It was time. Right now, it was time. Time to step out, to be exposed in front of strangers on the street. Time to enter the strange place she'd only ever heard stories of, terrible stories. Her eyes darted around the car. Nanny had her handbag over her shoulder, and Janet could see the handle of the paddle that had on rare occasions made contact with her bare bottom. Janet didn't feel so safe anymore. She felt exposed, vulnerable, full of dread and anxiety. She began to tremble as the soother fell from her lips. "I... I can't.... Mommy, I can't!" Her throat began to tighten, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "I wanna go home Mommy! I can't go in there!" The faces of all three women changed, reflecting deep concern. Mommy snatched her up out of the carseat and onto her lap, pulling her close, while Nanny rubbed her leg and Mama her back. "It's okay, Chamita. It's okay. You can do this, I promise. Mommy would never make you do something she didn't think you could do." Other words of encouragement came from Nanny and Mama. Her pacifier was tucked back into her mouth, and Mommy rocked her gently. "Be brave, Jan-Jan," Nanny whispered. "You can do it." "Jan-Jan need a ride?" Mama offered. "No, I know Chamita's strong enough to walk with us, isn't she? Mommy and Nanny and Mama all be right by your side, baby, holding your hands the whole way. You can do it, baby. Look at me, Chamita." Janet looked up into Mommy's eyes. "Say it, Chamita. 'I can do it.'" "I... can do it." Janet didn't really believe it, not all the way. "That's right, you can do it." Mommy squeezed her tight again. "Say it again, Chamita. Mean it this time." Her mommies were all here to keep her safe and protect her and love her, just as they had the entire year since she agreed to become the full-time baby of this little poly family. How could she be afraid now? She trusted them completely. Surely they would not abandon her now. "I can do it." "That's my big brave Chamita! Let's go!" And with that, the car door opened, and out they went. This wasn't a particularly busy area of town for foot traffic, and even though she knew people in cars passing by could see her, those faces didn't mean anything, she couldn't see them. She clutched two hands tightly, and a third one rested on her shoulder as she took trembling steps toward the door. Mama opened it, and in she walked. A tall, dark-haired woman in a leather catsuit stood at a counter across the room, and as she saw Janet, she grinned broadly. "And who is this adorable little thing? I might have to check some ID!" She laughed, and Janet's mommies all laughed with her, though Janet just blushed. "Well this happens to be the belle of this particular ball. Lassetter party?" Mama spoke coolly and confidently as she reached forward to shake the woman's hand. "Right through that door," the woman replied. Got a good turnout for this one. Have fun cutie!" Right... through... the door. They were here, now. No turning back. Mommy gave her a pat on the bottom and whispered, "Go ahead, Chamita." Janet steeled herself. She stood up straight, took a breath, and marched toward the door, pushing it open and nearly stumbling on the staircase on the other side. Nanny caught her arm as she regained her balance and surveyed the scene. There was no evidence of any of the horrible things Janet had heard about. A huge sign greeted her overhead, "Happy First Birthday, Jan-Jan!" it declared. And suddenly the room noticed her as well. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" they all shouted, breaking into raucous applause. She spotted Tracy from the CAP crew, and her heart soared. One by one her little friends from so many play-parties and visits and overnights came into vision, and she squealed with joy. There were balloons everywhere, and a ball pit, and littles and their mommies and daddies filling the room. This dark place had been fully converted into a little princess' birthday ball. She turned back toward her now grinning mommies. "I... I was so scared! I... heard so much..." "Silly girl!" Mama said, pulling her into a hug. "This was the only place I could find that would host a birthday party for a big little girl like you!" "Oh, thank you, Mommy! Thank you Nanny! Thank you Mama! I love you!" She reached out to them all, and they surrounded her in a huge embrace. "Oh little Chamita, you know you deserved it." She did deserve it. She was a good girl, and she had the best mommies a little girl could ever dream of. Full of happy thoughts and love, she turned and dashed down the stairs and straight into the fray, just like a little girl at her very first little-girl party. The paddle? Oh yes, she did catch the paddle later that night. Right before she cut the cake, Nanny got one good shot on her very padded bottom. Her "birthday spanking". By the end of the night, Janet was positively giddy at the idea of having a second birthday party. But only if she deserved it...

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I'm a Libertarian "small government" kinda guy and I strongly support any state or local government willing to provide protections for the LGBT community that goes above and beyond what the federal government requires.

For me it was a very strange feeling. I had to start wearing them because I was becoming increasingly incontinent and by the end of the day my underwear would be somewhat damp and smelly. I have to be honest and say even that didn't bother me. It had already stirred up my childhood memories from when I used to wet my pants often. The first time I wet my nappy the feeling was strange. I knew I shouldn't be enjoying this but strangely I was. Somehow it felt almost as if it was meant to be.

My first experience was actually kind of a disaster, but it was actually pretty hilarious at the same time. I wasn't originally a DL. I became one after my boyfriend of six months (at the time, now it's years later and we're engaged) first told me about his DL fetish. After he explained how the fetish came to be, and why it feels so good, I couldn't help but be extremely curious. I also had no idea at the time that there are SO MANY different kinds of diapers, and each one has it's own sensation, and often times they are very very different from each other. We had absolutely no idea what my preference would be, so we just went all out. We bought so many different kinds for me to try I honestly can't even remember them all. There were so many we we're running out of places to put them. Sadly, pretty much all of them weren't for me, and although I didn't get much satisfaction out of it, we both laughed quite a bit because, well it was a really fun experiment. I enjoyed the warm sensation, sure. But the rest of the experience just didn't work for me. Eventually I found one that really fit my taste. It ended up being from the Tranquility brand. I was lucky too. It came as a free sample with an order of some other kind of diaper that I no longer remember. I thought it was awful friendly of the fellow ABDL seller on eBay to give us a free sample, which I came to find is pretty common in this community. At first glance I really didn't think I'd like it too much, so I put it off for a while. Eventually when I tried it, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I loved the gel inside, and how it doesn't instantly absorb wetness like a lot of others do. You just kinda sit in the nice warm puddle for a minute, which is very cosey. When it absorbs, the gel stays very wet and warm, and then almost immediately starts to break down. It becomes flexible and... Well it's gel. I discovered that wetting was very different from using water, which was how I started out to try to get used to the idea. Peeing in it has a very different feeling, very smooth and almost oily in comparison. The first time I felt that I literally got chills, and couldn't stop shivering each time I'd run my hand over it. And I adored the thin flexible plastic of the diaper. Makes it very easy to manipulate things in there. Plus the plastic just feels really nice. So you can imagine what happened next. That I think was the first time I felt fireworks, no exaggeration. Then after I was done I just sat in it for the next few hours playing with it. Even though I was finished with it sexually, it still felt good to play with it and move the wet gel around. And from that point on I was completely hooked. Now most of the time I prefer using diapers than not, although I try to keep a healthy appreciation for being without on occasion. Plus it brought me closer to my partner than I've ever been with anyone before. That experience also made things a lot easier for me to find other brands that I liked. That in and of itself was a whole new adventure, both for masterbating purposes and for sex with my partner. And just for comfort purposes too. A certain kind may only work in one of those categories. Plus sometimes I'll add baby oil, or lotion, or powder, or aloe gel, (or more recently oatmeal to simulate messing) and some feel better with certain combinations than others. It's a never-ending treasure hunt. The possibilities are endless. Have fun with your endeavors! I know I did.

For just a three dollars, you can see more stories like this at my Patreon. You can also read up to Part 4 on my Patreon if you pledge today. Also, maybe you'd like a short story? If you pledge five dollars and tell me what you'd like to read,I'll write you a story about any anime or situation you choose https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 Chapter 3: Strange Bedfellows A new round of sobs poured forth from the large bassinet, catching both Mrs. Stadtfeld and Kallen's attention. The giantess happily cooed sweet nothings to Ms. Kōzuki as she bent down and gazed into the bassinet. After a few lines of baby talk, Mrs. Stadtfeld scooped up the bawling baby woman from underneath her armpits, and proceeded to give the tiny woman Eskimo kisses. Kallen's jaw would've fallen off if it wasn't attached to her head, she was that shocked to actually see her own mother in such a state. It was one thing to hear Mrs. Statdfeld claim that she had her biological mother as a baby, but to actually see her own mother in this situation: clad in only a thick disposable diaper, imprisoned in this infantile nursery, forced to wear.... diapers. The gravity of the revelation was beyond all words that Kallen's vocabulary contained. Kallen had fought the Britannia's tooth and nail, shed the blood of her enemies, watched her comrades die during attempts by the Royal Army to quell the insurrection, but she could not imagine such a horror as what she currently witnessed. To be denied your culture, forced to hide your nationality from your friends. Well, that was one thing, but to be broken down mentally and forced to abandon your freedom, to adopt the persona of an infant just to satisfy the sick desires of your captors. That simply was beyond comprehension to the young soldier as her body was enveloped by unbridled rage. "What the fuck have you done to my mother?!" Kallen screamed out in pure anger. For a brief instant, the sobs coming from her mother ceased, and Ms. Kōzuki turned her head to face her daughter. Kallen's eyes met her babified mother's gaze, a spark of intelligence flared within those sad eyes and, at that moment, for just an instant, Kallen knew that her mother was still in there. The moment that the mother and daughter shared was ruined by Mrs. Statdfeld's utterance of outrage. "I already told you, young lady. One more outburst like that and you'll lose your voice forever! Do you understand?" Before Kallen could even nod, the dark haired baby woman clutched the blond giantess tightly and sobbed into her shoulder, practically begging her not to take her daughter's voice. Mrs. Statdfeld held Kallen's mother close, kissing her on the top of her head, right in between the adult infant's pigtails. "I know, baby. I know. You don't like arguing, but I have no idea what has gotten into your sister today." This only caused the sobbing to intensify. "Shush, little baby, mommy knows what you need." The giant blond held Kallen's mother with her left arm, cuddling the baby woman close as she used her now free right hand to free her bountiful breasts from the purple dress that could barely contain them. A bit of vile threatened to spill from Kallen's throat, but she swallowed it back down, in disgust. 'There's no way she's going to do what I think she's doing to do.' With skill honed through numerous occasions of feeding, the statuesque step mother juggled Ms. Kōzuki until the women's lips were barely millimeters away from a very engorged nipple. From behind the crib bars, Kallen heard the rhythmic suckling and sat in complete bewilderment as she watched her mother drink from Mrs. Stadtfeld's teat, suckling greedily. Even in this world her mother was such a pushover! 'Why did she not fight back? Did she already get punished for rebelling?' While Kallen struggled to justify why her mom was literally nursing from the woman who had stolen everything's from her, a few pats brought an enormous belch from the oversized infant in Mrs. Stadtfeld's arms. "Aww, that's my girl. You were really hungry, weren't you?" The blond cooed down at her diaper clad adult baby, taking her back to the bassinet. "Let's just put you back into your bed while I tend to your sister." This statement could only mean one thing, the young, feisty soldier realized. 'She wants to breastfeed me!' Kallen grimaced, watching the giant woman closing in on her, each step Mrs. Stadtfeld took caused her breasts to jiggle. The young woman felt trapped in her wooden, infantile cage, frantically looking around for a way to escape, but there was no way out. Time slowed to almost a halt as Kallen turned to see her step mother stand before her, towering above her once more. Mrs. Stadtfeld picked up the Captain of Squad Zero, carrying the young woman towards a chair near a window.“I really need to get a more comfortable chair for this nursery,” Her step mother said, sitting down in the old chair, setting Kallen on her lap with a sickening squelch, the overloaded diaper felt like a pillow that Kallen was sitting on. Well, a pillow filled with poop, the young woman realized with a shudder. Poor Kallen had more pressing problems then the severely soiled disposable strapped to her waist because she was now face to breast so to speak, mere inches away from her step mother's bosom, nipple already leaking slightly. The young rebel had other plans, however. She tried in earnest to wriggle off of the giant's lap, but her pamper made that all but impossible since her butt and legs were practically sinking into the sandbag of crap that the diaper had become. “No, you're not going anywhere." Mrs. Stadtfeld declared sternly. “I have no idea how you got here, but I know you're not my step daughter from this realm." "Wait, you know I'm not supposed to be here?!" "No, you're supposed to be here alright. All Eleven's do, but I knew as soon as you opened your mouth that you could'nt be MY Kallen. I had broken her a long time ago. However, I’ve been waiting for another Little to break and now I have you to bend to my will." Mrs. Stadtfeld cackled sinisterly. "No! You know nothing of my will or what I've done to secure my freedom and the freedom of my country!" Kallen declared, feeling a renewed sense of strenght fuel her resolve. "I told you earlier, you are my little black sheep now, and you are going to behave whether you like it or not. If you refuse to be a good girl, I can make all sorts of hell for you to endure." The blond giantess stopped for a second. "However, I don't want to just take you to the doctors right off the bat. Where's the fun in that? No, I’ll spank you first, and then you'll suck my breasts, worshiping them like you worship the ideals of your lost culture. I bet it’ll hurt your pride a lot more than your ass." “I will not give, I will not falter!" Kallen stated firmly, clad in only her putrid, overweight pamper. In only a matter of seconds, Mrs. Stadtfeld manhandled the smaller woman face first over her lap, diapered ass buldging upwards. The giant frowned, knowing she couldn't just pull down the poop packed pamper and opted to spank the outside of the diaper instead. Kallen was alloted just enough time to process her situation before her step mother gave her bulging bottom the first smack. The muck spread accross her firm cheeks, infiltrating every crevasse due to the force of the slap. As the spanking continued, it was quite obvious that Mrs. Stadtfeld was enjoying every moment of this punishment. True to her word, Kallen didn’t cave, didn't fold. She was thoroughly disgusted and grossed out by the spanking, sure, but she had steeled herself for worse torture than this, for she knew that if she ever was captured, she would be physically tortured. “Oh, yes. This is going to be a lot more fun than I ever could've imagined." Mrs. Stadtfeld grinned, gazing down at the brat across her lap. "Well, let's get you fed, and remember, if you so much as nibble on my teat, I'll rip your teeth out with my bare hands!" Kallen knew that this psychotic bitch meant every word of her threat. She was repositioned, sat in front of the large breasts of her step mother again. The soldier knew that she didn't have much of a choice. After all, she had been forced to wear a dirty diaper, packed with her mother's feces and then spanked. Not only that, but she was basically the size of a toddler, compared to her step mother. So, with a heavy heart and rage filled spirit, she forced herself to submit amd be pushed toward the giant woman’s bare breast. She opened her mouth, certain to keep her teeth away from the pink, engorged nipple as it entered her mouth. All the young soldier could do was sit there, on her step mother's lap, her lips clamped around the enormous woman's nipple. It was awkward, it was degrading and, even though the young woman wanted to get this over with, she couldn't exactly bring herself to start sucking. Her pride prevented her from doing so. Mrs. Stadtfeld sighed, slapping Kallen's thigh, telling her step daughter that it was time to start sucking. Kallen inhaled deeply through her nose and then slowly started suckling, bringing out a few drops of milk which landed on her tongue. It was a strange, complex taste, warm and strangely sweet. The magenta haired woman wasn’t entirely sure of what she had expecting it to taste like. A moan escaped from Mrs. Stadtfeld which repulsed Kallen to her very core. Still, she was a soldier, strengthened through war and this was just another battle for her to endure. She knew that she had the power to get through this, to get it over with as soon as humanly possible. Kallen started slurping on the nipple, trying to draw all of the milk out quickly, she was definitely surprised when the milk gushed into her mouth, like a geyser or spurting hose. Mrs. Stadtfeld held her stepdaughter close, cradling the spitfire. Her large right hand cupped the back of the smaller woman's head as her left hand made it's way to the seat of Kallen's diaper, patting it rapidly, reminding the girl that her dirty disposable wasn't going to be changed anytime soon. Kallen's cheeks flushed even redder as she realized what this must look like: Her sucking from her step mother's tits, wearing only a blown out, hyper messed pamper. Kallen squirmed, her diaper growing warm around her crotch. She tried in vain to stop pissing herself, but it just kept coming, cascading across the ever present mess which had already enveloped her loins.The smell coming from her diaper was absolutely repugnant, causing Kallen to gag as she breathed it in through her nostrils. Mrs. Stadtfeld pulled her away her tit, with a smile, straddling the slightly dazed girl across her knee as she refastened her bra, and buttoned up her shirt. “Did the poor little baby get too much boobie milk?" The giant cooed condescendingly at her step daughter while bouncing her leg a little against Kallen's warm diaper. A few coughs told Mrs. Stadtfeld of what was about to happen. Quickly, the giant grabbed a washcloth, putting it over her shoulder, before she perched Kallen over the rag and slowly started patting the diapered woman's back until a little bit of spit up landed on the cloth. "Shouldn't have drank so fast." Mrs. Stadtfeld smirked. "Now, let's get you girls ready for your walk." CDfm: Well, my client that commissioned this story, he specified such things. Nonetheless, this is a bit more darker than my typical stories.

Yeah, this is pretty much the reason why. Of course, not all of us woman are typical in the manner (obviously lol), but for the vast of vanilla woman - oh yes. the DD/LG lifestyle is WAY more acceptable then the DM/LB lifestyle. Because woman are supposed to be the "subs" and the males are to be the more dominant ones. So, I think it's perhaps a lot easier for ABDL' woman to find partners that are much more accepting and willing to participate in their fetish - then a male wanting to wear diapers and be little (even more so if his partner/wife is more on the submissive side). It's a sad, but true reality, that isn't really going to change. It's not a social construct for the most part, but like Mark said, biological.

Hey everyone! Pudding and I wanted to put out a short holiday story, so here you go. Once again, we have to thank @Selpharia for this one. She gave us a great writing prompt of "very anime and very gay". So welcome to our cute short-story about two girls who meet on their third annual school retreat after a long year apart! This is a one-off, so don't expect more. And I implore everyone to read Of Capes, Cowls, and Cuddles by Selpharia, because it's super elaborate and really cute! PDF and ePub versions of Snowflakes & Sweethearts are already available on Patreon for supporters! ~~~~~ Snowflakes & Sweethearts By: Sophie & Pudding I sat up and looked around the quiet common-room, decorated with sleeping bags and sleeping girls. A dim hue poured through the window, the lights outside reflecting off the falling snowflakes. It was dark and late. If you listened hard enough, the only thing you would hear was the harsh, icy breeze against the side of the lodge. I slipped out of my bed roll and shivered as my feet touched the cold floor. I pulled my bag over my shoulder and left as quietly as I could. "I was wondering when you'd come." I puffed out my cheeks and had flecks of snow on the little bear beanie I wore. I hugged Harumi tightly to steal some of her warmth. and wondered where the year had gone, the time that passed since last we met. This was our third year… the third time we'd met here in the mountains for our school vacation. Always like this; a few fleeting days. My school booked with the resort across the other side of the hill, so meeting meant fifteen minutes of trekking through whatever snow whipped through the air. But Harumi was worth it. Kanako and I met two years ago, on nearly this exact same day at nearly this exact same place. Back then, it wasn't snowing. What snow there was on the ground had been shoveled and it was easy for her to walk over to my lodge. Last year, she wasn't so lucky. This year, it was worse. I brushed the snow off her shoulders, off her hat, and hugged her as tightly as I could, dressed in my long-sleeved button down pajamas. "I missed you so much..." "I missed you, too." I melted in her arms the way the flecks of snow on my fleece jacket melted and put my cheek to hers. We only saw each other once a year, and until one of us could afford otherwise, that would be all it could ever be. "Come on, the tree's set up in the other room!" I took her mittened hand and pulled her through the foyer, dragging snow in with her. And sure enough, in the front lobby, between an abandoned check in desk and a three-story wall of windows, was a giant pine tree decorated in baubles, ornaments, rainbow lights, silver garland, and a bright glowing star. Underneath it, huge gifts were wrapped and tagged for donation. The day before Christmas - next week - they would get sent out to needing families. I fished into my pocket as she let me go in front of the tree. I pulled out the small package, wrapped neatly and elegantly in pink cloth with blue Christmas trees stenciled in the fabric, and held it out with both hands. "Merry Christmas, Harumi..." We'd never gotten each other gifts before, but I wanted to. I remembered her telling me last year how much she'd wanted the soother, and all year I'd remembered it, reminded myself of it, and saved my spare money for it. I looked down at the small box in her hands, then up in her eyes. I... I didn't know what to say. We didn't really do the gift thing last year. And I knew this was our last year together, but I hadn't expected... took the box out of her hands and held it in my own, like it was the most precious thing anyone had given me. And I hadn't even opened it yet. "You gotta open it," she laughed, stripping herself of her coat and mittens. "R-right, yeah." I pulled on the string and unwrapped the fabric, taking out the little paper box. There were no markings on it. So I lifted off the top and looked in. Immediately, I slammed the lid back on top and held it to my chest, looking around the room, at the administration desk, up at the balcony overhead, for anyone that might be watching. My face turned scarlet. Her reactions were so cute, her modesty, her shyness - she was the cutest girl I might ever have met, and I found her immediately charming. The same way I had in the first place when I first met her, when she'd tried to tell me that she didn't need help, despite the fact I'd found her outside under a tree in weather cold enough for snow. "Nobody else is awake, nobody but us." I pouted and looked down at the box again. Nobody is awake, I repeated. So I lifted the lid off again and held up the pacifier. It was pink and white, with hearts on the button, and a tiny white handle. No different than a million other pacifiers, if it weren't for the size. Maybe it was a trick of the Christmas lights shining colors down on us, but it definitely looked... bigger. Appropriate, almost. Wow... "Thank you, Kanako, so much..." I hadn't mentioned wanting one in months, but she remembered. I tucked it into the bag on my shoulder and pulled out a box, wrapped in gold and silver paper, holding it out with both my hands. "I got you something too." We'd never discussed it, never agreed to getting gifts, that we'd both come to the same conclusion was... well, it felt like magic, the sort of sparkling, tingling magic, that only happened at Christmas. I gently pried the tape from the paper with the tip of my nail and let the package open like a flower, a little box just a tad bit smaller the one I'd given her, and inside was a little velvet box. Inside, I was presented with a half heart necklace on chain. And as she swayed left and right and bit her lip, I saw the glimmer of the matching half around her neck. "Beautiful... you're beautiful, it's beautiful..." I took the box out of her hand and set my bag down on the floor next to her coat. She took off her hat and lifted her hair so I could wrap the chain around her neck and clip the half-heart into place. It sat perfectly, dipping low enough that it would hesitate on her shirt when she leaned forward. And before I knew any better, I leaned in and kissed Kanako on the lips. Last year, we'd kissed a bit. This year, I wasn't wasting time. We kissed and it was tender and lovely and I adored the way we did. I adored the way our lips touched, her soft freckles shining like my own private field of stars. Harumi was a beautiful girl, taunted all her life for her half-Irish bloodline from her father that left her skin pale and doll-like and peppered with freckles, but her hair dark black from her Mom’s Japanese heritage. I thought she looked ethereal. "I missed you.." We sat on the couch together, in front of the light of the Christmas tree, with the howling winds on the other side of the glass. We imprisoned in each other's eyes, lost in each other's lips, and incapable of keeping our hands to ourselves. First her cheeks, and her neck. She started with my hips and my sides. The front of her chest. Under my shirt. Then I was on top of her, with my knee between her legs. We'd never come this far, but we were adults now, and might never see each other again after we graduated. Neither of us wanted to wait and risk what might come for the sake of patience. One year, Harumi had mentioned having a boyfriend - I didn't know if that were true or not, but I'd had my share of admirers, too. It didn't make this moment any less ours. "You're beautiful..." I whispered, and smirked up at her with her knee between my thighs. A sharp thud, dull and quiet, broke the silence of the room. I toppled straight off Kanako and landed on the hard floor in front of the tree, echoing the sound. I fumbled as close to the sofa as I could and held my breath. Quietly, through the whistling of the wind, I heard footsteps. I heard a door creak. And then... nothing. I peeked up at Kanako and then the balcony. Nobody was there. Finally, I sighed. "That was scary..." "I wonder what that was... maybe it was Santa Claus." I knew she was looking at me strangely, but for a girl with a soother in her bag I didn't see her having much of a leg to stand on when it came to questioning my adultly nature. She gave me a sly smile and I knew what she was thinking. I stuck out my tongue. "Don't even say it!" I climbed up onto the sofa and reached for my bag. The pacifier was still there. I thought maybe I’d dreamt it up, that it was too good to be true. I slipped it between my lips and sucked softly on the nipple. I wasn't always so accepting of stuff like this: baby stuff. When I first met Kanako, I hated it! I remembered sitting outside in the cold, wrapped up in my winter coat and wet pants, trying not to cry. "I won't say anything, my little Rumi-chan..." I giggled and this time I was the one on top of her, pushing her down into the cushions and running fingers thru her hair. When I stared into her eyes, I did what felt natural and normal: I leaned in to kiss her... on the guard of her soother. Ten minutes, or an hour. I wasn't sure. She whispered words in my ears, words I'd read in text a thousand times. Words I'd heard on Skype. Words I heard in my dreams. But I'd never heard them in person. She kissed the front of my pacifier. She drew circles on my stomach. She spun my hair. She and I were the whole world. Finally, she tugged the pacifier out of my mouth and touched my lips. Her hand was down the front of my pajama pants. "You didn't change yet?" she asked. I blushed. We only had such limited time together, and I found myself wondering just what it was she was thinking to have forgotten something so simple. I put the soother back in her lips and tilted my head, grinning. "I guess that means you're going to risk it tonight, huh, Rumi-chan?" I puffed out my cheeks in frustration. Two years ago was the last time I risked it. Our school took a weekend trip to the ski resort and I was too humiliated to bring any diapers. Through sheer force of will, I thought I could overcome my stupid bedwetting for two dumb nights! But I didn't. I woke up in the middle of the night, ashamed and humiliated. Everyone would know. Everyone would tease me for the next three years. "No," I mumbled around the pacifier and patted the bag next to me. I hadn't gotten a chance to change yet. Everyone took so long to fall asleep! "I'm not stupid." Not stupid at all, in-fact - Harumi was one of the top performers at her school; she was in a half dozen after-school clubs and always got her homework in on time. She was the antithesis of me, the academic standout, and only our relative meagerness when it came to family income status drew commonality. And the fact we wanted to be with each other. There was that too. "Then let's take care of it, Rumi..." I put my hand on her back, entirely ready to do this for her for the first time. I pulled the pacifier out of my mouth. "Oh, no no no! It's alright! I mean--" She pushed it back in and touched her finger to her lips. "Shhh." And I realized immediately what she meant. I was being loud. We were both silent for a moment, until we were sure no one had heard my protests. I looked up at her with burning red cheeks and talked around the pacifier in a whisper. "I can do it, Kana..." "Oh no no, you're far too small to deal with that on your own, my pretty imōto~" In the time it took for her blush to conquer her cheeks, I'd unbuckled her bag simply and confidently. I'd never done this before, not with her, but I spent the last year doing both babysitting and volunteering in nursing homes, so I had a pretty good idea now! At any moment, I expected someone to come down the stairs. I thought someone would look down over the balcony and see a stranger changing a third-year's diaper on the sofa below. I thought the smell of baby powder or the sound of the snaps would attract attention. But all my fears were for naught. I didn't wear the same diapers on this trip as I did back home - I wore my cloth snap-together ones with the ribbon around the waist. I didn't want anyone to hear me crinkle. "First time you're seeing me naked and it's like this," I mumbled through the soother. It was hard to tell if that fact irritated or appeased me. "First time implies there'll be many more times." I teased her, smiling to myself - this was so much easier than the plastic ones! I positioned her easily, I dug out the powder from the top of her bag and I used far too much, and then I pulled the garment up between her legs and fastened the snaps that rested on her softly defined hips. She was so pretty... "Do you have a cover to wear over this, so you don't leak?" I asked, matter-of-factly, a question that probably caught her off guard at my knowledge. But my hand was rubbing her crotch when I asked, so I think she didn't have much room for protest. I sat up with a blush and shook my head, working to steady my breath. "Um... n-no. It's... it's a discrete one. There's a layer of plastic built in. As long as I don't sleep too long, I dun leak." The babyish lisp was an accident. I was slipping. Two years ago, I didn't know these feelings could exist, and now, because of Kana, I craved them. Feeling "little", as she put it. Diapers and pacifiers and her... "Then you have no more grown-up worries to fret over, do you?" I pushed her back down, my lips on hers and then atop her soother as I guided it back in. My other hand pressed against the thickness of her padding. Discrete, she'd said. And maybe in sound that was true, but this was thicker than I could have imagined, and she couldn't squeeze my hand away if she tried. She pushed and rubbed the front of my diaper, and I had to suck harder on the pacifier to keep myself quiet. Her words built stories in my head like sandcastles, and just as quickly as they came up, she would tear them down and start again. I curled into her chest, quivering and whimpering. I muttered her name through the pacifier guard, over and over, until we were both quiet and immobile on the sofa. This moment... I wanted it to last forever. I didn't expect our first time beyond kissing to be like this, I didn't and couldn't have guessed. But... I think a part of me might have known, even from the beginning, that this was so a part of her. And as far as Harumi was comfortable going with another person, she’d gone there with me. I felt... warm, in that knowledge. I almost fell asleep. If I had fallen asleep, it would have been very, very bad. I was dressed in nothing but a diaper and my pajama top lying on another girl in the lobby. But I didn't fall asleep. I heard the faint sounds on the stairs. Steps? Shuffling? I listened closely, to be sure, and when I was, I tapped Kanako's shoulder to get her attention. Someone was coming. We had to hide! I hadn't heard it as first, but my auditory memory kicked in. Quick like two little bunnies, I took her by the hand and led Rumi to the space behind the administrative desk, shushing her with my finger to her soother’s guard and holding my breath to try and hear what was happening. Was someone there? I held my bag and my pajama pants tight in my arms. Kana had to double back for her coat and hat. We had just managed to hide behind the check-in desk when the woman rounded the corner. I peeked over the counter, betting on the darkness to keep me hidden. Mrs. Yoshida stood in the center of the room, looking up at the Christmas Tree. Was she looking for me? Had she noticed I wasn't in my bed roll? But she didn't look like she was in a hurry. She turned around to walk out, but stepped on something. She reached down and picked it up: a glove. One of Kanako's gloves. Oh no... "Oh shoot..." I whispered, wincing to myself - my glove. My glove in school colors that were not the same as Rumi's... oh no, the teacher going to think a boy had snuck in or something! If only she knew how wrong she was... I giggled quietly and covered my mouth, trying to stay composed. It'll be okay, it'll be okay... She turned the glove over in her hands and looked down at her palms. Then, she put them to her mouth and blew hot air on them. And speaking as a girl without pants, it was rather nippy in the lobby. I watched quietly as my teacher went over to the other wall and switched on the electric fireplace, then turned around and looked right at me. I ducked down behind the counter and sucked on the pacifier to keep myself from hyperventilating. She saw me. She saw me! No, it was too dark. No, she would have called out. Right? We waited, both with baited breath, for the next moves the teacher would make. And then her footsteps began, and got closer, and closer, and I kissed Harumi on the soother. I got ready to stand up, to take the attention, to save my forbidden friend... but then there was clattering on the floor above us. Girls horsing around. And the approaching footsteps faded away into the distance. Saved at the last moment... I exhaled, pulling the pacifier from my lips, and putting my forehead against Kana's. "That was scary," I whispered for the second time that night. Kanako and I waited behind the counter until the footsteps stopped, until all was silent again, and then we waited a little more. Finally, I pulled my pajama pants on over the diaper and walked out toward the Christmas tree with Kana's hand in mine. But the fireplace on the other side of the room... it looked so warm and comfortable. "Come on..." I put both my hands on hers and tugged her over to the fireplace, over to the large plush rug on the floor right in front of it. The snow had picked up outside, whipped up in the wind, and the fire crackled like an instrument trying to play along and keep up, and I felt so serene that we were here... together. It was our last year, and thusly, our last school ski trip. Next year, if we wanted to come up here, we'd have to do it ourselves. We were adults now, after all. And soon, we'd be graduates. We were applying to the same colleges together and the same dorm suites. We even had our first non-ski-trip meet-up planned for the summer! Our lives were intertwined now, Kanako's and mine. I leaned over and put my head on her shoulder, staring into the crackling fireplace. We were thinking the same thing. We didn't even have to say it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I was shivering in my coat with my knees pulled up to my chest. Tears streamed down my cheeks. My pajama pants and underwear were soaking wet, and I hadn't even sat in the snow. The paths were shoveled and the sky was full of stars. The only sound was my whimpering and heaving as I tried to make myself stop crying. Then there was the sound of footsteps close by. I looked up at the girl in the bear beanie. I'd never seen her before. "Do you need any help?" she asked. I shook my head, shooing her away with my hands. I didn't want her help. “Well, okay. Choice is the only thing given freely in this world. That’s what my mom says.” But I pulled down the zipper on my oversized parka, a puffy pink coat as warm as could be that I had gotten for this very trip, and I pulled my arms free to drape it over her shoulders. "I like your freckles, they're like little stars." ...what a weird girl, I thought. That was my first opinion of Kanako. She was a very weird girl. "What are you doing out anyway?" I asked, wiping the water from my eyes. Maybe if I had a reason to stop crying - like if somebody else was talking to me - I'd stop altogether. "I like to walk at night," she said honestly. Weird indeed. "And what are you doing?" she asked. I looked away. "Maybe you just like to come outside and cry?” I’d noticed how wet her pants were when I put the jacket over her shoulders, but it would have been rude to say anything directly. Instead, I offered her, "Sitting in the wet and icy snow you're gonna catch a cold, I have some spare pajama pants if you want them...? Our lodge is just past the hill, and that way you won't be cold." I didn't know then. I thought maybe fate had dropped Kanako into my lap. I thought that her lending me a spare blanket and some pajama pants was some serendipitous miracle. Six months later she told me the truth. She knew all along, she just didn't care. But I cared. I cared a lot! And then she started to realize, before I did, that I cared too much. It wasn't that I hated diapers, but rather, I hated that I didn't. She helped me up off the cold ground under the tree and together we walked back to her lodge. Neither of us remembered to bring mittens. To keep warm, we held hands.

Nine. The same dream again. Sweat dripped down my temples into my hair. My legs felt like they were on fire, and my chest was faring no better. I wiped my eyes fast enough that I didn’t cry. Technically, I didn’t cry. I sat upright and checked my phone. My most recent text was from Polly. Below her, Madison. I clicked her name. << You aren’t convincing << Are you mad at me? << I’m sorry for not believing you. If you say you’re fine then you’re fine. Why did I care? Why did it matter? I dropped my phone off the side of my bed and bundled the covers tighter around my shoulders. Winter was getting colder… Thursday afternoon, at the end of Biology, Madison put a stack of papers down on my desk. I looked up at her, but she had already become interested in something across the room. She took the time to address me: “Edit it if you want.” It was the first time she’d spoken to me since Monday. She turned to leave, but I couldn’t let her. “Madison, wait.” She paused, but didn’t look away from the clock on the wall. Most of the students had already made their way out of the room, but Amanda waited dutifully by the door for her friend. “Why are you acting like this?” I asked her. “What did I do?” “Nothing,” she said with disinterest. “You didn’t do anything.” “Then why are you treating me this way? Why can you act like yourself around everyone else, but you won’t even look at me?” But something I said made her look, her eyes into my eyes, and I saw the frustration well up in her chest. Her hands turned into balls at her side and it all happened so quickly I thought she might pop. Zero to sixty in four seconds flat. “I am treating you just fine!” she hissed. “I’m treating you how everyone else does!” “Well I don’t want you to act like everyone else! I want you to go back to annoying me all the time!” “No!” “Why the fuck not?!” And just as quickly as Madison caught fire, she burned up. Her lips froze in the middle of a breath and I watched her shudder. But I’d been paying so much attention to her lips that I’d forgotten to check her eyes. When I did, finally, I saw them welling up with tears. “I’m sorry,” I tried, but Madison was already out the door. Amanda glared at me and hurried after her friend. I didn’t understand what just happened. One moment we were yelling at each other, and the next… What puzzle piece was I missing? What was eluding me? “So you’re really broken up about this Sunshine thing, aren’t you?” Polly asked me. I was spending the week at her house because mine was just too cold to fall asleep. If the weather got any worse, my mom would have to turn on the heat to keep the pipes from freezing. I just had to wait it out. “She’s so frustrating. She doesn’t make any sense.” “Cookie dough?” she asked, handing me a wad off the baking sheet. I took it. “Something is obviously bothering her. And if she doesn’t want to talk to me about it, fine, I don’t care.” “Sure you do.” “Fine, I do. But it’s not my business. But she’s making it my business, because it’s getting in the way of our essay!” “You still think this is about school?” Polly asked. I gave her a sour look and she put her hands up in defeat. “Yeah, yeah, keep it to myself.” “Of course I’m worried about her,” I went on. “Do you think she has someone to talk to about this stuff? Stuff that upsets her?” Polly shrugged. “I met her twice.” “She’s friends with everyone.” “Everyone likes her. That’s not the same as having friends.” I hadn’t thought about it like that before. I looked up at Polly as she put the cookie sheet in the oven and told her the truth: “I want to be her friend.” “She annoys you.” “Yeah. So? Everything annoys me.” Polly couldn’t argue with that. “Then what are you going to do?” she asked. “I’ll think of something…”

Eight. It was eight at night when Madison finally sent me a text back: >> Hi! I am so so so sorry if I worried you, I’m so sick today ~ I’ve just been sleeeeeping and sleeeeeping. But I will definitely be better by Monday and we can finish our assignment early or even get some more sources if we really want to impress Mrs. Hancock!! I bet we get the best grade in the entire class!! =D Ten bucks says so. I can get my homework Monday but thank you for offering so much I appreciate it!! <3 It’s a text, Madison, not the Gettysburg Address. << Get well soon By Saturday morning, I had read Madison’s text at least a hundred times. There was something hidden in it. Just like her smile, it was a code to be broken. I finally had an honest, readable sample of her words. But no matter how I looked at it, it didn’t make sense. Something was off… After noon, I sent another one. I needed more words to work with. << Feeling better? I didn’t get a reply until the following day, at four in the afternoon. I think maybe Madison didn’t understand how texting worked. >> A lot better~ I had soup and stayed in bed and watched tons of TV shows!! I’ll be at school tomorrow and we can finish our project then. Don’t worry!! This time, it only took me ten minutes. Something clicked. It was the way she told me not to worry. She said something about worrying me in the first message, too. And suddenly, like that, it all made sense. << I’m not worried about the paper. I’m worried about you. The reply came in less than fifteen seconds. >> Please don’t I’m fine << I don’t believe you >> I really am fine though I am feeling a lot better today I’ll see you tomorrow << You aren’t convincing That was the last I heard of Madison that weekend. On Monday, I thought everything would just go back to normal. But I’d done something irreversible, something I immediately regretted. Something, sometime later, I wouldn’t regret one bit. In Biology, Madison wasn’t waiting at my desk. She was leafing through her book at her spot by the window. I sat in the back and checked my phone, wondering if perhaps she had texted me back after all. She hadn’t. Class started. Mrs. Hancock was talking about our last exam for the semester - it would be the Friday before Christmas vacation. I kept forgetting to pay attention, trapped in an endless staring contest with the curls on the back of Madison’s head. After a moment, I’d realize what I was doing, shake my head, and give my attention to the front of the room. A minute later, the cycle would start again. At the sound of the bell, I gathered my books and hurried to the front of the room. Madison was talking to the brunette girl with the hair clips. “I haven’t seen it yet but I sooooo want to! You know there’s a book?” The brunette stared with an open mouth. “You haven’t read the book yet?!” “I didn’t know there was a book until yesterday!” “You absolutely have to read the book before you see the movie.” “Whaaaat?” Madison whined. “No, that will take forever!” “Excuse me, uh…” The brunette looked up at me and flashed a courtesy smile. Courtesy smiles aren’t like Madison’s smile. Courtesy smiles are meant to be seen through. They are a kindness, not a sincerity. Madison’s smiles are a sincerity, an honest attempt at reality, falling short. “Project talk?” The brunette asked. “Sounds boring anyway.” She waved goodbye to Madison and joined the crowd of fleeing students. I pulled my backpack up my shoulder. “Do you want to get together at lunch time, or…” “Whenever is fine,” Madison said flatly. What little decoding I had done with Madison’s tones and inflections were shattered in that moment. I’d never heard her sound like that before… “Well we can meet at my house again?” I suggested. “It’s almost done anyway. We can just do it later.” Later? I stared down at her, but her eyes weren’t on me. She looked at the door, the last remnants of students pushing their way through. “I thought we were going to finish it up today? You said…” “You’re not worried about it anyway, right?” It wasn’t only the words that caught me off guard, but the way she said them. Under her breath, hard consonants, pointed and sharp. I didn’t understand… “I…” “I gotta go.” And like that, Madison Bell was gone. Had she been there at all?

Seven. Madison Bell was not at school on Friday. In Biology, no one seemed to take much notice of her empty seat. Finally, halfway into the lecture, I leaned over to talk to Ellen. We weren’t close, but when you sit next to someone every day for four months you build a sort of bond. “Where’s Madison?” “Dunno,” she shrugged. “Worried about your paper?” “No, not really. I was just wondering.” “She misses a lot. It’s not that weird.” She missed a lot of school? That sounded weird to me. Amanda Simmons sat near the front. She was a weirdly popular athletic girl with the confidence and tact of a semi truck. I knew her and Madison were friends, but then again, who wasn’t Madison’s friend? Did she have a best friend, like I had Polly? When class ended, I took the initiative to get to the front of the classroom. As the twenty-nine students shuffled impatiently through the door like sands through an hourglass, I made sure Amanda was just beside me. “Madison’s not here?” I asked. She gave me a strange look, maybe deciding whether or not I was worth acknowledging. Amanda and I were not in the same social circles. Maybe this breech was an act of war or something. Why was I going to such lengths for this girl anyway? “No, she’s out today.” In the end, after her internal conflict, Amanda sided with an amicable approach. Maybe that had something to do with Madison herself. She was a remarkably positive influence on high schoolers. “Do you know why?” “We don’t hang out a lot.” Another dead end. “Do you know if she has any other friends I could ask?” “Are you stalking her or something?” Amanda was getting annoyed, that much was obvious. “Uh, no. She’s my project partner.” “You’ve got a week. Chill out.” The crowd broke and Amanda took one path down the hall with the brunette who wore two hair clips. I stood against the wall in defeat. Damnit, why was I so worried? At lunch, alone in the Writing Workshop, I sent her a text. << Hey are you sick? Want me to get your homework? I sighed and put my head down on the desk. After a minute, I sent another text. This one, to Polly. << Meet in the workshop? Polly came bearing Little Debbie’s snack cakes and juice box from the cafeteria line. She put them down in front of me and took a seat on the other side of the table. “Well damn, Jamie. You look to be in good spirits today.” I stuck out my tongue and opened up one of the snack cakes. I was so hungry; I hadn’t had breakfast. “So what’s up? Are we going to that movie tonight, or did you want to go to the football game?” I groaned. Football games were boring. More boring in November. It was the last one of the year. “What do you know about Madison Bell?” I asked her through a mouthful of cake. “That she’s annoying, says you. And that she’s a giant ball of sunshine, says everyone else.” “Anything else?” “Nope. I’ve only met her like, twice. But she’s hard to forget.” Hard to forget. That was the best way to describe Madison. I sighed. “You seem uncharacteristically interested in this girl,” Polly said around her juice box straw. “You smitten with her?” “No,” I said coldly, shoving another snack cake in my mouth. Smitten? Who even talks like that? “Then what’s up?” “I think something’s wrong with her.” “This again?” Polly sighed. “People are allowed to be happy, Jamie. It’s not the end of the world.” “No, that’s just it.” I had to think about what I was saying before I said it. I had to make sure I used the right words. “I think maybe… she’s not happy.” “And what has you thinking this?” I sighed. “I don't know. It’s just a feeling. It’s little things. Like her smile, or the way she talks. I can’t figure it out yet, but…” “Yet?” Polly asked with a smile. I frowned at her. “Shut up.” “You are smitten!” “You’re an ass.” “No, really, I think it’s good! I think you should take an interest in other people. And hey, if Sunshine can rub off on you, all the better.” Polly didn’t get it. Then again, I barely understood it myself. How far would I go for one feeling, with no evidence, with no motivation? Why should I care if Madison Bell is unhappy? I shouldn’t. But I did.

Ch.19 During the ride home from her vacation, Melissa replayed the actions that occurred during her family weekend. All of the fun she had just relaxing with her family, playing games, how accepting everyone was. Then her thoughts turned to her diaper. She realized how regressed she was getting, and how ridiculous she must have looked having everyone see her in a diaper. She knows she isnt a baby and this is not normal, but she cannot help how relaxed and comfy all of this makes her feel. Melissa thought about how she was going to be able to go out with her family to Disneyland now, after they all know she is in a diaper. She definitely didnt want to show her diapers off to people that she didnt know. Her family is one thing, but large groups of people would be different. Then her thoughts went to school, and how she had to be a big girl again. All of these thoughts got Melissa a little bit down. She decided to just stop thinking about it and take a nap. Leaning back into her seat, getting nice and comfy Melissa stared at the ceiling of the car trying to get back into her baby state. "Just relax and enjoy the ride" Melissa kept telling herself. Soon she was fast asleep, and looking back into the rearview mirror Melissas dad noticed his daughter laying in the backseat with her diaper bulging out of her pants and her thumb in her mouth. ... Melissa all of the sudden woke up and was not in the car. She was instead in a hotel room. She looked side to side and noticed that the bed she was in had toddler railings on the side. She then noticed her brother in the bed next to her sound asleep. Just then her mother walked in and said, "Oh look at my baby all awake for mommy". Melissa blushed and then started to take the covers off of her and realized she was wearing footie pjs with Mickey mouse all over them. Her mother just started to get Melissas brother up and get him into some pants for breakfast. Melissa noticed her brother was not wearing a diaper but was in big boy undies. Her mother then looked to Melissa and smiled. She walked over and started taking the railings off of her bed. Melissa felt like she was paralyzed, simply sitting in her bed staring at her mom. Her Mother then lifted Melissa out of bed and helped her get her shoes on while saying, "come on sweetie we are late to see Mickey and Minnie! You will have to go with your jammies on." Melissa was shocked! She was so excited to met Mickey and Minnie, she didnt care she had to go in her jammies. Just as they got into the hall, Melissa realized that she was wearing not only footie pjs, but the thickest diaper she has ever been in, and it was most definitely soaking wet. She waddled down the hall to the elevators and met up with the rest of her family. She stood there trying to not look like a complete baby, then realized that her mother was carrying a diaper bag that said "Melissa" on it. At the restaurant Melissa waddled around so excited to see her Disney idols, feeling her diaper squish around completely noticable to everyone around her. Just then she felt her mother pat her butt and say, "come on sweetie lets go get you in a fresh diaper", Then hold her hand as they walked into the bathroom. In the restroom Melissa saw how many people were there and realized that this was going to be awkward. There were a few mommies in there changing their little ones. Melissa waited with her mom as no one seemed to stare or give nasty looks or care that Melissa looked ridiculous in a wet diaper and footie jammies waiting to be changed. Just then melissa hopped up on the change table and started to be changed by her mom in front of several people. Melissas mother put her in an adult diaper with 3 stuffers inside. When her fresh diaper was up and secure Melissa realized how thick the diaper was. She had her jammies zipped back up and went back out to breakfast, walking past other mothers and babies who didnt seem to notice that she was much to old to be wearing diapers. Once again Melissa was free to roam about the floor giving high fives and hugs to her favorite Disney characters. While Melissa was talking with Donald Duck she felt herself start to poop her diaper. She simply stopped talking and squatted down while pooping. Donald went on to some other little kid, and Melissa stood back up with an embarrassed look on her face and a huge load in her now sagging diaper. Melissa then waddled back to her families table with tears in her eyes. How ridiculous she must have looked as a big girl with a messy diaper on waddling over to her mommy while crying at Disneyland. When she got to her mom she didnt say a word. Melissa simply wrapped her arms around her mom and burried her head into her shoulder. Melissas mother noticed what happened and with Melissas head still on her shoulder pulled down the drop seat on Melissas Jammies leaving Melissas dirty diaper exposed to the whole restaurant. Then she pulled back her diaper to check if she was stinky......... Melissas head all of the sudden shot up and looked around. All of the sudden she was back in her parents car. Melissa was a little bit weirded out, but also a little bit intrigued by her dream. She loved the treatment but couldnt stop thinking about how regressed she was getting.

Ch. 18 Melissa stod on third base as the game ended, and her whole family came together to hug and congratulate each other. Melissa waddled up to her uncle and gave him a big huge hug, then started walking to grab her stuff from the dugout. Melissas mother saw her waddling and noticed melissas sweats were incredibly bulgy around her butt. She could see the outline of her full diaper, and smiled because Melissa looked like a toddler. She waddled while she walked and her butt was puffy and saggy. Her mom walked up to Melissa, and in front of everyone pinched the back of her diaper, and pulled her diaper back. Melissa stood frozen as her mother checked her diaper. "Looks like you managed to stay clean during the game" Her mother said. She then put her hand under Melissas butt and pated her saggy diaper. "Couldnt stay dry though" She said with a smile. Melissa turned red faced and game an embarrassed smile. Her mother simply held her hand, grabbed the diaper bag, and walked Melissa out to the outfield. Melissa felt very little as she laid in the outfield while her mother changed her soaked diaper in front of her whole family. She tried to concentrate on nothing but the sky. Melissa ended up catching a glimpse of her rolled up, used diaper next to her as her mother started taping up her new diaper, and Melissa all of the sudden felt very comfy and babyish. She realized that everyone around her embraced her. There she was having her diaper changed like a baby, and she was loving it. Melissa took a look over to her family and they were all busy doing their own thing. Melissa smiled and embraced her diaper being changed. Melissa didnt realize it but she was slightly squirming as her new diaper was put on, making it a little bit more difficult for her mom. "Youre squirmy today arent you, you must have had fun playing" Her mother said with a smile. Melissa realized how happy and squirmy she was and giggled. "Sorry mommy" Melissa said while blushing. Once her new diaper was on, Melissa stood up. She was standing in the outfield with her pants pulled down and her clean diaper on full display, then her mother bent down to pull her sweat pants up. Melissa put her finger in her mouth and blushed while looking at her family. She then ran over, diaper crinkling, to her cousins. Everyone hopped into the car and made their way back home. Back at her grandparents, The kids all played tag and the wii. Melissa sat on the couch waiting her turn and looked down at her crotch and realized that her diaper was totally noticeable. It was all puffy and looked like a toddler wearing spandex. She then realized that she had her finger in her mouth and was completely regressed. It was Melissas turn, so she stood up and hopped around yelling "yay"! She whipped the wii controller around and was fully concentrated on the game. Once the game was over Melissa lost, so she walked back over to the couch, and when she sat down she realized her diaper was soaked. She had no idea when she went pee pee. Sitting there a little shocked she put her hand down her pants and started poking her diaper. "Are you ok over there hun?" Her mothers voice startled Melissa a little. Melissa nodded and thought about what she must have looked like with her finger in her mouth, and her other hand poking her diaper. Melissa decided to just go with it. She waddled upstairs and stood next to her mom while she was playing a board game with Melissas uncle, aunt, and grandparents. "Yes sweet heart?" Melissas mom asked while looking at her. Melissa did nothing but kept pointed to her puffy crotch. Melissas mother stood up and excused herself from the game by saying, "excuse me, but I have a diaper to change." Melissa held her mothers hand and toddled upstairs. Once her mother opened the door to the bedroom Melissa bounced over to the bed and hopped up on the bed with a big smile on her face. "awwww such a little goofball" her mother commented. Melissa simply smiled and lifted her legs like a baby getting ready to have her diaper changed. Her mom pulled her sweats completely off and laid them on the floor. Melissa noticed how soaked her diaper was. The crotch was really puffy and gooey. She then laid there and thought about how amazing it was that she had such a great family. When melissas new night time diaper was on, she stood up. Her mother started to walk out of the room, and Melissa looked at her pants. Did her mother forget to put her pants back on? Was she supposed to go out just in her shirt and diaper? "Dinner time" Melissa heard from downstairs. Without thinking Melissa simply walked downstairs with her thick night time diaper on full display. Melissa walked towards the table where everyone was already sitting, and noticed that her dad was there cutting her food for her. "There she is!" Her aunt said with a smile on her face as Melissa started to sit down. Melissa looked at her plate and noticed her daddy cut up her food for her into very tiny pieces. Melissa was blushing this entire time, but once she started eating, she realized how comfy she was in just her diaper. Once she went to grab her drink, and realized that her cup was a sippy cup. Blushing Melissa looked around and her 6 year old cousins also had sippy cups. After dinner, everyone went to sit on the couch to watch a movie together. Melissa wanted to cuddle up next to her mother, and as she walked over to her she heard someone say, "Uh Oh, I think someone is a little stinky". Melissa immediately blushed and heard her little cousin say, "It Melissa"! Melissas mom walked up to her and checked her diaper, then walked over to Melissas brother and realized it was him. "it sure makes it easy to check your diaper when you have no pants on Melissa" Her mother said with a smile. Melissa could only think about how her cousin thought she was the one who messed her diaper. She then relaxed and completely regressed. Everyone went to get comfy clothes on and get read for bed, and her mother took her brother to get his diaper changed. Melissa simply cuddled up on the couch, feeling very comfy in her diaper. Melissas mom came down with Billy first, and she noticed Billy was only in his diaper as well. Melissa cuddled up with her mother as everyone started coming back to the tv room, getting settled in for the movie. Melissa felt extremely little as her whole family sat there while watching a movie together. Every move she made she heard her diaper crinkle. After the movie previews, melissas mom handed her a bottle. Melissa sat there cuddled up with her mom, with her whole family around her, drinking a bottle in just a diaper and a shirt. She was so happy and comfy that Melissa could hardly pay attention to the beginning of the movie. About halfway through her bottle she realized she had to pee. Then noticed that her legs were wrapped around her mothers, with her diaper right up against her moms leg. Melissas simply relaxed then started concentrating on the movie. As she started peeing she saw her mom out of the corner of her eye look at her then start stroking her hair. Towards the middle of the movie Melissa finished her bottle. Her mother took it from her hands and set it on the floor. While this was happening, Melissa looked around and everyone seemed to be very close to falling asleep. Melissa simply snuggled back up with her mom, and enjoyed her wet diaper, feeling like the baby she is. Towards the end of the movie, melissa had to poo poo really bad but didnt really notice it. She realized when she felt her mother start stroking her hair again. Melissa was fidgeting. She simply relaxed and started pooping her diaper. Melissa laid there with wet diaper crotch on her mother feeling her diaper expanding out, and sagging. As she pooped she looked around and everyone was still awake. Once melissa was all done she relaxed and felt very comfy laying on her mom with a poopy diaper on full display. Her blanket was only halfway up her legs. After the movie everyone got up to go to bed, and Melissa stood up and simply waddled up to her room. Her saggy diaper was heavy and squishy as she walked but she loved every minute of it. Melissa said her goodnights then hopped up to her bed. She landed with a squish and felt her mess squish around her diaper. Then melissa laid down and relaxed trying to fall asleep. Her mother came in a short while later and didnt say a word. Simply checked her diaper and started to change her. While her diaper was being changed Melissa thought about how her cousin thought it was her with the stinky diaper earlier, and how now she was the one with the messy diaper in front of everyone. Melissa smiled and realized that she had an amazing life, then wondered what new adventures were ahead of her.

Ch.17 Melissa and her family were playing board games very competitively! After a few bad moves, Melissa got her competitive juices flowing and started taking the games very seriously. Her uncle Mark was dominating every game, and Melissa was convinced he was cheating. Finally, her uncle got a really high score in a game where the low score wins and Melissa took the lead. All of the sudden she thought her diaper might have leaked and she lost her competitive edge. The game ended with Melissas mom winning, and Melissa coming in 3rd. As everyone got up from the table Melissa sat. Making sure that everyone was on their way to bed before she got up to expose her possibly wet pants. Melissa finally stood, and felt her heavy diaper sag between her legs. She secretly loved the feeling of an overly squishy diaper, all heavy and puffy. Melissa waddled over to her room, and pulled her pants off. She looked at herself in the mirror, and giggled at how cute she looked with a saggy diaper between her legs. Her diaper sagged so much that it looked like it was mid thigh on her. Melissa then waddled over to the room right next to hers, where her parents were. As soon as melissa waddled in, her mother grabbed her hand not saying a word, just leading her back to her room to change her diaper. Melissa laid on her bed while her mother changed her diaper, and felt just like a baby. She simply looked at the ceiling, and thought about how fun the night was for her. With a smile on her face Melissa relaxed and got her bottom nice and clean. As her fresh new diaper was being taped back up, Melissa thought about how she didnt even think about her diaper being changed. She simply laid there and was used to the feeling of her mother cleaning her up. The next morning Melissa woke up and wet her diaper. She then threw on her pj pants, and toddled down to see her whole family sitting around the main story waiting for breakfast to be ready. Her grandma was in the kitchen making bacon and eggs and toast and hashbrowns. Melissa was excited to get a good breakfast and spend time with her family. "Are you ready to play today?' asked her little cousin. Melissa nodded and remembered that they were playing their family softball game that morning. Melissa immediately got excited. Soon the whole family sat down to eat their amazing breakfast. After breakfast, Everyone went to go get ready for the game, and Melissa got her nightime diaper changed, and threw on some sweats and a tank top. Melissa carried her glove, and a bucket of balls out to the car and got settled in. She was so excited that she kept yelling for everyone to hustle up. AS they approached the field melissa got really excited. She ran with her cousins to the diamond and was really antsy to start. WHile she was playing catch with her dad to warm up she bent down to pick up a dropped ball and felt her shirt raise up above her pants. Melissa got really insecure and remembered that she was in a thick diaper just like a little girl. The game started and Melissa was playing short stop. She made one simple play as her aunt hit a weak ground ball for the third out. Melissa then lead off and hit a shot through the 5 hole and got on first base. WHile she was standing on first base she let herself wet her diaper. She stood there a minute wondering if she knew she had to pee, or if her body just peed on its own. Melissa looked down at her crotch and wondered if her diaper was noticeable, and looked up to find her mother looking at her as if she knew what she had done. melissa tried to forget about it and kept playing. Melissa continued to drink gatorade to keep her body hydrated, and payed really hard. Her uncle hit a ball really far, and Melissa got extremely tired running after it. As soon as she threw the ball in from the outfield she walked back to her position with her arms on top of her head trying to catch her breath. Little did she know that when she did that her shirt rose up and her diaper was exposed to everyone. Melissa peed a few more times as the game went on, and she was so focussed on the softball that she questioned herself each time, wondering if she knew she had to pee or she just started peeing. Soon her diaper was soaked, and she was waddling more than running.

Ch. 16 Melissa made her way back down from putting her bag away and sat down next to her grandma on the couch. Melissa tried hard to forget that she had to use her diaper, but it was tough while she sat there doing nothing. She decided to get up and go outside to putt a little bit. Her grandparents house was right on the 11th tee box of a golf coarse, and had a big yard complete with a little 4 hole putting green. Melissa walked outside and chose her putter, then started hitting some balls. A few shots later Melissa saw her mother come outside and join her on the green. Her mother hit a few shots and got warmed up then challenged Melissa to a contest. Melissa would chose a hole and a starting point on the green, then they would both get 2 balls to hit. Whoever made the shot in the least amount of strokes won that hole. As they played Melissa was distracted and completely forgot about her need to use her diaper. She was already wet and could feel her wet diaper squish as she bent over to receive her balls from the cup. They played for about a half an hour until Melissa's uncle and dad came out to hop in the game as well. After a few hours her dad and uncle were battling it out on the green, and Melissa and her mom walked back into the house and started setting up a board game for everyone to play. Melissa realized that her cousins were downstairs, and the rest of her family was outside. This would be the perfect time to use her diaper. As her mother pulled out the board games, Melissa stood frozen as she felt her mess spreading all over her bottom. She could feel her diaper expanding and getting extremely heavy. Melissas mother turned around and saw her daughter with a look of concentration and wondered if she had just pooped in her diaper. Melissa all of the sudden was hit with the realization of what she just did. Melissa stood frozen for a split second longer before reaching her hand around to her butt and feeling her loaded diaper. The feeling of her diaper squishing on her butt felt really good and she couldnt help but blush and smile slightly. She then turned and helped her mother set up the game. Laying out the pieces of the game and the cards and everything was so much fun to Melissa because she was doing all of it in a messy diaper. She felt so little and cute as she waddled around helping her mother. Once they were done Melissas mom took her hand and walked her outside, and from the balcony yelled out that the game was ready. Melissa blushed a little bit more wondering if she was going to have to sit and play in a messy diaper while they play a family game. Melissa started getting nervous but at the same time thought that this is something that a baby would have to do also. Melissas mother pulled Melissa inside and patted melissas bum. "Lets go get that changed ok sweetie" she said with a wink. Melissa nodded and hopped happily off to the upstairs room with her mom. When they were both in the room Melissas mom locked the door as Melissa laid down on the bed and took her pants off. She laid there looking at her mom with a loaded diaper pointing at her and slightly pushing her hips towards her mom as if to say please get this yucky diaper off of me. Her mom undid her diaper and was just about to clean her off when there was a knock at the door. "Im changing a diaper!" Melissas mom yelled then completed the diaper change. Melissa wondered the whole change who could be outside. Whoever is outside is soon to know that Melissa is definitely in diapers. The smell in the room was obvious and her mother announcing that she was changing a diaper was a give away. Melissa and her mother walked out of the room to the sight of her uncle and aunt. Melissa blushed a little and slightly hid behind her mom, she noticed her aunt giving her a comforting smile. "Are we ready to play?" her uncle asked. With that they all made their way downstairs. The rest of the night was alot of fun for Melissa. Her whole family ate pizza and played board games. Everyone was goofing around, and laughing, and just having a good time while they played. Melissa wet her diaper several times while they played, and after her 4th wetting wondered if she had leaked. After a couple seconds of contemplating if she had wet pants or not she figured it didnt matter, she was with the people that she loves most in the world and knew that they all support her.

Ch. 15 The rest of the ride to her grandparents house, Melissa sat and enjoyed the company of her family. Her brother and sister were in the way back seat having fun giggling and poking each other, and her parents were in the front seats talking about golf and what was to be expected from the family. Melissa meanwhile sat in the middle seats all to herself. She had a cooler next to her with food and drinks in it, and a blanket the she was using as a pillow against the window. She was laying in a position that made her butt slightly stick out exposing her jeans. Through her jeans you could clearly tell that the 18 year old was diapered. Her mother reached her hand back at one point and patted her bum causing Melissa to jump a little. "Hey sweet heart are you still dry back there?" Melissa nodded. She was enjoying her music and was sure that she didnt pee yet. As they pulled into the driveway of granny and papas Melissa noticed her uncles car already there. That meant her young cousins where going to be there, and she was going to have to face the family all together while wearing her diaper. Melissas parents finally shut the engine off and everyone started to get out of the car. Melissa immediately pulled the bottom of her shirt down as she got out, making sure her diaper didnt peak out. She looked at herself in the reflection of the car and made sure she looked like a typical 18 year old, and not some baby. Melissa then grabbed her bag, took a deep breath , and made her way into her grandparents house to face the family. Melissa walked into the house and made her way to where everyone was sitting. Her grandparents were sitting on the couch watching tv, two of her cousins were sitting at the bar drinking coke, and her uncle was in the next room over setting something up. Melissa saw her brother walk right up to her granny giving her a big hug, and everyone getting all excited to see them. At this moment melissa couldnt even feel her diaper under her butt, she simply walked up and gave everyone hugs and said her hellos. So far, so good Melissa thought. Directly after giving her uncle a hug her littlest cousin, Henry, who was 3 years old ran up the stairs and was so excited to see melissa. He ran right to her and poked her saying, "Melissa, Melissa come play Wii with me!" Melissa smiled then as she ran downstairs to play with her little cousin she saw the other 2 cousins run after her. Her cousins always looked up to Melissa, mainly because Melissa was really good with kids. She remembers staying up all night with the twins when they were really little, and wrestling around with them as they got older. Once they got downstairs Melissa started to play wii with her little cousin, while the twins watched. After beating Henry, she took on Deane. She was having so much fun beating her cousins at wii that she didnt even notice that she had a diaper on. Melissa was getting exhausted playing wii, she had played 12 games in a row and hadnt lost yet. Her cousins were so impressed with her skills, when all of the sudden Melissa kicked the wii soccer ball and noticed her shirt flew up and stayed up. It was caught on her diaper leaving it exposed. She quickly pulled her shirt down and looked around while Eva scored a goal against her. "Ha ha, I beat you" her cousin said while doing a little dance. No one seemed to notice her diaper which made her feel very at ease. As Melissa watched her 2 cousins play against each other she noticed how many times their shirts flew up and wondered if her diaper was exposed more than she thought. While sitting on the downstairs couch Melissa all of the sudden felt the need to pee. She had been sidetracked from the game and the need was very strong. She stood up trying not to be noticed and started peeing. She felt her diaper soaking up all of her pee and start to sag and get heavy. Melissa smiled as she thought about what she was doing. As soon as she was done she felt her little cousin grab a hold of her leg and try to tackle her. "Oh, no"! melissa shouted. She then fell and let her cousin jump on her and start wrestling. Once the twins' game was over they joined in the mix and it turned out to be a royal rumble. Melissa was having a blast wrestling around with her cousins, playing like a kid. Her squishy wet diaper seemed to go unnoticed while they wrestled, and soon they were all just laying on the floor panting. Soon after they all went back upstairs to get something to eat. As Melissa started to grab a piece of toast she felt her mother grab her hand. "Sweet heart, go put your bag in one of the rooms upstairs please" her mother said. Melissa did as she was told and then went back down to grab some food. On her way down, Melissa got a little nervous as she felt a familiar feeling that she was hoping to avoid. She needed to poop...

Ch 14 Melissa was woken up by her mother the next morning. She was in her footie pjs, and she could feel her squishy diaper between her legs. She remembered waking up midway through the night to pee and just laying there, letting her pee trickle down her privates while her diaper soaked everything up. When Melissa finally was able to get her eyes opened she realized that it was so early in the morning that it was dark out. "Come on baby, we are taking off to granny and papas," her mother said. Melissa still lying in her bed started to stretch. Her footy sleeper stretched as well and she could feel the crotch of her sleeper pushing her squishy diaper agains her. Melissas mother saw this and started unziping her sleeper to change her diaper. Melissa laid still. She was thinking about how amazing her life was. Just laying there doing whatever she wanted while her diaper was being changed. Melissa all fresh in her new diaper stood up and put her jeans and shirt on. She grabbed her bag from her room and went downstairs to put her bag into the car as her mother had instructed. As Melissa reached into the back of the suv to toss her bag in her shirt lifted up and her diaper peeked out of her jeans. Her mother noticed this and took the opportunity to pinch the back of her diaper and pull it back to check her butt. Melissa stood there with her arms still into the car blushing. "Good girl Melissa," her mother said with a smile. Melissa couldnt believe that had just happened. The next few minutes she was in a dream state wondering if her mother would pull moves like that in front of her grandparents, or even worse her aunt and uncle, or even worse her cousins. Melissa began to regret her decision to go back into diapers. "Ok Melissa baby, you get the middle. Sam and Billy, you two are in the way back" her father said. The two little kids made their way to the way back, getting all comfy and settled in. Melissa tossed them their blankets and headphones, then hopped into the middle seat area of the suv. She threw a blanket over herself and then rested her head against the window as her parents set out for the 3 hour drive to her grandparents. While she tried resting her eyes she heard her brother and sister in the back wrestling around trying to get comfy. Melissa then threw on her headphones and started listening to her ipod. She soon began to drift to sleep. About an hour into the drive Melissa woke up. She smelled something horrible and quickly panics wondering if she could have possibly pooped her pants without thinking about it. She put her hands under her butt feeling her diaper crinkle wondering if this smell could possibly be coming from her. Her panic brought her to the thought that she may be losing control of her bladder. Her mother soon realized that Melissa was awake and asked her if she mad a stinky diaper. Melissa blushed and shook her head no. About 20 minutes later they were pulling into a gas station. Melissas mother took Billy into the bathroom to change him as her father pumped some gas. Melissa sat in the car wondering what was to come for her. Was she going to be losing control of herself? What was going to happen with her family? How was this weekend going to go?

Ch. 13 Melissa awoke the next day in her sleeper. She sat up in bed and felt the need to pee. She realized that it was still early and she had about half an hour to rest more, so Melissa relaxed and started wetting her diaper as she sat. Once her diaper was squishy and warm, she plopped her head back down to her pillow, and tried to rest her eyes. Melissa was so restless, she must have slept like a log. Melissa laid in bed daydreaming about what was gonna happen when she was with her family the next day. She pictured herself hanging out with her young cousins and her brother, playing with toys, drinking out of sippy cups, running around in just a diaper and shirt, walking the golf coarse at night looking for deer in just her diaper and shirt or possibly her footy sleeper. Melissa had a smile on her face while she daydreamed, then noticed her mother walk into her room. "Hi sweet heart, lets get you in the bath before school" she said with a smile. Her mother then lifted Melissa out of bed, and walked Melissa to her parents bathroom. Melissa noticed that the tub was already filled and had bubbles nearly overflowing. Melissa smiled, and was soon standing in the middle of her parents bathroom in only a very soggy wet diaper. Melissas mom patted her butt and then ripped the tape off of her diaper. Melissas diaper fell to the floor with a plop then stepped into the tub. She sat down and felt the warm bathwater and bubbles. During the bath, Melissa giggled as she played with bubbles, then quickly cleaned herself. She then continued with the bubble playing. Melissa scooped up bubbles with both hands and then tossed them into the air allowing the bubbles to flutter down onto her head just as her mother walked in. "Awe, cutie! Are you playing with bubbles and having fun?" she said with a giggly tone. Melissa blushed as she had not expected her mother to walk in on her while she played. Her mother noticed and gently lifted her out of the tub, and had Melissa stand in the middle of the bathroom while her mom dried her off. Melissa was liking how her mother was pampering her, and after she was all dry, she gave her mother a big hug. Melissa was then led to her room. Melissa simply walked in and knew the drill. She walked over to her bed, undid her towel, and laid down with her legs slightly spread. She watched as her mother grabbed Melissas diaper and walked over. Melissa watched the entire diapering. She watched with a big smile on her face, and her mom noticed. Once Melissas diaper was on, her mother gave her a little pat and the helped her sit up. "Arms up baby" Melissas mother said as she grabbed a shirt for her daughter. Melissa lifted her arms high into the air, excited that her mom was dressing her. Just then Melissa felt her mother tickle her. "AHHHH, Mommy!" Melissa squealed. "Im sorry baby, I just couldnt resist. Now arms up for real this time." Melissa tentatively lifted her arms, and felt her mother slide her shirt on. After Her shirt was on, Melissas mom started to walk out the door. "Mommy! What about pants?" Melissa asked confused. "Baby, you dont need pants today. I will put some pants on you if we go out, ok sweet heart" her mother replied. "But what about school?" Melissa asked. "Baby, there is no school today. Dont you remember? Its a 3 day weekend." Melissa thought for a second and then just shrugged. She then stood up and looked down at herself without pants on. Melissa then looked back up at her mother and smiled, then ran out of her room passing her mother on the way out with a crinkle. Melissa ran right into Billies room, and saw him playing with his toys. "Billy, do you wanna play with me?" Melissa asked with a smile. Billy shrugged and Melissa hopped over to him. Billy and Melissa played with action figures for a while, then they both got bored. "Ok Billy, its my turn to pick a game to play" Melissa demanded. She then went to Billies toy chest to grab some toys. Melissa grabbed 2 big fluffy stuffed animals, one was a bear and the other a lightning McQueen car. She then crinkled to her bedroom, and grabbed her stuffed Penguin. "Ok, Billy we are going to have a tea party, I need you to set up a table while I get some cups" Melissa said as she squatted down to hand Billy the stuffed toys. Melissa started to make her way downstairs, and along the way felt her diaper crinkling. She felt the air on her legs, then the plastic of her diaper on her inner thighs. Melissa smiled, thinking about how much fun she was about to have. Melissa walked into the kitchen and started grabbing cups and plates. As she was reaching up to grab another cup she heard her mom enter the room. Melissa paused thinking about how she must have looked. An 18 year old girl in a shirt and diaper, reaching to grab an empty cup, with 3 other cups in her arms. Melissas mom didnt say anything, just let her go along with her business, and watched her daughter grab a bunch of cups and plated and then crinkle out of the kitchen back upstairs. Melissa then spotted Sammy as she was walking to Billies room. "Hey sis, do you want to bring your stuffed animals and have a tea party with Billy and myself?" Melissa asked. Sammy smiled then ran into her room to grab her stuffed animals. When Melissa got back to Billies room she noticed that Billy was playing with the stuffed animals and hadnt set anything up. Melissa went to Billies bed and grabbed his lightning McQueen bedspread and spread in on the floor. She then started setting up the stuffed animals in a circle around the cups and plates. Just then Sammy came in and sat down with her Giraffe in her hand. "Ok, Billy go sit with your buddies, tea is about to be served" Melissa said. Just then Melissas mom came inside with 3 sippy cups full of apple juice. "Just though that you guys could use some tea" her mom said. Melissa smiled and took a sip of her juice. "Can I get you guys something to eat for lunch?" Her mom asked. They all nodded. "Ok, well may I take your order?" pointing to Melissa. Melissa asked for a PB&J sandwich, then Sammie ordered the same, then Billy ordered the same. "Let me guess, Mr. McQueen, and the rest would like PB&J as well?" asked Melissas mom. They all nodded again. Melissas mom giggled and the walked out of the room. The three kids sat and fed their stuffed animals their tea, and giggled. Melissas mom walked in and set a tray full of sandwiched in the muddle of the blanket. She smiled as she walked out, seeing that her kids were having a good time playing with each other.

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