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  1. Cameron lay in his crib, head tucked under Lili’s chin. Her arms held him tight, one hand rubbing his back. His pacifier was motionless in his mouth, rubber nipple pressing on his tongue. Always, it had been a source of comfort. Just like all of his baby things. His status as a baby. Now, all he felt was confusion and confinement. He’d regained consciousness a little bit ago and had been laying limp as a ragdoll in Lili’s embrace ever since. Only her arms around him kept him from completely falling apart. His world was shattered; his refuge now his prison. Lili was all he had left, and his time with her was numbered. Years ago, when his father first attacked him, he’d been so emotionally wounded he’d needed regression therapy. Mainstreaming him had failed because his grandmother and teachers found the easiest solution for them- instead of disciplining Priscilla and Max for bullying- it was much easier to just chuck Cameron back into regression therapy at school, call his mainstreaming a failure, and sweep the entire unpleasant business under the rug. Now, rather than deal with his father and him, his grandma was sending him away. Sweeping him under the rug again. Gone and forgotten. Quiet, compliant Cameron, so easy to deal with. He didn’t need more intensive therapy. He was doing better than he’d ever done before. It was bullshit. He knew it, and he knew Beatrice knew it too. She just didn’t want to deal with him. Wanted an easy solution, so she doctor shopped with her vast bank account until she found one who’d do whatever she wanted, Cameron’s welfare be damned. Good boy, bad boy- it made no difference. He was helpless to stop it. No more Lili. No more being a big boy. No more big boy thoughts at all. Cameron shuddered, pressing his face into Lili’s warm neck. No matter how hard he tried to please, Beatrice just didn’t care. That shrine to his father in her bedroom showed where her love and loyalty lay. She wasn’t interested in Cameron’s welfare at all. Did she even love him? Anger surged hot on the heels of fear. She was his guardian. His grandmother. She controlled his future and she was just dumping him like unwanted baggage. Tears trickled down his cheeks. Lili’s lips kissed each tear, and one hand drifted down to rub his heavily padded butt, the diaper’s plastic crinkling softly under her touch. Lili had been so quiet. Worried when he woke up, then just holding him without saying a word. She’d had dried tear tracks on her cheeks. While he’d been unconscious from fainting, she’d been crying. Seeing her like that, looking so lost and broken, scared him. It let him know his situation really was hopeless if even fiery Lili didn’t know how to fight this. Anger ket his usual resignation from settling in. He couldn’t accept this. He wouldn’t. Good boy, bad boy, it no longer mattered. Fight or comply, the results would be the same. What were his options? Lili was graduating high school. She was 18. An adult. Why couldn’t he be a big boy and go with her? He was 18 too. Those thoughts warmed a shrivelled, cold part of himself that only Lili had managed to touch; the parts of him he’d learned to suppress, such as his own hopes and dreams and feelings. Good boys were obedient, and he’d put obedience before anything else. A future with Lili, he had to at least try for. To try, he had to face Beatrice’s apathy. He nuzzled into Lili’s warmth and growled around the nipple filling his mouth. Lili froze at his soft growl. She’d never heard him utter such a sound, full of pain, hurt, fear and anger. “Cameron? Baby?” Her voice was hesitant, uncertain. He looked up at her, his eyes burning. His paci fell from pink lips. “Take me away. Let’s run away. I don’t wanna leave you. Don’t let them take me.” LIli looked to the side, unable to met his fervent gaze. “I don’t want you to go, either. But this is big, Cam. We can’t fight this alone. Running away won’t work. The old bat has custody of you. I’d just be arrested for kidnapping you. We’d be delaying the inevitable.” She snorted in self disgust, a flicker of her usual, bold self. “I tried on my own last time, to become your babysitter. I royally fucked that up.” Her empty, defeated tone soured with self-loathing. “All this time we’ve been laying here, I’ve been thinking on what to do. I got nothing. All I keep thinking is how I’m gonna lose you. I don’t know what to do. This isn’t like me. I hate it.” Her voice hitched as she sucked in a harsh breath then clutched his slim, soft body to hers like she wanted to hold him forever. Cameron touched his forehead to hers, his body trembling. His diaper crinkled, hr hand squeezing the thick padding. His heart sped up, panic and desperation spurred him on. “Me, too. But you did it before. You promised you’d be my babysitter and you are. You can do anything! You survived a tiger attack, spat on a judge- you’re not even scared of Max! I can’t do this on my own. Please, Lili? I need you. I’m scared, too. And I’m sick of it. I can’t be a baby anymore. It’s not safe. I wanna be a big boy. With you. Please, help me.” Not a trace of a toddler lisp. This was the most backbone she’d ever heard from him. And she had nothing to offer him; her heart broke. Sorrow and guilt twisted her guts. Those papers she’d seen on Beatrice’s desk had been a wrecking ball to her world. Normally, she was always ready to fight, consequences be damned. But now...Cameron had somehow waddled into her heart. Losing him was more devastating than the tiger attack. She wasn’t sure she could survive this. She’d never felt so vulnerable before, was never at risk of losing something so precious. She’d already concocted a dozen schemes. Running away had been her first thought. But they were all too risky, too dangerous. For the first time, she was weighing the risks, judging the odds instead of going off half cocked. Nothing she thought up had a vague chance of success. Her thoughts ran in desperate, futile circles, leaving her afraid and confused. And now soft, sweet Baby Cameron was trying to spur her on. She hugged him again. “Do you have any ideas? Besides running away? Because I don’t. Last time, Asha-” Lili cut herself off mid sentence, eyes wide like a lightbulb just clicked on. She’d been thinking in terms of her and Cameron VS the world. But what if it wasn’t like that? They had nothing to lose and if worse came to worse, she’d go with one of her more reckless plans. “That’s it!” She abruptly sat up, pulling Cameron with her. The crinkle of his diaper filled the quiet nursery. “Come on! You wanna be a big boy, yeah? There might be a way to make that happen. Let’s go, we’ve got no time to waste.” Lili got up. She’d left the side of the crib down, and she had lain with Cameron, placing her body between him and the open side to protect him and keep him from falling out. Once she was standing, she held her hand out to him. “Lili?” Cameron stared at the sudden transformation, startled and relieved. She’d been so broken, so...so much like he usually was, how he usually felt deep inside. Yet in a flash, once she had a plan, she back back to feisty self. He wished he could bounce back like that. But if she had a plan…. He smiled, full of hope. Maybe they weren’t so helpless after all. He placed his hand in hers; she helped him to his feet then led him to the nursery door. Her adrenaline swept him up, so he didn’t question her plans or where they were going. Just doing something, anything, proactive relieved the tight bubble of dread in his chest. “Hey, Cam. It’s about time you had a sleep over at my place, yeah?” Lili grinned at him over her shoulder, her joy so infectious he couldn’t help but smile back. Usually, he’d be afraid of a new situation. Hell, he’d even have a panic attack back when they went for ice cream. But with the return of his father looming over him, with the stability of his life destroyed, nowhere was safe. Anything, anywhere was fine. As long as he was with Lili. He squeezed on her fingers and crinkled after her.
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  2. Chapter One When Emily looked at Scott, she saw someone that could give her the world. He came from a very affluent family and he never seemed to want for anything. He lavished her with expensive dates and gifts. He took her to the finest restaurants in town and took great interest in her body. He made sure she went to the gym, paying for her membership. He preferred her body to be waxed completely, claiming it was quite the turn on. She didn’t just like him for his money, but his personality as well. He was kind, sweet, someone that she could depend on. Then the day came where it was time for her to meet his mother. They had been dating for a year and he told Emily that his mom was so excited to meet her. The first thing Emily noticed about Scott’s mother, Nora, was that she was tall. Though, to someone at 5”3 like Emily, everyone seemed tall to her. The woman had large bosoms and wore a matronly dress, complete with an apron. She swooped Scott into a hug, planting a big kiss to his cheek before looking down at Emily. “Well aren’t you a beauty,” she said. “Spin in a circle for me, darling.” “Mother…” Scott began, only to get a pop to his bottom. That was odd for Emily to see. Scott was 25 years old and his mother still spanked him? She tried to remind herself that Scott had explained that his mother was a bit unorthodox. Turning 18 in her home did not make you an adult. She demanded respect. “I was talking to the girl, not you.” Nora gave Emily an expectant look. Emily started to spin in a circle, her cheeks filling with blush as Nora pinched her behind. “Very cute,” she said. “Mother, please…” “Scott, unless you would like a trip over Mother’s knee, I’d suggest you cut it out. Now, I’m going to go check on dinner.” Scott sighed as she walked into the other room. “I’m sorry, like I said, she views me as a child.” “I think all mothers do in some way.” Emily wanted to comfort him, but the comment weirded her out just a bit. “You could stand up to her, you know.” Scott shook his head. “Mother has done a lot for me, for this family. We owe it to her.” “We?” “I have a sister, Janie. She doesn’t live here anymore, she moved to Texas a year ago.” “Oh.” This was the first Emily had heard of any sister. “I have to use the bathroom. Where is it?” “Down the hall, second door on the left.” Emily followed the directions and started to open the door, when she heard some crying going on in the room across from it. She turned to open that one, only to have Nora step in front of her. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” “It sounds like there’s a baby crying. I was just…” “You were just being a nosy child, weren’t you?” Emily wanted to protest that she was not a child, she was 21 years old. Something in her, told her that was not a good idea given the strictness in Nora’s eyes. “No, ma’am. I was just trying to help.” “I did not ask for that.” She noticed that Emily was lingering outside the bathroom. “I suggest you go, before you pee your pants.” Emily slowly nodded and went to the bathroom. She was quick about it, anxious hear what was going on. She washed her hands and lingered outside the door that Nora had gone into, listening to her talk in a cooing voice. It was the nicest she had sounded since Emily’s arrival. “Well sweetums, that’s why Mommy told you to eat before we had company over. Oh, I know, well come here, Mommy will feed you.” Tilting her head, Emily went back into the living room and sat next to her boyfriend. “I know you spoke of Janie, but do you have another baby sibling?” Scott tensed up. “Why do you ask that?” “I heard a baby crying and your mom stopped me from going in the room it was coming from. When I was finished up in the bathroom, I heard her cooing to someone, like a baby.” “Oh. Well…that’s kind of a complicated story.” “I can handle it.” “My mom took Teddy in and she treats him like her own.” “Oh, like a foster situation?” “Something like that.” Nora returned from the down the hall a few minutes later, buttoning up her blouse. That was odd to her. If she was fostering Teddy, why would she be breast feeding him? She wondered if baby she had taken off her blouse so he didn’t spit up on it, yes, that would make a lot of sense. “Teddy isn’t joining us for dinner?” Emily asked. Nora shot Scott a look before turning to Emily. “Scott told you about Teddy?” “Yeah, he said you were fostering him or something. Does he not eat with you guys?” “Teddy ate before you arrived. It’s his bedtime now.” “Really, it’s not even 7…” “I didn’t ask you to judge my parenting skills, young lady.” “Oh, no, I wasn’t…” “Really, because it seems like you were.” Nora walked over to her, towering over her even more considering Emily was sitting down. “I don’t know how your mother raised you, young lady, but this is not how we act in this home. I am the mother, you are the guest. You will treat me with some respect. Do you understand?” “I really meant no disrespect…” “I asked you a question.” Emily swallowed. “Yes, I understand, ma’am.” “Good.” Nora’s demeanor seemed to switch almost immediately and she was suddenly smiling. “I’m trying to not hold all of this against you. This is surely Scotty’s fault for not explaining how the rules of my house go. I have very strict expectations for guests and he is not to bring them here unless they are willing to follow them.” Emily looked over at Scott, who was hanging his head in shame. She had never really seen someone be so strict. Growing up, if she went to a friend’s house, normally the guest got away with more. Yet, Nora seemed to have a very different way of viewing things. “Now, let’s put all this unpleasantness behind us and go have a nice dinner,” Nora said. Scott instantly nodded and followed his mom into the kitchen. Emily followed behind, trying to figure out this strange new woman. They had a lovely dinner of chicken and potatoes, Nora was the kind to pile on the food, even after you were saying you were full. Emily was afraid of coming off as disrespectful once more, so she ate every single thing put on her plate. By the end of dinner, she was definitely bloating up a bit and was a little tired, feeling like she had a food coma. “Perhaps we should hit the hay,” Emily suggested to Scott after they had been forced into two slices of cheesecakes a piece. “It’s been a long day.” “I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping,” Nora said. “I put your suitcases in your rooms while you were eating the cheesecake.” “Rooms?” “Unmarried people do not share a room in my home.” Emily nodded, she supposed that was fair. It wasn’t as if she had been planning to do anything anyway. Nora lead the way up the stairs and Scott kissed Emily on the cheek to say goodnight. He retreated through one of the doors and Nora opened one across the hall. Emily couldn’t believe what she saw on the inside. It was decked out to be a little girl’s room, just clearly made for a teenager to fit in. The walls were bubble gum pink and had pictures of fairytales all over them. The wardrobe was pure white and had little unicorns on the handles. A pile of stuffed animals were on the floor, near a table set up for tea. In the middle of the room was a canopy bed that had ruffly pink bedding and an array of fluffy pillows. A bookshelf was in the corner, but rather than having actual things to read, it had dolls and other children’s toys. “This was my daughter Jeanie’s bedroom.” “At what age?” Nora cocked an eyebrow. “Why, up until she moved out about a year ago. She was 28.” She continued on without missing a beat as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Clean towels are in the bathroom, your suitcase is in the closet. Sweet dreams, Emily.” With that, Nora walked out the door, shutting it behind her. Emily looked around the room in horror. “It’s just three days,” she mumbled to herself. “Just three days.” She went to the closet and grabbed her suitcase, pulling out a pair of flannel pajamas to wear. She quickly changed and brushed her teeth before climbing into bed. The sheets were comfortable, but she still felt pretty childish. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was what Janie’s room looked like, what did Scott’s? Shaking the thought from her mind, Emily rolled over in bed and fell asleep. It truly had been a long day. ***** “Up and at ‘em!” Nora’s voice woke Emily up the next morning. She blinked a few times before looking at the unicorn clock on the night stand. The bright red letters told her it was 6:30. “Nora, do you mind if I get just a little more sleep?” “Yes, I do. Now get out of bed.” “I’ll get up in a half hour,” Emily mumbled, closing her eyes and pulled the covers closer. “Did I say a half hour or did I say now?!?” Nora thundered. She ripped the covers off Emily, which caused her eyes to flicker open in shock. “We have a big day ahead of us, so get out of bed and head downstairs. My son has something he needs to tell you.” Emily frowned, but climbed out of bed. She went to the closet to get changed, only to have Nora grab hold of her arm. “You can change later, let’s go.” “Nora, look, I appreciate that this is your home, but I really would prefer…” Emily was cut off by Nora’s hand colliding with her behind. Her eyes widened at the assault and she looked up at her boyfriend’s mother, who didn’t seem phased at all. “I didn’t ask what you preferred. Downstairs, now.” “You can’t just…” Another smack to her butt cut her off. “Hey!” She pulled away from Nora and stormed down the stairs, where she saw Scott standing with his bags packed. “Thank God, I need to get my stuff and then we’re out of here. Your mother is insane, she tried to spank me!” Scott nodded. “I thought she might.” “Let me just grab my bag…” “Emily, you don’t understand, I’m leaving and you’re staying.” Emily snorted. “Yeah, right. I’m not spending one more minute in this hell hole.” “You don’t have a choice.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “My mother was never going to let me go unless I found her a replacement. It was the only way for both me and Janie. She found my mom a baby boy, I found her a baby girl.” “But I’m not a baby!” Suddenly, Emily felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Nora standing there, a sick smile on her face. “Oh yes, Emykins. You certainly are.”
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  3. I would say my number one fetish (slightly above ABDL) is desperation and wetting. I love the feeling of having an achingly full bladder and being desperate to use the toliet, holding it until I end up wetting myself. I also love, love, love watching someone else wiggle, dance, moan, whine, and beg to use the bathroom before inevitably soaking their pants.
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  4. I’ve been curious about the adult baby community since I seen some shows about it on television. Although I stopped breastfeeding my “real
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  5. A Fox in the Snow I almost missed her. There was a rustle on the path, off to my right, a flash of orange. A whimper. The crisp white crumpled beneath my feet, a cacophony with each step as I wandered away from the path. It couldn't have been. They were too rare. But that orange, that color, that sound... you couldn't track them, they left no prints. No one understood exactly what they were, but they were beautiful and sweet and gentle - and had been creatures of myth until just a couple of years ago. The first one captured had made worldwide headlines - real, live fox girl. The kitsune, they called her. A few more had turned up after that, once the owner of the first girl shared some details about what they eat, where they live, what they like. But they were so rare - they left no trace, they left no track, they left no scent... I sighed, my breath a steaming cloud as I looked around - the path was no longer in sight, I had wandered well into the woods and the trees were so much thicker here. I shivered, bringing my fingers to my mouth as I breathed into my cupped hands. I didn't live too far from here, this was my "summer home"... I did it kind of backwards from most people though. I fled the warm weather of the summer to go someplace cold. I had built my own place not far from the Canadian border in northern Alaska and I liked it here. My nearest neighbor was three miles away and it was just me and nature. The perfect place to write. And that's all this chase was, most likely. Just a silly fantasy, wishing for a kitsune of my very own - as if I'd find one in the wilds of Alaska. Rubbing my hands together, I turned and began the trek back to the trail, to my cabin that I had designed and commissioned myself. I got the land for a song, no oil, no resources - just a chunk of tundra to hide from the blazing heat of south Texas where I wintered. My mind turned back toward my story, wondering where my characters would take me next... When I spotted her. Just the tip of her tail, a touch of orange and a tuft of white poking out from the brush. I'm not even sure HOW I spotted it, I had almost missed it... but there she was. I parted the branches of the shrub, my heart racing as I hoped against hope that it was real, that this was real life... And I saw her green eyes close as my own brown ones fell upon her. Her breathing was shallow. Her face was pained. My heart clenched as I leaned closer... and saw the blood, and the bone poking out from her shin. A compound fracture. Kitsune supposedly healed very quickly but without treatment, she would never run again - if she could even heal that break on her own. I pulled out my satphone and dialed the emergency line even as I crawled into the brush to crouch next to her. "Northway Dispatch, what's the emergency?" the voice asked on the other end. "Compound fracture of the tibia," I said matter-of-factly. "I need medical assistance." I rattled off what passed for the address of my cabin as the dispatcher promised that assistance would arrive soon. I bundled her up in my arms, wishing I could feel that soft down right now as I did - she was breathtakingly beautiful. Pale, creamy skin and long, red hair.. I averted my eyes from her mound, glimpsing the fiery patch there unintentionally. Other than being bare ass naked in the tundra, there was little that would reveal her as non-human... except for those ears and that tail. A perfect match in color for with her hair, her tail was bushy and looked incredibly soft, and fox ears poked up from the top of her head, white tipped and twitching. She cried out, the softest, smallest cry as I lifted her from the brush. "Shh," I soothed. "You're hurt. I just want to help you." They couldn't talk, of course - not at first. The oh-so-cleverly-named Vixen, the first kitsune, had learned some words eventually but initially they were little more than wild animals. She would likely bite me if she could, but the heat radiated from her body - she was feverish, not even for her kind. I could feel her warmth through my own layers as I carried her, my feet breaking through the rough packed snow as I trudged back to the cabin. We didn't have to wait long for the Doc. I put a kettle on and fetched as many towels as I could muster. I laid the kitsune on my bed, managing to lose only a bare few moments to staring at her breathtaking, haunting beauty. Those green eyes had caught me - they were impossibly deep. Emeralds in the snow of her flesh. Her lips were an equally deep red, parted with her ragged breaths. They were sentient, kitsune, but animalistic. Feral. Untamed. But there was no intelligence in her eyes now. Only pain. The fever, the aches, must have been agony, and I found myself stroking her hair, running my fingers along the impossibly soft tufts of her ears, even as I laid the cool, damp cloth across her forehead. I wanted nothing more in the entire world than to kiss this girl - not girl... kitsune. It hit me like a truck when I realized that there was a real, actual kitsune in my bed. My hand trembled, my own lips quivering as my heart hurt for the beautiful creature. I was saved by a knock at the door. Doc Murphy was young, dashing - living the life of the frontier medic, dreaming of a wilder time when the world itself wasn't so tame. Days long, long before cellphone towers sprouted across the landscape and supplies could be ordered from Amazon in Anchorage. The wilds out here might have been secluded, but they weren't the frontier days gone by. "Liv," he called as he opened my door. I was unreasonably shocked at the intrusion and it took a moment for me to realize he probably thought I was laid up with a broken leg. "Doc," I responded, stepping out of the bedroom and into the living area where he was knocking the snow off his boots, a heavy black medical bag in one hand. "She's in here." "She?" Doc echoed - I knew his name, Justin Murphy, but he was always Doc to me. "Who's visitin.. " His voice trailed off as he rounded the corner of my room, witnessing my kitsune in all her glory, crumpled on my bed and panting softly. I didn't miss the sudden point in the front of his trousers, either. Kitsune had that effect on many - I certainly wasn't immune, my thoughts still turned toward kissing the creature. "I found her near Moose Creek," I offered, pulling back the cooling towel I had soaked with hot water and laid over her wound. Doc, to his credit, didn't even draw a sharp breath through his teeth the way I had expected - but the protruding bone broke the kitsune's lure on him, and he set to work. It was a tough evening - the cries of the kitsune were horrible as he worked the bone back inside her, as he manipulated her flesh until the inside parts were back inside. She screamed and cried and I had to lash her to the bedposts with belts and blankets so he could work. I sat by her, stroking her cheek, petting her soft ears and promising that it would be over soon, that we didn't want to hurt her even as Doc did just that. I hoped she was intelligent enough to see that we had her best interests at heart. Even with the morphine he had given her, the pain must have been incredible to draw out those animal wails - her metabolism burned through the medicine too quickly, he had pondered aloud. He told me he was afraid of giving her too much - he was no expert on kitsune. But who was? She survived. By the end, my bed was covered in blood and piss and my poor kitsune was passed out - from the pain or the drugs, I'd never know, but she slept while he wrapped her leg in the cast. I'd have to take her to the city at some point, but that was a ways off. I needed to get her stable - fed, cleaned, healed some - before we made that seven hour drive. And I had to figure out what I needed to do to legally claim her before I did that. Taking a real, live kitsune into town without some proof that she was mine was asking for her to be snatched right from under me and there was no guarantee the local lawmen would have her best interests at heart at all. They'd probably sell her off to some rich oil asshole before I could blink. I had some research to do. * * * It had been two days since Doc Murphy had left. He had sworn himself to secrecy while I figured everything out - he was a good guy, a good friend. I was lucky to know him. I did my best to get water and medicine - antibiotics and painkillers - into her but Kit... and yes, I realized what an impossibly stupid name I had given her but it was how I thought of her already, so it stuck... didn't make it easy. She wasn't awake for long and when she was it was whimpers, whines, and cries. The supplies I needed had come in and while it wasn't easy to thread an unconscious fox-girl's tail through a small hole in the back of a diaper, I managed. There was something sexy about the puffy plastic-covered underwear on the girl... I couldn't quite put my finger on it, though. Maybe it was just because that was what they always wore on TV. The only other thing she wore was a solid steel collar - seamless - with a single, round, dangling tag. Kit Olivia Lewis Northway 726-555-8762 The tag wouldn't come off easily, and neither would the collar. It wasn't enough to make a legal claim, but it would certainly help. I was still working on that part. In fact, I was still working on that very conundrum when I heard her rustling around in the bedroom. I rose from my seat and tried my best not to rush to her, walking calmly through my cabin to my bedroom. I had made her a bedroll on the floor after I had cleaned up my bedding - but the pillows and blankets were everywhere when I entered the room. It was impossible that she had made such a mess without making a noise... but quiet came naturally to them. She was sitting on the floor, her red tail whipping back and forth wildly as she tugged fiercely on the leash that kept her tied to the leg of the bed. She whimpered with effort, a wince coming to her face as she shifted wrong and her leg hurt her. She was trying with everything she had to pull free, but I had chosen the reinforced leash I had for a reason. "Hey there, Kit," I called softly from the doorway. Her head whipped around, leveling those breathtaking eyes upon me as her brows arched together. She scooted away, her back pressed against the nightstand as she whimpered. She looked so human, but at the same time... not. There was a fire in her eyes, an inner light that shone around that slit pupil - no human had eyes like that, not naturally. She looked like she had eyeliner on, but I knew that was just part of her natural coloring. I stepped cautiously toward her, moving slowly and holding my hands up, palms up, in what I hoped would be a nonthreatening gesture. After three steps, she tried to dart away, dropping low until her breasts were almost touching the floor and attempting to crawl away with what I was sure would have been incredible speed... but the leash held fast. She turned and tugged again, grunting in frustration as she looked at me and whined. "I can't let you go," I explained, as though she could understand me. "Your leg is hurt... " And you're mine now. I couldn't seem to voice that last thought even though I knew in my heart that I would never release her. She would never be wild again, she would be mine forever... "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I want to help you." Reaching the foot of the bed, I pulled a small container of jerky from the bag of supplies, drawing out a piece and holding it up so she could see it. "Here you go, Kit," I said soothingly, holding out the fragrant meat. Her back was against the nightstand again, the leash pulled taut as she still tried to escape. I set the jerky down between us and backed away, kneeling and waiting. "Go on," I nodded at the food. "You must be hungry. You haven't eaten in two days." The plastic of her diaper rustled as she leaned forward gracefully, snatching the jerky from the floor with shocking swiftness and holding it to her mouth, sniffing it before biting into it with her sharp teeth. So human... and yet so very not. I took another piece from the bag, setting it a little closer to me before I sat down on the ground and waited. She stared it it, and me, for many long moments, motionless. I wouldn't believe she was real if I hadn't carried her here myself. She was surprisingly light - I wondered how tall she stood at her full height. I wasn't exactly big and I had carried her back to the cabin - quite a hike - easily. She stared but didn't move for the longest, but from everything I had read, patience was the key with kitsune. I watched passively, not pushing the jerky closer, not calling her, not enticing her... just waiting. I had time, she wasn't going anywhere. And eventually, she scooted forward slightly and snatched the small piece and stuffed it into her mouth, drawing a soft laugh from me which sent her scrambling backward and cowering. I cursed myself silently as I set out another small piece, just very slightly closer to me, and waited. It took no fewer than twenty-six small tidbits of jerky, but eventually... I got her to take one from my hand. "Liv," I said softly as I pointed to myself. She wasn't retreating all the way back to the nightstand now, she hadn't for the past several pieces. I offered a much larger piece, one that would take her a while to gnaw, as I pointed to her and said, "Kit." She reached for the larger piece tentatively, carefully, and I ran my fingers along hers as she took the jerky - she was soft. Very soft. Impossibly soft. My fingertips tingled ever so slightly where I had caressed her hands. The energy between us was electric... and she was crawling toward me. Her eyes looked different now, hungry in a new way, those deep green jewels staring deep into my own eyes... I jolted at her touch, finding myself rearing back as her face came so close to mine. And she sniffed me! Her nostrils flaring as she apparently took in my scent. Just before she snapped at me, those sharp teeth snapping closed uncomfortably close to my face, her neck and shoulders straining at the end of the leash. Without even thinking, before the shock of how bad that almost was kicked in, I reached up and smacked my hand in a downward motion, right across her nose. The kitsune yelped and collapsed to the floor, covering her nose with her very human hands - but those quite inhuman teeth had almost taken a chunk of my face. "Bad girl," I scolded, my hand shaking with adrenaline as I reached forward, threatening. I had worked with dogs enough to know not to cower in front of one - I had let myself forget that she was a wild animal. No matter how much like a beautiful girl she appeared to be, she was a feral creature, wounded and trapped in a place that was not her habitat. She whined and scooted away from me, her diapered rear in the air, her tail drooping between her legs as she tried to make herself seem smaller. It was only then that the gravity of the near miss caught up with me. I stood quickly and left the room without a backwards glance - that would be showing weakness. Once I got to the kitchen, I unsteadily moved through the motions of making myself a coffee. She almost bit me, my mind reeled. She could have taken off my nose with one bite! That wasn't a thing they ever showed on the shows - kitsune were always shown as docile, obedient, loving... but the creatures paraded on the talk shows were owned, broken in. Would Kit ever reach that point? Should I keep her? I wanted to. She was gorgeous - and kitsune supposedly made amazing companions. I was beyond lucky at having found her - and she was lucky I had been the one to do so. I wanted to keep her out of a desire to help her heal, to love her, for her to be my companion. Another person might have wanted her to sell her, to study her, to dissect her. I barely knew her but I knew that I wanted to love her, and earn her love. I was startled from my reverie by a ripping sound, the sound of tapes... "Oh hell," I grumbled, heading back into the bedroom. Sure enough, Kit had torn off the diaper and thrown it across the room. "Kit!" I cried, grabbing a fresh one from the pack. "Bad girl!" My heart broke as she withered, shrinking away from me and whimpering. She curled up on the floor, her ears flat back against her hair, that bushy tail wrapped around her knees as she shook. I leaned down cautiously - ready to jerk my hand back and away from those teeth - and stroked her nose gently, sliding my fingertips smoothly along her skin. She winced and tensed at first, but relaxed quickly. I set the diaper on the bed and reached for another piece of jerky, a big one, and guided her up onto the bed, grazing my fingers along her taut stomach. I held up the treat for her, which was quickly taken - and I praised her while I began the task of rediapering her. "Good girl Kit," I cooed as I slid the unfolded diaper underneath her, lifting her hips and guiding them. "Good girl," I soothed as she whimpered, gnawing on the large piece of dried meat. I carefully guided her tail through the hole and powdered her once again as I drew it closed and taped it shut. And not a moment too soon. Not more than a few seconds later, a soft hiss came from the diaper, which grew swollen and yellowed as she went. She had taken off the diaper to avoid this... I was really glad I had caught it in time. Grabbing another piece of jerky, I handed it to her, stroking her stomach for a moment before sliding my hand to the front of her diaper. Positive reinforcement was important at this stage, and associating a wet diaper with pleasant feelings, food, and soothing sounds would keep her from wanting to take it off next time. It was surprising that she had reacted to a verbal scolding so quickly, so thoroughly - but I wasn't going to complain either. Hitting her, even a gentle strike on the nose the way I had, was not something I enjoyed. The jerky gone, she sat up slowly, looking sadly down at her leg in the cast. She scratched at it, her nails scraping along the hardened shell, a soft whimper coming from her throat. It probably hurt. "I know," I agreed with her unspoken complaint, carefully and tenderly stroking her fiery hair. It was softer than I had expected. She flinched at first, but relaxed as I continued. "I know it hurts, and I'm sorry. It's healing. Hopefully Doc got it in time and the bone will set right. You're not exactly well understood, you know? But I don't think you were going to make it out there in the snow with that leg the way it was. I am sorry." I was - Doc had implied that if it wasn't perfect, she might walk with a limp forever, and that was generally a bad thing for a wild animal. I was keeping her, but a lame leg would soothe my conscience. It was a terrible thing to hope for, I felt bad thinking it. The purr she let out caught me by surprise. The meat was gone and her eyes were closed, her hands resting on her stomach, her chin tilted up in the air, her throat bared, her chest heaving... and her hips grinding into my hand. I blushed fiercely as I realized what she was doing - but I didn't pull away, I didn't scold her. She was bonding with me... not quite the way I had intended, but she was being vulnerable in a way I hadn't expected. Her tail thrashed back and forth as she rocked, a low moan coming from her throat. The tip of that fluffy tail brushed against my arm over and over as she bucked, panting against me. I pressed my hand in harder, dragging my nails gently across her side, across her stomach as she moaned a very human-like moan. She shuddered, her tongue lolling as she arched, her moans a crescendo that matched her body. "Good girl," I told her, rubbing the diaper between her legs, encouraging her to savor that afterglow... if a kitsune had such a thing. "Good girl. Kit is a good girl." I wouldn't want her humping my hand all the time, but this was vastly preferable to her trying to bite me, for sure. As she slipped off to sleep, I slipped from the room, blinking with disbelief at the events that had just occurred. There was a kitsune in my bed. And she was mine. In ways I hadn't expected.
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  6. Evenin'! Here is Chapter 3 for you! Chapter 3 Interesting, isn’t it? The lives we lead others to believe we live, all while hiding or struggling with something that most people don’t even know about. I’m a geek, and while most people know that, they don’t have a clue about my seemingly unhealthy obsession with having to research the hell out of something to get my answers. I don’t really see a need to share it with anyone and everyone around me, but I know that guys I’ve dated in the past would eventually find out. Some took it well, some didn’t seem to really understand or care, and others said it was really weird and would soon end our relationship. It never really hurt me, though, but it also wasn’t a big deal for me, because it’s who I was. It was a part of me that I would never let go of. Michael’s a genuinely good guy who also liked being cared for, and held, and diapered, and waited on hand and foot. Aside from his little pizzeria post, he was actually very good at keeping his double life a secret. And a lot of posts in the community he was part of reflected this, as well as him feeling constantly torn between accepting it and hating it. It’s strange (even stranger than all five feet of me), but reading more into Michael’s “other life” as he called it, it became evident that even with many failed attempts of him trying to walk away from the diapers and adult baby stuff, he simply could not. He’d even gone so far as to recently write that he didn’t even care if someone he was in a relationship with wasn’t into the fetish. He just wanted them to acknowledge that it was there so he wouldn’t have to hide it from them (although, he did also mention that having someone indulge him would be a nice bonus). Something stirred in me, though I couldn’t put my finger on what at the time. Part of me figured it was my overwhelming curiosity, or maybe I even felt bad for the guy, having to hide a part of him forever. I wanted to help him bring it out, even if that’s all I could do for him. Granted, there was a chance that he’d get very upset if he found out what I did to discover his secret, but I had a few ideas to see if I could draw it out of him and see it for myself. Thus began my plan! The next day, I decided to pay Michael a visit at his store again. Despite having his number and not really even needing to buy anything else at that time, I thought it better to see him in person. Walking into Roman’s RAM & More, there were three other people in the store this time, one with Michael and the other two perusing. When Michael saw me, his cute baby face lit up immediately. He gave a genuine smile and waved, whispering, “I’ll be with you in a sec!” before helping his current customer. Being the awkward, living antithesis of a social butterfly that I am, I paced from section to section, taking a peek at different video cards printers, mouse and keyboard combos, and other things I had no need for at the time. It wasn’t long before Michael finished up with his current customer, and he hurried over to me, a bottled water in his hand. The bottle was clearly cold, as condensation on the outside dripped with every little movement. Before he got to me, I called out, “Uh oh. You’re leaking!” I was of course referring to his water bottle, but he didn’t know that, and the comment caught him off guard. Michael’s face burned as he chuckled nervously, not quite understanding what I was referring to right away. “Your water bottle, silly!” I joked, pointing to the drops of water getting all over the floor. “Oh! Haha! Yeah, it happens sometimes! But anyway, um, hi, Erica!” he said in a flustered tone. “Hello there, Michael.” “Did the thermal paste work okay?” “Like a charm,” I replied, “it took longer to take my rig apart than to put the actual paste on!” Knowing that being too straightforward would make Michael suspicious, I chose to only dance around his little diapered secret a little at a time, adding a few fibs here and there, just to see his reaction. “Ugh, I know how that goes,” he sighed, “all that work for one measly step! But, I’m glad it worked, and it’s good to see you again!” “Likewise! I mean, it’s pretty cool in here, and before a couple of days ago, I never really checked the place out. Hell, I haven’t checked a lot of places out in a while.” “Oh? Busy?” “Yeah, especially this past week. Between work, messing around with my rig, and babysitting.” Michael looked a little surprised by the last part of my sentence. Just to be clear, I hadn’t been babysitting. This was another means of toying with him a bit, to which I continued. “What? I don’t look like the babysitting type?” I smirked. “O-ohh, it isn’t that,” Michael replied quickly, “it’s just that I saw how you were with that unruly customer, and I know some kids can be quite unruly themselves.” With surgical precision, I made my next move with a fib, remembering some of Michael’s fantasies he’d posted. “Kids can indeed be unruly. But, babies are pretty easy…..and so adorable! I’ve been babysitting my little nephew. He’s just a little over a year old. Babies are a lot of work, but I just love giving them snuggles, and patting their little diapered butts, and bouncing them in my arms, and feeding them, and, ugh! Listen to how ridiculous I’m sounding.” “N-no, it’s okay, Erica!” Michael said, pulling at his collar. I was getting to him, alright. His face was a dead giveaway, as if what I was saying triggered something in him. “Michael, you’re looking flustered! Is someone jealous?” I made a pouty face, eliciting a huge blush from Michael. He looked down and coughed into his arm a bit, trying to distract himself from what I was saying. “N-not at all. It just-you just sound like you’re a great babysitter, is all.” “I like to think I am. Most little ones I’ve babysat have taken a liking to me. And I almost have a sixth sense when it comes to knowing when someone's got a wet or stinky diaper, too! Well, not so much the stinky part. That just takes a few sniffs. But I’ve got no issues with changing any diaper that comes my way. No matter how big or small, how wet or messy!” “U-um, yeah.” Michael nodded with a shy laugh. His face was still quite red. Was he imagining me doing all of this to him? Most likely. The way he subconsciously hid his face, looked around, and wiggled during my part of the conversation told me he was getting very embarrassed. And again, it was so darn cute! I could’ve just pinched his blushing red cheeks and coaxed it out of him some more, but I didn’t want to get that much into it while the poor guy was at work. One thing I did notice was that he didn’t appear to be wearing a diaper. I couldn’t hear it if he was, anyway, and I wasn’t about to check out his butt. “Ugh, there I go again. Sorry. I tend to go off on rants.” I lied. “Like I said, it’s fine. So, um, just checking things out here?” “Yeah. That, and I wanted to tell you that you saved me a lot of trouble by not having to order what I needed online! So, thank you!” “You’re welcome. And, thank you for the other day, Erica. I really appreciate that. It’s been a pretty rough few weeks, and I don’t think I could’ve made it through the other day without your help.” “Aww, I’m sorry, but I’m glad I could help!” “More than you might think! And actually, um…” Michael stammered. “What is it?” “...well, as a thank you, would you be open to grabbing a coffee or drink sometime?” Didn’t I tell you? Interesting stuff! Now personally, I didn’t have a real desire to get into any type of long and meaningful relationship. No, that doesn’t mean I like to fool around, either. I just wasn’t really looking for anything in particular. But again, this desire to help Michael and to further delve into the world of curiosity was too big to ignore. “Ohhh, is someone asking me on a date?” I asked with a wink. “W-well, I mean. It doesn’t have to be a date, per se. Maybe just get to know each other a little more outside of work. But, I mean, I’m totally cool if you’re not okay with that.” “How cute! But, I think that sounds good, actually. I’m not terribly good with remembering certain things, so here.” I dug through my purse, pulling out a small piece of paper before looking around for a pen. Michael conveniently had one in his shirt pocket, so I pulled it, making him laugh. I scribbled my number down, writing my name with an awful drawing of a face smirking and handing it to him. “This is my number. Just shoot me a text or something later when you’re off work. We’ll figure out a time. And don’t ghost me, because I’ll beat you up if you do.” “Wait, what? I’d never-” Michael looked surprised as he took my number. “-Ha, I know! I’m only kidding. Or am I?” I gave a menacing stare and did my best impersonation of an evil laugh, making Michael laugh and everyone else in the store look over at us. “W-well, I will definitely reach out to you a little later. Thank you.” “Any time, Michael! I’ll see you soon, or else!” I winked before leaving the store. Phase one was complete. I toyed around with him, and was now curious as to whether he’d post something about it online. I’d press the issue a little more during this little get together. It did make me wonder how he’d react if he found out I was researching him so much. My guess at the time was that he’d be equal parts upset, angry, and terribly nervous that I’d say something to everyone. That isn’t what I wanted, though. No, I wanted to see if this man was as genuine, as “him” in real life as he was online. And while I still couldn’t quite put my finger on it, I wanted to explore my own motivation for wanting to help Michael.
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  7. No kid wets the bed on purpose.I don't think they would it is not fun wetting the bed as A kid
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  8. Looking down at his bare toes Chris shrugged “I guess, butmommy what if I need to go out like shopping or something I can’t wear baby clothes and I might needs shoes and sockies” he settled in to his breakfast nodding to himself he could be very careful and eat like a big boy! Chris picked up the spoon coughed and immediately the oatmeal came dripping out of his mouth. Down his chin and onto his shirt, He tried to say”it’s real hot mommy” but it came out mumbled
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  9. As you stated previously, one needs to experiment with volume, timing and type of drink till they find what works for them. Early on I discovered a couple 16 oz. 5.6% beers before bed often did the trick. Late in the evening I’d settle in front of the TV slowly sipping on the beers till my bladder filled. Then, after using the bathroom, I’d go to bed and often wet in my sleep. Agree, but it’s difficult to stick with the program when there is no outward progress. For me beer bridged the gap. After more than a few beer induced wet nights my self-image changed to bed-wetter. I’d fall asleep confident it would happen during the night. From there it evolved to regular sleep wetting without alcohol of any kind. I became a bed-wetter, with perseverance anyone can.
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  10. Chapter Two Emily looked in horror from Scott back to Nora. She took off like a shot towards the door, only to have her arm grabbed by Nora. She twisted it and Emily let out a scream of pain. “Stop! You’re hurting me!” “This is what all mothers must do, to keep their babies close.” Emily struggled in her grasp, kicking her legs as the tears welled up in them. “I’m not going to stay here! I’m marrying Scott! I love him!” Nora laughed, shaking her head. “Scott, tell this poor girl the truth.” Emily looked at Scott and saw the guilt in his eyes. He ducked his head and then swallowed. “Mother, may I have a minute?” He asked. “Just a minute. I’ll go check on Teddy, make sure all this fuss didn’t wake him up.” She released Emily from her grasp and the younger woman rubbed at her arm furiously as she walked out of the room. “Please,” Emily panted. “Tell me this is some sick joke.” “Emily, you’ve seen my mother. She’s domineering, smothering. She treats me like a child and she did the same thing with Janie. It started after our father died and she moved us to this neighborhood. Around here, they’re all near or fully grown children, living with their parents until kingdom come. It’s a little community of sorts. It’s protected by security, no one can escape.” “But you did. We met…you have a great job…” Scott sighed, running his fingers through his curls. “Three years ago, Janie and I tried to stick up for ourselves. We attempted to leave and it got us six months of nursery treatment.” “Nursery treatment? What is that?” “It’s…not important. Once it was over, Mother told us that she was going to give us a choice. We could stay here and continue to be her good little children or we could go out and find her replacements.” Emily felt her heart sink. “And that’s why you chose me.” “You’re young, small enough for Mother to carry. You were easy enough to fool, most girls meet mother and within 5 seconds run for the hills. You didn’t mind.” “You can’t just leave me here! It’s illegal! It’s…it’s kidnapping!” Emily stammered. “That’s why I went for the girl that had no family.” Emily swallowed. Come to think of it, on their first date, he had asked a lot of questions about her family and friends. It made her a bit uncomfortable as it was a bit of a sore subject. Both of her parents had been only children and they passed on when she was 15. One set of her grandparents had died off and the other set was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s by the time she started college. They didn’t remember that they once had a son, let alone a granddaughter. She didn’t have many friends either, none that would go looking for her. She was the perfect target. Emily ran to Scott. “Please,” she held onto his jacket. “You’ve lived this! You know this is hell! You can’t leave me here! Take me with you!” “Emily, Mother has security waiting at the gate at the front of the community. They’re searching my car before I leave. If they find you, we’ll both end up here. I can’t do this anymore. I am so sorry. Maybe…maybe one day she’ll set you free.” Scott headed for the door and Emily chased after him, only to have him push her backwards. She fell flat onto her ass and he made a beeline out the door. Emily was trying to get up, when suddenly, Nora appeared over her, a creepy smile on her face. “It’s alright, sweetheart, Mommy’s here.” “You’re not my mommy!” Emily screamed. She bit Nora’s ankle and tried to roll over to escape, but she found herself being lifted over her shoulder. Emily wiggled until she felt her pants being pulled down, followed by her underwear and a firm smack came to follow. She stilled in Nora’s grip, completely terrified. “And you see, if you had been a good girl, I would’ve let you stay in your room upstairs. But since you’re acting like a wiggly baby, you can join Teddy in the nursery.” Nora carried Emily, pants down to her knees to the room that she had forbid her from going in the day before. She set Emily down once they were inside, allowing her to get a good look of everything. It reminded Emily of a daycare center. One side of the room was painted pink, with a changing table in one corner, a wardrobe in the other. Pressed against the wall was a giant oak crib, filled with pink sheets and matching comforter, a few plushies sprinkled about. A unicorn mobile hung above it. The other side of the room was very similar, except it was in blue and his mobile had lions. Emily peered inside the crib and saw there was a young man in there. He looked to be about her age. Fast asleep, he was wearing a pair of blue footie pajamas which had a mysterious bulge. He had a pacifier in his mouth, causing his cheeks to puff out and in his arms was a teddy bear. She looked up at Nora with wide eyes. “You’re fucking crazy, lady.” “And you’re going to learn that we do not talk to Mommy that way.” In the center of the room was a giant playpen filled with babyish toys and games. Emily spotted two wooden rocking horses by the pen, with two oversized high chairs nearby. It was almost like there would be no reason for them to ever leave the room. There were two stools facing against the window. One was pink, the other blue, each reading “Naughty Stool”. In front of it was a rocking chair. Nora took Emily by the hand and dragged her to the chair. She sat down and pulled Emily over her lap. Her bottom was already exposed, so Nora got to work. Emily had never been spanked in her life and Nora was very strong. She laid down one firm smack, followed by another. Emily cried out in pain and kicked her legs, but that only got her three firm smacks to the thighs. “Ow! Stop it! Stop it!” Nora didn’t respond. She continued to smack her bottom, being generous to both cheeks. First she’d smack the left, then the right. Sometimes she’d do a few right on the seat, but either way, she wasn’t stopping. Emily cried out and begged her to stop, but nothing seemed to work. She could hear a particularly young voice asking what was going on. “I’m just punishing your new sister, Snookums,” Nora said calmly. “Mind your business or your next.” Emily thought about what an impression she must be making, but remembered the guy was in a crib wearing pajamas with racecars on them. She focused instead on the pain searing through her behind. “Please! I won’t tell anyone! Just let me go!” But her cries fell on deaf ears. Eventually, she grew limp, bawling over this woman’s lap. She kept her eye on the Little Bo Beep clock on what she presumed to be her side of the room and watched as the numbers spun by. After 30 minutes and a lot of sobbing, Emily’s bottom was a deep shade of red and it matched her face, which was covered in tears. “Now, let’s get you changed.” Nora scooped Emily up and laid her down on the changing table. Emily hissed as her bottom hit the mat, which just made Nora laugh. She unbuttoned Emily’s top, making the younger woman attempt to cover her breasts. Nora swatted those away. “Don’t you worry, Emzy, you don’t have to cover up mosquito bites around Mommy.” Emily glared up at Nora, who just shook her head in return. Nora reached under the changing table and produced a diaper. She slid it beneath Emily’s bottom and smiled. “I see my Scotty made sure to keep you nice and shaven, makes work easier for Mommy.” “I hate Scott,” Emily mumbled, folding her arms over her chest, unaware of how babyish she looked and sounded. “Aw, sweetums, you’ll forgive him someday.” Nora tickled her chin. “You can’t stay mad at your big bubba for very long.” Emily didn’t respond. Nora sprinkled some baby powder onto her bottom and spread it around, which made Emily wiggle a bit. Next came the baby oil, which was rubbed over every square inch of her body, leaving a very infantile scent behind. The diaper was fastened on nice and tight, the cotton feeling strange to Emily’s bottom. The diaper rustled even if she moved an inch and it brought heat to her cheeks. “Let’s pick an outfit for Mommy’s little precious,” Nora cooed. She used the strap in the middle of the pad to lock Emily in so she couldn’t escape and went to the wardrobe. As soon as she opened it, Emily was exposed to the wide array of frilly outfits inside, that seemed to match every color of the rainbow. There was no flannel or black, just lots of pastels, especially pinks. Nora grabbed one of the dresses off the hanger, along with a pair of matching diaper panties and walked back over to Emily. Nora seamlessly dressed her new baby, sliding the panties over the diaper before pulling the dress on as well. Emily tugged on it, but the dress didn’t budge past the rim of the diaper. “Um, this doesn’t fit.” “Of course it does, it’s the style,” Nora told her. “It’s meant to show off your pretty little panties. Now sit up.” She slowly did as asked and found a brush being dragged through her thick mess of hair. She wiggled, screamed and whined, only to get pops to the thighs and to be told to be a good girl. Her hair was sorted into pig tails and Emily felt something being tied to her head, the knot going beneath her chin. Next came the frilly white socks and Mary Janes, with mittens being tied to her hands to immobilize her. Nora shoved a pacifier into her mouth and helped Emily down. “Go check out yourself out in the mirror.” The diaper spread Emily’s legs apart and made it impossible for her to walk normally. Instead, she was forced to toddle, nearly falling over a few times. Finally, she reached the full length mirror and gasped at what she saw there. The dress was light pink, with lots of ruffles and a high collar that puffed out a bit. The dress had buttons down the back of it, making impossible to rip off. It fell just above the matching diaper panties that the diaper definitely stuck out of. A pink bonnet completed the ensemble, especially with the pacifier that-like Teddy’s-puffed out her cheeks and made her look even more infantile. Emily was prepared to run, but as soon as she took a step, she fell onto her bottom. Some baby powder escaped from the diaper and it made Nora laugh. “Alright, my little angel face. You go into the playpen while I get your brother ready.” Nora scooped her up and set her inside, pushing a shape sorter near her. She walked over to the crib, cooing over Teddy, who was kneeling up in his crib. Nora lifted him out. “Ooo, my little schmoopy went poo-poo, didn’t he? Oh, yes he did. Yes he did,” Nora cooed as she took him to the changing table. Emily took in her new “brother” as he was changed. He had brown hair and blue eyes, but for some reason didn’t seem afraid of Nora. She reminded herself that Scott had mentioned Nora had been “fostering” Teddy for a year. It’d make sense if he was more susceptible to what was going on. Clearly, Teddy could talk, but how much of his mind was left? Emily was already being driven crazy by the cooing. Nora changed Teddy’s diaper and then slid some plastic diaper panties over him. He was then dressed in a bright green romper and had his hair combed out. She brought him over to the playpen and deposited him next to Emily. “I’m going to go make my little ones breakfast, you two play nice. Mommy will know.” She removed their pacifiers and gave them each kisses on the lips, which Emily promptly wiped off as soon as Nora was gone. “So…you’re Emily?” Teddy asked. Emily nodded. “And you’re Teddy. When I heard you crying yesterday…” “You thought I was an actual baby?” “Yeah.” “I don’t understand how you’ve been here a year.” “Janie did her homework.” A cloud of anger clearly ran over his eyes at the mention of her name. “I was a young, broke college student who didn’t have any family. Put into the system at birth, aged out at 18. She charmed me with her good looks and money. One day, I was brought over to meet Nora and the rest was history.” “But you still have your mind.” “I don’t think Nora actually wants us to act like babies. She’s fine if you use your words. She just wants people to be her little dolls. Dress you up, feed you, show you around to friends. She wants to be in control.” “No wonder she drove her kids away.” Emily rubbed her bare arm. “Scott never really mentioned her much and now I know why.” “Janie told me some, mostly that her mother still viewed her as a child. I didn’t think it could be so bad. I mean, the first night I stayed in Scott’s old room. It had a racecar bed but so what?” “Why aren’t we in those rooms?” “She’s starting us off as if we were infants. According to her, two years in the nursery and then you get moved to the big kid rooms.” “And when do we leave?” Scott looked out the one window that the room had. He looked almost in awe of the birds that flew freely around the trees. “I’m sure Scott told you that in this community, everyone here is babied in some way. Even if they have jobs, they come home, get spanked by their parents and tucked into bed every night.” “But surely they can leave.” “One of my friends down the block was part of the whole deal system too. Girlfriend gave her to her new “daddy”. She’s been there 15 years. Sure, now she gets to use the bathroom and there’s talks of her getting a job…but she wears dresses a lot like that one.” Teddy gestured to her dress. “I think it’s like the Hotel California. Check out any time you like…” “But you can’t ever leave.” Emily whispered.
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  11. My wife and Family know and my close friends and one customer knows there are probably others who have figured it out that I need to wear and more will find out over time its no worries as its a medical issue and ai have come to terms with it and no longer care who finds out. it takes all the stress away about having to wear when you get the the point on not caring who knows.
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  12. Did you end up going? If so what did you get? I've been there a few times and it seems there isn't anything in the larger sizes.
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  13. Haunted House of the Headmistress by S. V. Kerres Exploring an abandoned house can go wrong, especially so close to Halloween. Contains spanking and diaper discipline.
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  14. If you two are having serious issues like that message me about it and I'll see if I can help. Threatening exposure or anything like that is a serious enough reason to consider account deletion but there are sometimes other ways around it.
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  15. As a former ABDL that is now incontinent, i will say the fun has worn off. I remember the days of wondering what it would be like to be diapered 24/7, going a few weeks sometimes and then stopping and putting panties back on. But as others have mentioned in this thread, once you loose all control over it, it takes you in a new direction. My incontinence was due to a car crash and I am lucky to be alive and not have a colostomy bag as well. I wear McKesson Briefs Ultras for my everyday diaper, at night I add a booster to help lesson the chance of leaks. However I still keep a rubber sheet under my fitted one because sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes if I want to wear something more form fitting i will go with a goodnights pull up (thankfully I can still fit in the XL size), but then I have to change even more frequently. Due to the events, my coworkers know about my situation and no one bats an eye at work anymore. However i can relate to some of the comments here about having to lug a diaper bag around, changing in public restrooms, walking out with a wet diaper in hand past a crowd of other women....or like last week at target, I was in the handicap stall when a little girl poked her head under just as I finished taping back up, I smiled at her and she scampered back to her mother and loudly announced to the entire room that they is a lady in there that wears diapers. You could hear a pin drop (i hide in the stall for another 10 min hoping no one was still there). But I also have had to give up some activities I use to enjoy, long hikes, and running are out as I chaff easily and it looses its fun. I have to be careful sometimes with my wardrobe. At home, where it is just me, I wear leggings all the time, but in public? No. Ok, now occasionally I will wear leggings with a pull up on wearing a sweater skirt in the fall or winter. Now to 2 other things I have experienced that I don't think have been mentioned here. One is flying and TSA. I mentioned an experience on this board before about it before. In short, never go though TSA with a wet diaper. Every time I do, and have to go through the body scanner, I get flagged, pulled to the side, patted down, asked to change and then re scanned (guess they are looking for diaper bombs, but I digress......) I add an additional 30-40min just for this situation when arriving at the airport The second is dating and having a love life as a middle aged woman that is incontinent. I have met many a person in my Vanilla life that even when I am upfront about my situation, and they say they are fine with it, it turns out that they really are not when the relationship gets physical. (imagine a nice romantic evening, things are going well and you end up in the bedroom, the crinkle of the rubber sheet....the fact that I leak/trickle at any moment.....I get it, its a lot to process) With that said, when dating (either a man or woman, I am bi), I want someone that loves me for who I am, not because I wear diapers. I have a hard line between the fact I wear diapers, and looking for love and I don't want the 2 to cross. I don't want the fetish lifestyle to dictate the relationship. Yes there are plenty of people that are into the fetish side of diapers, and I use to be one of them. I don't see anything wrong with that. I just want someone to love all of me. It is tough, I have even broken a heart or 2 because of my hard stance on this. So all that to say, I totally get the idea/fantasy of wanting to be diapered 24/7, but there are costs? Barbie
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  16. LMAO. And it will probably happen-some people don't know when to quit and she's one of them. Here's my true feelings on this...... https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5_hhj1K3G8g Profanity warning. Remove headphones and brains before watching video. Enjoy before YT finds it and removes it. BTW I actually have that CD Bettypooh
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  17. Likes on your posts/replies As you can see.... I am awesome! lol
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  18. I take medication for depression. And I like wearing diapers, too. I guess if liking to wear diapers makes me crazy, then we're all crazy. Nah, just kidding! Most of us are nice, normal everyday people!
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  19. see, its not the holding capacity of the pullups that attracts me.... its more the mind games/mentality of it. I like feeling like a kid that still needs to be put back in diapers occasionally, so the pull ups are a nice accent to that scenario, a started if you will.
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  20. I'm strictly a DL, although I only wear one occasionally, like I do now, for my birthday. LOL.
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