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Welp, I'm back. After some time, I've decided that it's time to begin posting again. I must warn you all: I'll be posting once a week as of now. That may change dependent on my schedule but, once finals week is over since I'm in college, there may be more than one post a week... I'll see how this goes with the post schedule but I'm going to try my very best to stay consistent. For those of you who are new to this story, I encourage you to read I, Bot 404 {Book 1}. This is a sci-fy story with an ABDL twist. Bot 404 awakes in the Sequoia Airspace, the heart of intergalactic slave trade, and things seem off. Bot 404 learns slowly from other bots mistakes how to escape from being terminated. This bot finds that she isn't a bot, and something much more than that, a human. Through a train of memories, Bot 404, otherwise known as Rayne Griff, learns her past, and, eventually, learns how serious the present is. What the future must hold? Only she can decide that. Anywho, the plot thickens and I've read your feedback of excitement for more chapters and... Without further ado, I present you all with two chapters to start your conspiracy theories, hehe. Please, write feedback, theories, or questions you may have!:) I, Rayne Griff | I, Bot 404 Book 2 Chapter 1: Welcome to My New, Boring, Life in Kirkland, Hanna I tapped my fingers on my desk, sighing as I watched the clock. I glanced at my watch and rolled my eyes that I still had two hours to go. “So. Fucking. Stupid.” To say I was bored with my new job was an understatement. It had been a few months since I was reassigned to Hanna as an officer at the Kirkland Galactic Forces Headquarters. My job was useless. I looked through files all day, trying to find inconsistencies in galactic identification cards from other galaxies. Super easy. Also, super lame. A bunch of stamping, a bunch of stapling, a bunch of scanning. Then, I go home. Every day the same as the last. I almost wished I could be a bot again, at least that was more interesting. All day long I go through about fifty or so files and I find about two or three fraudulent cards. It was actually harder to spot that one would think. Burton Cheeseburger was a real name. When I first saw his file, I had honestly flagged it because I thought the name was a joke from Earth. Apparently, there was a whole lineage of Cheeseburgers. Crazy, right? Of course I got written up for flagging the account. Being written up has probably been the most exciting thing that has happened to me these past four months. As I do my 9 to 5 job I can only imagine all the interesting things Eli, Gemma or Zane were doing right now. Gemma was doing an undercover spy assignment on Zenon. Eli was still on the Intergalactic Space Station with Zane doing who knows what. Zane still visited a few times a month with some type of Intergalactic Space Station ice-cream or some babyish souvenir. I was so jealous of all of them. Here I was, back in Hanna, exactly where I didn't want to be. Lucky me, right? My eyes were becoming weary as I stared at a long case and rested my cheek on my hand. I felt my eyes, slowly closing at the rhythm of my clock on the wall ticked, almost undetectable to the human ear. I jumped up quickly as I heard a knock on my door. My devil of a manager peaked her head in, “How many cases did you complete so far?” Jaimie’s light blue eyes narrowed down to me. The best part about my new assignment: Jaimie was my supervisor. Great, right? She knew things I wish she didn’t and she hadn’t changed much since school. Still narrow-minded and gets under my skin. Sure, we had come to an understanding by the ending of the academy, but that didn’t mean we’d be friends…Ever. “I can guarantee more than Gantree.” Gantree was about to be reassigned for his poor speed with going through our identification queue. Jaimie gave a fake smile, “Funny.” She paused, hesitating before speaking, “You can go home early. I have to send someone home since the UGN is cutting funding for our correction officers from the new contracts for assignments.” Wow, Jaimie sending me home early? That was nice of her, considering she usually sends Gantree home first. Maybe she’s getting the hint that I stopped giving a shit about my job. Even with my lack of care, I still did a better job than Gantree. I crossed my arms, leaning back in my chair, “New alterations? What did your dad change?” I saw a glare flash over Jaimie’s face, “It doesn’t concern you.” I flashed a smile, not even slightly intimidated, “Come on, I just want to know a sliver of what’s going on up there. After all, I haven’t given you crap for the 4 months I’ve been down here.” Zane hardly told me anything. He’d give me cover stories, even though I knew he was lying, just trying to make me feel like I was in the loop. Jamie shook her head, looking crossed as she stood at my door. She stepped in, closing the door behind her. She sat down on my desk, sighing, “Supposedly, the people they sent out to Sequoia went missing.” Weird, she was being nice today. Maybe she found a boyfriend and was finally getting laid. Glory be. “Missing? Don’t they all have trackers?” I asked. I knew that they were sending officers to Sequoia as bots and had been successful for a few months thus far. I honestly had not heard an update about the first batch of officer turned bots until now. Jaimie rolled her eyes, “They’re not all as lucky as you, Rayne.” I shook my head, shredding the file I had. Jaimie grabbed my wrist, “Promise me that you won’t go rogue if I tell you something.” She had a serious tone as her eyes met mine. I had never seen her so serious before. She hardly even looked at me since I began working under her. This sudden change in attitude was odd, off-putting. Was there something serious that had happened? I rolled my eyes, “It’s me, Jaimie. I’m always rogue. Out of all people you should know that.” I pulled my wrist away and rubbed it from her surprisingly cold grip. Her eyes looked sad. Weird, did Jaimie's eyes hold a trace of...sympathy? “As much as I dislike you I feel like you deserve to know what’s going on up there…” She looked down hesitantly, then meeting my eyes, “Eli is missing too.” Chapter 2: Kept Deep In the Dark I shook my head, “Wh-“ My mind began racing with thoughts. Not Eli, that can’t be right? “What?! How?” I stood up, feeling energy pulsing in my body. Anger really drove it up a notch. She shrugged, “I don’t know the details. All I know is he went on a mission and never came back about a week ago or so.” “A week?! Are you kidding me?” I placed my hands behind my head. Was that why Zane didn’t visit last weekend like he was supposed to? Not even Zane could tell me that. Why was I so much in the dark? Did Gemma even know? Jaimie said as she walked to my door to leave, “You can’t freak out, Rayne. I didn’t tell you anything, it’s top secret information, okay?” She shook her head, “God, I probably shouldn’t have told you that much.” She was like her dad in that way. She couldn’t keep secrets just like Red. However, she was also a bitch and I still couldn’t believe Red and Jaimie were related. I drove home, feeling my fingers twitch. I couldn’t and didn’t want to imagine where Eli was. If he were still alive. If he were being tortured. A dark shiver went through me and I tried to let it go, even though it felt like I had already lost a loved one. I wasn’t scared, but fear ran through me for him. He looked mighty, tall and tough, but I knew he was soft to the core. Only me and Gemma knew him after all. As I pulled into my driveway, another car was parked. Zane’s. Of course, perfect timing per usual. I turned off my ignition and rested my forehead on my steering wheel, attempting to gather myself before yelling nonsense at Zane. I felt betrayed by him. He had to know, yet I heard it from Jaimie. Maybe he came here to tell me. There must have been more to the story and he wanted to tell me in person, right? I walked inside the house and Zane was on the couch, watching the intergalactic news. He got up, walking towards me as I threw my bag on the floor, “Hey, babygirl.” His strong arms gently hugged me as my back went rigid. I needed to calm down, bigtime. I was about to go off and, if it weren’t apparent in my last tale, Zane wasn’t the best person to go off on. “Hey.” I said, standing there awkwardly. “What’s wrong?” Zane pulled back, immediately noticing my lack of embrace as his blue eyes looked me over carefully. I blinked up to him, searching his eyes for honesty. His eyes were concerned, as if I just got a boo boo from falling on the ground. Great, I already could tell how this day was going to go. As much as I loved Zane, there was something lacking in the past four months. He was warm, loving and affectionate, but there was a noticeable distance to him. It was almost as if he babied me to escape ‘adult talk’ as I call it. I wanted that adult talk. Sure, I liked being babied, but I also was his girlfriend and the babying was only a part of the relationship. Our communication had been lacking a lot since I regained my memory. The only things he’s told me is that his brother awoke and was going through rehabilitation from his coma and little bits and pieces about how he’s been training new elite officials on the Intergalactic Space Station. I shook my head, taking off my jacket and throwing it on the couch with a sigh, “Jaimie’s just a bitch.” I said as I sat back on the couch, crossing my arms. I was lying, but I wanted to see if Zane would tell me what happened. Part of me wanted to see that Zane was a good boyfriend. Part of me wanted to test my theory that Zane had been lying to me for some time now. “Mm? What happened now?” Zane still stood near me, looking down. “She wrote me up on Monday.” I said, sighing. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell me on our call Monday night.” Zane was questioning me now too, “What did you do?” He said as if I were in trouble with him now too. Well, fuck, I didn’t want this to turn into me getting a spanking. I looked up to him innocently, “I accidentally flagged an intergalactic file that was real.” I quickly explained, “But I’ve heard of other coworkers who have done that multiple times and never gotten written up yet, only warnings.” I shook my head and shrugged, “That was my FIRST time and she wrote me up.” “Was calling her the b word necessary?” He cocked his head at me as he looked down. He was intimidating as he stood there. I blushed as I looked up. I frowned, “No, probably not.” Zane chuckled, switching the subject, “I’m going to make spaghetti for dinner. You should take a shower and wait in your room for me.” He said as he walked to the kitchen, not waiting for a response from me. I shook my head, my jaw tightening. He was acting like everything was normal, as if my best friend weren’t in danger or dead. Maybe Jaimie was just pulling on my leg? Maybe Eli was okay? Or maybe I was dating a pathological liar? Well, fuck. I don’t think Jaimie would joke with me like that. She’d cruel, but not that cruel. She wouldn’t lie about something to that extent either. I didn’t move, calming myself with slow breaths as my fingers tapped. “That wasn’t a suggestion, Rayne, it was a command.” Zane said across the living room in a stern voice. He looked over to me, “Did you want me to give you a bath?” I rolled my eyes, getting up and walking briskly past him. I couldn’t look at him, I was pissed. If not for Jaimie, how long would I have been in the dark for? I could barely look at Zane right now. He grabbed my wrist as I passed him, “Rayne.” His voice was like a growl, ”What’s with the sudden attitude?” I clenched my fist, feeling sudden energy in my palms. “Let go of me, Zane.” My voice cut the air like a razor as I met his light blue eyes with a glare. “How about I give you a good spanking and a bath?” Zane cocked his head at me, his eyes unwavering. I blinked, calming myself down as I tried to take a step back and he pulled me towards the dining chair. He let go of my hand and I looked at my wrist after his iron grip held it. Before I knew it, my bottom was on fire. My jaw was clenched for a few minutes as I was too pissed off to even cry. A few more minutes passed and I broke as I began crying. I was crying because Eli was gone. Not to mention, I didn’t know the person I was dating. What was Zane doing now? Was he really a trainer again? I didn’t believe any of it anymore. I just couldn’t. I sat in the tub as Zane poured water over my soapy hair. I met his eyes with my puffy ones from the recent spanking, “How was your weekend?” I wanted to poke, to see if he would show any evidence to prove that Jaimie was lying to me. I wanted to believe Zane wasn’t hiding something that important from me. He couldn’t. We patched up our lying issues months ago, we agreed upon having a more open relationship with communication. There was no way we could retract, right? He took the sponge in the water and went over my back in concentration, “They needed me to train the new elite squad before they were sent on a long mission.” His blue eyes met mine with a smile placed on his face as he said, “Stand.” I stood as he took the bath sponge up my legs and my breathing hitched. He didn’t linger as he quickly cleaned between my thighs and went back down. Ugh. He was such a tease, never giving me what I wanted. I switched my thoughts to his face after he spoke. I watched his face, blank. Fuck Zane. I want to believe that you’re true to your word, so badly. Don’t lie to me, please. “Oh, so that’s why you couldn’t come home.” I said, sullenly, acting as if I didn’t catch him in a lie. “Well, Daddy’s going to be here for a few extra days so he can make up for being gone.” He said, as he looked up to me with bouncing eyes, yet there was something behind them. They were careful, hesitant, yet lying. He turned away from me, going to grab a towel as I gulped, holding back my anger that reignited towards Zane. He patted me down with a fluffy grey towel and wrapped it around me, picking me up in a scoop. Zane brought me to my nursery and laid me down on the giant changing table. The mat underneath me squished softly as he set me down. He pulled out a thick white fluffy diaper and I blushed. He never pulled out thatdiaper unless he really wanted me to feel little. I raised my hips and legs up as he slid the soft diaper underneath me. Powder was sprinkled on my princess parts generously and patted around. The diaper enveloped around my bottom and was taped snugly. I suppressed a smile, although the feeling of a fresh diaper made me tranquil, beyond the level of content. I still wanted to be grumpy, but being treated like a baby always had a way of nudging me into a state of happiness. Like nothing else mattered and I could be myself, knowing Zane would take care of me. It was a feeling I couldn’t put into words. The love I felt just by looking into his eyes. The bond we had. It was unexplainable, but, although I was mad with him, I still wanted to have our time together, to be babied and loved. I missed it, as much as I hated to admit it. Zane pulled a light purple onesie over me, snapping it at the crotch and helped me into frilly white socks as I sat on the changing table with my feet dangling. “There, there, someone must be feeling better now, hm?” His eyes traced mine as he looked to my lips and then spoke, “Oh! How could I forgot your paci, babygirl?” He turned and went to my dresser. I don’t think there was anything more that Zane loved then choosing my outfit and accessories. I didn’t even care what I wore. If it were up to me, I’d just be wearing his shirt and a diaper but he alwayshad to take it to another level to make sure I felt like a baby. He came back over to me with a purple pacifier with a little monster face cartoon on it. I blushed as he clipped it to the pocket of my pencil pocket of my onesie and plopped it into my mouth. He picked me up from my armpits and placed me on his hip as he walked over to the kitchen, setting my down on the counter. I wanted to curl up in blankets and hide under a pillow I felt so little. My feet dangled as Zane cooked, singing to himself as I watched him shaking noodles into boiling water. I turned my head and opened the cabinet, wondering what was inside. Admittedly, I hardly cooked. I liked to just pop in portable meals into the vaporizer we had in the house. I pulled my legs up to my chest, pivoting to face the cabinet as I curiously looked at all of the spices and powders. Oregano, paprika, cinnamon, protein powder, and NutriSqueezes. I closed my eyes, Eli popping into my head. The last time I had a NutriSqueeze was when he gave me one. I was trying not to think about it, but it hit me, hard. I couldn’t grit my teeth with a pacifier, so I suckled it angrily as I rested my forehead on the shelf. “What are you doing looking into the cabinets, little one? You’re going to fall like that.” Zane said as his hand was on my back. He turned me around as I tried to look away from him. “What’s wrong baby?” He looked concerned. Was my face that easy to read? God damnit. I pushed him away from me as I jumped off the counter, spitting out my pacifier and ripping the clip from my shirt. I threw it on the ground next to his feet, “Why didn’t you tell me about Eli?” He gave me a confused look as he crossed his arms. “That’s not nice to throw your paci on the ground, Rayne.” He was scolding me, instead of addressing the issue. I stared at him as I crossed my arms to match him, waiting for an explanation. He turned around, stirring the meat sauce, and then turning back to me, “How do you know about that?” My jaw tightened as my voice chopped the air, “That doesn’t fucking matter. What does matter is the fact that you withheld information from me that’s important.” Zane’s face went blank, unreadable as he looked me over. I felt my face go red as I realized I looked like a bratty toddler and was just cursing. “Drop the attitude and I’ll tell you why.” He cocked his head as I saw a slight smile on his face he was trying to suppress as his eyes lowered to my midsection where my diaper was. I blushed further. I rolled my eyes and huffed, “Maybe if you didn’t lie to me then I wouldn’t have one.” I spit fire back to him. His eyebrows rose, “Maybe someone needs another punishment.” He said, slowly, as he met my eyes. What other punishment could he give me? Another spanking? Oh, soscary. “Or maybe you should just leave.” His eyes blinked, changing from challenging to pained. “Rayne, stop.” He said, loudly. I blinked, feeling his dominant side coming out to end this argument completely. I felt myself suddenly feel little and a bit scared of this side of Zane. He was instantly cold as he picked up my pacifier from the ground. A few moments of silence followed as he ran my pacifier through water and I sat at the kitchen table, looking at the wood pattern in the table. I was suddenly intimidated by Zane as I sat there, waiting for him to warm up, but I think I accidentally pressed a button on him that I shouldn’t have. He came near me and kneeled by me, clipping the pacifier on my onesie again and letting the pacifier dangle on my shirt. I was surprised he didn’t place it in my mouth again. I frowned. He went back to the food, quietly fuming. Zane placed spaghetti in front of me with chocolate milk in a sippy cup. I blushed, well I guess I was still getting the baby treatment. He sat down in front of me and I still wasn’t done, I pushed my food away from me, “I’m not hungry anymore.” I said, sourly. “Eat, Rayne, we’ll have adult talk after, if you’re good.” He said with an even tone as he read on his phone, not looking up. Oh, he was mad. I huffed, deciding to go with it and ate my spaghetti. I was hungry; I just was mad and didn’t want to appease Zane by eating. After I ate and Zane went to clean the dishes, I drank the chocolate milk. I didn’t want to drink it in front of Zane so once he walked away it was the perfect timing. I loved chocolate milk with spaghetti. Zane knew me well enough. Even though I was mad at him I couldn’t pass drinking my favorite liquid with spaghetti. Zane spoke as he dried the dishes with a towel, “I didn’t want you to find out about Eli. I know how you are, and you like to act on things irrationally, and I didn’t want any chance of you doing that.” He looked over to me, catching me in the act of drinking my milk, after placing the dishes away. He stifled a smile as he sat at the table with the towel in his hand, “I want to protect you as long as I can from terrible things like that. I don’t want you to ever go through what I went through when my brother was gone and, unfortunately, I still failed.” He said, with pain in his eyes. My eyes narrowed to him, “You have this pattern of trying to protect me from things that are inevitable, Zane, and I don’t know how much longer I can go on with dating someone who I can’t trust.” I said coldly. Zane’s eyes flashed in hurt, that one must have stung, “There’s some things I can’t tell you because of the business were in, Rayne, you know that better than anyone.” He said, as his fingers trailed his chin. He was right. I was the thing that most people outside of Hanna and the Intergalactic Space Station didn’t know about, after all. I frowned, “I just wish you were honest with me on the things that involve me.” Zane nodded, “You’re right.” He paused, and I rolled my eyes when he continued, “But I’m going to need you to not have temper tantrums every time we have a serious conversation.” He always needed the last word. Always. Later that night I was in Zane’s lap as we watched a movie together in our room. I nursed my pacifier as I cuddled into him and met his content eyes. He winked at me and I looked away. I hugged Rhorf to my stomach as I looked down at my clothes. Zane brought my blanket over us as I nuzzled my head into him chest. Fifteen minutes into the movie Zane was asleep. I looked over his face, eyes closed as his mouth softly breathed in and out rhythmically. I wanted to think the highest of Zane. He did care about me and maybe he hadn’t told me in fear of my reaction. Or maybe Zane had a bad week and didn’t want to tell me the news about Eli. I knew Zane had lied to me in the past, but I thought we were past that. I still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. My stomach growled as I laid there. I sighed, quietly crawling away from Zane as he slept and off of the bed. I silently walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I waddled to the kitchen, opening the fridge door. As the door opened a jar of pickles fell out of the side door. I internally cringed and froze as I watched the jar in slow motion fall, shattering into several pieces as it touched the tiles. Green pickle juice flowed everywhere over the floor, including my sock. “Fuck.” I whispered to myself, taking off one sock. I stood there for a second, waiting for Zane to wake, waiting for my impending doom. A few more seconds passed and I didn’t hear anything from the other room. I sighed in relief as I turned on the faucet and wet a towel to clean off the glass on the floor. A moment later, everything seemed off. I stared at the water coming from the faucet, as it froze in time right before my very eyes. I squinted in confusion at the water. My finger touched the water, as if it were a sculpture that shouldn't be touched. My finger became wet and a droplet came off of the still stream. I cocked my head, completely confused. The air felt still, silence followed the room. “It’s time, Rayne.” I jumped, turning around quickly, “The FUCK?” I met glowing yellow eyes through the darkness of the kitchen.

Let's see - this is a complete story, but I'm only giving it to you a chapter at a time. Does that make me the Grinch, or is it in the spirit of the holiday? Well, either way, here's the first one. Hope you enjoy! Ornaments 1 Gina blushed as they walked toward the entrance of the mall, clutching Daddy's arm tightly. She couldn't believe she'd let him talk her into this. Under her heavy overcoat, under the long skirt she wore, was one of the Tranquility ATN's he'd been putting on her at home during the day on occasion, what he referred playfully to as her “little-girl panties”. At home, they made her feel little, playful, and very affectionate toward Daddy, much the same way the much thicker Drynite 24/7's made her feel at bedtime. She'd even gotten somewhat used to wetting them, though she was very fussy about being changed immediately after. But here, now, in spite of all the layers of clothes, Gina could hear the rustle. And she was quite certain everyone in the mall would be able to hear it too. But Daddy said they needed to go shopping for an ornament, something to celebrate their first Christmas together, and he hadn't given Gina any time to think about what she was wearing before he helped her put her overcoat on and whisked her out the door. By the time it sank in what was happening, it was much too late to protest. Daddy was very strict about Gina wearing panties of some sort at all time. It was a bad habit she used to have before she met him, going commando, and during the week, when they were apart, she had to send Daddy a picture of her in the panties she chose each day before going to “school”, and then show him that she still had them on when they video chatted in the evening. She actually enjoyed those little show-and-tell moments, and she suspected Daddy did as well. A cold gust of wind bit their cheeks, and they quickened their pace. It was such a relief when they passed through the air curtain and into the warmth of the food court. “So, where shall we start our search?” Daddy asked. “Um...” Gina was trying not to fixate on her underwear, but it wasn't working very well. “How about Justice?” His sly smile gave away his real intent there. There was only one reason ever to go to Justice, and that was to add to Gina's growing collection of very little-girly hair accessories, barrettes, headbands, and other oddities that just made the 42-year-old look that much more like a 3-year-old when she looked in the mirror after Daddy dressed her on the weekends. Not that Gina didn't enjoy the heck out of it. She loved feeling little, and looking the part just pulled her that much deeper into her little-space. “Daddy, there's no ornaments in there!” It was a distraction, and it was helping. She had to give him that. “There aren't? Well where do you think we could find some?” “Macy's has a whole Christmas section, Daddy!” “Ah yes, I seem to recall it right near the little girl's section. Perhaps we can find you something pretty to wear while we're there?” “Daddy! We're supposed to be shopping for ornaments, not baby clothes!” Being five feet tall and very slender made for constant awkward moments whenever they were near girls' clothes, since she could easily fit a girls' 14, and routinely wore girls' size 12 jeans because of how tiny her ass was. “Well then by all means, let's go shopping!” Daddy playfully swatted her on the bottom, redirecting her attention right back to the thick padding hidden underneath those clothes. No girls' size 12 jeans were fitting over her current underwear, that was for certain. She blushed deeply as they began to make their way through the crowds, his hand on the small of her back. They didn't go straight to Macy's, though. They wound up stopping at Justice, where she found the absolute cutest little headband with a cluster of pink flowers over the top. And they stopped at Hallmark, to look at their little ornament offerings. There were lots of adorable ones there, and she would have bought them all just because they were so cute, but nothing really said “Daddy and babygirl,” especially not for this, their first Christmas together. They stopped at Bath and Body Works too, just because she loved smelling all the smells, not to mention watching Daddy cringe at all the smells. Lobbying for a rather expensive gift pack got her what she really wanted, which was a bottle of “Sea Foam Cotton” scented body wash she'd been lusting after for weeks. Then the inevitable happened. She had to pee. She was sure this little shopping trip would be done and over before she had to face this. The worst part was, her body almost betrayed her right away, as relaxed as she'd become wearing diapers and wetting them over those few months. But she couldn't do that, not here! People would see! They'd know she was peeing herself! Everyone would know! And what if it leaked?! She'd be mortified! Everyone in the mall would laugh at her, with pee in her socks! She froze stock-still right at the entrance to Macy's, feeling the heat fill her face, and her knees buckled in not very subtle fashion. “What's wrong, princess?” Daddy whispered. “I gotta go pee, Daddy!” she whispered back, her voice trembling. “So what's stopping you?” “I don't wanna do it here! Everyone will see!” “Everyone will see right through your overcoat and under your dress and watch you pee in your pampers?” “No, they'll see my potty-face, and they'll know what I'm doing!” “And you really think all these people are going to stop and pay attention to you instead of worrying about what they're here to do, which is go Christmas shopping? Close enough attention to recognize that someone they've never met looks like she might be going tinkle in the middle of the store instead of the bathroom?” “No, but...” “But you're just being silly, then. Come on, let's go find a pretty ornament for the tree.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him in a side hug, kissing her forehead. And that was that. Daddy had issued the verdict, and she knew making a scene would be far more humiliating here and now, not to mention painful later over Daddy's knee, than what was about to happen. They moved through the store, him setting a brisk pace that forced her to abandon any attempt to clench. Within minutes she was leaking, and the heat rose up into her face as she stared at the escalator stairs in front of her. They stepped on, and she finished her business, the swollen warm mass between her legs simultaneously comforting and teasing her. She wanted a change. Even at home, she hated sitting in a wet diaper very long. Didn't matter how meticulous Daddy was about putting cream and powder down there to make her feel dry, that was still her pee, and it was still wrapped around her waist, and she wanted out of it. But a change now would mean trudging all the way back out to the truck in this cold weather, not to mention the mortal fear of some passerby catching a glimpse while Daddy changed her in the back of the truck. And there was no way Daddy was going to just let her take it off and dispose of it in the ladies' room. Little girls needed to be wearing panties, that's all there was to it. And then she saw it. There, hanging on the fake tree set up in the Christmas department, she saw it. The most perfect ornament for their first Christmas together. She reached out and picked it up by the string. “Oh Daddy. It's perfect...” Wet diaper was forgotten. Shame and embarrassment was forgotten. The crowd was forgotten. All else ceased to exist but her, and Daddy, and the perfect little ornament. He smiled broadly and pulled her close to him. “It's adorable. Just like you, babygirl. A perfect ornament for our first Christmas tree together. Good girl!” Her toes curled involuntarily, and pleasant little electric shocks shuddered up and down her spine, as they always did when he said those two words... ---- Gina smiles as she hangs it on the tree, right at eye level, right in the front, right where it belongs. Their very first Christmas together, commemorated with a little girl, head full of blonde curls, snuggled up in a red blanket with white fur trim at the base of a beautiful Christmas tree. “Baby girl's first Christmas,” it read on the placard below. She takes a long look at it, and a sigh escapes her lips. She reaches back down into the box...

I don't mean physically you weirdos I'm a guy who has always liked looking at messing videos and find the idea to be hot but only tried it myself very, very rarely. My fiancee is fine with it and everything, it's my own hang-ups (or laziness) that have usually stopped me. Recently my body has been all screwed up and I've experienced a lot of tenesmus (the feeling that you need the toilet despite your bowel being empty) and also black spots in my stool which is a more long term thing but has got me worried recently. I've been to the doctor and although they don't think its blood or anything serious he has arranged a sigmoidoscopy to take a closer look nearer the end of the year. Anyway... To try and assuage my own enormous anxiety I bought some fecal occult tests online. They are designed to test for blood in the stool and involve you having to therefore collect your stool to test it. The leaflet suggested some quite complicated procedure for collection involving toilet paper draped over the bowel and some precise aim. You know what is a better way to collect stool? NAPPIES! So the last two days I have messed myself and tested. I've found the clean-up to be not so bad and the experience actually fun! As a bonus the tests have both shown negative results So nappies aren't just fun, they are useful to and I can't help but think people giving samples would find it a lot easier if there was an alternative instruction involving disposable undergarments

I'd like to dedicate this one to ChasingDemons23, who predicted the outcome of this installment almost perfectly! Happy Thanksgiving to all our readers from the US-- hope you're all having a great holiday! Members of the Audience Participation tier on Patreon can click here to determine what happens next in the story. Gasping and sweaty, the three Adult Baby girls lay prone on the thickly padded tables, nude, exhausted, and groaning after their ordeal, bare butts pointed into the air, passively awaiting what was coming next. The old familiar mechanical noises emerged from within the walls. In seconds, they were swarmed once more by the automated hands, which first rained powder on their quivering bare butts and patted it in firmly before flipping them over onto their backs. They moaned with displeasure as their ankles were lifted and fresh pampers were spread out under their wriggling bottoms. Their pussies were oiled and powdered, the thick diapers tugged up between their legs and sealed up tight around their waists. In the control booth, Megan Simmons divided her attention between watching her victims struggle and blush on the monitors, simultaneously planning the next stage of their infantile torment with one hand and softly stroking her pussy with the other. The Depends pull-up between her legs was getting wet and sticky... I’m going to need a change soon, she thought, grinning. She couldn’t help looking at her prisoners with a touch of envy. It wasn’t that she desired to switch places with them (in fact, she regarded the idea of being trapped within the nursery with a kind of dread.) But she couldn’t help thinking how nice it it would be to have someone to change her diapers for her... a male someone-- who was tall and dark and... A blinking light on her screen interrupted her daydreaming... the nursery was ready to implement the next phase of it’s programming. Practically trembling with anticipation, she reached out, hit the enter button, and sat back to watch the show. In the nursery, the three Adult Babies were pulled into sitting positions and little white t-shirts were tugged down over their heads, the mechanical fingers threading their arms through the proper openings. The shirts didn’t even come down over their belly-buttons and the fabric was tight, clinging to their bodies and accentuating their breasts alluringly... but at least they weren’t naked anymore. The whirring emerged again, and the women tensed their bodies, preparing themselves for whatever fresh infantile humiliation had cooked up for them now. With her diapered butt crinkling beneath her, and her nearly bald head gleaming under the lights, Becky squirmed and twisted as best she could, trying to get a glimpse of what they were in for next. A series of straps came whipping out of the tables suddenly, binding the girls tightly and pulling them back against the padded surface, leaving them wiggling and squirming helplessly on their backs once again. Fighting futilely against her bonds, Ashley’s eyes darted around the room nervously, waiting for the next violation of her womanhood. She’d been in the nursery so long, she’d almost forgotten what it was even like to be an adult... but that didn’t dim the knowledge that she was, indeed, a grown woman who was much too old for this treatment, nor did it blunt the humiliation she felt every time she was forced to act like an overgrown infant. Monica’s eyes went wide when a new trio of mechanical arms emerged from the walls, each one clutching a large baby bottle filled with mysterious, milky liquid. They snaked around towards the girls at high speed, popping the nipples into their mouths before they even knew what was happening. Almost instantly, her mouth filled with sweet, chocolatey fluid. The weeks of exposure to subliminal messages caused her to suckle the nipple instinctively, and she soon settled into a rhythm of sucking and swallowing, downing large quantities of the liquid, groaning when she realized the bottle was massive, and she still had a long way to go before she was finished. At least it tastes good, she thought with a sigh, settling in to her nursing. I don’t know how much more of this I can take! Becky thought, watching the liquid in the bottle slowly drain, trying to estimate exactly how much was left. Figuring she was only about half way through, she choked back a sob and tried not to think about how tight and taunt and full her stomach felt... or how full her bladder had gotten. A tear rolled down her cheek when she felt herself let out an involuntarily gush of pee into her fresh diaper. In fact, by the time they were nearly finished, all three Adult Babies had totally soaked their britches, the padding at the crotch swollen and dark between their thighs. Their tummies were full to the point of bursting, and a warm, sleepy sensation spread over them. The rubber nipples were popped from their mouths, the straps were unwound from their bodies, allowing them to breathe a little more easily... at least, until the automatons descended on them once again, hoisting them into the air once more and found themselves strapped into the automatic burping machine-- a soft padded beam that the three regressed women were placed onto, face down, their diapered butts stuck up in the air behind them, so that the hands could pat them on the back softly. The women blushed as they involuntarily released a series of loud burps (and in the case of Ashley, who was the most regressed of the trio, a couple of noisy farts.) It was embarrassing, but it did help relieve the pressure in their tummies a bit, and the three shared a sigh of relief, glad to have another ordeal behind them. But in the control booth, the cackling Ms. Simmons knew better. The liquid in the bottle was a compound of her own sadistic design. It contained not only a powerful laxative, but also a highly potent aphrodisiac; one that was guaranteed to drive her victims into a horny frenzy! She calculated that within the next twenty minutes, Ashley, Monica and Becky would be hauling around a set of very messy, saggy diapees... but even that would take a back seat to the unquenchable fire about to be ignited in their loins! Wiggling and masturbating in her Depends, Simmons tapped out another set of commands into her console and hit enter, sitting back and waiting for the fun to start. What’s next for our hapless Adult Babies? An afternoon in the playpen Swaddled and sent to bed A ride on the “special” rocking horses Click here to vote now!

I like the way this story is going super sweet

Here in the US, companies are not obligated to sell an item for that price if it was a computer error. And Rearz is a Canadian company so are over seas businesses still forced to sell to people in Norway for their glitchy price?

Judging by their other posts, I'm pretty sure they're just posting made up fantasies.

Tumblr is finally tumbling away huh? About time!

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: By morning, the diaper was soaked through. It fell with a wet plop onto the bathroom floor. I sunk into the warm bath water and blew bubbles under the surface. I'd had sex with Jackie. Or, well, sort of. That wasn't really sex, was it? My cheeks were warmer than the water. Gosh, I really liked her... "You could make ordering Chinese food look cute." I think I maybe caught her off guard - I didn't mean to sneak in, she was just distracted. And when she saw me, I was naked, and after that, I was squeezing into the tub with her. Neither of us were all that big - we fit fine, even into the hotel tub. I struggled to make eye contact with Jackie. I looked around the bathroom, from the toilet I had used only once or twice, to the soaking wet diaper sitting in the trash can. My short blonde hair was only wet at the ends, where it flittered into the water. Jackie's breasts were barely hidden in the bubbles. I tried not to stare. "So... last day..." "Last day." She said it sadly, I said it... contemplatively. This project had brought us together, I knew she was worried, and I'd thought about it too. What would we be when this was over? I was her photographer before, was I now her girlfriend? Her Mommy? It made me feel tingly. "Are you excited?" "Yeah. I mean. I'm excited to be out of diapers." It was a joke, but Jackie didn't laugh. I sulked a little in the water and played with my fingers in front of me. "I mean. It wasn't as bad as I thought... and you made it a whole lot more bearable. But I'm excited for underwear again. Maybe then we can do something a little more sexy." The implication there was that I wanted to keep seeing Jackie after the documentary was over. "Well, we can do sexy things with and without your diapers, Leona." I splashed her with the water and then, in a moment of thought, grinned playfully. "Come sit here between my legs, Mommy's gonna wash your hair." There. Bam. Done. Casually appointing myself her Mommy. No scene, no pretense. Just me and her. I should have said no. That after today I wasn't a baby. But this was Jackie's thing. She liked it. And... well, in my own way, I liked it too. I liked that she took care of me. So I shuffled over to her and lowered myself between her legs, resting the back of my head on her breasts. I smiled quietly, contentedly, as she played with my hair. Maybe this wasn't so bad. As long as I had Jackie, it wasn't that weird. This may have been her thing, a thing she couldn't admit to without me, but she had me now and that made it our thing. Ours. I washed her hair. I rinsed it clean. I made her tilt her head to one side and I chided her and told her to stay still for Mommy. She was so freaking cute. And when we got out of the bath, I wrapped her up in a towel. Some of my best memories ever were in this damn hotel room... "You know there's no diapers here, right?" I went through the closet just to be sure, but I'd checked the dresser last night. What the hell was the point of taking all the furniture out of the room? Why leave me without any diapers? I still had one stupid day of this documentary. "What was that package from yesterday, anyway?" But Jackie hadn't opened it. She had been distracted. I picked up the note beside it and read through it. "Make sure Luvs is dressed..." I guess this parcel was clothes? "I guess this is what you're going to be wearing.” It made me wonder what was in store for her. Where was all the furniture? What was Abe up to? Or rather, what was Betsy up to? She was the real villain here; I didn't even think Abe had a clue what she was doing. She was out of control, and I couldn't wait for her to be out of the picture. "We'd better open it up and get you dressed, then?" I took the parcel from her like a doting parent and unfurled the chiffon paper, revealing a pile of pink and white. "Looks like a dress... and a bonnet, and a diaper? A cloth diaper? Oh no, two of them... and... more things?" I started to lay the outfit down on the bed. The way Jackie said it made it seem like no big deal. But it was a big deal. This wasn't like the clothes Betsy had made me wear this week; it was like something I would wear in the studio. A fluffy bright pink dress with a white apron and frilly sleeves. A heart was stenciled to the front and the bonnet matched down to the pink stitching. It was indisputably infantile in every way. And cloth diapers? I'd never worn a cloth diaper before... "There's no way I'm leaving this room wearing that." "Hey, I don't blame you baby girl, but this is the last day of this, right?" I held up one of the petticoats and shrugged coyly, looking her up and down with a little smirk on my face. "But cha know... it might be cute, right? I mean, you'd look cute in a potato sack, so I'm not gonna lie when I say I wanna see you in this." Her cheeks were pink, her face was rosy, and my eyes were... predatory, and she squeezed the hem of the towel. ...damn, what was I supposed to say to that? "Fine," I muttered, looking down at the clothes sprawled over the bed. It was the last day, after all. I was ready for a very long vacation. "I don't know how to put these things on," I admitted to Jackie, holding up one of the squares of cotton. If it wasn't for the thickly padded center, I would never have known it was a diaper. "I don't know either, but how hard can it be?" Hard, it turned out. Youtube helped. Being good with my hands helped, too. Being able to shut down Leona with a raspberry blown on her tummy helped the most. I got her positioned, I got her diapered - in two cloth diapers, and two pairs of undies that covered them; one in clear plastic and one with lots and lots of frills. And once I had the foundation set in place, I went about getting her dressed up cute in her petticoats and her weird pink dress. And the entire time all I could think was three simple words: “You're SO cute!" It didn't feel anything like a diaper. It felt like having a pillow between my legs. I tried to push my knees together, but they didn't come anywhere near one another. I fussed with the dress and tried to stand up, but immediately lost my balance and went toppling back to the sheets. Jackie looked down at me in awe and I looked up at her in embarrassment. "Shut up! Don't say a damn word!" "That's no way to speak to your Mom, Leona, didn't I raise you better than that?" Mom, not Mommy. A practical every day title separate from bedroom games, and a precious implication of rearing to match too. Quick as I could, I snatched up my camera and took a series of clicked out photos with a smile. "Don't worry, these are for our personal relationship album, not for Abe. You're just too cute and I can't help myself." I was grinning so happily. I stuck out my tongue and she took another picture. I loved that she photographed me. I thought I would get enough of that crap at work, but Jackie brought a certain... intimacy to it. She photographed me not for work, but because she truly thought I was beautiful. And I loved that. I stood up again with my legs further apart and managed to stay balanced. “I think I'm only supposed to wear one at a time," I said about the cloth diapers. "I can't walk like this." "It's cute that you think that, but Abe doesn't seem the type to send more than he intended. So you're probably supposed to wear both. And you look so cute." I had to get some touches done for the outfit - to get her into her hat bonnet thing, to pull her feet into frilly pink ankle socks - but she looked every bit the waddling toddler girl that was intended. Obviously today was supposed to be a pretty different day. Walking took a lot of effort. I had to focus on every step, just to make it from the bed to the table on the other side of the room. I wanted to look in the mirror, but the moment I did, I started to regret it. The petticoats under my dress had fluffed the skirt out so far that even the slightest bend in my waist would flash the seat of my ruffly diaper cover. The bonnet and apron combo made me look like a doll more than a child. I felt like... like... like a character in a storybook. My cheeks were on fire. "I hate Betsy so much..." "Me too, presh, me too. But after today you're never going to see her again. And if you ever look this cute it'll be because you broke something and you're trying to butter me up.” I fussed over the bow on the back of her dress and grasped her tush through her skirts and pettis with a smile. "What've you got to lose? You're gonna be rich, pumpkin." It was so easy to talk to her since we'd... well, since we'd done it. You know. The sex thing. "Yeah. We could go on a vacation. Take some time away from this stupid job..." But Jackie had just started working for Abe. Honestly, I didn't even know her financial situation. Whatever. Problems for tomorrow. Today had enough problems. I turned around and leaned up on my tip-toes, wrapped in pretty ruffle socks, to kiss my girlfriend. I liked that she kissed me. I liked that she liked me. I didn't know how today would go. I didn't know what the next time Leona laid in my bed would bring. I didn't know much for certain except that we were saying goodbye to this hotel room and that I really liked her. What would Abe think? Betsy would hate it. What would my Mom think? Psh. Who cares. Who cares about what anybody thinks. And to emphasize that, when we were in the hall, when another couple stared at us - at my girlfriend in her dolly dress - I pushed her to the wall and kissed her, lifting her dress to flash the crest of her diaper. I was damn proud of my girl. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like & Comment! Please also consider supporting us on Patreon!

Generally more absorbent diapers protect your skin better and longer because you won't start to feel wet until you are nearing capacity. I actually get less rashes and uti's when I use high end diapers. Every time I've gotten a uti or rash has been when I resorted to using the cheaper ones due to money issues.

I smash neutrons into U-235 (mostly) to release safe, clean, and reliable energy for use by the public.

Packing up, unpacking in Let me begin On a work trip, thick diapers are a win I'm going to dress up, baby powder smell up Try and flood my Rearz and the whole thing'll swell up Get up, stand up, gonna grab my sippy cup Now I've got good feeling, diaper full from peeing Drink from my Evenflow, feeling wet below Yo I leak around my thigh, and then I'll change into a Bambino Feeling frisky, unlocked door is risky, and I got more diapers Than there's bottles at a Scotch whisky shop Sho nuff, my diaper sops From the middle of my crotch plus the bottom and tops I came to get down, I came to get down So get off the bed and prance around! Prance around! Prance around! Prance up, prance down, and all around!

Every one should be a diaper pooper. It feels soooooo incredibly good

I've already started booking for Capcon 2019 March 27-31st and over half booked! It's limited time so if you're planning on attending Capcon and want special mommy time, book it now! www.myvegasnursery.com/capcon/ (FULLY BOOKED - NO OPENINGS) I'll have my Diaper Change Happy Hour in my room again, Thur-Sat 5pm-7pm BYOD $10 changes and my room is open for hanging out! I'm on Instagram @diaper.perv and Fetlife= diaperperv

Big thanks to everyone who's left comments and such thus far-- please keep it coming, especially if you'd like to see more stories like this in the future. Also, Don't forget that if you pledge $8 or more on Patreon you can take the poll and decide what happens next in the story. Speaking of Patreon, I posted the latest chapter of Big Daddy at the beginning of the week-- click here to read it or here to read a free preview of the series. You can also visit Babes In Diapers for more great stuff... totally free “Uuuhhgg...” Ashley groaned, forcing herself to open her mouth to accept another spoon-load of icky stewed prunes. The goopy brown and purple mush was lumpy and tasted awful... she was near nears as she forced herself to chew and swallow, her jaw sore and her tummy already bulging to the limit after all the food she’d already eaten in the past few minutes. She forced herself to swallow, belching noisily almost immediately after she’d choked it down. Her normally flat belly, kept taunt and tight by hours of crunches, was pooching out, positively filled to the bursting point with food... but she didn’t dare stop. Every small act of resistance earned her a shock on her diapered backside from the cackling Ms. Simmons in the control booth. So she opened her mouth to accept each spoonful, chewing and swallowing mechanically, her face screwing up with every tortured bite, the icky taste forcing tears from her eyes that rolled down her cheeks in fat rivulets. Her only consolation was that the contents of the bowl were rapidly disappearing, and that the more full she was, the closer she was to finishing. In the control room, Megan Simmons watch the monitors gleefully, thoroughly enjoying the show. She chuckled, watching Ashley’s face getting messier with every bite, pausing only to emit the occasional belch to relieve the pressure. She thought about the havoc the combination of foods Ashley had just been force-fed would wreak on her bowels... Simmons settled back for what was sure to be an entertaining afternoon. Ashley finished her lunch with a sizable belch, topped off by a noisy fart. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment-- the haughty, dainty Ashley had never passed gas in public before, but it was simply unavoidable... the pressure in her belly seemed to be growing, and her tummy was beginning to gurgle in strange and ominous ways. But she didn’t have time to worry about it-- the tray was unsnapped and removed at rapid speed, and the next thing she knew, Ashley found herself scooped up under the arms once more and lifted from the high-chair (which retreated back into the floor). A panel opened in the ceiling, and a mass of straps and buckles tumble from within. She inspected with a kind of curious dread, knowing that whatever it was, it spelled disaster for her. Her prediction was proven correct only a few seconds later, when she found herself strapped in, her legs threaded through a pair of holes cut in a canvas sling that served as a seat for her diapered bottom. Her feet dangled near the floor, and she could barely touch it if she stretched... which was made possible by the elasticized straps that kept her suspended from the roof, allowing her to “hop” in place a little. With a fiery blush, Ashley suddenly realized where she was... she’d seen babies in contraptions similar to these, was pretty sure she even had one her self at one time. Never in a million years did she think that she’d be sitting diapered in a baby bouncer in her early 20-- and in a diaper no less! She kicked and squirmed a bit, trying to get used to her position. Her full to the point of popping belly was presenting a new set of challenges, and for a moment she thought she was going to be sick. But she quickly got the hang of it-- literally, as she discovered her best bet was to simply relax, put all her weight on her diapered butt, and let the sling act as a seat. She heard a panel open and looked over, groaning when she saw the automatons brandishing a large bottle. “Oh come on!” she whined, struggling against her bonds (which merely made her jiggle in the air a bit.) “I don’t have any room left in me!” But the machines ignored her, popping the nipple into her mouth and waiting patiently for her to reach up and take it with both hands, exhaling angrily through her nose as she did. She frowned, sucking slowly, identifying the contents as apple juice with a sigh... something else to stimulate her digestion. She tried to relax as much as she could, but the bouncer was unstable, constantly bobbing or twisting with every move she made. More to the point, the contents of her belly were gurgling and grumbling noisily, and her bowels were starting to cramp painfully. She sucked the juice slowly, only drinking as much as she needed to keep the automatons at bay... still, her stomach was filled to the max, and she was forced to push out a lout fart to ease to discomfort building inside her. Embarrassment turned her cheeks red, but couldn’t stop her from sighing, relieved to have alleviated at least some of her discomfort. “Um... excuse me?” she said to no one in particular, not sure if anyone was listening, but pressing her luck anyway. “Can I uh... use the bathroom? Fun’s fun and all, but I kinda gotta go...” Ms. Simmons ignored Ashley’s pleas, studying her discomfort on the monitors with no shortage of amusement-- she’d waited a long time to test her creation out on a live subject, and it seemed as though she’d chosen right. Sending this brat back to pampers and watching her ordeal up to this point had been quite stimulating... but it was what was coming next that she’d been waiting for oh so patiently. She settled in, making herself comfortable, preparing herself to watch the upcoming struggle. That struggle began in earnest a few minutes later, when Ashley finally finished her apple juice, the bottle emptying with a hissing pop. She removed the nipple from her mouth and followed up with a large burp. A mechanical hand snatched the empty bottle from her grip, and Ashley sagged into the seat of the baby bouncer, trying to get comfortable. Frowning, she lifted a diapered butt-cheek as best she could and blasted out another wet rumbler, so loud it was barely muffled by the diaper. Her pampers didn’t do much for the stink either, and she was left to fan her face against the stench. But the fart brought no relief, and for a little while, Ashley simply hung limply in the baby bouncer, twisting gently to and fro in the air conditioning, her face growing pale and distressed. Inside, the grumbling and gurgling was growing louder as the cramps grew stronger and more painful. She was passing gas at regular intervals, the farts getting noisier and greaser all the time. Finally, a cramp bit into her side that was so powerful it forced her to double over, the baby bouncer bobbing and twisting in response to the movement. Her tummy emitted a series of tortuous gurgles and rumbles, and she was clenching her buttocks almost as tightly as they would go. She realized that she was desperate to piss... deciding it was one thing too many to have to concentrate on, Ashley simply slackened her bladder, wetting herself in one hot, wet gush, emitting a satisfied sigh as her diaper absorbed the liquid, a wave of relief washing over her. It was short-lived-- Ashley was farting heavily and loudly now, embarrassing as all hell but also almost totally involuntary. With the pressure increasing to an almost painful degree, she turned to the two-way mirror and pleaded once more. “Bathroom!” She spat desperately. “I gotta go to the bathroom right now! Please don’t make m-- uumph!” She grunted, gut off once more by a pacifier being shoved into her mouth and fastened behind her head via strap and buckle. It was too late anyway-- she felt a mushy surge from her backside, even with her sitting with her full weight on her tushy. Her buttocks parted and she felt her anus open, totally beyond her will, a huge, mushy dollop of poo-poo forced out into the seat of her diaper, accompanied by a rude, gassy sound. Her relief was almost as strong as her embarrassment, and she emitted a noisy sigh, hoping that now that she’d let a little out into her pants, controlling the rest of the load wouldn’t be an issue. Seconds later she realized how wrong she was when a powerful cramp in her bowels simply opened up her back passage in spite of her strongest resistance, leaving her to do anything but emit a distressed grunt, her cramp pushing out another accidental, flatulent round of mushy brown poop into the seat of her diapers. She grunted to herself, trying to tighten her sphincter to keep the rest of the load in... A cramp squeezed her belly like a giant fist, another hot, mushy surge escaped her backside, totally beyond her control... all Ashley could was moan and grunt, the mess spreading out against her bottom and lifting her in her seat, smearing her buttocks and filling the cleft between them. This couldn’t get any worse, she thought to herself, struggling vainly in the muddy mess in her pants to find a more comfortable position. As if in response, a pair of mechanical hands slid out from the floor and grabbed her ankles, pulling her downward in the bouncer. The pile in her pants squished audibly, and she let out a muffled cry behind her pacifier, a plea for mercy. But neither the machine nor Ms. Simmons had any, and the hand swiftly released it’s grip, sending Ashley bouncing up and down in her thoroughly loaded diaper. What’s next for Ashley? A diaper change A bath Playpen time Click here to vote now

I think this sounds like it would feel amazing to get a massage while diapered.

Someone should make a pair of jeans specifically to wear with a diaper.

We'll see those kids here in a few years.