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  1. Chapter 9: The Home Front Bridget’s room was dark, the shadows of the walls just beginning to lengthen with the setting sun. When she turned the light on they retreated, but that only revealed another problem. Her powers of recovery and her recent effective-but-disastrous feeding had left her with no injuries immediately visible, but the same couldn’t be said for the sweater she’d worn. It bore the scars of Mi’cha’s insectoid assault: huge rents where claws had barely missed her, and the scent of Tenkai's smoke bomb caught in its fibers. She shuddered to think of what her mom would say if she saw her, and resolved that would never happen. Bridget stuffed the shredded grey remains of her outerwear into a corner of her closet and wore just the old pink tee shirt underneath that bore a mortifyingly cutesy heart design outlined in silver sparkles. Her clock had to be lying. There was just no way that it was only 4:30. If it wasn’t, that would mean that the entire Vector ordeal had lasted about four hours. It seemed she’d even beaten her mother home, judging by the absence of audible bustle downstairs. Bridget’s body strenuously disagreed though; her bone-deep exhaustion was the kind that she imagined would come from running a marathon. She wanted nothing more than to just lie on her bed and sink blissfully into slumber. But even as drowsiness began to fog her mind, the clock remained insistent, declaring with its usual mechanical tyranny just how little time she had before she was due to meet up with Margot. Aw, crap. Her stomach rumbled a familiar, human hunger, and so she started downstairs. A quick snack and a shower, and she’d be ready, or as ready as she’d ever be anyway. She considered dressing up a bit, showing off for her former best friend, but that seemed a little much, trying too hard. <<Why not, little one? Buttressing vulnerabilities with social armor is simply tactically sound. Consider how effective it was for those early humans who encased themselves in metal to avoid being pierced or bludgeoned to death.>> Bridget went down the stairs and into the foyer, imagining herself in full Joan of Arc helm and chain mail, extending a gauntleted hand to Margot in greeting. But, rather than flee, the imaginary Margot bowed and put her lips to the cold metal and breathed a gallant kiss onto it. Bridget shook her head, dismissing the nonsensical ramblings of her exhausted subconscious, and willing her cheeks to stop burning. “Hello there, Bridget. How are you?” Bridget looked toward the source of the question, and found Sami sat at the kitchen table, laptop open in front of her. The young heroine's golden eyes glared straight into her sister’s face. There was suspicion in that stare, although Bridget couldn’t be entirely sure it wasn’t just a reflection of her own guilt. “Oh, um, I'm fine just kinda been on my computer, y’know. Getting ready to hang out with Margot later and all.” Bridget wouldn't call herself a good improviser at the best of times, and Sami's arched brow suggested that her hasty improvisation hadn't exactly been a smashing success. “I see. It’s good to hear that you’re recovering so well from your...episode last week.” A seared-in memory of burning lungs and the expressionless flesh-mask of an alien warlord bubbled to the surface of Bridget’s mind for an instant, before the reality of Sami came back into focus, lips thinned into a grimace that barely hid an unspoken rebuke. “Y-yeah. I’ve been feeling a lot better,” she fumbled awkwardly. “How about you? I figured you’d be busy with heroine stuff or something.” “Yes. So did I,” Sami replied coldly, “but somehow, my calendar just cleared right up in the last few days.” “Oh.” Bridget had the distinct impression that Sami was talking about losing her opportunity at Vector. She hadn’t had the nerve to ask what had happened after the party, but Sami’s stony expression answered the question clearly enough. “Well, that’s just more time for patrol stuff, right? Bringing the shining light of justice to evildoers, and all that.” Bridget tried to force a smile. “Oh, I'd love to be out doing something useful. But everyone else is off doing something else: job interviews, award-winning experiments, and incomprehensible magical rituals or whatever. So now it’s just me, sitting in an empty house. Going nowhere.” Bridget stood silent, unsure of what to say. “Speaking of, where were you today?” “Huh? I told you, I wasn’t anywhere, I-“ Sami stood up suddenly and stepped toward Bridget. “Don’t lie. You’ve always been a terrible liar. Mom may be too busy organizing things to notice, but I’m not. I’m sure you were absolutely nowhere important. Just like you made exactly no noise and were completely invisible when I called and went to look for you. And just like you just happened to have a freak-out just in time to ruin my shot at making it big,” she spat bitterly. <<Credulous fool. She should be on her knees thanking you.>> Bridget just gritted her teeth. Wonderful, another clueless Sami lecture once again proving that her sister’s strongest superpower was missing the point. She tamped down her frustration and annoyance. Hopefully it would be over soon. “So I’m going to ask you again. What stupid, shortsighted, selfish thing were you doing that you’re hiding from me? Even after I saved your life!” This was too much for Bridget. She’d just returned from fighting a horrifying monster and nearly dying who knew how many times, only to have to listen to Miss Perfect lecture her about selfishness? Her hands balled into shaking fists at her sides as fury roiled beneath her face. <<Exactly, little one, you should->> But Bridget was way ahead of her. “You saved my life? The only reason I ever got kidnapped was because they wanted to get at you! But I’m soooo glad that my kidnapping gave you a chance to show off.” “It’s not showing off!” Sami rose up in the air a head above Bridget, and seethed down at her. “A heroine sacrifices to keep others safe and keep them from suffering. Not that you’d know a damn thing about suffering or sacrifice, since all you do is play video games, unless Mom gets on your case enough to make you do homework, you lazy ingrate.” “I am not! I’m good enough at physics that Leanne wanted me to go for the St. Rose’s summer program.” “Yes. Summer camp. How very mature.” Sami rolled her eyes, but Bridget pressed on. “At least I’m more than a tank-brain who just lasers everything in front of her. Don’t think I don’t remember what a whiny attention-seeker you were before you won the power lottery, either.” “I care because I remember how it felt to be less than everyone! Don’t you belittle that. I shudder to think what you would do with powers. You know, aside from your power to be insufferable.” “Oh, I’m insufferable? I’m not the one whose friends all ditched her 'cause she’s a self-important wannabe corporate tool!” “You have no idea how the real world works! A job at Vector would have supported our family!” Bridget just scoffed.“Supported our family, or supported your precious ego? Just because Mom and you are on the same bullshit doesn’t mean that people with more than two brain cells can't see straight through your preening.” “Why you-” Sami’s eyes brimmed with searing golden light, and Bridget stepped back in instinctive fear as her sister lunged forward. But Sami caught herself, her glow fading with the lowering of her hand. She turned away sharply with a growl of irritation, and returned to staring at her laptop. Bridget stormed back up the stairs, fury eclipsing the hunger she’d come down to satiate and burning away the fog of fatigue like the noonday sun. That stupid, miserable, stuck-up- <<Put her out of your mind, little one. You’re quite correct to be angry, but we don’t want you grumpy when you meet your friend.>> Nnnnnngh, fine, Bridget admitted grudgingly. <<And, speaking of, you should shower as well. While I see nothing wrong with smelling of battle during a social engagement, I do believe other humans might frown upon it.>> Bridget said nothing, but grabbed a towel and made a beeline for the shower. Once there, however, she made a horrifying discovery. “Ugh, we really still only have Mom’s stupid old lady shampoo? Fantastic. Could this get any more embarrassing?” <<I highly doubt she would be intimately familiar with your mother’s scent profile, considering both the lack of specific information that the human sense of smell provides, and that it has been years since the two of them have interacted.>> Yes, thank you, Professor. Bridget continued grumbling all the way through getting ready. The only brief interruption came when Margot’s text arrived saying she’d be there in a maddeningly vague “few minutes.” This, of course, only led Bridget to prepare and worry at a more frenetic pace. She was still kicking herself for not picking a better outfit, not that same sparkle-heart pink top with a plain white skirt, by the time she headed out the door. She chanced a look back at Sami as she went, but her sister just narrowed her golden eyes and said nothing. The autumn air outside was crisp, and just cool enough to make Bridget shiver and wish she hadn’t lost her favorite sweater as a casualty of battle. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before a lone black car crested the nearby hill. Its headlights shone like stars in the suburban sunset as it glided toward her. Bridget didn’t immediately recognize the car, but it could only be Margot’s, it was driven just slightly faster than any of their stodgy neighbors would have countenanced. It rolled to a stop in front of her, and the passenger window slid down with a creak. “Hey,” Margot said, beckoning her inside Bridget almost leapt in, eager to escape the cold and the penetrating gaze of the golden-eyed sentinel she could feel even through the front door. -- Thanks again to everyone reading and commenting
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  2. With Tommy forced downstairs by Erin as she babysits him he is forced to act like the baby she wants him to be. Her friend coming round worries Tommy and he finds it hard to concentrate on his colouring! Art done by Tato. This is only possible thanks to my patrons who help support my writing and allow me to produce as much content as I do. www.patreon.com/Elfy88
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  3. Chapter 1 *Ding dong* "Daddy, daddy. The doorbell rang! It's Amanda" the little girl jumped up and down, waiting for her boyfriend to open the door. Jennifer knew she wasn't allowed to touch the door because that a "big girl responsibility" and she was far from a big girl. If her outfit was any indication, she shouldn't be allowed to be doing anything even a kindergartner could. The 27 year old was wearing her beautiful brown hair up in pigtails, held together by purple ribbons. Covering her torso was a purple football jersey. Those were the only clothes she had on, as evidence by her thick, white diaper on display. During the weekends, daddy had decided that Jennifer was not to wear pants. It made diaper checks and changes much easier. Plus, he just loved how cute she was waddling around with her padded bottom on display. Since her and Steve, the man she called daddy, lived in Minnesota, they were huge Minnesota Vikings fans. They made it a point to get covered in Vikings gear during game day. Today, was a special day however, as one of Jennifer's little friends was coming over to play while their daddies watch the game. She loved watching the game with Steve, but she liked coloring and playing dollies with Amanda more. After what felt like a mile walk to door for Jennifer, she stood right next to daddy as he opened the door to reveal the pair she was expecting. Once the excited little saw Amanda, she hopped onto outside and gave her a hug, not caring if her neighbors saw her padded underwear. Steve saw her and pulled her back into the house. "Let's wait for them to get into the house before you attack them" he said, looking to check if anyone was outside. He had no issue with the type of lifestyle he and Jennifer lived, but he knew that people were not very accepting. Once he got his little girl and the other couple inside, he welcomed the other boyfriend into their home. "Hey Andy, how have you been lately?" Steve asked as he embraced his friend in a hug. These four have been friends since they met each other 2 years ago. "Just living the dream Steve. This little one keeps me on my toes, that's for sure!" Andy said with a laugh as he ruffled Sarah's brown hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail. Steve smiled and responded with "Yeah, I know what you mean. My baby girl is always getting into trouble. Isn't that right princess?" He punctuated his sentence a pat to her bulky diaper, everyone's ears hearing the crinkle that followed. That comment drew a blush from the little one to his right. All she could do was look at the floor and mumble "No daddy, I'm a good girl..." Jennifer really wanted to stick her tongue out at home, but she knew that was a one way ticket to getting spanked. Wanting to turn the conversation in a different direction, Jennifer looked up her Amanda and told her that she admired her outfit. Amanda Smiled at her friend and said "Thanks, daddy picked it out for me. I like yours too." Andy had taught her to always be polite and she wanted to do anything she could to please daddy. Steve chimed in as well. "Jennifer loves wearing shortalls, she would even wear them during the winter if she could" he said, eyeing the denim overalls. In addition to that, he noticed the shirt underneath that had "MInnesota Vikings" written in glitter. The pink socks hidden under the low top Chuck Taylor's she was wearing completed the outfit. "Hey peanut" Andy said, trying to get his little one's attention. "Would you like daddy to take off your shortalls so you can be comfy?" Amanda nodded so fast, she looked like a bobblehead. "Yeah daddy, I wanna be twins with Jennifer!" she said, hopping up and down. It took a little longer, due to all the hopping, but he finally had his baby girl down to her shirt and diaper. Her padding, much like her friend's, was all white. She just thought it looked cuter. "Wow, you two really do look like twins!" Steve said with a smile. "The daddies are going to go watch some football. If you girls wanna come and watch with us, that is ok. If not, why don't you..." he didn't even have time to finish his sentence as he saw the two girls turn around and run towards the steps. The smile on his face only grew bigger as he noticed the obvious diaper waddles. "That might be the cutest thing I have ever seen" Andy chimed in, the smile on his face just as big. "Now, why don't we go catch some pregame" he said as he starting walking towards the living room. "Before we go into football mode, I just want to say that both me and Amanda are so glad to have found you and Jennifer and are glad to have you in our lives." "We feel the exact same way" Andy responded "Me and my little one talk about that day all the time. It feels like it was just yesterday." As both him and Steve sat down on the couch, they started to reminisce about that fun day... Steve knocked on the door, feeling a nervous tension in his stomach. His baby girl wanted to come, but he was not so sure. He had never been to something like this, but Jennifer had been before they were dating. Although, Steve knew how important this was to her, so he swallowed his nervous feeling and put on a smile as he looked at the beautiful girl next to him. The door slowly opened, as if it was a horror movie, to the smiling face of a women in her 40s. "Hi guys, I'm mommy Cassie! Welcome to the play party! Make yourself at home" the women said with the most infectious smile. "Thanks so much for inviting us" Steve answered, walking by her into the main room. Once they walked in, he felt like he had walked into some sort of daycare. Men and women of all ages were playing with toys, listening to their caregivers read them stories, and playing with other little ones. In the corner of the room, there was even 2 boys and 1 girl getting their diapers changed. A nervous look returned to Steve's face. Jennifer, on the other hand, had a huge smile and could not wait to start playing. He looked up at daddy and saw the look on his face. Was it a mistake to bring him here so early in the relationship? "Daddy, are you okay?" she asked, her left hand holding onto his right. He snapped out of his trance when he heard his little one's voice. "Yeah baby girl, of course" Steve answered, trying his best to look confident. "Now sweetie, how about you go find something to play with. Daddy has to go to the potty and go get a drink" He said, letting go of her hand. The smile that kept coming and going returned when he saw her toddle over to the baby blocks, her pink tutu bouncing up and down as she went. After Steve used the bathroom (more of an excuse to collect himself then to pee), he headed into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Pushing the pop and baby bottles full of milk aside, he finally found the beer. "Jackpot" he told himself as he reached for one. "Excuse me, can you grab me a beer" a mystery voice asked behind Steve. "Sure thing" he answered back as he grabbed a second Bud Light and turned around, handing it to the stranger. "Here you go man" he said. "Thanks so much" He said, sipping the beer before extending his free hand. "I'm Andy, by the way." "Steve" he responded, meeting his hand halfway to complete the greeting. After a minute of awkward silence, he asked "So, which one is yours?" Steve asked, looking of the room full of diaper clad adults. "That's my little Amanda right there" Andy replied, pointing over to a little one, wearing nothing save for a very thick diaper giggling as she shook a rattle. "Which one is yours?" he asked right back. "Jennifer is actually sitting right next to Sarah" Steve answered, watching his baby girl play with some baby blocks only feet from Sarah. After a minute, Jennifer looked over at the rattle in Sarah's hand and crawled over to her. "Looks like they might have a blossoming friendship on our hands" he laughed. They both made their way over to the girls, greeting both of them with a pat on their padded bottoms. They didn't want to bother their little girl's bonding/play time, so they just chatted to each other. Turns out they had quite a few mutual interests. Both of them like sports, video games, movies, and going out drinking as well as other things. After they got through all of their vanilla interests, Steve moved onto the reason they were both here. "So, how did you get mixed up in the wonderful world of diaper changes and bottle feedings?" Andy chuckled. "Well, we actually met on a fetish website. We both really liked each others profiles and decided to see if there was something between us. Turns out there was. As for the ABDL thing, we have both been into it for as long as we can remember. How about you two?" He had a feeling that he knew that Steve wasn't a lifelong ABDL like them just from his mannerisms. "Well, I was introduced to this world when my little one filled me in about 6 months into our relationship. I had never heard of this before, but it made her so happy, I figured I would learn about it. After doing some research, I figured out my personality was perfect for the daddy role. So, one day when she got home for work, I greeted her at the door with a diaper and a bottle and the rest is history." It truly was a little odd when Steve heard about it, but knew that Jennifer loved it. He wanted nothing more then to make her happy, so he jumped into it head first. "Thats awesome" Andy replied "I know a lot of vanilla people would have ran and hid at the thought of having to change their partner's diaper. When she told you about this lifestyle, what was your reaction?" Andy was genuinely curious. He had not met many caregivers, or littles for the matter, that started out vanilla and hopped the fence 100%. "Oh, I was freaked out" Steve said bluntly. "I had never heard of it before. At least when people say BDSM, you can get a picture in your mind of what that is. She then told me that it was a very gentle subculture of BDSM and that helped me a little bit. What really got me thinking this is something I should considering being a part of is when Jennifer told me how regressing made her feel. Just hearing how it made all the worries of the adult world go away and allowed her to just not have to worry about anything besides what she was doing at that moment. She said it in a much more in depth and heartwarming way then I am." Steve chuckled. "I completely understand. My little one is the same way. Her regressed state and her adult state are night and day different. I have one more question for you: how did you react when she showed you the diapers?" Andy always loved to hear how a newbie reacted when they were presented with a diaper covered in pink princesses or teddy bears. "Honestly, I thought they were pretty cute. I was expecting her to show me some diapers from a hospital or something like that, but these look like they were made for an actual baby. Also, I noticed how thick they were. I figured that people only wore diapers they could hide easily, but not these. Seeing them was one of the first moments I thought I could actually doing this. I imagined seeing her walking around the house in those and it looked more adorable than I thought it would" Steve, once again, let out a small chuckle. "You got that right, except one thing" Andy put on a serious face "she was waddling around the house, not walking" Both of them shared a good laugh at that remark. "Very true" Steve answered once he caught his breath "Especially when she introduced me to double diapering. I would have never thought of that. My heart nearly melted when I saw her toddle around with a double diaper." "It won't change. We have been living this lifestyle pretty much 24/7 for over a year and Amanda still does stuff that makes my knees weak. That is one of the perks of an ABDL relationship: those moments never stop coming." Andy was so glad he had met this other daddy. It seems like they meshed well and so did their little ones. After another hour of chatting, as well as a bottle feeding and a couple diaper changes, the party was wrapping up. Andy got Amanda back into her shorts and t shirt. Once they were both at the door, Steve offered out a piece of paper with his phone number on it. "Here, why don't you send me a text so we both have each other's number? It seems like our little ones are on their way to being fast friends. I have a feeling a playdate will be needed in the near future." Andy took the paper and responded "Absolutely. Amanda and Jennifer looked like they had an amazing time. Why don't you say bye bye baby?" He motioned to Amanda as she brought her fingers into her palm and then straight up a couple times: the typical baby wave. Jennifer, without any asking from her daddy, did the same back to her new friend. She knew they were gonna be bestest friends.
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  4. Chapter Thirty: Jackie went to the counter to check out and I stood behind one of the potted plants in the corner. Hiding wasn't feasible, not with the bright pink of my dress, but I couldn't go out there in front of everyone and act like everything was normal. I couldn't even walk, damnit! Jackie exchanged the room keys and signed a piece of paper, then came back to find me. I sulked. "Come on," she told me. "Let's go out the side door. Betsy should be here any minute." Sure enough, Betsy was just getting out of the mini van when we made it to the parking lot. She looked at us with a frown. "I said I would be up to get you at nine. You didn't have to come down here." In other words, she didn't want me to avoid the humiliation of check out. "Too late now," she sighed. "Don't worry, Bets, I took care of it." I patted her on the shoulder with a hint of condescension, and nodded to the van. "Are we going back to the studio for the big finale?" While asking, I was taking my camera lens off and snapping a few pictures of Leona. Betsy would think it for the project; but these were for me. Betsy grinned and I sunk into myself. "The studio? Oh, no. We have something much more grand. Come now." She opened the back door to the car and I was greeted immediately by the camera crew. I put on my best baby girl expression and waved with both hands. Last day, I reminded myself. Last day. Last day, I thought to myself. This was the last day this vile woman would have any sway over my little girl’s actions. But it wasn't as though she'd ever had sway over her heart - that was mine. So I sat in front, and I took pictures. Not of the smiles she gave the film crew, but of the looks she gave in between. “We're going to have a grand finale that your fans deserve, Baby Luvs," Betsy smiled, proudly. "It's like nothing you've ever done before, even more special and scary then when you filled your padding with stinky mess for everybody. Won't that be wonderful?" A grand finale? I should have expected that. But when Betsy mentioned the horrifying act I'd done in my diaper three times already, I went crimson. I looked at Jackie nervously, but I had to play it up. The cameras were on me. Last day, I thought. That was going to be my mantra, it seemed. "Uhhuh! Wonderful!" "I'm so glad you're so excited for the spectacle you're going to be today, Baby Luvs! That's a good spirit to have!" Okay, but what was she up to? What could she impose upon my Leona that she hadn't already done? What could be so awful? But we were driving away from the city, away from the hotel, away from the apartment. I had so many questions, like... like where was the furniture from the hotel? Jackie passed me a bottle on Betsy's instruction and I sucked it softly for the camera, batting my beautiful lashes and giggling in the seat. I knew how to play my role. I was good at it. I was beyond professional. If anything, this week was the equivalent of getting my doctorate in babyhood. I should put that on my resume. I'd have to tell Jackie that joke later... But as the afternoon dragged on and the bottle was long gone, I was getting bored of waiting. What was Betsy planning, and why did we have to go so far out of the city to do it? Finally, after two very long hours, we pulled into the lot of a public park. I anxiously looked at all the cars and over at Jackie. She... she wasn't taking me out in public like this, was she? I couldn't even walk... Betsy climbed out of the car, and the camera crew got into position, too - one more man than usual, who stayed in the car to film from inside, while Betsy opened the door on the outside and unbuckled the baby girl from her seat, lifting her out and setting her down into an off-road style stroller, the sort with three wheels. "Better safe than sorry to keep the nasty icky mud off Baby Luvs dress, and contained to her diaper, right everyone?" She laughed while I followed along, and it took less than a minute or two for the group of us to arrive at the Grand Finale. Her nursery. Set up here, in the public park, in open air. There were streamers. Banners. Many, many people surrounded a huge picnic table with a tablecloth, decorated with gifts. And a cake. A birthday cake. "Happy First Birthday, Baby Luvs!" Kate leaned down and hugged me tight around the stomach. Kate? If Kate was here, then so was... "LUVS!" Jessie tackled me in the stroller, almost knocking the both of us to the green grass. She was dressed in a beautiful purple party dress - something tastefully childish. Envy washed over me. "Sprinkles has been eager to see you again since you visited on Wednesday," Kate explained. I had to play it up. So I flashed my brightest smile and hugged Jessie back. "Me too! So 'cited to see you!" I was not excited to see her. I wasn't excited to see any of this... Happy First Birthday. This was a birthday party, in the park? In a public place, with the crib, the changing table, everything... I looked at the layout and made inventory. Was the highchair new? It had to be new. I scanned the crowd until I found Abe, sharing a conversation with a man in a suit. I made my way over to the area sectioned off for AV equipment and waited to catch Abe’s attention. "Well, Abe, this is certainly... something." "Isn't it, Jenny? It's something, look around you, look at the nature, look at all that green, isn't that something? It is, Jenny, it is, and that something is money, Jenny, green like money, all the money we're going to make off today and tonight!” Half a week away from this man was not long enough. “You really caught her by surprise today, huh?" "You ain't seen nothin' yet," Abe said with a smile and a glint in his eye. "Come on Luvs, less play!" I climbed out of the stroller at Jessie's behest and stumbled to my feet. She watched in awe as I struggled to stand and a wide grin spread across her face. "Tag!" she shouted, tapping me on the shoulder. "You're it!" Then she ran across the grass toward a tree on the far end of the picnic area. I looked up at Jackie with a pout, but she just shrugged her shoulders. Yeah, yeah. Last day... I watched Leona run, I watched her trying to keep up with Sprinkles. But there was just no way that Thickly Padded Baby Luvs could have kept up. The cameras caught everything, making up for the lack of catching Leona did. And Sprinkles turned and teased her. "Too much of a baby to catch me? Maybe its all the poopies in your pampers, Baby Luvs!" I blushed furiously and looked at Jessie, then at the camera, and down at my frilly ruffle socks, clad in small black buckle shoes. This wasn't fair! Every step I took, I toddled like a baby who had just learned to walk! Jessie stuck out her tongue at me and I balled my hands at my side, running toward her as fast as I could with little to no regard for my balance. What was it about Jessie that always brought out this competitiveness in me? All I had to do was touch her. Just once! But just before my hand reached her dress, I tripped and fell flat on my face. The cameras caught everything. The attempt. The run. The stumble. The fall. The crying that followed, and then the fact I ran to her side without any regard for what was happening or who might see me. I bundled her up, I played with her hair, and I told her how okay it was that she fell. Sometimes that happened to girls her age. And the cameras caught it all. My palms were scraped and my shoulders hurt and my legs felt numb for a few seconds. I didn't mean to start crying. But Jessie's stupid smirk and everyone watching and... and I couldn't help it. Tears started dripping down my cheeks and I fed into it. Wailing like a child. Until Jackie pulled me into her arms. I wrapped myself around her and pushed my face into her neck. She was so... warm. So comfortable. I smiled quietly and wiped my tears on her shirt. "Sprinkles, you get over here and apologize to Baby Luvs right this second." I didn't even know where that tone came from! She wasn't even my little girl, but sure as rain that girl came over quick as could be and mumbled an apology to Leona. "Why don't you go get her a juicebox, alright? She knows you didn't mean it, but she just needs a minute and she'll be good to play again." A Mom mode I didn't even know I had. Wow... that was... sort of cool. I looked up at Jackie with renewed reverence as Jessie brought a juice box over to me. Jackie poked the straw into it and held it up to my lips. I smiled softly and sipped the straw, holding the juice box with both hands. The cameras never stopped filming me, but it felt like the two of us were alone in the world. I wanted to kiss her... but that wouldn't make for a good documentary. When I got to my feet again, I held Jackie's hand to stay standing. I saw Betsy watching from the edge of the picnic area with her arms crossed. Annoyed? Or contemplative? I couldn't tell. "Do you wanna go play on the playground?” In for a penny, in for a pound. I was here, I was on camera, and this was this. Whatever. "I'll push you on the swing until lunch is ready?" Abe was on the phone, laughing, watching, talking about money clearly because he was smiling. What was he up to? What was this? "Push me on the swing, Mommy!!" Sprinkles was tugging on Kate's arm and puffing out her cheeks. And then someone else pulled up in a white SUV and got out of their vehicle - was that... I squinted. Was that? From Bed Bath and Beyond? No way… "Ohhhh look! She's so cute in her new dress!" Becky ran up to me and pinched my cheeks, and before I thought better of it, I slapped her hands away. Becky was either fifteen or more suited to my career than I was - it wasn't fair for her to treat me like that! But slapping was all the excuse Betsy needed. "Baby Luvs!" My blood ran cold... "You will not treat your friends this way! Becky came all this way to see you on your birthday, and you hit her? You leave Mommy no choice." I hated when she used that word on my Leona. But I hated what happened next even more. She grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the park bench, sat down, and pulled her right over her lap. The park had to have been rented out for the party. Right? But half the people here, I had never met before. Men in suits or guys wearing polo shirts. Did they know me? Did they know who I was? Or was the sight of a grown woman in two very thick diapers being tugged over another woman's lap a complete surprise to them. Everyone turned. Everyone watched. The wind rustled the trees of the sunny afternoon and Betsy lifted the seat of my dress. I felt tears in my eyes before her hand even came down once on my bottom and I started to beg. The humiliation was crippling... "Please, please don't... I'm sorry, please don't..." "I raised you better than this, Baby Luvs. I raised you better than to hit other people. You are in such trouble young lady! I think we're going to go all the way to twenty this time, and I know you can't even count that high but it’s a VERY high number!“ What could I do? Should I intervene? But when I took a step forward, Abe grabbed my wrist and shook his head. Smiling. Grinning. Ugh! Each smack on the seat of my ruffled panties was worse than the one before it. I couldn't feel it at all, but I could certainly hear it. I could hear the laughter, the whispers, the teasing. I saw the camera poking into my face to capture my expression, knowing full well the other one was getting a full view of my ass as Betsy's hand came down over and over on my diapered behind. Tears dripped down my cheeks and I kicked my feet in protest. When had crying become so easy? When had I fallen so far? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like & Comment! Please also consider supporting us on Patreon!
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  5. I cuddle my teddy bear. I named him Alibaster.
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  6. I wet as a means to stop getting up multiple times every night just to pee in the toilet. Physical activity turns my sleep off and ruins the rest my body needs as I can never get back to sleep quickly (or sometimes at all) once I get up. Since I wear 24/7 that's not an issue anymore; wake slightly, pee as needed, then fall right back to sleep. Occasionally I won'r even wake up and just pee in my sleep. And now i get the rest my old body needs which makes every pert of my life better Bettypooh
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  7. Okay, here's the problem, this isn't some secret political statement or allegory about the Orwellian state we find ourselves moving ever closer to, monitored by an overbearing patriarchy, this is a story about people wearing diapers and acting and being treated like babies. I know that the world is a scary place right now, and a lot of fucked up things are happening BUT not everything needs to have a message or be a soapbox for change. Simply put, if you don't like the theme just move along, there doesn't need to be a discussion about your beliefs and how the story goes against them. @Wannatripbaby this is what I was avoiding, but you act like me responding will be the thing that sets something off when you opened the door for political views that had no place here. Diaper Dimension stories deal with all manner of, let's call it what it is, slavery and abuse, and very rarely do those catch heat for being something that draws a correlation to current political and socioeconomic issues. I only know of one instance where that happened in one of Kimmy's stories and it was silly even then. If a story starts to go against what you're into then bail. The story is over and done and if you were upset by it then it obviously wasn't for you, but commenting about why it upset you makes it feel like you expect the story to change and it won't. At the end of the day, unless otherwise stated, I write for me, to do something creative for myself that may or may not get read. Discussion about themes is fine but commenting in such a way as to bring real world issues into a fictional story where that's not the point derails constructive dialogue between the author and audience. The only reason governments were even mentioned in the story was to make the world feel less empty, that the events of the characters isn't happening in a bubble. I know it's a ridiculous notion that something like this could happen, just like I know it's a ridiculous notion that there was a squad of Civil War soldiers that were ABDL. I've said my piece and I'm sorry if anyone got their feelings hurt, but let's all just go back to reading stories and masturbating to them, please and thank you.
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  8. I was slightly woozy, the alcohol and the stress of the evening was taking its toll. Abby held her hand out to me as Amanda eased my head off her lap. “Come on baby let’s get you all washed and ready for beddie byes” I got to my feet and the swollen nappy felt thicker than I thought was possible. The last pee I had must have filled the disposable to its maximum liquid capacity. There were no leaks and it felt like I was wearing cotton wool, my genitals were being caressed with each movement I made. I held Abby’s hand and as I waddled across the room, my every step making the nappy crinkle loudly, Amanda followed on. The nappy was now sagging, even to an untrained eye it was clear that it had been used well but the fixings held tight and the waist band remained in place despite the weight. As we entered the bathroom I noticed the bath was full to the top with soapy water, Abby must have added bubble bath whilst running it. Abby announced to me “Right baby, stop still whilst I get this wet nappy of you” Amanda came in close behind me and put her arms around my shoulders softly kissing my neck and whispering. “Such a good baby boy, just let Mummy Abby get you out of your dirty diaper” I stood there as Abby reached for the tabs on the nappy and then one by one, starting at the top first, she ripped each of the sticky tapes. Once the last tab had been removed the heavy nappy hit the floor with a loud thump The noise made Abby and Amanda laugh loudly. “I’d say baby has used that one” Amanda chuckled Abby joined in as she led me to the bath “Come on Dan Dan, let’s get you baby fresh” I stepped into the bath, the water was a perfect temperature and as I lay there the bubbles almost overflowed. Abby grabbed the sponge from the side and after submerging it in the water started to wash me all over. Amanda sat down on the toilet and watched on as Abby sponged me down. I was asked to lift my arms and at one pint stand up so Abby could get into every nook and cranny to make sure I was clean. If I had nt been so tired and emotional, the tender way Abby washed my penis and balls may have caused some excitement, but as it was I was in my own relaxed world. “Right baby that’s you done, Amanda can you pass me the big towel” Amanda handed Abby the white fluffy towel and Abby held it open and asked me step out of the bath and into her arms. As Abby dried me both ladies gave me compliments about how well I’d done during the focus group meeting and what a good boy I’d been wetting my LBU nappy for all the Mummies. Once Abby had thoroughly dried me she asked Amanda to take me into the bedroom and get me ready for bed whilst she dealt with the mess on the bathroom. Holding Amanda’s hand and still with the towel around me I was led to the single bed I stood next to the bed and Amanda handed me a large glass of water. “This’ll prevent a hangover, drink it all up and you’ll avoid dehydration” After I had drained the glass Amanda lay me down on the bed. “We’ve still got a few samples of LBU left, I think it might be best if I put you in one for the night. You’ve had a lot to drink this evening and I would nt want you to have an accident in the hotel bed” I did nt argue that I would nt need night time protection, after all that had gone on that evening wearing another disposable nappy was nt going to phase me. Soon I was laying back on the single bed completely naked waiting for a beautiful woman to put me in another thick diaper. “Good baby, let me get you nice and snug in your nappy so you can get a good nights sleep” Amanda proceeded to cover my lower regions in a sweet powder, making sure that the white dust was rubbed into every crease. I was asked to lift my bum up from the bed and the thick LBU was slipped underneath me. Once the tapes were fastened tight Amanda pulled the bed covers over me and tucked me in. With a kiss on my forehead Amanda whispered. “Sleep well baby, me and Mummy Abby will just be in the bathroom for a while. See you in the morning” As I drifted off I could hear the sounds of laughter and what I thought was moans of pleasure coming from the hotel bathroom. The next thing I remember is feeling movement around my groin area and I struggled to work out what was happening in the dark hotel room. As my eyes focused I could make out that it was Amanda and I realised that she had pulled down the sheets and had a finger inside the leg cuff of my disposable. In the dim light Amanda must have seen me stir and half open my eyes “Hey baby, just checking your nappy to see if you have wet and need a change” I mumbled back that should I need the toilet then I would discard the disposable and use the bathroom. Amanda sounded slightly annoyed. “Well I won’t be letting that happen. Once my babies are put in a nappy it stays on until it’s used.” Before adding “Let’s not forget the troubles you had initially with trying to tape your nappy on” “I think it’s best that you come and share the bed with Abby and I until morning, just so I can keep an eye on you” Amanda pulled back my covers and I was encouraged to leave the single bunk and join Abby and Amanda in the large double bed. Abby lay on the right side so I was prompted to lay in the middle with Amanda to my other side. “Let’s get back to sleep” Amanda reached over and placed her hand on the top of my nappy. The plastic cover crinkled as she settled off to sleep. It must have only been an hour later when I woke with the urgent need to urinate. The large glass of water must have joined the rest of the evenings liquid in filling my bladder to almost breaking point. Amanda’s hand still remained on the disposable I was wearing and I knew that I would never be able to exit the bed without waking either her or Abby. I wiggled a bit, determined to wait until morning to pee and use the grown toilet. This action caused Abby to stir and she too reached over to hold me steady. “If you need a wee Dan just use the nappy like a good boy” Abby’s voice woke Amanda and using the hand she already had on my groin area she started to rub above my bladder, exerting tiny pressure making the effort I was making to hold my urine very painful. “Just let go Baby, be a good boy and wet your nappy for us” I could nt hold back any longer, I tilted my head sidewards and nestled into Amanda welcome bossom. I let go and started to fill yet another nappy. Abby joined in stroking the back of my head as I wet the disposable. This wee seemed to take for ever, I felt the liquid running down my ball sack and settling in the soft padding below them. Eventually the torrent came to a halt, I felt the nappy swell as it absorbed every drop of my urine. I sighed as I settled back, Amanda and Abby both told me I was such a good baby wetting my LBU for them again. I drifted off to sleep with an empty bladder and two beautiful woman stroking my head and my plastic padding. As light came I woke in the same position I had fallen asleep. The shame of what I had down the previous evening hit me before my aching head. I had behaved like a little baby on command and wet myself, and in front of so many people. I could feel the thick nappy still around my waist but it still did nt stop me lifting the covers to check the padding was still in place. Amanda stirred as soon as I moved and opened her eyes to look at me. She smiled a beautiful smile as she whispered to me. “Morning baby, did you have a good sleep?” I nodded, still embarrassed about what had gone on previously. “Ah, is our little nappy boy a bit shy this morning?” Amanda’s voice woke up Abby and she reached over and grabbed the front of my thick diaper. “Good to see the LBU still in place even after a night in bed” “You done well yesterday, Dan. Some of the feedback will be vital to our product launch” I answered thank you. Amanda pulled my head towards her breasts. “Does baby need to have a morning wee wee and wet his nappy again?” Buried in her chest I shook my head. Even if I had have been bursting to pee I still would have tried to avoid filling the nappy again. “Okay, let’s get you washed and dressed” Pulling my head up I explained to both ladies that I could wash and dress myself. In a hurry I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom wearing just my used disposable. Abby and Amanda laughed. “Grown man? Grown men don’t wear and wet nappies” Amanda shouted as I crossed the room. Once in the bathroom I ripped off the nappy I’d been wearing all night and threw it in the rubbish bin (It did not occur to me that some unsuspecting house maid would eventually discover the used product and wonder how big the baby was that had been wearing it) Once showered I exited the bathroom to find that the hotel had delivered my freshly laundered clothes to the door. Abby and Amanda where both sitting up in bed watching my every move. I dried myself and turned my back to the ladies to put my underpants on. “You have nt got anything we have nt seen before” Abby chuckled. I continued to dress quickly. Once fully dressed I turned to speak to Abby and Amanda. “Sorry, I forgot I need to be somewhere urgently this morning. I’ve got an appointment in Kent in a couple of hours and it’s a long journey” Amanda smiled realizing I was just making an excuse to leave as soon as possible. “Does baby Dan need a nappy for the long train journey?” She laughed I felt myself go red “Sorry I have to go” As I shut the hotel room behind me I heard Amanda and Abby burst into laughter. I worried all the way home and was relieved to reach my home and close the door behind me. As I settled in my chair I checked my mobile phone. There was a new picture message sent whilst I had been in the process of getting home. I opened the message and was met by a full length image of me taken last night wearing just the LBU nappy. The text with the photo read ‘Well done yesterday Dan, you were the perfect baby model. We look forward to you joining us on more work adventures in the very near future’ It was ‘signed’ Mummys Abby & Amanda xxxxx ********* That first adventure was 6 months ago, half a year later I’m now living with Amanda and Abby. I am made to play baby on a regular basis, but our relationship is much more than just that. The numerous work ‘trips’ developed into something much more. The LBU products have expanded too, the range now includes pink nappies and frilly plastic pants......that was a modeling job I won’t forget in a hurry. Perhaps I’ll tell you all about it sometime.....if you want to listen
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  9. Since I posted the last couple chapters there were a lot of things keeping me from writing. I had actually finished this chapter back in August, but didn’t want to post it without anything else in the pipeline. I have another chapter basically done that I hope to post next weekend, or the following. Work is still hectic right now, but hopefully I’ll be able to get back to a regular posting schedule by January! Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy! Chapter 37 I WATCHED IN horror at the fact that Megan’s short Amazonian frame was dwarfed by the girl who yelled at her. I swallowed my fear though to let go of the rope and began walking towards Megan anyway. The brown haired Amazon seemed to be just a bit taller than Amanda, making Megan look like a little in comparison. Her body was very plump with breasts that couldn’t seem to stay contained inside of her ill-fitting top. “I’m here to pick up my niece,” Madison said warily. “Oh, I thought maybe you figured out you should be joining the littles?” the girl said nastily. “I’m not the one that feels the need to move in with them? I’m in a big girls dorm.” Megan countered. “Now if you don’t mind I’m going to pick up my niece… Unfortunately I’m sure we’ll see each other in classes next week…” She chose that moment to pick me up protectively and held me on her hip, “Where are you going with her?” Madison asked testily having turned around to see her leaving with me now. “Ms. Madison, this is my Auntie Megan, my mommy asked for her to pick me up.” “That’s true?” Madison asked Megan. “Yep Madison, I’d stay and talk but I promised my sister we’d go take care of some things after I picked up my niece.” “What’s going on here?” Mrs. Beauregard asked as she came of the hall. “I’m trying to figure out what this runt is doing with a student little that can’t be adopted,” the large girl said. “I’m picking up my niece to watch her for my sister, Ma’am,” Megan said politely. “And you are?” She asked me. “Stacy Westerfield,” I told her. “Oh… you…” she said with a tone that made me more than slightly nervous after the last hour and a half. She looked at the large Amazon girl, “Did she confirm this was her aunt?” “Yes she did,” Madison said to our side holding onto the line of our nest. “I know her mommy said it was okay for her to pick her up. I just hadn’t officially met her yet… Megan, right?” “That’s me,” Megan said nervously. “Well, we can’t all stand here all day, seems like everything’s okay, move along now.” Madison walked away then and I whispered, “Who is she?” “A conniving two faced bitch,” she told me softly as we exited past the littles who stared at us for the confrontation and my position being carried by a short giant. I waved at a few of my new friends as she carried me away and down the sidewalks towards the dorms. “Let’s just say I’m nearly a betweener in height according to some of the girls I’m in classes with.” She hissed, “They think that means I might as well be a little then… Last year I helped tutor her when she was failing a math class. For some reason then she turned around and stabbed me in the back with a professor in another class. If it wasn’t for Mandy I might have been expelled…” “What’s her name?” “You mean two-faced bitch doesn’t count?” She laughed and I had to giggle too. She was such a breath of fresh air since she wasn’t talking to me like I was a baby who it was inappropriate to swear near. “Nancy Dannigan,” she said, “avoid her at all costs if you can. By the end of the year she almost always has several of her girls from her nest breastfeeding from her in the cafeteria. Anytime someone questions it she says they asked her to… Let’s just say that’s not long before they go missing to wherever it is littles get stolen away to…” “I’m not surprised,” I told her. She walked along for a few more minutes before saying, “So we have about an hour and a half to kill, what do you want to do besides change that wet diaper you’re wearing?” “Pour bleach in my ears so that I can forget about what I just heard in that seminar?” I said sarcastically. “That’s the one where they basically point out you’re better off letting yourself be adopted out rather than continue as a student?” “You’ve been there for it?” “No, but I’ve made some friends with littles over the years and heard about it. It’s despicable and that woman is about as awful as anyone can get. I think she’s actually worse than Chloe and Cassie…” “That’s low,” I said, “but about right.” She gave me a squeeze and I watched passively as she carried me down the sidewalk to her dorm. Megan sat me down outside the doors and touched her keycard to the sensor before holding open the massive door for me. “Hey Megan!” a friendly voice said as we walked to an elevator. “Hi Raileigh,” she said in response and I looked to another fairly short Amazon who was still taller than Megan. Her blonde hair was hanging from a messy ponytail and she seemed to have been working out. “Who’s this?” she asked curiously as she joined us waiting for the elevator. “She’s adorable!!!!” “Raileigh this is Stacy,” she introduced me, “Stacy this is my neighbor Raileigh.” “Nice to meet you,” I said politely. “You too… but who is she?” she asked Megan suspiciously. “Oh, my niece,” she told her, “she’s going to school here.” “Your niece…?” she asked. “My sister adopted her as a sort of exchange student deal.” “So you mean she really is a student?” She asked curiously as she stared down at me. “Yes, I am,” I told her myself a little annoyed at being talked about. “Sorry…” she said bending down, “my only encounters with littles are my brothers at home… they don’t do much but poop and pee in their diapees…” I sighed, “I hope to make more of my life than that.” “Umm… You do know how small you are, right?” The girl asked in an incredulous tone. “There’s no way you’re going to graduate?” I smiled, “I will do it, I’m more than capable.” Megan picked me up then and hugged me, “She’s smarter than you would believe. She placed out of the first two semesters of math, she might even be in your calculus class actually, you’re taking the third semester again, right?” I watched the poor girl blush, “Yeah… Math is just not my strong suit…” She paused, “I’m sorry for mocking you there… Maybe we could work together sometime?” I smiled, “I’d be happy to if we can figure out how... You might have to come to my house.” “I’d like that… Megan’s a good friend of mine…” she paused as we reached a door that led to some other closed and locked doors, “I’ll see you later though.” Megan used her card key on a card reader panel and opened up a large dorm room with a single bed, desk, closet, and TV obvious at first. The next most obvious thing though was the princess pink theme throughout the room with a glittery tiara decal at the head of her bed. “I didn’t realize you were a princess fanatic,” I told her with a smirk. “Obviously since I am the baby of the family, I am the true princess,” she told me with her own smirk. “I’m guessing you don’t use those words too much around your sisters?” She shrugged as she picked me up and sat down with me on her gigantic bed, “I’m the baby sister and I know it. I also know I am short… But for the most part I’m never really that worried about it.” “Do you ever worry…?” “What? That they’ll really go ahead and decide to baby me?” Megan laughed. “I know it sounds silly…” She shook her head, “Actually it happened once with Cassie when Mandy had moved out and Mom and Dad were gone for a weekend. I was ten and she was the only one around that could stay with me. I accidentally spilled a coke on her and she became livid. Next thing I knew I was in diapers and she was attempting to get me to drink out of a baby bottle.” “Where did diapers big enough to fit you even come from?” I asked. She shrugged, “I was small enough then that I easily just fit in the largest size regular baby diapers. I guess she had a few in her car from babysitting the week before.” “How’d you get out of that?” She smirked, “I gave her the baby she wanted and let loose a load in the diaper that made her puke. When she refused to clean me up I said, ‘Guess I’m not being babysat anymore,’ and stood up, untaped the diaper, and shoved it on her shirt before I calmly walked back to my bathroom to take a shower.” “What did she do then?” “Once she got over her shock she began pounding on the door to my room. I ended up hiding in my room after the shower and called Mom to let her know about it…” “What did she say?” “She… wasn’t happy… let’s just say that was the last time Cassie was a babysitter for me.” I shuddered, “both of your sisters other than Amanda…” “I know, right?” She shrugged, “So we have about an hour before we have to go, anything you want to do?” I shrugged, “I hadn’t made it any further with planning. Plus the afternoon kind of put a downer on any thoughts I might have had.” She looked at me for a second and smiled, “You don’t have your nails painted, do you?” I held my hands out to her, “Umm… no… kind of surprising actually given how girly girl Amanda likes dressing me.” She smiled, “Well, in that case it’s my solemn auntie duty to fix this terrible act of neglect!” I watched from my perch as she went to a drawer and pulled out a mini (to her) milk crate of nail polishes and tools. Before she sat back down next to me she asked, “How’s your diaper doing?” I shrugged, “It’s wet…” “Do you want me to change it? I can let you do it too?” I looked at her for a moment before saying, “You’d be quicker?” She smiled and made quick work of it before beginning to work on my nails. She filed them to a round shape before she painted a base coat of forest green that matched the school colors. A yellow E was then carefully painted on my thumbnails, while she put some other little squiggles on the other nails. My hands were so tiny compared to hers I considered her patience impressive. “There, now you look cute!” She told me with a smile before glancing a clock on the wall. “And now it’s time to get you to that meeting too…” “Thanks Megan,” I told her and gave her a hug. “You’re welcome Stacy,” she said as she quickly put away her supplies. “That diaper still good?” I nodded, not having needed to go since she changed me. “Okay then, let’s go meet your friend.” She hustled me out of there with my backpack on and walked quickly down to an area in the student union where meeting rooms were. A large sign outside the room said, “Lambda Delta Pi welcome party.” As Amanda and I approached a girl at the front looked up angrily, “This isn’t a party for Amazons,” she told her. “She’s just escorting me here,” I told her calmly bringing her attention back to me. The girl was dressed in a nice dress and had a light white jacket on that had the Greek Letters ΛΔΠ embroidered on it in. A gold pin was prominent on her jacket that I guessed was a sorority pin based on what little I knew about such organizations back home. “And you are…?” She asked. “Stacy Westerfield, Sarah Evans invited me?” “We’ll see about that…” she said suspiciously and called out, “Sarah?” Sarah came out shortly dressed similarly, “Hi Stacy!” before looking a little shaken at the short giant next to me. “Umm… I’m sorry, but Lambda Delta Pi is only for littles?” Megan laughed, “No worries, I’ll leave her here.” She looked at me and said, “Amanda should be here for you at five-thirty. If you need to leave before then call me.” I walked over and hugged her as she leaned down and then walked back to the stunned expression of the girl. “Are you crazy?” The other girl asked a moment later, “she only wants to adopt you!” I laughed, “Somehow I think her sister wouldn’t be too happy with that.” Sarah laughed too, “Yeah, and she’s a lot bigger!” “What’s so funny?” the girl asked. “Relax Jess, we’re laughing because Stacy is already adopted.” “Then what is she doing here?” Jess the girl panicked, “she’s probably just trying to get dirt so her mommy can swoop in…” I held my hand up, “Stop, I’m not your average little, and my ‘mommy’ isn’t your average Amazon. I’m here as kind of an exchange student from the other dimension. I knew I didn’t want to live in the dorms and not have a chance of anything other than being a mindless baby in a nursery, so I found a pair of crazy Amazon parents to foster me while I’m here.” “You’re from the other dimension?” Her eyes looked me up and down, “Is that why you’re so tiny?” Sarah asked curiously. I shook my head and shrugged, “No idea what went wrong.” “Well, let’s try this again,” Sarah said with a sigh, “Jess this is Stacy, Stacy this is Jess. Jess is one of our senior members this year and she’s a bit paranoid about adoption this close to the finish line.” I nodded, “I can understand that…” “S… sorry,” Jess said sheepishly, “I’m just convinced everyone is against us.” “Well that’s the whole point of our sisterhood Jess.” “If that’s the whole point then why invite her?” She asked suspiciously. “I was wondering the same thing,” I asked curiously. “For that you would have to join Stacy… Jess I’ll tell you later.” I looked up suspiciously, “Am I being setup for something here?” She shook her head, “we just hold our secrets of our sisterhood dear. Come on in and meet everyone,” she told me and ushered me forward to a room with little sized tables filled with hors d'oeuvres. With as short as I was it seemed like they were still adult tables compared to me. I watched Sarah bite into a loaded potato skin before considering if I would want to eat anything there. “It’s all safe Stacy, we prepared it all ourselves.” I shrugged knowing I didn’t have class anyways and grabbed a few things and let her lead me around the room introducing me to their officers and about two-dozen members. It seemed like there were only a few sophomores that were members that were being sought after. I cornered Sarah after a while, “Why am I the only freshman?” “Most of the time we give everyone a year to shake out if they’re going to be stupid and get adopted or if they have a chance to survive graduation.” “And me?” “You’re already adopted and safer than any of us will ever be…” she paused, “And, I liked how gutsy you were when I met you.” She smiled, “Not to mention you have really cute nails!” “Thanks, my ‘auntie’ did them for me earlier.” I continued circulating around the room after that and learned that the girls didn’t have a house to stay in obviously since they were littles, but that they were allowed to live on the same floor next to each other. Somehow they also seemed to have managed to avoid having too invasive of RAs babying them. One of the officers, Lisa, sat down with me and asked me some questions. “How did you do on your tests this week?” “Pretty good,” I told her. “Numbers?” I looked at her and got the feeling I was being evaluated as a piece of meat at a cattle show. It had been pretty apparent so far that I was being recruited by Sarah to become a member, but not everyone else seemed sure that the idea of an adopted little being around was a good idea. “Which test?” “Math placement?” “One-ninety,” I answered her. “Bull shit?” She said. I laughed, “I’m good at math.” “No kidding, you’re telling me the truth?” I dug into my bag and pulled out the paper copy I had. My computer science placement test and CARE exams were right there too and she just shook her head, “Are you a robot from the future or something?” I giggled, “No, just a plain old little girl.” “So what’s with your adoption? She’s a professor, right?” I nodded, “And my adopted daddy is a doctor.” “And you’re okay with being adopted?” “It beats being taken off the streets? Or forcibly put into the daycare and orphanage here?” She nodded, “Yeah… so what happens if you demerit out?” I shrugged, “I don’t honestly know or plan to find out. Hopefully I would just be told I had to go back to daycare, but I suppose they could use that as a reason for LPS to take me away. I haven’t really considered it that much though.” “And how much… Umm…” “How much have I been babied?” She grimaced but her head went up and down. “Basically everything they would do with a baby my size I’ve done, leave it at that?” “Including breast feeding?” She asked with a hiss. “Yes…” “Currently?” I pouted unintentionally, “No… Mo… Amanda doesn’t want me to have a poopy accident in class.” “Keep it that way! That milk is highly addictive and you won’t have any control over your body in a month.” “I kind of liked that with my urine,” I told her. “Why?” “You may have noticed I’m even smaller than you. Potties my size don’t exist commercially.” “Or at all…” she agreed. “Well… I made one actually…” I ended up telling her the story of the incident from last week and she laughed with me. Soon several other girls were there and I alternated laughing and cringing as I heard stories from their own misadventures with Amazons. Some were from before college and, and others at the university. Every single one of them had been diapered and endured some other babying at some point before they joined. From talking to them it seemed like life got better for them after they joined… “So what do you all actually do as a group?” I asked finally noting that it was getting close to time for dinner. “Mainly we hang out and help each other out academically. If we need to go shopping for something we go in a large group of so that we can cover for each other. Generally we all work together to get good grades and escape Emerson without ending up in the nursery,” Jess said. “Though in your case I don’t know what the goal would be…” “Graduating and helping you all out?” I said. “How can you help us? You’re already in diapers and a nursery?” Jess asked. I smirked, “I’m pretty good with computers… let’s just say I would make a good ally?” “How good?” she asked. “I tested out of a lot of classes?” “You’d need to, that department is the worst at letting littles pass…” Sarah said. “Huh?” I responded. “Doctor Wernstrom seems to be single handedly responsible for a dozen or more littles being kicked out each year. As far as I know I don’t think a single little has made it through one of his classes…” “He was an ass,” I agreed, “I’m glad I tested out of all of his classes.” “All of them?” Jess said. “There’s like four or five of them?!?” I smiled, “I could be of value?” I then asked, “So how many of your members actually graduate?” “Most of the time we get ninety-five percent of our members to graduation,” Sarah said matter-of-factly. “Last year everyone graduated that had joined from the class.” “Cool,” I said. A tall Amazonian man with graying hair came in just then, “Time to wrap it up girls,” he said in a kind voice. “Don’t want to miss your official dinner and have your RA screaming at us.” With that everyone broke up and I walked out to see Amanda waiting outside. She waited patiently by a pillar a little ways away and I turned to say goodbye to Lisa who had followed me out. “Thanks for having me,” I told her. “Thanks for coming Stacy… I think we’ll be in touch about some other events coming up if you’re interested?” I smiled, “If you all can help me be sure to graduate then I’m definitely interested!” She smiled, “Is that your amazon?” “Yes, that’s Amanda.” “I assume you call her Mommy?” She asked nervously. “Well it helps with blending in…” “I guess…” she said unconvinced, “Well we’ll see you around,” she said and gave me a quick friendly hug, “It was nice meeting you!” I walked over to Amanda who asked, “Did you have fun?” as we walked away. “I did actually,” I told her. After we had exited the building she couldn’t help herself and picked me up to place me on her hip. “Ready for dinner?” “What are we having?” “Your baby sister suggested Chinese food?” I shrugged, “That works for me.” “What do you want?” “Sweet and spicy chicken?” I paused for a second, “Extra spicy?” “Sure you want spicy?” I nodded, “I like spicy food.” “You haven’t had anything we consider spicy yet?” I shrugged, “you have milk if I get in over my head…” She laughed, “well I guess we do have that.” She hugged me tight and carried me the rest of the way to the car, felt my diaper under my dress, and laid me down without warning in the back of her SUV and changed my diaper. As my rear end was hanging in the air an amazon girl I had seen at the math placement test gaped at me and waved. I turned bright red and stayed that way as Amanda buckled me into my car seat. She kissed me on the forehead, “Sorry, but it’s going to happen…” she lightly grabbed my hand then and said, “Megan always was good at nails, I’m guessing she did these for you?” “Yes she did,” I told her still flushed red. “They look cute, remember to keep your thumb out of your mouth though with that polish on. I’m guessing it’s not the safe kind for babies that still suck on their thumbs.” I turned red and sighed. I killed some time with the game on my watch as she drove us home. I’d walked a lot and had a fair amount of coins to spend. “So how did this afternoon’s session go?” she asked as she stopped at a red light. “We learned all about how we could choose to go into an adoption of our choice instead of being sent through an etiquette center…” I told her. “Oh, and five minutes on job placement services available if we manage to beat the odds…” “I had a feeling it would be something like that when I found out who ran it. She once offered me the ‘pick of the litter’ if I would help her out on a project.” “What did you do?” “I politely declined saying I appreciated the offer but had too many things on my plate right then…” The rest of the drive home she asked about the sorority event and even what I had done with Megan. “I like them, may I join them if they ask?” “You wouldn’t be able to live in the dorms with them…?” “I know, but I can still go to events and meetings maybe?” “We’ll have to see… if they give you a bid we’ll talk then.” She pulled into the driveway at the house just then and carried me inside with my backpack. “It’ll be a little bit until the food gets here, why don’t you go upstairs until then?” “Thanks,” I told her and started my slow and methodical climb up the stairs with my backpack on. I could almost pretend to be climbing a mountain or something with a pack and it felt like an accomplishment every time I made it up the ten steps. I walked down to our nursery and found Bella engrossed in playing with a tablet. “Hey,” she said, “how was the rest of today?” “Well the afternoon session was awful, but I liked the sorority sisters that I got to hang out with. Megan is cool as always too and she painted my nails,” I showed her. “Those are cute… I’m amazed that she could paint that small!” I stuck my tongue out at her and she giggled in response. She went back to her game and I sat down at my desk and logged into my laptop. I surreptitiously made sure to look around and saw she was well engrossed in her game and began working on a few projects I needed to do. The first was hacking into the video baby monitor in the room and the security cameras outside. It took me a few minutes but I setup a routine that would let me get some alerts if someone was in either area. In this case it also let me discreetly warn myself if someone was coming to check on me! I made sure every now and then that Bella was occupied and she seemed well engrossed in her playing. Amanda was downstairs still as far as I could tell waiting for the deliveryman with our dinner, while Fred seemed to be in his office working on something. Other than coming to close the gate that should have been closed before, neither seemed to want to intrude while we waited. ‘Can I access the nanites still…’ was a burning question to me. I quickly found myself accessing my copy of the coding that had been used. Just as I was about to figure out how to access a connection to them I heard the gate open and quickly shortcut keyed myself to a safe screen and hid what I had been working on. Amanda unlocked the gate, “Ready for dinner you two?” She asked before sniffing. “Uh-oh, Bella, did you make a stinky?” I turned and looked at the reddening Bella who I hadn’t even noticed that she’d pooped her diaper. “Yes Mommy,” she said timidly. “Well let’s get you changed real quick, Stacy, how’s your diaper?” I felt underneath my skirt and confirmed what I thought, “I’m dry, can I go downstairs?” “Sure, we’ll be down in a moment,” she told me. I pressed another quick shortcut key as she turned towards the changing table with the red Bella and walked down the hallway and hopped my way down the stairs. Fred walked up to me when I reached the bottom and picked me up to deposit me into the highchair. “Mommy said you wanted the sweet and spicy chicken?” He asked a little surprised. “Why is that so surprising?” I asked “Littles like sweet usually, but spicy is usually something they can’t tolerate?” He paused, “I think I remember a study once done on littles showed that their tastebuds were more inline with our young toddlers… I know much of the time they’re biased, but sometimes there’s a grain of truth in them?” “I loved spicy food back home…” I told him with a shrug, “Like I told Mommy, if I can have a cup of milk I’ll be able to deal with it even if it is spicy?” “It’s your tongue, don’t say I didn’t warn you!” he said with a smile before putting a sippy cup of milk on my tray. That was joined a second later with a small plate of chicken and rice. I could see some large peppers mixed in and noted that they were much bigger than I was used to. A pair of chopsticks was handed to me and I began eating. I had just finished a couple pieces of chicken as Amanda walked downstairs. The spice was not nearly as bad as I was afraid it would be. Really it was only one step above mild in my mind, and wondered if it was due to the fact smaller the chile pods were, the spicier they were back home. These were as big as poblanos… “How can you eat that?” Bella said as Amanda slid her tray in place. “What?” “It’s spicy… Look at those peppers, I’d be crying by now.” I shook my head, “It’s not spicy at all to me…” Amanda curiously took a piece of the chicken out of the container and tasted it. I watched while her face lit up, “You call that not spicy?!?” She quickly guzzled some water. Fred looked inquisitely and took his own taste and seemed to agree it was pretty hot. For my part I looked at a piece of the large chile pepper and decided to go for it. Amanda said, “Noooo…” as I crunched happily down on it. My mouth lit up in a wonderful sensation that let me know I was alive and I smiled, “You really have to get out more if you think this is spicy…” I shook my head and kept eating while they stared at me in shock and began eating their own meals. I was full and a little bit remained in a takeout box. Bella asked, “Can… can I try it?” “I don’t think that’s a good idea sweetie…” Amanda said. “I think you’ll cry a lot…” Fred added. “Stacy seems to have some odd taste buds…” She looked at me and I shrugged, “I’ve always been the wrong person to ask. If they think it’s spicy then it probably is to them and you?” “Please?” She asked. “It’s your funeral…” Amanda said with a shake of her head and put a tiny piece of chicken on the tray in front of her. Bella looked at it before tentatively popping a small amount in her mouth and instantly turned red with tears pouring down her face. “Hot!!!!!” she cried… “Mommy give her my milk,” I told Amanda who looked panicked. She did as I told her to do and Bella guzzled it for several long moments before the crying became a whimper. “Better?” Amanda asked as she now cuddled her in her lap. “Sort of… You really aren’t a normal little…” Bella said to me. “We could have some fun with this though…” Fred said looking at me mischievously. “Conning people into betting what I can eat?” I smiled widely at him. Just then I felt the need to pee and let it out in my diaper. “Something like that…” “You two…” Amanda said disgruntled while she cuddled Bella. “So what are you doing tomorrow?” Fred asked us, “There’s nothing on the orientation schedule, right?” I shook my head, “We’re done until Monday when classes start I think…” “Dad called earlier and he wants me to bring Stacy by in the morning to his studio and spend the day with her until his afternoon classes start.” I looked at her, “I’m glad we can finally work out a time…” “Well it’s going to be more often starting next week, but he thinks it’s a good idea to go ahead and evaluate you. He wants me to drop you off at nine…” “Cool,” I said. The rest of the weekend was roughly planned out over the next twenty minutes that we finished dinner. Sunday we would be going to her parents house for dinner again. After she dropped me off tomorrow she planned on going grocery shopping with Bella and Fred for things like diapers and food the next week. “Did you find a place for Bella to go?” I asked while looking at Bella. “The hospital daycare didn’t seem to be too bad?” Bella answered me. “You think you’ll be safe there?” She shrugged, “definitely better than the university daycare. Most of the ‘babies’ there were actual babies. There were only two other littles there and they said other than the normal baby treatment they’re treated well. Daddy can come check on me through the day too?” I nodded, “I can’t imagine that there are many better places than that then…” “I’m going to keep looking though,” Amanda said to both of us. “A friend mentioned there is a daycare that is supposed to just be for littles.” “That sounds like an etiquette school?” I asked worriedly. “It might be… so I’m going to keep researching it before we even go visit it,” she added. I sat there for another minute before I wanted to get down and back to my project, “May I get down and get back onto my computer?” She smiled and said, “I guess, why don’t you go ahead and e-mail your parents while you’re at it?” I grimaced, “You’re right, I’d better…” She wiped my hands and then Bella’s hands with baby wipes as she removed the highchair trays. Those out of the way she picked me up, putting me on one hip, before placing Bella on the other. Once upstairs in the nursery she sat Bella down on the floor and felt my diaper, “Hmm… someone needs changed, huh?” She tickled my side before setting me down on the changing table. “We should probably get in the habit of you changing into play clothes when you get home from school Stacy.” I nodded, “Okay…” I was given a diaper change into a new Pamper and dressed in a one-piece romper fit for a newborn. I just sighed though and let her dress me before she sat me down on the ground. “Remember, e-mail your mom,” she reminded me. I nodded and unplugged my computer to use it on battery and jumped onto my bed where I could have the wall to my back and my screen in front of me. I knew that Mom had probably e-mailed Amanda asking for an update, therefor prompting her reminder… so I e-mailed her first and filled her in on some of the events from the past few days. I didn’t want to worry her though so I kept the break-in and some of the discouraging information from today out of the e-mail. Mostly I let her know about course schedules and that I was alive. It was a shorter e-mail than some I had sent, but I still included my safe codes and knew she would be okay with it. After that I went back to my current project to see if I could connect to the nanites inside my body. Amazingly it seemed they were still able to respond to a signal if you could generate the right frequencies. My computer couldn’t do so by default, so I began looking to see if it was a coding or a hardware solution I would need to break. Bella was coloring something quietly while I worked, but I lost track of her as I continued digging for a software solution that would be easier to deal with. Her sudden weight on my bed was a shock and I quickly engaged a hide shortcut. “Whatcha doing?” she asked me. “Playing around with some of the coding software from this dimension,” I told her honestly. “I’m bored…” she told me. I sighed, “Sorry… I know how I felt the first couple days when I was getting full on babied, but at least I’m getting some mature time… You’re just stuck…” She nodded, “I knew it was inevitable… it could have been a lot worse actually…” “But it still sucks,” I said while mentally wondering if the filter I had installed on the monitor really would filter my usage of that word out… ‘I know there’s no way I can get rid of that word from my vocabulary!’ I had thought at the time. “Yeah… Play with me?” she asked. “Huh?” “You were a boy growing up, right?” I nodded. “So you have no idea how to play with dolls…? Right…?” “What’s with you and dolls?” I asked, “I thought girls grew out of them?” “Doesn’t mean we wanted to… I know of several of my friends that played with them still even when they were grown up… I had a collection of them hidden in my apartment even…” “Huh…” I said. I thought for a second and closed the lid of my computer, “I guess…” For the next hour or so we dug out a couple dolls from the toy chest and pretended we were the amazons and they were the littles… Actually I had a lot of fun with it before Amanda came into our room and said, “Bella it’s bath time and bedtime sweetie…” “What about Stacy?” she asked. “Stacy is a big college girl, she stays up later.” I thought for a second, “I could go ahead and take a bath with her though?” Amanda looked at me in surprise, “You sure?” I scooted over on my wet diaper closer to her and hugged her, “she’s fun.” She shrugged and said, “Okay then, let’s go down to the bath tub. Just remember she’s given shallower bath water,” she reminded me. I sighed, “We have got to teach her how to swim…” The water was embarrassingly low to me! Because I was at least shorter than Bella my belly button was covered, but the water barely covered her groin. I took care not to stare, but her chest was at least developed more than mine was. She caught me looking and said, “It’s okay to be curious…” I sighed, “What’s it like to have them?” She shrugged, “embarrassing when all of the big girls grow sooner and larger than yours. I was the smallest of my friends for the most part with even less to write home about. At least it doesn’t seem as necessary to remove them if they’re smaller though… I had one friend that I didn’t recognize when I saw her in just her diaper outside my old apartment building.” “They removed her breasts?” Amanda asked cautiously. “Well that, her teeth, hair, and I think the surgery for cutting the tendons so she couldn’t walk anymore…” “I just don’t get it…” I said aloud. “No, it really doesn’t make any sense,” Amanda agreed. Bath time was pretty short and Bella was dressed first into a diaper and a sleep sack before Amanda sat her on the floor and put me on the changing table. A thick princess diaper and a footed sleeper were zipped onto me. “Here, why don’t you take your computer down to my office and you can work there?” She suggested. I nodded and grabbed it from where I had replugged it in while playing with Bella. I also grabbed my tablet from my bag and toddled with the thick diaper on down to her office. She followed me to put me into the highchair. Before she did so I asked, “Mommy, can you move the highchair over there?” “Why?” “I like having a wall against my back?” I hesitated, “Especially with the break-in and everything?” She looked skeptical, but moved it over to the spot I’d pointed to anyway before setting me down, buckling me into the harness, putting the tray down, and setting the computer on the tray. “I’ll be back with a baba in a sec,” she said. I decided since she was coming back that I wanted to look into that place that little had been sent to earlier. It had been said so viciously that I remembered ‘Kidcraft’ was the name. I quickly covered my electronic trail with several routings of my IP address and VPNs before searching it. The website it brought up instantly made my skin crawl. Have a troublesome little that’s just not adjusting to your great home environment? Our three-week program will have your little bundle of joy behaving like a good baby in no time! We offer customization packages to change gender, dental remediation, mobility adjustments, and cosmetic packages that can be made permanent or temporary…’ I was just reading the next level of horror when Amanda came in with the bottle and peeked at the screen. “Looking for somewhere to go if you drop out?” She asked curiously. I shook my head, “This is where she demanded the little be sent to this afternoon…” “I’ve heard it’s one of the ‘best’ she said as she made quotations with her fingers.” “Worst more like it…” She nodded, “I’m going to go feed your sister, I’ll be back to check on you then. Make sure you drink that baba before I get back!” “Yes Mommy,” I told her and quickly got to work the moment she was gone. A quick scan made me sure my screen was out of view again and I began going at the changes that I needed to do to reach the frequency of the nanite remote software. I ended up piggybacking onto the tablet, which it turns out could generate the frequencies I needed, and finally within about twenty minutes had a connection established! ‘Whoa… I have access to all of the original settings and then some…’ I thought. ‘First things first… if I can access them so can anyone else…’ I began securing the connection and locking editing out with anything but my 256 digit access key. I used a special reminder system to keep track of what essentially ended up being a paragraph to gain access. Once done with that, I began digging into the original software some and found the code that had caused the baby fat on my face to appear. I looked at it for a while before programming an adjustment plan to make it disappear, and get my face mostly back to normal over the course of six-months. Faster than that and I was worried it would be obvious what was happening. I had just begun researching again into the reasons Amanda’s milk might cause incontinence when she came back in and I cleared what I was doing back to looking up textbooks for my new classes. “Mommy we need to buy some different textbooks for me, right?” “I almost forgot about that…” she said, “Hand me your tablet,” she said. Twenty minutes later she declared herself done and said, “Okay, bedtime Princess…” I sighed, “I’m really not tired…” “I know you’re not, but I am…” she said and hesitated… “Plus I thought since you don’t have classes until Monday… thought well… we could maybe give nursing another chance?” I looked at her both dumbfounded and wrought with an aching desire for the comfort of nursing from her and the addictive liquid, unsure of how I should respond… ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think with a like and/or a comment!
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  11. I can't remember when I developed my interest, it seems like it had been with me my whole life . When I was a child my parents favorite punishment was wiping us with a belt and after I would get my licks it seemed like everytime I would sooth myself by thinking of wearing diapers again . I used to love watching babies getting thair diapers changed and wishing it was me laying thair getting all that attention , being cleaned up , powder and having those wonderfully soft , cozy white diapers being pulled up between my legs ,while being cooed at and spoken to in baby talk . I never really acted on my feeling and bought any diapers until I was in my twenties. This site as well as dpf were the first I ever discovered ,they have really helped me come to grips with accepting and living with this side of myself , knowing that I'm not the only one who enjoys time wearing diapers . I have been married now for 25 years , it wasn't until about 10 yrs into our relationship that I revealed my love of diapers and little side to my wife , it was a little hard for her to accept at first but in the last two years she has really opened up to it , partially to the fact that our children are now grown and out of the house and we are now empty nester's. Happiness is wearing and wetting good diapers .
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  12. Good for you man. How wonderful to share the same! Why did they ever close that down? I am happily married- but what a good thing! There are not too many DL girls.
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  13. I prefer large, really soft loads in my diaper. My favorite is having an enema or a suppository then diapering up. Then I'll hold it in until I can't hold it anymore. I'll walk around the house, trying to hold it, up and down the stairs as it eventually starts forcing it's way out, filling my diaper with a nice, warm, squishy load.
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  14. I really like big loads, like ones that tent your diaper out and make a big bulge, so I tend to like a combination of soft and hard. I don’t mind hard poops because grunting makes me feel even smaller.
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  15. Last night i was plugged with my large size vibrating plug it has 7 settings. i love it. Anyway it was inserted in my bum. Then i was put into 2 molicare super plus and an abena l4. My white sensory deprivation hood was put on and laced up tightly the collar strap was fastened and a lock added. The rest of the straps on the hood were not locked just tightened. Then my footed pjs went on and the plug turned on hi vibe and pulsate. my wrists and ankles were then restrained and i was left this way for 5 hours wimpering.
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