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Thank you for all the feedback! I hope everyone had a great weekend! Here is Chapter 5: Chapter 5 Sliding my phone screen to the right, I picked up the phone and answered with a, “Oh, hey, Michael!” “H-hi, Erica,” Michael's voice could be heard on the other line, “how are you?” “Good! I mean, a little surprised you called me, but good!” There was a pretty long pause; an awkward silence just begging to be broken. “I'll admit that I almost didn't.” “Can't say I blame you,” I sighed, “sorry if I was being insensitive. You have every right to be mad, or upset, or...whatever, with me.” “I'm not really mad, but I feel like my privacy was invaded. Aside from one person I've told, nobody has ever figured it out.” “My counter to that is that nothing on the internet is truly private. Yes, I agree that maybe I dug a little too deep, but it's just what I do. And I know it scares so many people away and freaks people out. But, you did start my curiosity, you know.” “How so?” “When you first helped me. I thought I saw, maybe even heard, something crinkly around your waist. I didn't mean to look, but it was just, like, there. And I've babysat enough in my life to know what a diaper sounds like.” I heard Michael giggle a bit on the other end of the phone conversation, practically sensing his embarrassment. “Hey, I got you to laugh!” I giggled back. “Y-yeah, you did. And I mean, that's fair. Kind of my fault for choosing to do something stupid like that.” Michael sighed. “Stupid? No. Risky? Yes. You were having a bad week and clearly this is something you like to do as a form of stress relief. And hey, guess what? I didn't run, did I? Nor did I judge you or say or do anything awful. And I'm not going to do any of those things. If anything, your risky business made me do more research on the lifestyle.” “How did you know I was having a bad we-” “-Internet, silly!” I smirked, letting out another chuckle. “Social media and your fetish community are fountains of knowledge!” “O-oh...and you're not freaked out by any of it?” “It's strange, but not in a bad way. I told you earlier that I was pretty familiar with most kinks. This is something that I was aware of, but didn't know much about. I'm curious and intrigued, by both you and your kink. I mean, sure, I did some research after our first encounter, but look! I now have a direct source!” I hoped my calmness about the whole situation would quell Michael's uneasiness. He didn't sound as tense as our conversation continued. There was another long pause before Michael spoke once more. “That's true. So, now what happens?” “Hmmm, what do you want to happen? Do you want to go our separate ways and pretend this never happened? Would you like us to continue talking while still pretending this particular thing never happened? Do you want to let me into this other life you lead?” “Honestly, I'm not sure. What do you want to happen, Erica?” “Being that you find me oddly comforting, I'm definitely okay if you want to let me into that little head of yours. But, I'm mature enough to understand if you'd rahter I didn't come in.” “And,” Michael paused, “if I let you in, h-how far in do you want to go? This is just so new and unreal for me, you know? Just having someone like you show up and acting so cool about everything. I feel pretty exposed.” “As far as you want me to go, Michael. I told you before that I can tell when people need someone to lean on. If you just want to talk about everything or anything, I'm fine with that. If we go further and you're feeling brave enough to let me in a little further, and want me to hold you, and comfort you a bit, that's also okay. If you trust me enough to really get into this with you, then I'll try to take care of you as best I can.” “Don't take this the wrong way, Erica, but really? You're that carefree about it all?” “I can honestly say that I am. I do like you, Michael. Doesn't mean I'm ready for a full blown relationship or anything like that, but I'm not afraid of exploring and seeing where this goes. Who knows? It might be the start of something absolutely amazing. Conversely, it may not lead to anything serious, but could still be the start of a very interesting and long-lasting friendship. Or, it could even possibly lead to nothing at all. We might just fizzle out and have nothing to connect to any more. There's only one way to find out, though. Why bother asking what might happen if there's clearly an opportunity to see what will?” “Maybe because I've been hurt before.” “You're not the only one. I've been called dozens of things and have been rejected before for being me. It sucks, and it takes some time to get over, but I'm not changing who I am for someone else. Then I'd just be lying to myself.” “And you're not afraid of hurting someone else?” “No, because it isn't in my blood to intentionally hurt other people. Unless they deserve it, of course. People have a tendency of not being mature enough to know when to let go of someone or something that isn't good for them. But again, what better way to know if we should hang onto something than to experience it firsthand?” “I've never really thought about that before.” “It's a good thing you called then, huh?” I giggled, Micharl giggling in agreement. “So, what do you say? How would you like this to proceed?” Anohter long pause gave me the indication that Michael was hesitant to take a leap of faith with me. I didn't want to spoil all the fun by telling him what I would do if he chose to let me into his little secret. Truthfully, I smiled at the mere thought of his various reactions to me softly teasing him about his diapers, seeing that little blushy face of his when I'd ask him if he was hungry, or thirsty, or if he needed something and would make him tell me. What on Earth was going on with me?! I never got that excited or looked so forward to something before! “If you need some time to think about it,” I continued, “I understand. I'm not going to force your hand either way.” “I,” Michaeal stammered on the other line, “I think I want to let you in. Just, please be patient. Can you promise me that?” “Of course I can. Doesn't mean I won't always pull you a little bit outside of your comfort zone, though. And thank you for trusting me, Michael. I promise you won't regret this.” “Once again, this is so weird, but something in your voice just tells me I can trust you. I don't know what it is. But, what now?” “Hmm...what now? Well, I'm sure we both have work this week, but maybe one night I can either go over there or have you come over here and we can talk more? The more you talk about it with me, the easier it'll be to let me in.” “That sounds good. Maybe Wednesday night?” Michael suggested. “Works for me! And this is so ridiculously cliche and I don't mean this to sound like it's anything sexual at the moment, but my place, or yours?” I asked, failing to fight the urge to make it not sound sexual. This made Michael laugh, responding with an, “At the moment?” “Hey, anything is possible! We might grow to like each other more one day, you know?” “Fair enough. Um, well I don't really care if you want to come over or if you want me over at your place. Whatever is easiest for you.” “Way to make this easy!” I exclaimed with another laugh. “You can come over to my place. How about 6:30?” “I'm off a bit early that evening, so that sounds perfect!” “6:30 it is! Oh, and, you don't have to do this, Michael, but keeping in mind that I will try to pull you away from your comfort zone, it is highly encouraged that you bring at least one thing related to your lifestyle preference with you.” “O-oh, yeah?” “Yep! A bottle, a pacifier, a diaper...something. I think it'll make it easier for you to talk about when you physically see that I'm not fazed one bit by any of this. But, again, it isn't required. Just highly encouraged.” “I'll, um, I'll think about it.” Michael replied shyly. “And thank you again, Erica. I will try my best not to get too scared or shy.” “But you're so cute when you're shy!” I sang, making Michael giggle even more on the other line. “And you're welcome, Michael. I gotta go for now, but I'll see you on Wednesday night! Text me whenever, okay?” “Okay, Erica. Have a good rest of your Sunday!” We ended our phone call and I couldn't help but grin. Not only did I find great pleasure in the idea of helping a wounded soul heal, but I also found it in the idea of indulging Michael in something that, according to his many fetish community board posts, he had always wanted. Who knew just how much joy and pleasure both of us would get as we delved deeper into the land of little Michael? Wednesday couldn't come soon enough!

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!

The van shook and rattled as we turned drove along, the big amps and drums buffeted and jostled me for the little space there was. Jake had the radio going far too loud so I had to shout to be heard. “We are being paid for this right?” “Whaaat?” He yelled back, I took a deep breath to shout back when we made a sudden turn and a pile of guitars landed on me. I made a sound somewhere between a squeak and a squawk, that Alex would probably describe as one of my disgruntled bunny noises. With a shuddering jerk the van can to a merciful stop. I was freed from musical prison when the side door slid open and Jake and Alex started pulling out gear. Alex pulled the guitars off me and helped pull me out of the van. “I calling shotgun on the way back, I am not getting crushed by those amps again” I said, pulling a face. Alex only laughed and ruffled my hair and with a whisper in my ear said “Don’t pout kitten”. We were parked in the lot of an abandoned mall, park of a slowly dying strip, empty parking lots and dead store fronts lit in the lambent glow of street lamps. I couldn’t see any stars and there was a slight chill in the air so all street lamps looked like they shrouded were in swirling fog. There were a few other vans and station wagons parked around the lot but everything was silent except us loading dollies to carry our equipment. “Not many people here yet.” “It’s still early, I don’t think they’ve even started the generator yet.” “Where did you even hear about this?” “From school I told you, there were flyers in the cafeteria.” “I bet they were shocked when a professor asked if her band could play.” “Assistant professor, but who knows maybe some of my students will think I’m cool now, and start taking what I’ve said about the Brontes seriously.” “Yeah cause there’s nothing more punk than Victorian literature” At this Alex stuck her tongue out at me, while Jake chortled. We were huddled together by the van, shivering slightly in the cold. Alex had her arms tightly wrapped around herself, probably regretting the long asymmetrical dress she wore. I wasn’t much better in my torn striped sweater, least the sleeves were long so they covered my hands. Jake wandered off to find the gig organiser while I did some floppy sweater hands kung fu. Alex moved from shaking from cold to shaking from cold and giggling. I was mid defeating unseen enemies when Alex wrapped herself around me from behind and hugged me tight. It was in moments like this that the height difference between us was brought in to sharp cosy relief. If she stood on tiptoe she could rest her boobs on my head, which we both thought was pretty funny. Sure I needed a stool to kiss her cheek but doesn’t mean I didn’t drag that chair across the room and kiss the h*ck out of her face. Once all the stuffing was thoroughly hugged out of me we sat down in the door of the van, hand in hand, watching the slow trickle of cars arriving for the concert. I stood at the back of the crowd, grumpy and alone. There was a decent crowd, dancing and moshing in the middle of this mall, some people were on the upper balconies talking and drinking. A local micro brewery had set up a bar to one side and was doing good business. The dozens of workman’s lamps scattered about the place barely made the mall look creepy at all, though there were some kids running around, jumping out of shadows and scaring each other, no appreciation for music. Alex came wandering out the crowd, two beers in her hands like Aphrodite rising from the waves except with beer and a better ass. “What’s up buttercup” she half yelled over the band and handed my a beer. I took it gratefully and took a too large swig, and dribbled a little down my front. In a futile attempt I tried to wipe it off my sweater and said “Oh some asshole said I had a fat butt!” “I happen to think you have a great butt, even if it’s rather puffy from time to time”, said Alex sliding an arm round me and grabbing said posterior, of course by this point I was blushing like a lighthouse. “I can’t help thaaaaat” I whined “Just like you couldn’t help leaking on these pants could you little girl”, she whispered in my ear. I stood stock still like a deer in headlights, mentally feeling legs. Yep there is was, the warm trickles working their way down my thighs. I quickly looked down, oh gods, was it obvious? Was there a puddle? “There’s no puddle, yet, but we best get you changed quick or you’ll be playing lullabies on stage” We began hustling through the fringes of the crowd to get to the exit when Jake yelled at us, “Where you going? we’re on in twenty!” “Girl troubles” Alex shouted back over her shoulder. Alex slammed the van door behind her with my bag in her hand, I reached out for it “Okay gimme, I really need to change” “Oh no, little miss soggy puss. When I let you get dressed up tonight you promised me there’d be no leaks, no stained pants for me to clean.” I had promised that, when she’d gotten out a pair of inch thick cloth diapers and pink plastic panties for me to wear. “I knooow, but it wasn’t my fault, that guy...” “He wasn’t the one who peed you diaper till it leaked was he?” “Nooooo but...” “Then I’m going to do it this time, to make sure it’s done right.” With that she rummaged around in my bag and pulled a thick pink diaper, one of my favourite brands so of course I did the reasonable thing by throwing a tantrum. I banged my fists on the floor of the van and flailed them around. “Nooooo, no no no no no no no no no… no! I’ma big girl tonight!” “Ruth Emery Tillie-Browne stop that this instant” she said in her sternest voice mommy voice, it stopped me dead mid flail. With a light push she had me on my back in the scratchy carpeting. With practised ease she had my pant off and was inspecting the damage, clicking her tongue she showed them to me. “Quite a big mess for such a little girl.” She was right, there was a dark stain on the red denim, running down both legs, with twin half moon stains on the seat. Of course I was blushing to the tips of my toes at this point. Then she pulled me up by the ankles till I was face to face with the front of my diaper. What had once been a pristine white was now a grey tinged with yellow, it really had been soaked through. “And what do you have to say about this little one?” Alex said “does this look like the kind of diaper a little super soaker like you should be wearing?” “Nooo…” “What was that?” “No Mommy, I’m sorry, please put me in a proper diaper” “Good girl” With that she put a small towel under my butt and began to change my diaper. I stared up at the ceiling, the dome lights too bright. Somehow my thumb found it’s way to my mouth and it was quickly as wet as my diaper. I just existed in the moment while those cold wipes cleaned and teased me, the perfumed scent of the powder. Then all too soon I was taped up, with a loving pat. I looked down at myself, admiring the thick poofy diaper, it really was much more my style than that silly slim thing. Then I tried to pull down my sweater to cover it, there was no way it would cover more than the waist band. I looked up at Alex in panic, thumb still firmly in mouth I said “Wath am Ise gonna weear! I cawnt go in jwst my diawper!” Alex seemed to consider that seriously for a second, “Moooommy noooo”, there may have been a pout involved. “Don’t worry silly girl, I prepared for this”, she pulled from my bag a pleated skirt, a bit school girlish but it’d do. “Come on let’s get you in this” she said as she pulled skirt up my legs, I lifted my butt and wigged into it, letting her do the button, she says I’m too little to handle buttons sometimes. Once it was on, Alex pulled me up and gave me a big hug and a kiss. “You ready to go back?” “I think so” I jumped out the van a second later, quickly tugging the skirt down. Then doing a quick finger tip inspection. “Alex!” I shouted, then there was the look and I said in a much quieter voice, “Moooommy, the skirt’s too short, everyone will see my diaper!” putting maybe a bit too much emphasis on the last syllable. “Ruthie, you’ll just have to be careful is all, it’s a good inch longer than your diaper and it’s either the skirt or nothing at all. Which do think will look better on stage?” With that I began a blush so deep I think I glowed in the night, and I just stammered. She’d make me do it I know she would, sure she’d say was a stunt to people who asked but it wouldn’t stop her embarrassing me. Gods I horny. I grabbed her hand, my thumb somehow back in my mouth again and we walked back to the show. “Love you Mommy” “Love you princess” The End

Chapter Thirty-One: Abe wouldn't let me get close during the event, but by the time twenty spankings had landed on Leona’s frilly bottom, after Betsy had made my girlfriend stand up in sobs and curtsy and say sorry to Becky, after she left her alone with a smug smile, I was on her like white on rice. I lifted her up onto the picnic table and cuddled her close and tight. How dare she spank my baby... "I wanna go home," I muttered to Jackie in a tone I was growing all too familiar with. A childish resonance, with a hint of embarrassment. Regression. I felt small and vulnerable and pathetic. I just... I just wanted Jackie to hold me. So that's what she did. Until Simon - Becky's stupid friend from the stupid Bed Bath & Beyond store - came up with a pacifier and pushed it between my lips. I looked up at him with a mixture of hopelessness and frustration. "Simon," I chided at him, more viciously than I thought I probably should have, "would you go up to someone’s baby in public and push something in their mouth?" I took the binky from Leona’s lips, sucked it like a parent, and offered it back to her - but with the onus on allowing her to take it. When had I got so protective? But Betsy took no time in coming over to shoot me down. "Well, Jackie, don't worry - she's my baby, and I don't mind Simon helping. Now I think it's time for Baby Luvs to go play. You can leave her to me, alright?" I looked up at Betsy and then at Jackie, sucking softly on the newly offered pacifier. It seemed like they were at war. War over me? Oh... But a new voice snapped me out of my introspection. A woman in dark eyeliner had leaned down in front of me, with a wide grin. "You look gorgeous today!" "Um... fank you," I muttered around the pacifier. She looked familiar... hadn't I met her somewhere before? "I found the site and I saw that there was a livestream today and I just had to come see you, and your manager, I guess? He wanted to charge me but I was like no way just let me come for free I'll even be on camera and then he was like sure so here I am and you are just freaking ADORABLE." Alright, but who the heck was this woman? I narrowed my eyes at her, trying to figure her out; she looked a little familiar but nothing came to mind. I sighed and shrugged, letting out a deep breath; cameras weren't paying any attention to me - I didn't matter. I was just a photographer. And I think that... that hurt. Because I wanted to be more. I was better than Betsy... The girl from the bathroom at the mall! That's who she was! Ugh, this couldn't get any more humiliating. But the next minute, she took my hand and pulled me to my wobbly feet. I fell into her and she supported my weight. "My, my. You still have problems walking? I suppose that's how babies are sometimes..." It seemed like she was talking more to herself sometimes. It felt very... diminishing. "Let's go to the playground - I'll push you on the swings!" I looked back at Jackie and Betsy for help, but neither of them stepped in to save me. Push her on the swing?! Wait! Grr. I stopped myself, but my hands were balled up at my sides as she took my girlfriend off across the park to the swings and the camera crew followed. I guess I had a job to do, too, huh? I futzed with my camera for a few moments before following. When the woman had gotten to the swings with Baby Luvs, she introduced herself. "I'm Aims, and you're adorable, Baby Luvs. The cutest baby I've ever seen. Do you wanna see if you can touch the sky? I bet I can push you so high that you can!" "I dun like heights," I confessed quietly to Aims, but she either couldn't understand me around the pacifier or she didn't care. After plopping me down in the swing, she started to push me and I realized very quickly that my feet couldn't touch the ground. I sucked harder on the pacifier and clung to the chains of the swing, looking nervously at Jackie as she snapped a photo. I took a few photos, and I used the lens to watch Leona on the swing. Look. Click. Look. Click. I realized something, though: I realized that she wasn't having fun. She wasn't enjoying herself. Her knuckles were white. Her expression uncertain. She was sucking on her pacifier and her eyes look in a different direction in each photo, until eventually they were closed. "Hey let's check out the slide?" I suggested. "Maybe you could help her up the fort to the slide?" What was her name? I didn't catch it. But she stopped pushing and thought for a moment, before nodding. "Alright camera chick, we can do that. C'mon Baby Luvs." When the swing stopped, my knees were shaky. I fumbled to catch my balance, but Jackie and Aims were quick to hold me by the hands, like a child learning to walk. I couldn't look up at either of them. Aims pushed me too high, and I... I shuffled shamefully away from the swings as I felt the thick, warm cloth between my legs, knowing full well I couldn't help wetting myself in fear. Every moment in this documentary, I felt like I was slipping. And now, my adulthood was finally out of reach... "Let's get you up the fort, okay?” The goth girl grinned, but Leona cuddled close into me the moment she tried to pull her away. Which only made Aims pull harder. "Hey Luvlee," Like, Luvs and Leona, I continued. “What's the matter, are you scared? Do you want me to come up? Or do you want me to stand at the bottom and catch you?" Life had gotten so weird. I was willingly a part of this. I was willingly on video, featuring this girl I'd fallen utterly in love with, that I was treating like an actual child right now. I looked up at Jackie and then up at the slide nervously. The slide wasn't high. The slide was for children. It was hardly big at all. But the fear of the swing kept a constant hold on me. "At the bottom, pwease," I muttered around the pacifier, sucking it for comfort. No matter where I searched for my maturity, I couldn't find it. Ugh, snap out of it Leona! Aims took her up the stairs, holding both of her hands and walking behind her, guiding each step in the most childish way possible. And when she got to the top of the stairs, when my Leona sat at the top of the very small slide, her eyes were wide as saucers, like this was a mountain and she was facing down it. I stood at the bottom and waved at her, taking a picture, before getting focused. "You can do it, Baby Luvs, you can do it my little Luvlee. Don't worry, Mommy will catch you." Mommy. I said it on camera. Fuck. Whatever, who cares? Leona came first. And when she came down the slide, I was going to catch her. She was mine. The rush of air was more exciting than I thought. The feeling of free falling as I slid down the slide. But I'd been down a hundred slides a hundred times and they never felt anything like that. This documentary was getting to me. It was messing with my head. But at the bottom, Jackie was there. She caught me in her arms and pulled me into a hug. She was warm and safe and I was so happy she had been there. It was only for a moment... just one, stupid moment. But that one moment could change everything. Because, for that moment, I wondered if maybe I really wanted this. If maybe... I was destined to be her little girl. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like & Comment! Please also consider supporting us on Patreon!

Chapter 3: The Chronus “Aren’t you a sight to see? Tsss.” Sid's eyes glided over my clothes, or lack thereof, with a smirk on his face as he took a step toward me. My mouth gaped open in embarrassment as my face reddened. “Sid? What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked in a hushed voice. “You don’t have to whisper. Zane won’t be able to hear you.” Sid slowly paced in front of me, still looking at me. I wanted to cover myself; I was beyond embarrassed. Out of all people, I did not want him to see me like this. I clasped my hands in front of my lower section where my diaper was obviously seen through my onesie. “Tsss.Watch your potty mouth, little one, before I have to do something about it.” I rolled my eyes, what did that mean? “You need to leave before I make you.” I said with an even voice as I met his glowing yellow eyes. He chuckled, “You think you can stop me, Rayne?” He said in a low growl as he slowly paced around the pickle juice on the ground. My knees got weak as I felt myself fall to the ground on my bottom, looking up to him in panic. What was he going to do to me? “Why did you come here?” I asked, with a waver in my voice. His eyes glowed mischievously and then flickered to something serious, “We have business to attend to.” I felt control of my legs again as his eyes went serious. I slowly stood up. I squinted my eyes, “What type of business, Sid?” I looked at him in confusion. He sat down on the kitchen table, clasping his hands, “Unfortunately, to my distaste, we have to save Zane’s family.” I shook my head, “His brother’s in trouble?” I saved his brother already, how did he get into trouble again so quickly? Sid sighed, shaking his head, “No, silly girl. Tsssss. His father.” I cocked my head. His dad was dead. How could we save him? I blurted out, “What? How?” I asked, not believing this. Sid said, “Have a seat.” He paused, looking at me as I stood there, “Do you want me to make you some warm milk in a bottle to calm you?” I glared at him as he studied me, “The more attitude you have with me the more I’ll treat you like a baby. Simple, hm?” He cocked his head, trailing off. I blushed, fair enough. I came over to the table and sat, crossing my arms. Sid took a moment, studying me as if he were expecting me to give an attitude back. He looked ready to pounce as he looked me over. His mood shifted and he spoke, “Have you ever heard of the Chronicles of Echonus?” Of course I did. A series of ‘teenage’ books in high school. It was about an amphibian boy who grew up and one day met a girl who was his ‘star-crossed lover’. There was some other word the writer used for the type of love that Echonus had for Grelda, who was a human girl. The reason why Echonus couldn’t be with Grelda was because at the time there were laws that Amphibians could only be with their own blood and could not see or date any other ‘species’, or what they call other beings on Aquaria. It was a good trilogy that I binge read in a whole week. In the Chronicles of Echonus, when Echonus finally embraced Grelda they created a chronus which was a portal to time travel through. It was such a good few books because they were able to escape Aquaria where they became wanted criminals across the planet yet in the meantime they changed events throughout history. When they convinced Aero, an ancient scroll writer from 1029 GY, to remove the laws against Amphibian and other species marriage, it rewrote Grelda’s life which caused her to have never met Echonus and stay on Earth where she ended up falling in love with someone else and marrying him. It was such a sad ending because Echonus decided that, although he had an eternal love for Grelda, it was not worth her being a target the rest of her life, sought after by the Amphibian race for time fraud. Grelda wanted to go back to her old life, but risked it for Econus. Echonus decided that if she never met him, then she would have lived a fulfilling life, with a normal husband and family. After a moment of me recalling the book, Sid sighed, “I’m affixed to you, Rayne Griff, whether you like it or not.” His eyes constricted and dilated as they went weary. It was a vulnerable side of him that I had never seen before. Affixed? That was the word that meant the eternal, unconditional love that Echonus had for Grelda. There’s no way that that a silly teen love novel was real. And if it was real, there was no way I’d ever consider dating Sid. I felt my spine tingle as I looked at Sid, considering the idea and I forced the thought out of my head quickly. Sid’s eyes constricted and narrowed as he looked at me. I shook my head, “You’re not making much sense, Sid.” Sid’s eyes cast down sadly as his green scaled fingers traced the wood indents in the table, the table illuminating in a circular pattern from his slime as I watched curiously, “On December 13th, 2199, I woke up around 3 in the morning to my first vision.” His eyes looked up and met mine, “Mind you,Tssss, I was only 7 and had no idea why or what it was.” My birthday. Weird. “I will never forget it because it was so crystal clear, vivid. I saw a beautiful girl with raven black hair who was asleep in a forest, hurt. Tsssss. She was like a wounded deer, laying on the ground in a short dark white sundress, completely passed out from the pain she endured.” Was he describing me? I didn’t understand. He studied my reaction as he continued, “I woke up once I saw it, terrified. I had never saw anything so real in a dream where someone was hurt. I thought it was a really bad nightmare at that age.” He shook his head, “After that night, I had dreams that continued repetitively. The weirdest part was I felt so strongly for this girl every time I ‘dreamt’ about her. It was as if I knew her, loved her completely. I couldn’t explain this strong desire to meet her, yet it wouldn’t disappear.” He laughed, “Tssss. Even when I had mates growing up, there was no girl who compared. None. I swore off dating, completely.” I crossed my arms, feeling uncomfortable and cold in my attire as I listened curiously. Sid’s eyes flicked to my arms and then back to my face, “I didn’t know what was wrong with me until my great grandfather pulled me aside to have the ‘talk’. Unlike the normal birds and the bees talk, it was about my affixing on another person. It’s incredibly rare to have an affixation in the 23rdcentury but my lineage is so ancient in blood that I somehow was handed down this curse, Tssss.” Curse. I could understand how he felt that way. I felt bad that he couldn’t date nor live a normal life and his love was already chosen for him. I was already taken too and that must suck when you finally find your affixed person is already taken. “So what does this have to do with saving Zane’s dad?” I asked, confused where the lines connected. Sid opened his mouth and his tongue rattled, “Tssssssss.” A hiss came out, “Very rude, Rayne.” I shook my head, meeting his eyes with a challenging look, “Look, I understand you like belittling me but I’m not a baby.” I said with a leveled voice. Sid laughed loudly for a few moments as I sat there awkwardly, “Silly girl...” He shook his head, “First and foremost, what you’re wearing doesn’t prove elsewise.” I winced internally from that one, “And, secondly, you like being belittled as much as I like to do it to you, don’t act as if you don’t.” He trailed off, as if he were about to say more and paused as his eyes fixated on me, “We’re the same species of twisted deep down, Rayne Griff.” I blushed as I crossed my legs and went quiet. Was he right? Or was I being manipulated? Maybe I did like it in some twisted way. I would never admit it to him but he could be right. I shifted in the chair awkwardly, feeling the need to pee. Zane gave me more milk before he went to sleep and it was collecting at the worst of times. Sid watched me quietly with a smile. I could almost feel him reading my thoughts and it embarrassed me further. After a few awkward moments of silence, he spoke, “Together, we can create a chronus. To save more than just one life.” Did he say… chronus? Were the Chronicles of Echonus based on a true story? I had no other choice but to find out. As much as I didn’t trust Sid, it was apparent that our purpose was important. We had lives to save, afterall.

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.

James was ecstatic! "Really really ok i'll be good I promise!" he said excitedly he thought one step at a time if he could be a baby boy then maybe just maybe he could be a man again. He turned around as Mandy took his hand, he was so excited with the news he couldn't keep it to himself. "Did you hear that mommy said if I'm good she might let me be a baby boy!" he said almost jumping up and down like a little kid looking forward to getting some ice cream or another treat for being good!

this story is so cute

A big part of depression is recognizing what triggers you and either knowing how to avoid or how to respond to your triggers so that you come out on top. Think about what upsets you and make a plan of action on how to stay positive when depression strikes. I can also confirm that alcohol and drugs do not help with depression (in fact, they make it worse). I say this to almost every depressed soul I meet, but if you try to take care of yourself (eat and sleep right, get enough exercise, challenge your mental capacity, and try to help others), it gets easier, and eventually manageable. Good luck, bud.

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I have told both my psychiatrist and psychologist adout my infantilism and both of them have been rather accepting about it. They haven’t turned away in disgust over it which is a big relief for me. My psychologist is actually interested in how the project for my crib is going. I think they are both accepting of things because perhaps they don’t want it to be a cause of more stress and anxiety for me. Through my day-to day struggles this has become less of a factor thru the years because I have accepted that these desires are not going away. I can either choose to accept them or fight them and I have spent too long trying to fight them! This is who I am and will always be!

Well then Brandon, Your on a roll, threaten me again, BTW your suspended from posting until Dec 31. I suggest you take this time and reflect on your actions. And word of advice NEVER erase my posts. I never threatened you before but I can assure you any more violations and you will be Banned and your IP stripped from the site, Happy Holidays! And before you even think about superseding this restriction and joining under another name..I would suggest that you not. If you do you, Admin will be alerted and you will be Perma-Banned by me or whoever gets to you first. All other Mods and site owner have been notified. Again have a lovely Holiday Season.

"But you make such a cute sissy. Tell you what. You be a good little sissy for nanny today, and maybe we'll talk about letting you be a baby boy once in a while. It won't be very often though." Beth said. Beth rubbed James back. Mandy came over and took James hand. "Time to get going baby. We don't want to be late for our appointment." Mandy cooed.

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

i wear 24/7 and i never ever let my supply drop below a full case of dry 24/7 on reserve.. me without a diaper is a disaster.

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

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!

(Happy Thanksgiving everyone, here's the next part) Training Her Baby Part 6 It was 9 AM and he was laid out on the changing table in a wet overnight diaper while his wife stood over him, a mischievous grin on her face. A sudden fear swept through him, she knows, she knows that I played with myself last night, he thought. He sucked just a little harder on his pacifier as she untapped the diaper and folded it down. "Hmm, what have we here?" she said and she sniffed his crotch then felt around. She honestly couldn't smell anything but pee. "Someone couldn't help but play with themselves last night," she said. "No, I didn't," he lied though it was muffled by his pacifier. "My little sissy girl can't keep her hands off her naughty parts, but then lies to mommy," she replied with some anger in her voice. "I didn't," he said weekly. "Stop lying, I know you did, I can smell it," she said back with a bit of anger this time. He didn't respond and just focused on sucking, but the humiliation was making him red hot, and he felt his little cock begin to stiffen. "Now tell mommy the truth, what did you do after I put you to bed," she commanded. "Umm, I, umm," he mumbled. "That's 10 extra swats, and they'll keep going up if you don't tell the truth little missy," she said. "I played with myself," he said after spitting out the pacifier. "Good, but use your words, tell Mommy exactly what you did." "I put my hand in my diaper and stroked until I went," he answered. "Good, tell Mommy what you stroked." "My... cock," he answered. "Nope, your a little sissy girl, you don't have a cock, so what did you play with?" she asked again. "My clitty," he answered as the depths of his humiliation and shame overwhelmed him and he fought back tears. She removed the wet diaper from under him and stood him up, then forced him to bend over and grasp the sides of the changing table. "This is going to hurt me more then it hurts you," she said, then WHACK. The hairbrush hit his rear, then again. "Yowouch," he yelled, the hair brush was a wicked little plastic paddle, it had holes up and down the backside and he could feel them biting in his flesh. The swats began to pile up and the pain was more then he could take. "Please Mommy, please, I'll be good, I promise," he yelled and lost all control of his emotions, he began to sob frantically and beg, snot ran out of his nose. "One," he heard her say over his sobbing. WHACK, "Two," WHACK. These last ten extra swats came slow and harsh, finally he heard, "Ten," WHACK and they stopped. He couldn't stop crying and he heard her take a few steps away, then he felt her wrap herself around him. She guided him back to the crib where he collapsed in her arms and cried on her shoulder, he was careful not to put any weight on his sore bottom. "There there, its alright, Mommy loves you," she said as he sobbed for a few more minutes. Her pussy was leaking and she had never felt so alive, and so incredibly turned on, she wanted desperately to guide her weakling husband to her pussy while she enjoyed the penetration of her dildo, but she was enjoying her husbands total emotional breakdown so much and the way her motherly instincts were telling her how to care for him. It's only been a week she thought. Some of her motherly instincts kicked in and she lifted up her pajama top and guided his head down to her breast. He latched on and began to suckle and she felt so a peace. She rubbed his back and whispered cute little sayings to him while he sucked. Eventually she laid back in the crib and he fell asleep on top of her. A woman who never thought she would fall asleep with her baby in her arms did so and smiled contently.

Hello! Chapter 4 is ready for you! Enjoy! Chapter 4 IttyBittyBabyBear84 posted, 4 hours ago: Guys (and gals)! You will NOT believe what happened? So remember the other day when I told you about the really pretty and nice woman who came in and scared off that rude customer? She came in today! I thought she was coming in to return what she bought, but we just chatted for a bit. I guess she didn’t see my diaper the other day (or thought nothing of it). It was a little embarrassing, though. We just got to talking about how busy we were, and then she started really going off on this babysitting tangent. I was pretty red, but I think I held my composure pretty well. But wait! There’s more! I mustered up the courage to ask her to grab a coffee or drink, and SHE SAID YES! I was sooo freaking nervous. I was almost anticipating a hard no, but she seemed very receptive and she gave me her number! Even if it doesn’t turn into anything more than just a friendship, it...no, she, really made my day! Of course, I will always wonder what she’d have said if she knew I wore diapers sometimes. But, I’ll keep you posted! Oh, Michael...if you only knew! I thought to myself with a giggle, upon finishing up his forum post. He received quite a few replies in such a brief period of time, most of which were supporting and congratulating him. Others went off into fantasy land, telling Michael that maybe I’d baby him on the first date and other silly things like that. In fact, there seemed to be quite a strange mix of people in this online community. Some were very mature about their fetish, offering generally good advice and support, while others seemed solely focused on the fetish and seemed to have misconceptions about how the world worked and how real relationships worked. Michael fit the former, aside from the occasional fantasy post (but hey, who doesn’t have a fantasy? Sexual or not, there’s always a dream scenario or three!). I crept Michael’s social media feed next, knowing he wouldn’t post the same thing there. However, he did again mention his excitement about getting my phone number and having a great day. It was cute, really! And again, all of his friends and family replied with praise and were quite supportive. He seemed like a decent guy while at work, too. I was curious to see how he'd be when we went out. Hopefully he wouldn't be a jerk to those working at whatever food place we'd end up going to. I hate that with an undying passion. Why would anyone be rude to people handling their food?! You're asking to have it spat on or prepared with little or no passion. “Please” and “thank you” are two phrases that are so fundamentally easy to use, and yet I have seen (and have been on dates with) people who are downright rude. That's a dealbreaker for me, to a point where I've ended friendships over it. Throughout the rest of the day, I kept wondering when would Michael actually reach out to me. I didn’t think to ask when he left work, but I figured since the store closed at 7PM, he’d get home about 30 minutes after that. How did I figure that, you ask? Why, the internet, of course! Public records are a wonderful (and available) thing, even if they aren't as challenging as the other means of getting the information I'm looking for. About 8PM that night, I got a text message from a number I didn't recognize, and immediately assumed it was Michael; I was right. Hey, Erica! It's Michael from the computer store. Sorry I didn't text sooner. I got held up at work and didn't get home until a little while ago. Hmm, grammatically correct texting? Was he trying to impress me? Because it was working! Michael! No need to apologize, I responded, I figured that was the case. Or that I intimidated you to a point where you wouldn't end up sending me anything at all. No way! I mean, you intimidated me at first, but I think I understand your sense of humor now, haha. One of the many things to understand about me. I replied. Same goes for me! But anyway, I just wanted to see if you have any good times for when you wanted to hang out. I'm free all day tomorrow, as well as Monday evening. Some might say that Michael seemed a bit eager to grab a drink with me in such a short period of time. In most cases, that'd be true. However, I was just as eager to roll the ball even further. Tomorrow sounds great! What time? There was a good 10 minutes of nothing before Michael sent back, Oh, awesome! Is 10:00AM too early? We could grab a coffee, or some food, or whatever. Coffee IS my best friend...10 sounds great. Is Mugamania too far for you to meet me? Mugamania, it is! I'll see you tomorrow at 10! Okay! And don't be late! I swore I could almost feel the giddy vibe in Michael's text message. He was probably wiggling and yelling and jumping for joy. I started planning and imagining how the conversation would go with Michael. It'd be him, getting all fidgety and worried as I kept making subtle references to diapers and things of that nature, baiting him to bring that side of him out of hiding. Yes, some of this was to tease him, but not really in a mean way. Judging by how seriously he took his lifestyle preference, I hoped to show him that it was okay to make light of it; sort of break down his defenses, if you will. Being genuinely curious about something that was clearly important and nerveracking for Michael, I knew that asking him about it outright would make him very uncomfortable. This little coffee date would be quite fun for both of us! * * * Sunday morning, the morning of our date, I woke up at about 6:30. I know, I know. It's so early for a weekend! But, I've always been an early riser, because sleeping past 9AM always made me feel like I lost half my morning. I took my sweet time waking up, rolling out of bed and eventually showering. I didn't really eat anything for breakfast, nor did I have coffee, as Mugamania had some killer apple strudel! Michael was so cute when he texted me that morning, probably since he didn't know what time I normally woke up. His message that morning read: Good morning, Erica! I hope I'm not texting you too early, and I'm sorry in advance if I am. Just wanted to tell you I'm still on for this morning at 10! I don't want to get beat up or anything. Again, he sent a grammatically correct and witty text message! Not the, “hey, u up lol” or the “wyd this morning” I was so accustomed to. How dare you wake me from my beauty sleep?! I replied, giggling to myself before continuing, I'm kidding. See you at 10! Michael responded with a smiley face, and before I knew it, it was time to leave. Mugamania was only a 12 minute drive from my place, and thankfully traffic wasn't too terrible on the way there. Did I mention that I'm early to just about everything? I almost always give myself an extra 10 to 15 minutes for any appointment, date, event...whatever...that I go to. Michael seemed to be the same way, for as soon as I pulled into my parking spot, I could see him getting out of his car. Mind you, it was only 9:50 when I showed up. Before exiting my car, I noticed what Michael had on: pair of comfy-looking, relaxed fit jeans on, as well as gray sneakers and an off-green hoodie that appeared to be a size or two too large. But hey, sometimes swimming in clothing isn't a bad thing! As for me, I had on jeans, light brown boots, a long-sleeve shirt, and a puffy black vest. Being that it wasn't exactly a date, I didn't feel the need to dress up, and apparently, neither did Michael. As I got out of my car and closed the door, Michael came over and greeted me with a warm, “Hey! Good morning!” Without a thought, I gave the baby-faced bear of a man a hug; something I don't think he was expecting. Still, he responded by putting his arms around me and hugging me in return. It was so freaking adorable, too, as I heard him let out a happy sigh! He was probably so nervous, but it was obvious by the way he hugged me back that he loved hugs, too. I remember reading somewhere that hugging someone even for just a few seconds can ease their stress and help them live longer. Crazy, right? But yay, science! “Morning, sunshine!” I exclaimed. “How was the rest of work yesterday?” “Not too bad! I was pretty tired by the end of the day, though.” “I've got days like that, too. You'd think working as a research analyst wouldn't be too taxing on the body, but staring at data all day makes my head spin!” “I can only imagine! Work definitely lets me get my steps in! Well, let's get some coffee!” Michael smiled as he led us to the inside of Mugamania. I know I've mentioned the place a gazillion times by now, so let me just tell you about how insane this place is. From the outside, Mugamania looks like it's very small since it's part of a series of storefronts. However, the inside is so long and full of little cafe tables and chairs, plush couches, plants, various coffee decor...the whole nine yards! Even more interesting is that, in addition to having some of the best coffee and food in town, certain areas of the cafe almost appeared to be soundproof. You could talk amongst yourselves at the same time as another party close by, and you'd never hear each other. It was unusually quiet in there that morning (not that I was complaining). Michael got a vanilla bean latte and three blueberry scones, while I grabbed a cappucino and some apple strudel. As soon as I reached into my purse to pay for my stuff, Michael took a $20 bill out and handed it to the cashier. “You didn't have to do that, Michael.” I said, playfully smacking his arm. “I know. I wanted to!” I thanked him before we headed over to one of the corners of the cafe, plopping down on the plush chairs across from one another. We each took our time enjoying our food and drinks, making small talk with one another. Michael told me he'd been working at his store for about three years, as one of his friends owned it and thought he'd be a good fit. I told Michael about my job as a research analyst at Jansville University, having landed the job shortly after graduating. “What do you do for fun?” Michael asked before sipping his latte. Ohh, you know. Research the living hell out of people that intrigue me to a borderline insane level, creep on others to see if they are creeps themselves. The usual, you know? “Well, I game a lot, hence the rig.” I answered. “That makes two of us! I'm huge into action and adventure games, but not so big on the multiplayer stuff, unless it's co-op.” “Yeah, the online community is really toxic in a lot of games these days. I'll try anything that catches my eye, to be honest. That goes for both gaming and real life.” “Heh, yeah. I tend to keep an open mind as well! Can't really judge others if we've got our own quirks.” “Ohh, quirks, eh?” I prodded, “might I inquire as to what quirks you have?” I stirred my drink while smirking, trying to get Michael flustered. IT seemed to work, as he stammered and fumbled over his words a bit. “Well, I mean. I start shutting down hard when people are being mean or rude to me, for onw.” he chuckled. “Also, after I realize that there's an odd number of stairs on a staircase, I have to land on the next floor with my left foot.” This made me giggle, even though I was hoping he'd delve a little into his fetish. Still, I knew there was no way it'd just be brought to the table outright. “Those are pretty odd! But, I have to always stop in the middle of tiles at the mall. Never on the lines. I don't know why.” Michael laughed at this in return, saying, “See what I mean?!” “Yeah, I guess so!” “Well, I think that's what makes us human, you know?” “Oh, definitely. Quirks, kinks, freaky fetish stuff. We're all human in one way or another.” Michael's ears twitched a bit, and he leaned forward, showing even more of an interest in what I had to say. “Oh my God. Exactly! I don't know why some people make such a huge deal out of the stuff they don't understand or that's different. I mean, yeah, it's weird sometimes, but at least try to make an attempt to understand.” I decided to reveal a bit about one of my own kinks in an effort to fish more information out of Michael. “Seriously! I love being bitten and biting. Not hard, not enough to break skin or make someone bleed, but just enough to cause a little bit of pain in with the pleasure. But no, that's so weird, right?” “I don't think that's weird at all!” Michael exclaimed. “Even if I like to bite or nibble anywhere? I'm unbiased towards any body part.” “No, not at all! I mean, it might take some getting used to from the receiving end, and again, people may not understand it, but it doesn't mean they have to act all mean or kink-shame you about it.” “Cheers to that,” I raised my mug, with Michael following suit as we clanked them together before sipping, before I continued, “and what about you, Michael? What drives you wild?” Would he be comfortable telling me, or would he dance around the issue and try to change the subject? The suspense was fantastic! “I'm, um, not really ready to talk to you about that, if that's cool. Kind of a hard thing to explain, and I've been burned enough times in the past about it that I don't want to scare you away.” Damn it! “Try me.” “Mmm...” Michael scratched hs head before apologizing, “...I don't know. I mean, don't get me wrong. You seem like a really cool woman and you're really nice, but it's just really hard for me to talk about.” “What if I guess it? Would you tell me if I was right?” “Nobody ever guesses it. I almost wished they did, sometimes! But, um, I guess so.” Michael blushed hard, biting his lip slightly. Of course, I knew it, but of course, I didn't want to scare him away. I deliberately guessed wrong, choosing to name other fetishes that were maybe not as mainstream or accepted. “Furry?” “No.” “Pegging?” “Definitely not.” “Cross-dressing?” “No.” Michael wiggled a bit, most likely because I was pretty close to getting it right. “Wait a minute,” I smirked, “I'm getting warmer. You like to dress up at something.” He stared at me, almost terrified that I'd guess it right. The poor guy! I couldn't be that awful to him, but I'll admit, it was a fun to tease him. “You like to dress up like a superhero in bed, don't you? Like one of your favorite comic book or movie characters, and role play out all of these erotic scenes that are in all the fan fictions!” “What? No!” Michael laughed, easing the tension. “Ugh, I give up for now. But, I'll figure you out sooner or later, Michael.” I smirked once more. “I'll give you props, Erica. You know your kinks, even if some of them aren't all that mainstream!” “I research a lot. Kind of my hobby.” “Oh?” “Yeah, I like to research whatever interests me, and get all those nitty gritty details. Makes life more interesting and it makes me look at the world and people a bit differently.” “Is that so? Do I interest you?” Michael asked. “I wouldn't have accepted your offer to take me out this morning if I didn't.” “Well, I'd be curious to know what you find when you research me,” Michael said, pausing quite a bit before continuing, “and I'd be surprised if you didn't run the other way.” “Maybe I already researched you. Maybe I know whatever it is you're so afraid of, and maybe I'm not running away.” “You can't possibly know everything there is to know about me. We just met a few days ago!” “The internet is a wonderful and powerful thing. All paper trails have become digital now.” Michael gulped, fidgeting uncomfortably in his chair. He looked as though he were really nervous about what I'd do or say. Did he think I'd spill the beans all over town? To his family and friends? “And this is the part where most people run away from me,” I sighed, “look. I know I'm an oddball. One of my biggest problems is that I love researching people. It probably comes off as creepy, I know, but that isn't why I do it. It's just this...obsession. People fascinate me. And not just people who are good, or successful, or anything like that. I like to know all about people, and their struggles, and their successes. Everyone keeps portraying themselves online as something they're not in real life, and vice-versa. Nobody is honest with themselves anymore.” “So, like, what do you do with the information when you find it?” Michael asked uneasily, a hint of curiosity in his voice. “I decide whether I want to get to know the person or not. I don't usually tell the other person that I know everything, but it's come in handy with potentially abusive partners and whatnot. Most people just call me crazy and walk away, which, I understand. But it's not like I run around and tell the world what I find. It's more of just a personal thing for me. Obviously, if you're doing something highly illegal, I won't hesitate to report it.” “Well, that's somewhat comforting, I guess. Doesn't that take the fun out of getting to know someone, though? Like actually building a friendship or relationship with them and finding out things out that way?” “Yes and no,” I explained, it's one thing if people are upfront and honest with each other, which I know normally doesn't happen overnight. It's a whole other ballgame if someone is a snake that comes off as a knight in shining armor, though.” “Good point. So, now this begs the question,” Michael sighed, “if you did in fact research me, and you did in fact decide not to run the other way, am I right to assume you're okay with what you know?” “And what is it that you think I know?” I asked, eagerly awaiting his response. I thought I had him at that point. I wanted him to be utterly honest with me, no matter how much discomfort it brought him. If he told me right then and there, I'd hug him, hold his hands, tell him it was okay and that we could talk about it more. And I'd ask him all the questions I had about his lifestyle choice (the stuff I didn't find through my research, anyway). “I'm sorry, but, I'm still not quite ready to say it out loud. I just...can't. I'm sorry.” Michael replied, crawling right back into his shell. I didn't have him yet. Still, in an effort to show him I was okay with that response, I did reach my hands out to his, and said, “Michael, it's okay. I mean, it's okay that you're not comfortable telling me what it is you want to tell me and what it is you think I know.” “It is?” “I promise. You're a really nice and cute guy. I'm not gonna hurt you. You intrigue me. So, this is what I'm gonna offer. If I've scared you by now, then I'll walk away from here when we're done, and I'll pretend we never met. No hard feelings, no resentment, nothing. But, if you decide you want to tell me, whether it's today, tomorrow, next week, next month...whenever, I'm not going to run away. I will go as far down the rabbit hole as you want me to.” “I mean-but, but why?” Michael asked. “Being someone who doesn't have a whole lot of people to talk to, I can tell when people need someone to lean on. And, as I said before, you intrigue me. That, and it's so fun!” “Oh...well, I'll give it some thought. You also definitely intrigue me, Erica!” Michael said with almost an uneasiness in his voice. “Eh, I'm not for everyone, I know. Kind of a spazz, freakishly resourceful, a whole lot of awkward.” “Maybe it's because I'm pretty awkward myself, but,” Michael said, “I find you oddly comforting. I'll give what you said some thought.” “Fair enough.” Again, I could've called him out on it right then and there, but you know what? Michael was (and is) such a nice guy. I'll admit that I was pretty bummed when he didn't tell me at the cafe, but he was still quite pleasant right through to the end of the date. Part of me wondered if he'd ignore me or if he was just being nice until he left. We hugged when we parted ways (something I was not expecting in the least), and Michael kindly said, “Thank you again, Erica. As weird as you say you are, I do like you. I think you're great, even if it's hard to wrap my head around all that detective work you do.” He winked, a sign that he didn't seem too terribly frighted or intimidated by me. I smiled and kissed his cheek, making him blush. “Well, thank you. Don't forget what I told you. Whatever you decide, I won't get mad.” “I appreciate that. Still finding it a little hard to believe that you did all this research on me, but I guess we'll find out soon enough, right?” Was that a challenge? Had Michael just poked the bear to try to elicit a response from me? Did he dare test the waters? “Hmm, do you want to go there right before I leave?” I giggled. “Well, you didn't guess correctly about me before.” Michael placed his hand on his chin with a smile. Oh, he went there. With a smirk, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Have a nice day, Itty Bitty Baby Bear 84.” With another quick kiss on the cheek and a big smile, I got into my car. Michael's jaw dropped, his face utterly red, smiling very, very shyly, like a kid who'd just been caught doing something naughty. But he didn't run, didn't get upset, didn't cry. No, he had this awestruck look on his face, before getting into his own car and starting it up, pulling away rather quickly. There's no way he's calling me after that. I thought to myself, figuring I'd pushed the envelope a bit too far. Then, a few hours after getting home, my phone rang. It was Michael, my soon to be Itty Bitty Baby Bear.

I associate the smell of a little boy I grew up with who was often running around in a poppy diaper. I wanted to be in diapers like him. I remember his diaper always smelled like Johnson's and Johnson's baby powder. When he pooped, you could still smell the powder which give the poop a mild smell of a baby's stinky diaper. There was a very cute babysitter that use to change his diaper. I think this is where the association of cute girls dominating little boys in poopy diapers came from. I would often stand by and watch her change his diaper. I remember the room smelling stinky but also had an amazing smell of the Huggies wet wipes back in the 80s. (Now discontinued) I guess I had a child's crush on her and wanted the attention myself. But I was out of diapers. So I would steal them out of his closet and put them on in the bathroom. From that point on, I started making them about of garbage bags. The desire to wear diapers never left me. When I got into my 20's I tried my first real diaper on which I stole from an overstock cart I was putting away at my job at the grocery store. (Attends 1995) I was so amazed that I started going out at night to grocery stores when very few people were shopping. I would try to time the checkout line so that no one would see me buying them. Since then it's just progressed into other things.

ch 18 “Lauren you can't just swing wildly like that,” I told him as we did a morning sparring match. He was still swinging his staff wildly and making it easy to see where they were coming from and easily dodge them. After a little while, I finally swat the staff away with a large stick I found. “I think you might need a better weapon,” I told him as he picked up his weapon. “But this is a royal staff. It’s a strong weapon.” Lauren told me. “Ya, it is a strong weapon. But the owner doesn't know how to use it right and it lost to a stick.” I told him. “Look there are a ton of weapons in the basement, go take a look and see if one of them would be better to use.” Lauren nodded and ran into the cabin. After what happened yesterday he finally warmed up to me. Especially after I apologized for tricking him into fighting a ton of slimes. Now he at least listens to me a bit better than before. I then turned my attention to the girls who were sitting on a bench on the side of the cabin talking. “So what are you two up to?” I asked them as I walked up to them. “Bab is teaching me how to use my dark magic!” Ramonita told me excitedly. “Watch!” She then raised her hands out and tried to focus hard on her magic until a black smoke began to appear. “That's awesome,” I tell her as the smoke disappeared. “By the way, what does dark do?” “Dark is known as a defensive type of magic,” Bab told me. “Unlike all the other elemental magic, it's the only one that has no real attack magic. Dark will absorb any and all types of energy that touches it.” “Wait is that what I did to Elroy's light magic?” Ramonita asked. “Yes, while it was only for a moment you absorbed his light magic. When you get much stronger you will even be able to redirect that type of attack.” “That sounds like a very good shield,” I tell them. “Not really,” Bab told us. “Like I said it has to be energy. Light, lightning, fire, and wind are considered energy based while the rest are more physical. While she could absorb my lightning Alex could throw a snowball and it would just go straight through.” “Ok, now that sounds a bit better. But what else can it do?” I asked. Her. “Dark users can also make dark illusions but this takes years to learn,” Bab told us. “Bab please teach me as much as you can!” Ramonita begged her. I couldn't help but smile at how well they were getting along. It wasn't that long ago that Bab was looking forward to getting away from the orphanage and the kids there but know I can see she's slightly enjoying herself a little. Must be because Ramonita sees Bab as nothing but a normal girl and maybe a friend. Hell, I wish I had a camera this morning when I went to check on them. Last night Bab was a little miffed that she had to share the bed with someone she didn't really know and even more self-conscious about using her pacifier. But Ramonita didn't mind at all. To her, this was all just fun and she was enjoying herself. Bab herself also seemed to enjoy the bedtime story I told them. Once they were asleep I crept out of the room and checked on Lauren who was fast asleep in Aeva’s pink bed. When I woke up early in the morning from sleeping on the lumpy couch I decided I would just continue to sleep in my sleeping bag as that was much more comfortable. I decided to check on the kids to see how they were doing. Lauren was fine but I noticed he mumbles in his sleep. As for the girls, I saw Bab half sprawled out on the bed with Ramonita tightly embracing Bab as if she was a stuffed animal. Bab’s heavily wet diaper was on full display and I figured now might be a good time to change her before it leaked. I somehow was able to quickly and quietly got Bab cleaned up without waking her, but I must have accidentally bumped Ramonita as she lifted her head and rubbed some of the sleep from her eyes. “What are you doing?” she whispered to me. “Bab had a full diaper and I'm giving her a change. Would you like one.” I asked her only joking. But Ramonita got a smile on her sleepy face as I heard a slight hiss coming from her diaper. “Yes please,” she told me as she rolled onto her back to allow me to change her. I was a little stunned that she used her diaper right in front of me like it was no big deal, but I did offer a change and I have told her before I didn't mind if she used them. I quickly got her changed as well, sealing her nice and tight in the soft padding. While I did this she fell back asleep so I threw the blanket back over them both to let them sleep a little while longer. I couldn't help but think how cute they looked sleeping together, almost like sisters. It was then that Lauren came running back outside to me holding a few weapons. He had with him a small mace and a small sword. Two weapons perfect for his size. “Okay, let's start your training,” I tell him as I picked up my stick. “Let's see which one fits you better.” “Alex, wait,” Ramonita said and I turned back to her. “Can you train me as well?” “But I thought you wanted Bab to teach you magic?” I asked her. “I do, but I also want to train with you as well,” she told us. “Why not both?” Bab suggested and we all looked at her. “The prince also needs to learn how to use magic so why don't they take turns being taught by us. I teach one the basics of magic while you take the other out to train and get experience. It's a win-win.” Thinking about it she was right. Lauren should learn how to use magic and maybe learn he's better at it then using a weapon. While Ramonita just wanted to fight more. Either way, it could work out. “That sounds like a good idea. Okay then since Ramonita already learned some basics it's your turn, Lauren.” I tell him before Ramonita and I go into the woods to do a little hunting. **************************** We returned about 2 hours later when the pain from the bracelets got annoying. Ramonita and I killed quite a few monsters and definitely grew a bit. When we got back we saw Bab soaking wet chasing Lauren and yelling at him for some reason. Apparently, Lauren really needs to learn better control as he accidentally drenched Bab with a bunch of water. Even Bab’s diaper got drenched and now saged below her short skirt allowing Lauren to learn about them. I had to explain to him that Bab had a personal problem and needed them, while Ramonita was forced to wear them because of Bab and doesn't have any underwear to replace the diapers. With the explanation done Bab went into the cabin to take a quick shower and strip from her soaked clothes and diaper. Once she was done and mostly dressed I came in and helped with the new diaper. “Damn Bab, you really soaked this one.” I joked as I picked up the heavy wet diaper. She responded by hitting me in the arm. With that out of the way, I decided to make lunch for the kids before we switched over our training. Lunch was just a simple sandwich with water. Once we were done eating Lauren and I left to train leaving the girls at the cabin. ********* “You're getting better,” Bab told Ramonita as she finally managed to recreate the dark wall she used to protect me a few days ago. “It's all thanks to you,” she told Bab with a big smile on her sweaty face. “I think that's enough practice for now. Your mana is most likely near empty.” Bab told her as they took a seat on the bench. “Hey Bab, can you tell me more about you?” Ramonita asked. “Sorry, but I want to keep a lot of that to myself,” Bab told her not trusting her with that type of info. “Alright, then how about nothing too personal but practical. Like what's your favorite color, mine is pink” Ramonita asked. “I like purple,” Bab told her before thinking of a question to ask. “How do you spend your free time? I like to read.” “In the castle, I didn't get to do much but read. But now, I think I'm going to practice my magic more. What is your strongest personal quality? I think mine is caring.” Ramonita said. “My magic. What are you most afraid of? I hate slimes” Bab told her. “To be honest, going back home after all this,” Ramonita told Bab with her smile fading but still trying to act happy. “Do you have a nickname? My mom likes to call me peachy because I love peaches.” “Some people used to call me the witch of storms, but that was a long time ago,” Bab told her and suddenly realized she said a little too much. And tried to think of something to ask before Ramonita asked anything further. “What embarrasses you the most in front of other people? For me, it's using my diaper for number 2.” Bab said that a little too quickly and let up a little more embarrassing stuff then she would have liked. “I don't really know, I'm not around a lot of people often, but I was embarrassed when I peed in my diaper, but I also felt, weird,” she told Bab, not really knowing how she felt about it at the time. “If you had a chance for a “do-over” in life, what would you do differently? For me, I would have run away from home a long time ago.” “I don't really want to answer that question, can you ask a different one?” Bab asked. “Alright, then I have a different question for you. What do you think of Alex,” she asked Bab. “What do you mean?” Bab asked her not understanding the question. “I already know he’s from the other world and he was forced to make a bond with you. But what do you really think of him?” Ramonita asked and saw Bab have to really think about it. “He’s warm,” Bab said after a moment. “Warm?” Ramonita asked. “Yes. Alex isn't the smartest or the strongest. But I know he will always be there for me when I need him.” Bab said before thinking of something else about Alex. **************** “Frost!” I yelled and froze a monkey looking monster before Lauren hit it with the mace killing it. “I finally killed it!” Lauren claimed proudly. For the last 30 minutes, he’s been chasing it after he was hit in the back of the head with a rock. But he now looked very proud of himself. “You're getting better, but I do think you fight better with your sword then mace. It's more balanced for you.” I tell him as I take the mace. “Hey Alex. why don't you have a weapon?” Lauren asked. “I haven't seen you use one. Only a stick or ice magic.” “I've had 3 swords but I sort of had bad luck with them. Two of them broke and my favorite sword was stolen from me. After my last one broke I don't think I want to have another sword right now.” I explained to him. “Then why don't you use one of the weapons in the basement?” he asked me. “Because none of them feel right to me. They are either too heavy or too light for me to use.” I tell him. “The ones with a good weight to them are the swords and bows. Both of which I don't want to use.” “But what if we fight something strong?” Lauren asked. “I'm a hunter class with beast vision, I can see how strong the monsters are around here and stay away from them.” I explained to him “Now come on let's kill a few more monsters before we go back.” Lauren was getting better with each swing of his sword as I watched him from a safe distance. I was glad to use this time to train myself as well. My arm soon began to hurt and I knew we had to start heading back now, however before we got too far we both heard a loud screech. We immediately turned around to see one of the scariest things I could have ever seen. A big mama monkey monster swinging wildly at us. It was about the size of a small child and holding the monkey monster we killed not so long ago. “Lauren stay back!” I yelled as I used my beast vision to see it was as strong as I was and I immediately started to fire off ice magic at it in hopes of killing it quickly but the monster was too quick and soon swung right into me and knocked me off of my feet. The monkey then tried to leap over me to get to the prince but I grabbed it by its tail and threw it back. it staggered a bit before getting its bearings but not before I got back on my feet and ready to fight. The monster let out another screech before leaping at me. This time I was ready and I punched it as hard as I could, but using its hind legs it grabbed my arm and came back to bite me on my shoulder. I screamed out in pain and before I could do anything the monster leaped from me and over to Lauren. Lauren tried his best to defend himself but the monster was too much for him to handle and he was soon knocked to the ground with the monster beating and tearing at him. I quickly rushed over and using all the strength I had, kicked the monster off of him. The monster got up and screeched again but this time I threw 4 ice shards at it. 3 struck its body. “Lauren closes your eyes now,” I told the scared boy as he immediately did as he was told. I walked over to the monster. Weakly screeching at me as I got closer to it. The 3 ice shards hit it in a weak spot but didn't kill it. While the monster was what attacked us I wasn't going to let it suffer any unnecessary pain. So taking my knife I stabbed it through its heart. Putting it to rest. ************************* After a while, Lauren and I finally made it back to the cabin. Thanks to my regen the bite was slowly healing itself but I did notice how both Lauren’s and my clothes were completely trashed. Holes, rips, and blood all over them. How much damage could one monkey cause? After a quick shower and new change of clothes, I had to make a very big decision. To go to the nearest town and get some supplies or not. As of right now, we are golden on food and water. However as I look at Lauren now forced to wear my very baggy shirt, which looked like a nightgown on him, I knew we had to get him some new clothes. Plus with Ramonita using Bab’s diapers as well, we are almost out. We just have a few big problems. First is that people might still be searching for us. Next, the nearest town is a 4-mile hike from the cabin, meaning I just can't go by myself to be safe and I can't leave the prince and princess alone without protection so I'll have to take all 3 kids. But that still left another big problem, and my worries only grew when Ramonita made just one comment. “I have an idea,” she said with a slightly evil grin... Alexander March Stats- lv20 HP-100 (+4) Attack-54 (+3) Defence-40 (+5) Speed-59 (+2) Regen-13 (+1) Manna-57 class-hunter Skills-beast vision Weapons- knife Element-ice partner-Bab Ados Stats- lv25-MAX HP-67 (+20) Attack-12 Defence-13 (+45) Speed-12 (+9) Regen-16 (+3) Manna-200 class-mage Skills-potion maker (new elixir maker) Weapons-none Element-lightning Ramonita Maynard Stats- lv12 HP-57 Attack- 21 Defence- 22 (+100) Speed- 19 Regen-7 Manna-27 class-princess Skills-royal blood Weapons- dagger Element- dark Partner- Lauren Thacker Stats- lv9 HP-49 Attack- 19 Defence- 17 Speed- 17 Regen-8 Manna-18 class-prince Skills-royal blood Weapons-sword Element- water Money ---- gold 13) silver 14) bronze 1) copper 8) ****************************** Sherry was pissed as she sat right in front of Aeva at a public restaurant. Aeva was completely done up, looking nothing like she had a few days ago during the fight. Even with all the wanted posters posted all over town, no one would have recognized her. The only reason Sherry was here was because Aeva personally called to her in the middle of a crowded street. Sherry wanted nothing more than to arrest this woman but she did nothing at the moment. If they were to fight here she knew there would be many people caught in the crossfire. “What do you want?” Sherry asked as she sipped some tea. Not once letting Aeva out of her sight. “We already got your master why don't you just turn yourself in now and tell us we're the princess is.” “You know I saw what you did the other day, how you let go of the boy's leg and let them go. You're very lucky no one else saw what happened.” Aeva told Sherry with a bright smile. “Let me guess, you want to blackmail me to help you break your master out of jail?” Sherry asked as she remembered her split-second decision to trust Alex when he told her he was trying to save them. “No, if master wanted out he could do that on his own. master wanted me to find someone to give the queen a special message,” she told sherry as she pulled out a bunch of letters tied together with a single string and placing them on the table. “And what is this?” Sherry asked not looking at them. “Master wanted a chance to talk to the queen but knew there would be no chance at that unless he was captured. If he was captured then someone would have undoubtedly got their hands on the evidence we have to prove Elroy was planning all of this.” Aeva told her “And you expect me to trust you?” Sherry asked her. “Only if you want to find the princess faster,” Aeva told her as she stood up from the table. Sherry could immediately feel the quick change in the air pressure around them and immediately knew this was Aeva's only real threat. ‘Follow me and everyone here will die.’ “I’ll look into it,” Sherry said as she finally looked at the letters before looking back up to see Aeva and the air pressure gone like the wind.

In our school, all the girls (even me) used to wear short skirts or hot-pants, and even though I'm straight, I used to love staring at the other girls' legs - it was a turnon for me. I used to take my time in the bathroom so I could see all the desperate girls. Girls look so sexy holding it in, but not boys.