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Chapter IV: Career Opportunities Renard’s house was still without electricity, so they spent the night in Andrea’s apartment. As soon as Renard walked in, he was shocked at its cramped quarter, and crowded atmosphere – she lived alone, but the rooms were loaded with boxes, clothes hanging over chairs, a general sense of domestic chaos. “How the other half lives,” he thought. “Forgive the mess,” Andrea said. “I just moved in. Eight months ago.” ****** One hour and one bottle of red wine later, the two sat on the floor of her bedroom, backs up against her twin bed. Andrea’s white Alice band had fallen to the floor by her feet. “I guess I didn’t have a real private childhood. I’ve got four brothers and sisters, all younger than me. I had to take care of them a lot, especially when my dad was sick. He’s better now. So now I just like to live by myself. But it makes paying rent hard.” “I can understand that,” Renard said. With a laugh, she quickly replied, “No, you don’t! You probably own a big building with your name on it, don’t you?” “Well, no. I don’t own the whole building. I live in the apartment with my sister.” “New York City?” “Manhattan.” “The rent would be insane. Be grateful you own it.” “I never said I owned it?” “But you do, right?” “Yes.” “See,” Andrea said, finishing off the last of the wine. “I’m a smart girl.” He smiled. “Yes, yes you are. Smart, smart girl.” He gently brushed aside some of the hair that had fallen in front of her face. She blushed a subtle red. “Do you like it when I do that?” he asked. She nodded. He leaned in for a kiss, but she was surprised when it landed not on her lips as she expected, but on her forehead. “And you like it when I do that?” There was a pause. He felt a fear grip him instantly. Had he made a mistake? This was going to be a night to remember regardless, but would it simply add to a series of painful Thanksgiving memories? She broke the silence. “I do.” The feeling of relief came into him, and converted to enthusiasm, even boldness. “I have a few things I’d like to ask you Andrea, and you don’t have to answer those questions tonight. But I would like to know soon.” She felt that strange paralysis of uncertainty come over her – one of those moments where you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to move or speak again. With courage, she summoned up the power to ask the question she wanted. “Can you ask me in the morning? Lots of times I’ve had guys ask me one thing in my bedroom at night, and then the next day they disappear. If you want to ask these questions, you have to ask me tomorrow, so I know you’ll be here.” He was taken aback. But he nodded and accepted. This one was more than he expected. That night, they slept side by side in her bed, fully clothed, in perfect silence, her mousy brown hair in front of his face, the scent of her shampoo lingering until they both were asleep. ****** Over coffee the next morning, he asked her his questions. The first: “Do you like your life here?” That question took her by surprise. “My life here? What do you mean?” “Do you like living in this town? Do you like living in this apartment? Do you like working at that restaurant?” “If you’re asking me if I’m angry at the world—” “I’m not.” “Well…I could use a change.” Upon hearing this, Renard felt a rush of emotions – excitement, amusement, even arousal. “Would you be willing to leave your job and this apartment – don’t worry, I’d buy out the rest of any lease – if you were offered a job and a home in New York City, working for me?” Andrea didn’t believe what she heard. “Wait, you’re offering me a job?” she asked – a mixture of incredulity, gratefulness, and a hint of anger in the anticipation that it was all some kind of cruel trick. Renard nodded. “My assistant. I haven’t had one for a few months now. I require certain qualities in my assistants that I don’t always find in applicants. Sometimes I just find them out in the world. I think you’d be great at it. You and me have a connection, I think you understand a little bit of how I think. Not everyone does. You’d be compensated handsomely, of course.” Andrea rubbed her eyes and looked around to check that there were no hidden cameras around. “If you’re serious, that’s a yes, Mr. Wellfit.” “Renard, please.” “Well, then, YES, Renard, yes.” “Now hold on,” he said, “There are more questions. You might want to understand all of them before we continue any further.” Andrea knew it was all too good to be true. Here she was, 23 years old and without a college degree, living in a crappy apartment, and some millionaire swoops in to offer her a job out of nowhere? She didn’t know what exactly to expect, but she anticipated trouble. “My assistants don’t do…what normal assistants do,” he began. “My job is an unusual one. I’m an artist, not a businessman. And as an artist,” he steeled himself up by taking a swig of coffee. “As an artist I have to find inspiration for my art. Models, muses. It’s always been that way. It’s not all just imagination and sketchpads. I have to have a human touch. My assistant…my assistant doesn’t just make appointments or type up documents. My assistant is my inspiration. They have to be.” She was confused. His art? She knew he owned the Wellfit Company, but didn’t know what ‘art’ that consisted of. Did he design logos and advertisements? “What do you…” “It’s odd,” he interrupted. “Some people might be shocked by it. And it’s something that I wouldn’t want to do if someone was uncomfortable with it. Comfort is a big part of it. You see, I’m make clothes, outfits. Diapers, disposable and cloth. Training and swim. And pajamas, socks. All kinds of outfits. And I can only make them if I understand someone who wears them. If I can see the process they go through as they wear them.” “You mean you’re making…pajamas for adults?” “No, no. I mean, well…” he hesitated. “You make other…kinds of clothing for adults?” she asked. She wasn’t sure what he’d say, but had her suspicions. “Well…yes and no. Every product that I personally design I first make in adult sizes. It’s the only way to have someone intelligent and articulate model it and tell me what they think when they wear it. And, yes, that means diapers. They’re in my family history; they’re my source of income, my art. They’re very serious to me. That means they’ve got to be worn before I send them out to the factories to be made. And not just worn…lived in. Slept in. Used. Changed. I have to know what I’m creating. That’s why I make the best damn diapers in the whole world. I can talk to my models, my muses. I can understand what they’re thinking. I can understand…” he looked her straight in the eyes when he said this – “I can understand what you’re thinking.” Andrea felt like she was a contestant on the world’s strangest game show. On the one hand, so many of her problems could be solved right here and right now, it seemed. She’d get out of this dead-end town and the lousy job with the asshole boss. But on the other hand, this seemed like the set-up to some story written by perverts on the internet. “Can I…can I think about this for a moment?” “Of course.” Over several minutes of quiet, she looked out her apartment’s only window. She looked at the trees, trees that a few months earlier were full of green leaves, now filled with bright colors – orange, yellow, red. “Change,” she thought. Sometimes you just need a change. The apartment around her was cluttered, messy. The coffee was cheap drip coffee that she didn’t even like. She was expected back at The Grey Fox in a few hours. Change. After a few minutes she asked her own question. “Is this, like…a sexual thing?” Renard Wellfit’s fingers gripped his coffee cup – “I’m not sure how to answer that. I don’t have sex with my assistants if that’s what you’re asking. That would be unprofessional.” She closed her eyes. She remembered the conversation they’d had the day before, where she talked about how she’d probably worn more Pampers than any other brand of clothing. “Is this so weird?” she thought. “I mean – you’ve done it before. For years. Maybe just do this for a few years, get yourself on your feet. Shit, it’s better than waiting tables.” She thought about her youth – years spent when she could’ve been out having fun with friends, but instead spent at home, babysitting, helping her siblings with their homework, potty training the youngest. In those days, at 16, ignoring texts and calls from her friends begging her to come out, she never thought she’d wind up here. Maybe that was a good thing? Maybe she needed to do something totally crazy, totally unexpected. Maybe that was what her life needed – a change from the mundane, from the boredom. She needed change in her life. And maybe that’s all this was, an opportunity for the greatest change of her life. “Mr. Wellfit—” she began. “Renard.” “Renard…I think you have yourself an assistant.”

Michelle sat at the kitchen table eating her cereal. Her mother Jan was sitting with her. She had just woken up, even though it was almost 9am. "Have you got all your things packed?" Her mother asked. "Noooooo...and I'm not sure why I have to go. Why can't I just say home?" Michelle said, for the 100th time in the last week. Jan shook her head. "Honey, we have been over this. Your father and I are going to be gone most of the summer. I don't think you are ready to be left alone for that long." Michelle looked up from her cereal bowl. "You know I'm going off to college next year right?" She shifted her bum on the pillow she was sitting on. The same pillow she has been sitting on for a few years now. Sure, it was much better then the stupid plastic booster seat she used, even after starting high school, but still, she hated that she was made to sit on it. "Yes honey I know. But that doesn't mean you are ready to be here all by yourself for almost two months." Michelle knew deep down she was not going to win this argument, but she had to try, one last time. Her flight was leaving in less then 24 hours. Michelle moved around again just as she brought up her spoon. Milk came off the spoon and straight down on her top. She looked down and brought her other hand up to wipe it away. Stupid pillow. Why did she have to be so small. They kept saying, 'Don't worry you will get taller.' but that never happened. She has not grown an inch since grade seven. Going off to college and being under five foot tall, it was hard enough going to high school and being the size of a grade schooler. What would it be like in college? Jan noticed the milk spill off her daughters spoon and down onto her pyjama top. The cute pink top she had got last Christmas from Jan's sister. She remembers Ashley calling her before Christmas wanting to know what size Michelle was wearing at the time. When Jan said 6-7 Ashley had said "oh she must have grown a lot." Jan had to snicker a little and correct herself, "no I mean size 6x-7." Jan didn't say anything about the milk. She didn't need Michelle to be any more upset then she was. Her and her husband had discussed at length letting Michelle stay home by herself but with all the issues Michelle had there was just no way she would feel comfortable leaving her alone. When her sister said she would love to have her stay the summer it was a relief. "Honey, I'm sure you're going to have a wonderful time at your Aunts. I know Tracy is excited that you are coming to stay." Michelle didn't even want to think about spending the whole summer with her Aunt Ashely and cousin Tracy. Tracy was four years younger and the last time she had seen her, she was a couple inches taller. Tracy was the biggest brat she had ever met. Michelle had given her a hard time the whole two weeks. The brat just wouldn't leave her alone. Even when Michelle said some pretty mean things to her, she just wanted to play dolls or some other dumb game. Jan waited for Michelle to finish her cereal. "Why don't we go up and get your things packed and then we can have a lazy day. Maybe watch a couple movies." Jan said, hoping to make Michelle's last day at home a good one. Jan and Michelle started to get things together for Michelle to take. As Jan was going through Michelle's closest she noticed the pack of 4t-5t training pants in the corner. She picked it up and noticed that there were only a few left. She thinks back, remembering placing them in there. It was almost full when she had taken them out of Michelle's dresser and placed them in the closest, months ago. She turned back and looked at Michelle folding a shirt. 'Had Michelle been wetting the bed again and was hiding it?' Jan didn't want to ask. If she was mistaken, it would not go well. But if she was regressing back to wetting the bed, how was she going to deal with it at Ashley's. She decided to play it cool, that it wasn't going to be worth starting that conversation. She would just call Ashely later and give her a heads up. Jan set the package back in the corner. She stood up and asked, "How are you making out honey?" Michelle looked up at her mother. "Fine, I guess." "We're almost done. Why don't you jump in the bathtub and then we can watch a movie. I will finish up here." Michelle placed another sweater in her suitcase. Having a bath sounded better then packing, that's for sure. She grabbed her iPod and headed into the bathroom. A nice warm bath always relaxes her. She could be in the tub for hours. Jan placed a few more things in Michelle's suitcase and headed downstairs to call her sister once she heard the water running in the tub. Jan grabbed her cellphone from her purse. "Hello sis. How are you?" Ashely answered, seeing her sisters name pop up on her iPhone. "I'm good Ash. How about you?" "Good. Tracy and I are just out shopping. Picking up a few things for when Michelle arrives." "Have you got a couple minutes to talk?" Jan asked, feeling and sounding a little nervous. "Sure. What's up?" "Well.....There might be a little situation with Michelle." "Oh no what happened? Is she okay? Is she still coming?" "No.No. She's fine. It's just.....Well... uhmmm...I think she might be having some issues again at night." "Oh...What kind of issue?" Ashely asked, not really sure were this was going. Tracy was walking beside her mom and listening. "Well...Uhm.. I'm not 100% sure but I think she maybe wetting the bed again. I hope not but I just wanted to give you a heads up, just in case." Ashely looked over at her daughter Tracy. "Well I know she had that problem a while ago, but I didn't think it would still be happening at her age. Actually, I was surprised it was happening before." "I know. I know. Like I said, It's not for sure, but I had an pack of training pants that she was wearing at night and I'm sure when I placed them in her closest a few months back It only had a few out of it. I found it today and there were only 3 left." "So you think she is still wetting the bed and then hiding the training pants?" That sound funny to say, knowing the girl was suppose to start college in the fall. "Yes, I think so." Ashley paused for a few moments not really knowing how to respond. "Well, it's not the end of the world. I can handle it. It's really no big deal. It's not happening during the day again is it?" Ashely asked, knowing Michelle had that problem also. "No i don't think so. Like I said, I'm not really sure it's happening at night." "But your not sure?" Ashely asked, as Jan was sounding very unsure. "Well.... Now that I think about it, she did have a little accident at the mall a while ago. I don't think it's been happening all the time though." Ashley was a little taken back with that answer. Michelle wet her pants a little while ago? Her sister was saying it like Michelle was still four years old and it was nothing. My god, she just finished high school. "Okay, well like I said. No big deal." What else could she say? 'Tell the little girl to grow up.' No, she could say that. "Thanks Ash. I should let you get back to shopping. Michelle might be getting out of the tub soon anyway and I don't what her to know I mentioned this too you." Jan paused. 'Was her sister still bathing Michelle?' That seems odd. Well,no odder then thinking it was no big deal that her teenaged girl was still having accidents. "Okay. Well Tracy and I are looking forward to Michelle coming. Uhmmmm..... Just one more thing Jan, just in case what size training pants would fit Michelle? You know, just in case. I really don't won't my mattress ruined." Tracy looked confused. 'Why was her mother asking Aunt Jan want size of training pants and saying she didn't want her mattress ruined'. It was hard trying to figure out what was going on, only listening to one side of the conversation. "Well, the ones she had been wearing were the 4t-5t training pants. They seemed to work better then anything else we tried." 4t-5t? She knows Michelle is small because she remembers the size of clothes she had purchased for her at Christmas, but that didn't make sense. "AHHHH.....Okay. We'll talk soon. Bye." "Bye Ash. And thanks again for letting her stay with you." "No problem. Talk soon." Ashely hit the end button on her iPhone and then shook her head trying to make sense of what her sister had just told her. "Mom. What was that all about?" Tracy asked, very interested in trying to figure out what that was all about. Ashley wasn't sure where to start or even what to say. Here was her own daughter four years younger then her cousin and apparently way more mature. 'Bedwetting and even wetting during the day at her age. Was her sister still bathing her?' It was hard for Ashley to pull it all together. Tracy had grown up a lot in the past couple years. She had taken on many babysitting jobs. Was always top of her class. Never got into any trouble. Ashely really didn't have any reason not to let Tracy in on what problems poor Michelle was having. So she just blurted it out. "Tracy honey, I think you deserve to know what that was all about." Tracy stood still, waiting to hear what her mother had to say. "What do you mean? Is something wrong?" "Well.....Your Aunt Jan just told me that Michelle maybe still wetting her bed!" "What do you mean, still?" "I never told you, but Michelle has been wetting her bed on and off since, well for ever." Tracy starred at her mother. 'Michelle? Older, mean cousin Michelle? The bully that tormented her 2 years ago Michelle? The one that was way to old to be playing with dolls so she told her over and over again. Is wetting her bed like a toddler? She couldn't be hearing this right.' She wanted to burst out laughing but she didn't. She held it all in. Michelle was going to be spending the whole summer with them and Tracy was really not looking forward to it. She would never say that to her mom, but she wasn't. This would change the whole dynamic. There would be no way Michelle could even think about bullying her if she was still wetting her bed like some two year old. If she had only know this two years ago, that two weeks would have been very different, very different indeed. "Oh that's too bad. I feel sorry for her. It must me hard for her. Isn't she starting college this year?" Tracy said, putting up the best acting she could muster. Ashely smiled, thinking Tracy was being very grown up about it. "She is. I'm sure this is very embarrassing for her. Now, I don't want you teasing her about it. Okay?" Tracy kept a straight face. "I won't. I promise." "Okay, thank you. Now....I guess we should go see if we can find the stuff she needs." Ashely said, looking around the Walmart superstore. Ashely started walking, pushing the shopping cart down the aisle. Tracy followed in behind, thinking about how to use all this information to her benefit. Tracy smiled wide when her mom turned down the diaper aisle.'No way. Is her mom really going to buy diapers for her cousin?' Rows and rows of diapers, pull-ups and baby wipes. She watched as her mom scanned the aisle, then stopped suddenly, reaching out and picking up a package of 4t-5t girls training pants. Tracy had to play this cool. She couldn't seem to excited. "Are they the ones she wears?" she asked. Ashely looked at Tracy. "This is what your Aunt said. I'm surprised these would fit her. These only go up to 50lbs." "I'm not sure mom, but I know the one little girl I babysit wears pull-ups and I was surprised how much they stretch. They might just fit her." Ashely looked at the package again, then placed them in the cart. "I'm not sure honey. I guess we can always come back if we need too. Let's just hope Jan was wrong and we don't need to worry about any of this." Tracy didn't want that. She wanted her mother to worry about it. She could only hope Michelle was peeing in her bed. How much fun would that be? Her older cousin having to wear training pants all summer. She needed to convince her mother to buy more. Some how, some way, she had too figure out how to get her mother to get more stuff. "Mom, if she wetting the bed, I would think she would need wipes for sure. Maybe even powder. We don't want her getting a rash." Ashely looked around the shelf. Reaching out and picking up a package of baby wipes and then a big bottle of baby powder. "That's true. I just wished your Aunt had given me a little more warning then the day before that we might have to deal with this." Tracy looked up ahead and saw the diapers. Was there a way she could get her mother to buy some. She thought for a second. "Mom, I'm no expert. I know I've only been babysitting for a little while, but most of the mothers that have kids wetting the bed always say that the pull-ups just don't work the greatest. They say they ALWAYS leak. They ALWAYS tell me to put a diaper on them for night time." Tracy said, then stood still, praying her mother would bite. Ashley wasn't sure. That did seem like a valid point. But baby diapers for a teenager. "I don't know honey. Michelle is much older then the kids you babysit. Much older." She almost had her. "I know. But really Mom, is there a big difference between these." Tracy said, pointing to the pull-ups in the cart, then walked a few steps and picked up a package of Pampers size 7. "And these. They really are the same thing, just different on how they go on. If she will fit in those training pants, then I know these will fit and work a whole lot better." Tracy was right. Really, whats the difference. There all diapers, no matter how you look at it. She for sure didn't need to be worrying about washing sheets every morning. If Michelle was going to be leaking through the pull-ups then once the point. Might as well get something that will keep her sheets dry. Tracy took a chance and placed the super sized package of pampers in the cart. Hoping her mother would just move on. Ashley didn't even flinch when Tracy place the diapers in the cart. Her mind was made up. "Can you think of anything else my little expert?" Ashely said, then chuckled. Tracy laughed. How far could so go with this? "I'm don't know mom. I could likely borrow a change pad from Mrs. Conklin. I know she has one and doesn't need it anymore." She pictured her mother holding onto to Michelle's ankles, sliding a diaper under her bum. Ohhh, that would be so fun to watch. "No reason too borrow one. Michelle is going to be here for the summer. We might as well get one. Lead the way." Tracy turned quickly. She walked fast, not wanting to let her mother change her mind. This day was turning out better by the second. As she walked towards the baby section she started looking at all the cute baby clothes. 'How would little Michelle look in some of these' she thought. Tracy found what she was looking for. She scanned everything knowing her mother was still a little behind her because she had walk pretty fast. 'Prefect'. She grabbed a package that had 3 bibs and a change pad all decorated with little teddy bears. She heard her mother coming up behind her. Tracy turned. "I think this one will work and it's on sale." she said, knowing her mother likes anything on sale. She placed in the cart, making sure it was face down so her mother would not see that it wasn't just a changing pad. Ashley didn't even look at it once it was in the cart. "Think of anything else?" Tracy could think of a whole bunch of things but she didn't want to seem to eager. "It's not that far for us to come back if we think we need anything more." "Yes that's true. Well I guess we should get back home. All set then?" Tracy let her mother turn the cart around and followed her. Walking back through the baby clothes she really, really wanted to get some. 'Wait, she doesn't need any off these. Her mother never throws anything away. Most of her clothes were still hanging in the spare bedroom closet. The one Michelle is going to be sleeping in. There would definitely be lots and lots of clothes that would fit Michelle.' With that thought, she couldn't wait to get home and for her cousin to arrive.

Has this ever happened to you? I just put on a fresh diaper, with plans to wear it to bed tonight. Not even 10 minutes, after putting this diaper on, I felt like I needed to pass some gas, well, it's not gas. It's a lot more than gas, and the pressure is building. I had no intention of pooping in my diaper tonight, I haven't even we it yet, and I feel a big, squishy load about ready to come out.

I would love to hear from others that had to wear diapers late into childhood similar to me. I was potty trained relatively late because my mom felt that keeping me in diapers fulltime was easier than cleaning accidents that I had during the few times she attempted to potty train me. Anyway, I remember having to stay in diapers well beyond the normal age of my peers and feeling very embarrassed about having to stay in diapers. I remember many instances where I was either in public in diapers or in my home with visitors that drew attention to the fact that I was still wearing diapers as an older child and this just added to the humiliation. I wore diapers day and night until I was 6 years old and at night until the age of 9. I finally grew to like wearing diapers and missed them once out of them. I was so thrilled to find this community and rekindle my AB/DL side.

First and foremost, I'm sorry if this isn't the right place to post this but I asked in the general questions thing and was told it was fine. So, Hi. I'm new to the forum (and to rp in general) and I'm looking for a partner to role play with. I'm a dl lg looking for a mommy/daddy. I'm open to discussing the specific nature of the relationship as well. But the idea I had was perhaps that you (mommy/daddy) caught me and decided to step in to the roll. I'm open to lot of different ideas but do have some limits which we can talk about. Feel free to PM me with other ideas as well. Looking forward to having some fun

I loved all the new chapters. I know that the love I have always had for my kids from the day they were born has been something that you can’t even describe. There’s no deeper love than that. I love my parents and siblings and even my ex wife but no one comes near to the love I have for my children. I have wondered why that is and the only thing I can come up with is that the kids are a part of me and I was responsible for taking care of them and keeping them safe. The love I have for my grandkids is almost the same but the responsibility for them lies with my kids and their spouse. I know that they question my love because at times I am hard and don’t give them what they want but that’s still me loving them and doing what’s best for them.

Little guy is adjusting well, but I think he still misses his human.

Thank you all for the comments and likes! I very much appreciate your feedback! Here's the next chapter I promised you! Chapter 38: I STARED AT Amanda for a moment and was about to say yes when I shook my head… “Maybe tomorrow night?” I told her. “I started doing some research and want to wait until I’m sure… I really really really want to… and that kind of scares me?” She squeezed me in a hug and sighed, “No worries, you’re probably right… Daddy was pretty much thinking we shouldn’t either…” “Believe me I want to… I know the university will let us access medical journals and I just want to read up some more. One of the girls tonight seemed to think after just a month I would lose all control – permanently. I want to find whatever research I can first.” She nodded as she laid me down on the changing table and changed my diaper again. “At least I have your sister to help me some…” I nodded as she lifted me up and tucked me into my little bed, “Stacy please don’t think I love you any less with Bella here,” she kissed me on the forehead, “Try and get some sleep, you didn’t get much the last couple days!” I sighed and said, “Night Mommy,” and rolled over onto my side. It took me longer to get to sleep that night than I could remember since I came to the dimension. The diaper especially was a distraction for some reason that night, feeling sweaty and hot for some reason. After a while of sitting there I realized that I needed to go pee and let the padding soak it in. I had so many ideas going on in my head of what do with the nanobots that were still active in my body. I fully planned to use their programming to my advantage in every way I could. They were an incredible tool that I was surprised that every Amazon hadn’t injected themselves with yet. I figured I could go in and give myself some other attributes to make myself stronger. More importantly if I could figure out what made breast milk addictive and tear down control, combat that so that Amanda and I could let ourselves enjoy our parts there. Tomorrow was another day and I hoped I could find some time on my own to work again. Finally after at least an hour I managed to get my brain to turn off until morning. THE NEXT MORNING came early as Amanda scooped me from bed and plopped my sleepy form on the changing table. “Come on Princess, time to wake up!” she said as she undid the tabs of my diaper and wiped me with a cold wipe that did spring my eyes open. “Cold!” I whined. “Well you’re awake now at least. Did you know you wet your diaper last night?” I nodded, “Couldn’t go to sleep, ended up going in it before I did.” She sighed a bit in relief, “Glad to hear that… I was a little worried,” she admitted. I smiled weakly at her and she plopped a pacifier in my mouth. “Okay my dad said he wants you dressed like a normal little today so you can blend in and look like he’s just babysitting you for me…” I groaned. She lived down to my expectations right then by pulling out a pink romper that looked like it thought it was a dress. The top of it was smocked like a fancy dress, but it ended like a romper. I noticed it was missing snaps in the crotch and only had buttons in the back. I groaned knowing that every time I needed a diaper change I’d have to be completely pulled out of it… I was sure that if I wore it no one would believe I wasn’t a pretty baby girl - or at least a well taken care of little! “Cute isn’t it!” she told me, “I can’t get this in Bella’s size unfortunately,” she added. “Lucky her…” I said. “It should make you look like an innocent baby staying with your grandpa for the day. But, with it being a romper, you should be able to still mostly move around.” “Mostly?” “He did ask that I have you in the thickest diapers that you normally wear.” “Why?” “I don’t ask my dad those things…” she admitted. “I’m guessing if he’s training you, he’s going to worry about the real world?” I thought for a second and nodded, knowing that the princess diapers did impede my motion some. “I guess that makes sense… I sure hope none of my friends see me…” I grumbled. She laughed as she put the other side tape down on my diaper securely. “Why don’t you stand up so that we can get you into this…” “You know this is like the worst outfit to change a baby out of,” I told her as I stood up inside the leg holes and she helped me pull my arms through the sleeves before buttoning the back. “Why didn’t they at least put snaps in the crotch?” I asked. She shook her head, “I don’t actually know, you’re right. Hopefully you don’t have to poop right now…” I groaned knowing I would probably need to do so before we left. She carried me downstairs and presented me with a bowl of oatmeal and a spoon. I looked and could see Bella looked to have been fed earlier because she was snoozing in the playpen. I started to reach for the spoon but she stopped me so she could add a bib and she picked up the spoon, “Do you mind?” She asked. A part of me went, ‘I’m a big girl, I don’t need…’ The other part that had been insanely jealous of all of the attention to Bella; that part took control to nod. Amanda smiled and quickly began putting the train in my mouth over and over again until I was done with the bowl. She gave me my cup of coffee and set a bottle of juice next to it afterwards while she went about doing dishes in the sink. I focused on the coffee first and enjoyed every drop while wondering what I was in for today. All too soon I felt a rumbling in my bowels and asked, “Umm… Mommy may I use the potty?” She sighed and wiped her soapy hands off before coming to get me out of the highchair. She was about halfway through undoing the little buttons at the back of the romper when I couldn’t hold it much longer. I think it was clear from my face and she said, “Stacy just let it go, I’ll get you right out of it.” I whimpered but another cramp meant I wouldn’t make it until she was able to get me out of the romper. With no other option I pushed the mess into my diaper and Amanda wrinkled her nose as it leaked out the diaper onto the romper a little. “Eew,” I complained. She sighed but patted my back and carried me back upstairs. “I knew you weren’t a fan of the romper, but did you have to get poopy all over it?” I felt tears in my eyes, but she laughed and kissed my head, “It’s okay sweetheart, let’s get you out of that and into something else.” “Just get the poop off of me,” I whined. She finished what she had started doing with the buttons and slipped it out from underneath me before going to work on my leg with a wipe before she even opened up the diaper. Inside she found a disgusting mess and asked, “You didn’t eat anything strange yesterday, did you?” I shook my head, “I don’t think so… I guess I had some food at the party last night, but they said they made it themselves so it was safe?” “Hmm… I wonder if they have a mole or something inside their sorority. Could be a high paying job to help sell out the others... Next time you see them ask if they had any problems?” “They’ll probably just blame me,” I told her, “they were really suspicious of me since I’ve been adopted already.” Once I was rediapered she said, “Well this romper is out, but I bought a dress with the exact same design, let’s go with it!” I groaned when I saw the nearly identical top but with a skirt. She had a pair of pantaloon style panties that she pulled over the top of the diaper first and then had me sit up to put the dress over the top. It didn’t cover much past my waist, so the panties were fully exposed. A pair of frilly socks went on my feet next, but no shoes. “Shoes?” I asked her. “You wouldn’t be allowed to wear them in my dad’s studio anyway,” she said. “Right now you look like a nice innocent baby.” I sighed and nodded, “I guess…” She tickled my side for a moment before finding a pacifier to put in my mouth and carrying me downstairs. “Fred?” She called. He came from downstairs, “Yes Mandy?” “I’m taking Stacy to my dad’s now, I’ll be back in a while. I just changed and fed Bella not long ago, so she’ll probably nap until I get back.” “Okay, see you both later,” He told us with a smile. Amanda grabbed one of two pink diaper bags that were sitting side by side that had my name on it now. “When did we get new diaper bags?” I asked after pulling my pacifier out. “My mom bought them for us yesterday. Seemed to think it would be a bit easier to keep track of if we needed to take you to different places since you definitely wear different sized diapers!” She pushed the pacifier back in my mouth, “Now hush and be a good baby.” I sighed and wondered about the weird back and forth my poor brain had to go through sometimes! It didn’t take long before we reached a part of town with a number of strip malls and restaurants. I couldn’t see much out of my seat, but she soon pulled over into a parking lot, gathered my diaper bag and me, pulled my pacifier out to put it away, and walked towards a glass door that she knocked on. I just managed to see a sign that said, ‘Colonel Joe’s Self-Defense Training Studio’ before it opened. Grandpa had let her into the large studio that looked nicer than anything I’d seen back home. Practice dummies, punching bags, different weapons, mats, and everything someone might need for practicing martial arts seemed to be there. It looked there might have even been a robotic opponent sitting silently asleep in a corner… A sign above the entrance listed a surprising number of styles that were taught in the studio. “Hi Mandy,” he said as he hugged her after relocking the door. “Hi Daddy,” she said. “Hi Grandpa,” I said to him too. “Well, we have a few hours before I have a class coming in. Mandy I’ll take Stacy to our house for lunch, is there anything I should know about?” “Her diapers are in her bag. I just changed her into one of her thick princess diapers earlier. When they get wet they’re supposed to keep her from walking, but she’s learned to adjust pretty well and generally still is able to toddle around. She usually stays in her regular Pampers though, so there’s some of those in there too if you want her to wear something thinner.” “Any bottles?” “There’s a couple bottles of juice in there if she gets thirsty,” she told him. “What time should I pick her up?” “We start our elementary class at 4pm, why don’t you come get her at 5pm?” “Sure she’ll be okay in there?” she asked worriedly. “Worst case scenario I put a blanket on the floor and tell her to pretend to be a baby. Somehow I don’t think that’ll be necessary. Just be warned she’s probably going to be pretty sore tomorrow!” he told her and me with a smile. She looked down worriedly at me but hugged me, kissed me on the forehead, and said, “I’ll see you later Princess.” “Bye Mommy,” I told her as she sat me down and went back out the door leaving me with the giant Amazon man who I had no doubt was incredibly skilled and dangerous. “Okay, first things first… How long has it been since you were in your last classes?” I thought for a moment, “About five years?” “Do you remember the last Kata you learned?” I nodded, “I think so.” “Demonstrate,” he said while motioning me to the center of the floor. I respectfully bowed to him and then began running through what I remembered. The diaper I was wearing was still dry, but it definitely changed my sense of balance. Luckily after wearing them for a few weeks it was something I really had mostly adjusted for. I honestly expected more loss of motion than I’d had after five years of not practicing, but I guessed the nanites doing their thing helped out. He ran me through a few more exercises to see how powerful I could punch and kick. A punching bag and even some boards were used once he felt like he could trust my control. “Okay, Stacy really you’re in much better shape than I would have hoped for…” he told me while I stood respectfully looking up at him. “Thank you Sensei,” I told him with a bow, “I’m a bit surprised myself, it’s been a long time.” “That’s not to say there’s not a lot for you to learn!” I nodded, “Especially given how big Amazons are… I don’t stand a chance if I make a mistake,” I said honestly. “No you don’t,” he said. Just then I noticed that the diaper I was wearing was sagging a bit and wondered how long we’d been practicing. A look up at the clock surprised me that it said it was nearly noon. “We’ve been going that long?” I said motioning to the clock. He looked up and smiled, “When I have a willing pupil I don’t notice time pass either. Why don’t we change that wet diaper and we’ll go to my house so your Granny can feed you a good lunch. We’ll come back here and I’ll work with you a bit on some new forms before the class arrives?” “Sounds good, thank you Sensei Grandpa,” I told him with a bow and then accepted his hug. “You are definitely in the running to be my favorite granddaughter!” he said with a smile. He carried diaper bag and me back to a locker room, where he quickly changed my diaper, before changing himself. I squirmed a bit as he pulled the Gi he had been wearing off and switched to a set of warm-up pants and a shirt. He then quickly took me to his car. A pink toddler car seat sat waiting for me – I couldn’t help but notice it was probably too big - and front facing, but I didn’t say anything as he tightened the harness down as small as it would go and buckled me in. We drove the short distance to their house and I was carried inside where Grandma was eagerly waiting. “There she is!” She cooed. “Hi Granny,” I told her as she kissed me and hugged me. “Did you remember to change her?” She asked her husband a little accusingly. “Of course, I may not understand you women folks fascination of babies, but I can change a diaper…” he grumbled. “He did good Granny!” I told her with a smile and a wink and Joe. He smirked and said, “See, she even says so!” “Well, I guess we better get lunch going here. I just made macaroni and cheese, does that work for you both?” she asked him mainly. “That’s fine honey,” he said. I was sat in a highchair and couldn’t help but notice that it seemed newer than a couple others that were around. This one was also a normal baby highchair without the straps for littles and I was happy for that. There were several of the other type lined up against a wall for when the grandkids came to visit... Granny grabbed bib for me out of my diaper bag, filled a bottle, and then gave me a small bowl of what looked like homemade macaroni and cheese. She looked apologetic, “I don’t have any small forks…” as she had a large one that could have been a serving fork back home in her hands. “Did Mommy leave one in my diaper bag?” “I didn’t think to look, let me check!” I watched her check a few compartments before standing up and saying, “Yes she did, my daughter is a very good mommy it turns out!” I smiled at her, “Of course she is – she has a good one too!” I was able to eat the lunch on my own and had some small conversations with both of them as lunch progressed. Just as I was finishing lunch their home phone rang, “Mandy? Are you okay?” I heard, and then heard her say, “Of course…” she held her hand over the phone, “Joe LPS apparently is at their house, they need us to bring Stacy back for a wellbeing check?” “That was sooner than I expected,” he said with a sigh. “Tell her to tell them we’ll be there in about a half-hour.” “Mandy, your dad says we’ll be there in about a half-hour. The cavalry is coming,” she told her and hung up. “What’s going on?” I asked scared. “Sounds like someone decided to play a card to see if they could get you two away through a complaint to Little Protective Services,” Joe said. “I’ll have a friend of mine meet us there. Whatever you do when you get there be cute and compliant with whatever the investigator asks…” “Can you change me again first?” I asked having just felt an overwhelming need to urinate. “Granny will take care of that,” she told me coming over, “Joe, make your call!” Granny came over and unbuckled me from the highchair before taking me upstairs to a nursery I’d only heard about. Definitely designed with littles in mind, the crib, changing table, and other items all had extra straps to hold a ‘naughty’ little. I shuddered more than a little but was glad that Granny didn’t even use a strap on me as she laid me down on the changing table to change my damp diaper. “You want a regular pamper or one of those thicker ones?” she asked me. “Which do you think LPS is less likely to thing is neglectful?” “Probably the thicker one,” she said. “That one then…” “At least my daughter dressed you about as babyishly as she could today…” “Yeah… but I don’t have my student ID with me…?” I said nervously. “Yes you do, it’s in your diaper bag…” she said digging around for a second and handed me the lanyard with it on. “Why don’t you try and put it underneath your dress though so it’s not too obvious?” “I really need to get one of those bracelets they talked about yesterday…” She hugged me, “You’ll be fine,” before she carried me downstairs, “Joe are you ready?” “Yes, let’s get her buckled in and go to her house. Larry said he’s going to meet us there.” “Good,” she said and followed him with me and my diaper bag out to her car that had a smaller rear-facing car seat in it, “Don’t you need to get back to the studio?” “Hopefully this won’t take that long, but if it does I’ll have Amy take care of running classes.” With that I was set down in the seat and buckled in. A pacifier was handed to me with the advice, “Probably best to play baby girl for the next few hours…?” She paused, “At least I think…” I nodded at her confusion and hoped everything would be okay. ‘The last thing I need is to be removed from Fred and Amanda by LPS…’ I thought to myself. The trip home was both too long and too short at the same time. As Granny undid my harness I saw a van that we had parked behind with ‘Little Protective Services’ on the side. I felt my hair stand on end with that logo for some reason and knew we had to be very careful how we handled the next little while. Granny went to the front door and was followed closely by Joe who was carrying my diaper bag. Just before they were going to open the door Amanda opened it and I looked at how nervous her eyes were. She had a good poker face except for them. Knowing just how vital this afternoon was I said, “Mommy!” and held my arms out to her. She took me and hugged me, kissed me, and said, “I love you,” as we walked in. I saw a lady and a gentleman sitting on the couch, Fred in a chair next to them, and Bella in the new playpen they had picked up for home. “This is your other daughter?” The lady asked, “I thought she’s going to college?” “No classes today, so she was spending the day with us,” Granny told her. The lady looked me up and down and said, “I’ll need to examine her like I did your other daughter…” I shuddered as I noticed Bella sob a bit and wondered just what this woman was going to be doing to me. Just as she began moving towards me though the doorbell rang. Grandpa Joe didn’t ask for permission and opened it to let in a well-dressed man in a suit. “Thanks for coming Larry,” he said. “Anytime Joe,” He said. He turned to Amanda and said, “Nice to see you Amanda,” he held his arms out and hugged her gingerly with me in her arms, then held his hand out to Fred, “Fred,” he said. “Thanks for coming,” Amanda told him. “So what’s the problem?” he looked towards the two LPS officers, “I’m Larry Worthington, the family attorney.” “I’m Diana Ellis and this is Bob Drindel. We’re here because there’s been a complaint against the Westerfields that they are abusing and neglecting their two littles.” “From who?” Larry asked. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting a response, but I was glad he asked anyway. “It was anonymous. They simply stated that the girls were malnourished, being allowed to roam freely with no bounds, and that the smallest was let run around with no supervision around the university.” “Well, those are serious charges, have you seen anything to back them up?” “We need to examine Stacy there to see if there’s any sign of abuse there…” “By all means, but I and her mother will be present,” he told her. She shook her head, “Because she’s been accused of abuse we can’t have her present. If they wish you to be as a third party observer on behalf of the family you may.” I looked at this complete stranger in fear, and the one too, and just hoped I wouldn’t be abused in the process here. Larry held his hands out and said, “It’ll be okay Amanda,” and handed me over to this unknown stranger who she seemed to trust. “Stacy I know you don’t know me, but I’ll be right there,” under his breath. “Where do you want to examine her?” “Her nursery will work fine,” she said. I sighed and hoped this unknown stranger could help keep something more serious from happening to me like seemed to have to Bella. The lady led us upstairs to the nursery and said, “Please set her down on the changing table there,” and she began moving towards me. She examined my hands and arms first, neck, face, legs, and then moved my dress up so she could see my back and chest. “You are a tiny thing aren’t you?” she cooed. I shrugged and she pushed me back onto my back and pulled the panties down, followed by my diaper. Larry stood by closely, “Is there any reason for this?” “Her diaper’s wet, I’m just changing her before we start chatting. I don’t want her to be any more uncomfortable?” She suggested. “I’ll take care of it actually if you don’t mind…” he said. “I’m a woman and a mother, I have this quite in hand,” she said. “Yes, but I’m her lawyer and her parents have not given you permission to do so. Let me change her really quick myself. You can keep looking for non-existent bruising just as easily from the side.” He kind of gently pushed his way in and then quickly undid the diaper I had on and changed it. I squirmed a bit with this unknown man doing it… ‘I trust girls more I think…’ but he was quick and thorough. “I have three daughters at home, the youngest is two, so I’ve had a lot of practice,” he said with a smile as he pulled my dress back down and held me possessively. “Shall we continue the conversation you want ma’am?” “Where?” “The floor?” he suggested, “Littles are always more comfortable on their level, right?” She looked at him suspiciously but nodded, “Alright,” and he sat me down beside him, opposite of her, to where if we’d had a table between us we could have been in a legal conference room. “Your name is?” She asked. “Stacy Westerfield,” I told her. “What was it before you were adopted?” “Stacy Slane,” I told her. “And you willingly went into the adoption agreement?” I nodded, “I wished to come study in this dimension and reached an agreement with Mommy and Daddy to adopt me and let me go to school.” “Why bother?” she asked narrowing her eyes. “This dimension has cooler toys,” I told her. She laughed, “Of course it’s about the toys. I guess wood blocks back home aren’t interesting enough?” “Something like that,” I told her. “Has your Mommy or Daddy ever hit you?” she paused, “Even a spanking?” I shook my head, “Mommy and Daddy probably would if I was bad, but I’m a good girl and they’ve never had a reason to spank me.” “Never?” “Never,” I told her. “The only time I’ve had a spanking was when this evil machine did it to me at the store…” “I read about that incident…” she paused, “they’ve really never spanked you?” “Really,” I said. “Sounds like they need to consider more discipline…” “Can we continue the questioning please?” Larry asked. “Of course,” she said. “We were given reports that you were wandering around on your own on the university campus the past couple of days.” “I was never alone ma’am. I had a babysitter at all times,” I told her. “Really?” “An unadopted little can babysit me, correct?” “Well…” she stammered. “Yes they can,” Larry reminded her. “All of her college friends are unadopted and can watch her without any problem.” “Yes, you are correct… but who would leave such a tiny little thing with an irre…” “Next line of questioning,” Larry told her. “You agree it’s legal, let’s move on…” Her nose flared in irritation, but she continued, “You are aware it’s highly unusual for a little to be in university classes other than a daycare, correct?” “So?” I responded, “I can do the work.” “What’s the point though, you can’t do work when you finish?” “Not your realm of responsibility,” Larry shut her down. “Do you really believe that she’s being neglected?” He waved around, “the girls have a beautiful nursery with gates that lock them inside. You can see she’s well dressed, diapered, and well nourished. What are your legitimate legal concerns at this time?” She glared at him, “As you said, she and her sister seem to be well taken care of. I guess I don’t really have any other than I don’t believe she should be going to the university...” “Completely legal though, correct?” “So long as she is supervised in some way at all times… yes it is.” “Then lets head downstairs and get you and your partner on your way to someone who actually needs you perhaps?” I was glad that he was there carrying me, and protecting me, because I was honestly quite certain she was more than willing to spank me herself just because… She followed his request though and followed us downstairs. Larry handed me back over to Amanda who was nervously waiting. She hugged me tightly, obviously scared of losing us. “So, you’ve observed my clients take great care of their littles. Nothing to concern yourselves, correct?” He asked them. The lady said, “we reserve the right to do another unannounced inspection…” “During which time I will be called to observe and make sure my clients rights are not violated, correct?” he said. “Of course sir…” the gentleman said, “I don’t really see a need to come back though. If half of our littles were pampered like these two princesses there would be no need for our agency. Come on Diana, this strikes me as one of our jealous calls. It’s probably someone hoping to take these two cuties for themselves. Thank you for your time,” he said and walked out with the lady and Larry following them out. When they were gone Larry came back inside, “So who did you all piss off so badly?” “I think there’s a list now?” I looked up at Amanda who didn’t smile. “Yeah… there does seem to be…” Amanda said. THE NEXT HOUR was filled with a long conversation with Larry, we filled him in on what had happened since I had arrived. I had been moved to Fred’s arms, and Bella was in Amanda’s shaking very nervously. I noticed that she wasn’t really saying much about what happened. I learned that in the time before we arrived the lady had done a similar ‘inspection’ on Bella without the help of Larry, and since she’d been all alone with her I couldn’t imagine her being kind. She had been stripped and the lady examined every inch of her, including a very invasive diaper change that Bella whimpered about, but refused to go into detail about. Fred had to keep Amanda from going and finding the woman to kill her then. It turns out Larry was the lawyer who had looked over our contract and he told us, “Look we knew that someone would probably make a complaint at some point, but like I said there was no grounds to even really do more than visit once. If they come back let me know and we’ll put an injunction together to block them from coming.” “Is there any way to find out who put in the ‘tip’?” Fred asked. He shook his head, “they make things anonymous for a reason. When a little really is being abused that would be an asset. Is there anything else going on that I should know about?” Amanda looked at Fred and when he nodded she said, “Bella here seems to be getting us some attention since another group was after her. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the reason for the tip?” “Why are they after her?” “Information she may have?” Fred replied. “We’re not entirely sure. We adopted her on a flight to Selegnasol to protect her from a stewardess that seemed a little sketchy. Since we adopted her there have been a few attempts to kidnap or attack us. The Trelini crew maybe involved in it, as well as a group called Venture B & E.” “Both are trouble…” he said thoughtfully, “I’ve had a couple clients with problems with both. I’ll put a private investigator on it – maybe they can help us figure out who’s after her…” he looked at me, “For now make sure that you stay good and out of trouble at the university. If you got in trouble for something they might be able to come back and make a stronger LPS case.” I nervously nodded, “Yes sir,” I told him. “Well, if there’s anything else you need let me know, I’m going to go ahead and head back to my office. If they come back call me immediately.” “Will do Larry,” Fred responded and walked him out the door with me still in his arms. Grandpa Joe stood up then, “I need to get back to the studio. For today let’s call our morning session enough Stacy, next week we’ll start back up as planned.” I squirmed so Fred would let me down and went over to hug him. He picked me up and gave me a big squeeze, “You really are adorable, stay out of trouble!” He gave me a kiss on my forehead and transferred me to Granny who had already hugged and kissed Bella goodbye. “Be a good girl,” she told me and gave me the same squeeze and kiss routine. She sat me down on the ground and I watched them leave. “Well… so what’s for dinner?” Fred asked. Amanda smacked him on the arm. “Ow…” AMANDA AND FRED talked with us downstairs for a while before letting me go upstairs and get on my computer in our room. I was sitting on the bed as Bella looked forlornly around at the toys. “Play with me?” She asked sadly. I sighed, just managing to find the electronic journals available through the university library, but closed my computer and moved to the floor. “What are we playing?” I asked her. “Dolls?” I sighed, “You’re going to have to keep teaching me what I’m doing here…” I told her. She smiled a bit at that, “Okay,” she said and began teaching me how to play ‘nursery’ she decided. We were taking care of the baby dolls and changing their diapers, pretending to feed them bottles, baby food, and rocking them to sleep. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been playing when I watched her sit up a bit and smelled something. Her diaper sagged under her dress then too. “Did you just go poop?” I asked her. She looked around a little bit confused before saying, “I didn’t even realize…” and then began sobbing and wailing. I hugged her larger body for a few minutes unsure of what to do before Amanda came in. “What’s wrong Bella?” she cooed. She just sobbed and wailed so she did the Mommy thing and sniffed, “Do you need a diapee change?” she said, “That’s no big deal, let go of Stacy and we’ll get you all clean,” she told her. Bella didn’t initially want to let go of me for some reason but was soon transferred onto holding Amanda’s neck. I watched Amanda hug her, kiss her, and bounce for a moment to try and get her calmed. Bella was playing down to the roll of sobbing baby quite well as Amanda laid her down on the changing table and put a pacifier in her mouth. Her sobs quieted a little as she sucked on the pacifier, but you could tell it wasn’t going to calm her completely. Amanda pulled the skirt of her dress up out of the way and began to work on her diaper. I could just hear the rip of the tapes as she began wiping her. At that point I could feel myself need to go a bit so I let some urine into the padding of my thick diaper, but knew there was no reason to change it for hours yet. “You poor thing,” Amanda continued to coo, “you’ve had an awful week, I don’t blame you for crying one bit.” As soon as she had her redressed Amanda carried her over to the rocking chair and settled down with her while wrapping her protectively in a blanket. “Shhh…” she said for several minutes before I watched her sigh, open her blouse, and traded the pacifier in Bella’s mouth for her breast. She continued patting her on the back and rocking while I sat there awkwardly. Figuring that Bella probably would be taking a nap next I started picking up our dolls and accessories to put them away in the toy bin. “Leave them out,” Amanda said quietly. “Why?” I asked, “What if you step on them?” She gave a pained look, “It just shows that you two are well taken care of and playing. The neatness of the nursery was almost a red flag to the LPS lady earlier…” I nodded, “Okay then…” and just kind of put the dolls at least to sleep next to the crib. I climbed back onto my bed and opened my computer back up as she moved Bella to her other breast. I began looking through some things online until she finished nursing, burped Bella, then laid her down in her crib. Without warning she came over to me and put her hand on my diaper. “That’ll take a lot more, huh?” She asked. I nodded, “Yeah it will…” “You want to come downstairs while your sister naps?” She asked me quietly. “Can I just stay here in case Bella wakes up crying?” I asked her. She smiled, “Sure… want a bottle at least to drink?” I nodded, “Please,” while thinking what I really wanted was what Bella had just had. She hugged me and said, “Okay, be right back.” I did a few mundane things on my computer while I waited for her. She reappeared with a juice bottle pretty quickly and handed it to me, “Thanks Mommy,” I told her. “Be good,” she told me as she left again. I quickly nursed about half of the bottle down and then got to work on my project. I was glad that part of the university privileges for students included access to electronic medical journals and began searching for what I was looking for – studies on Amazon breast milk. Most of them were innocuous enough studies on normal Amazonian babies and their growth and brain development. I read a couple of the abstracts on those and saw that just like in my world, they really did push breastfeeding over formula. Unlike back home though formula seemed less driven by mothers who were unable to lactate enough. What few studies I glanced through seemed to indicate that was a non-existent problem in this dimension. Formula was instead driven by working mothers, or by the mothers who didn’t like to be chomped on by teeth… I managed to narrow my search to littles and found several research journals on the nutrition aspect of Amazon milk. They all indicated that an average little could be sustained solely on their mothers milk if they fed every two to three hours. Any less than that and it was likely that a little would be at least somewhat malnourished. It also indicated that by feeding a little only on breastmilk you would get the result of a plumper, healthier looking baby. Several of the articles indicated that you could get away with less nursing sessions by using vitamins, supplementing with formula or baby food. When I finally found a comparison of the components of Amazonian breast milk versus littles I was curious to note that the Amazonian milk contained a high level of calcium and proteins per part, compared to the smaller version. A few other studies showed that littles who breastfed were far more likely to be compliant and bond to their ‘mothers.’ Several psychological studies showed ‘babies’ rejecting the breast at very low rates once given at least one nursing session. I came across one study that took free littles and gave them breast milk unknowingly for a week before presenting the mother who had produced it in the same room. In all thirty cases the little instantly hugged the stranger and nursed willingly at her breast. The study noted that there might a psychosomatic trigger caused chemically in the milk. Further study was needed they suggested, as it could be a separately synthesized substance administered to parents struggling to bond with their littles. I squirmed at just how invasive and awful some of the experiments were. They were all written up in scientific language, but all I could picture were the Nazis in Germany under Josef Mengele justifying their horrific acts. I shuddered, but kept digging, just hoping I would find something more. The bottle was empty when I finally found a study linking their milk to urinary and bowel control. ‘Pathway to Control’ was the name of the study and specifically looked at the usefulness of a specific Casein Protein E3 that was present in Amazon breast milk. Wading further through the technical terminology required several dictionaries and more research, but they named a Pontine Mictruition Center that, along with the spinal cord, controlled bowels and urinary release. The flooding of the body with the amino acid that made up the E3 Protein resulted in the buildup of chains right on the receptors of those two centers. Something about the little receptors bonded very easily with the E3, and they discovered a ‘clumping’ of those chains around them. The effect seemed to be that those centers were inhibited and constantly would give signals to the bladder muscles that it was full. It would also diminish the signal to the cortex of the brain that was used to indicate the status of the bladder. A similar process towards the center that controlled the anal sphincter seemed to occur too. I read one paragraph that made me squirm, ‘Short-term studies show that the removal of the protein’s presence will let the centers recover and clear – returning full control to the little. Long-term continual exposure for at least a month seems to result in a residual structure remaining around the center. This seems to be damage that cannot be corrected and the littles rarely showed any control.’ The study believed that the protein could be isolated and marketed as a medication to help struggling littles who were fighting their diaper training. Included within the study was a diagram of the specified mechanism and I wondered if I could use it to program the nanobots to clear the chains off the centers? Or make an immune response to attack the chains? Amanda came in right then though and said, “Ready for din-din?” I shook my head and quickly closed out of what I was doing before saying, “Sure.” Bella was still fast asleep so Amanda said, “Bella baby, do you want to wake up and have dinner?” She just groaned and said, “Don’ feel good.. swweep pwease?” I watched Amanda’s face turn into a worried frown, but she said, “yes you can. If you need something call out I’ll have the monitor on downstairs.” She just mumbled and rolled over. Amanda came over to me then and stuck her hand on my diaper, “Let’s change you after dinner?” I shrugged, “I can’t really feel it in these, so that’s fine.” She hugged me and carried me downstairs to my highchair. Some pot roast was cut up along with mashed potatoes on a plate for me. “Thanks!” I told her, “This looks great Mommy!” A bottle of juice was placed on the tray too before she asked, “Okay, so what is it you’re working on…?” as she sat down. Fred looked at me curiously too, “What are you talking about?” he asked. “Our daughter here is most definitely up to something, I just haven’t figured out what it is. Seems she’s been messing around a bit with Mommy making her think she was on the web?” “I have been on the web,” I told her. “On sites that don’t exist in this dimension?” She asked with a smirk. “So it was you…” I smiled and stuck my tongue out at her, “I hoped it was…” “Apparently you really are too good at this for your own good, most people wouldn’t have found that, let alone fooled me for a couple days here.” I smiled, “I didn’t know who put it on… I’d rather have a secure system,” I told her honestly. “That’s probably really smart… now back to my question?” I debated about lying, but decided there was no reason to. “I’ve been researching the causes of why your milk would make me lose control.” Fred’s eyes went up a bit at that, “How?” “I’m a university student, I have full access to the electronic library with journals of medicine and everything else.” He nodded, “I have the same access, but haven’t really had a chance to sit down and look myself. Did you find anything?” I looked around and mouthed, “We’re secure?” to Amanda. She nodded, “I swept earlier and got rid of the four presents the LPS officers left.” I sighed and looked at Fred, “I think so. There’s a specific protein that Amazonian milk has that isn’t present in little’s milk. It’s a protein that binds up inside a little’s body on two receptors…” I gave him as technical of an understanding as I had gained about it. “Hmm… if you feed long-term though, those build up?” Amanda asked nervously. “Yes… Kind of like plaque in arteries… There must be some clearing possible though? I mean clearly some littles who get away and are able to re-potty train?” Fred looked thoughtful, “I know that probably ninety percent of them end up still wearing diapers though. Whatever control they gain back can’t be that great?” Amanda sighed, “I guess that means no more nursing for you.” “Well…” I said. “You can’t seriously be thinking of risking it?” Amanda asked. “Not without some adjustments…” “Adjustments…?” “Give me a day or two and I’ll explain. I don’t want to get my own hopes up yet?” She narrowed her eyes at me, “Nothing crazy, right?” I just made the most angelic face I could, “Mommy I’m not cwazy… It’s not wike I came to another dimension to get adopted and become a baby again?” They both laughed at that and we all finished eating. “May I go back to my room and work on my computer some more?” I asked. “Let’s see what your sister is doing first,” she said, “and change that diaper of yours too. You probably can’t even waddle in that thing at this point.” I poked at the padding through the weird panty and nodded, “Probably not…” She laughed at me quietly and carried me upstairs. Bella seemed to still be asleep so Amanda was quiet as she changed me into a regular pamper. “Let’s take you and your computer down to Mommy’s lab?” she suggested in a whisper. I shrugged but nodded and grabbed my computer and tablet from where I’d left them. When we arrived at her workroom I asked Amanda, “How bad was the LPS lady to her? I can’t believe she’s slept this much…?” Amanda looked at me thoughtfully, “I honestly don’t know why she’s crashed so hard…” I felt my gut tighten then, “Are you sure she’s okay?” I paused, “Are you sure those were really LPS agents?” The look of terror on her face made me think she hadn’t considered that. She hurried back down the hallway and cried out, “FRED!!!!!” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dun dun dun… Thanks for your comments, please continue with those and the likes as they help keep me motivated. I’m hoping to be able to get another chapter out next weekend, but it’s kind of a busy week. Seeing comments helps keep my diapered rear in gear! I am going to have a busy few weeks here with some guests coming in, so hopefully I can get this chapter up first before taking a short break. Thanks again for reading!!!

Part Two: The Kids Aren't Alright Chapter Four: Down With The Sickness "We all were lost now we are found No one can stop us or slow us down We are the named and we are known We know that we'll never walk alone" Thrice - "Image of the Invisible" Mommy and I sat in the waiting area of the Pediatrician, her reading a magazine and me watching the television attached to the wall across the room. A cartoon I wasn't familiar with was playing and I read the closed captions to try and follow the antics of the cartoon animals with very little real interest. This was a terrible way to spend a weekend, I wanted to be out playing or spending time with Mouse, but here I was in a doctors office, bored and antsy, my leg bouncing up and down rapidly as I looked around at the posters of animals with inspirational messages on them wondering if I could parlay this robbing of my Saturday enjoyment with a trip to the toy store or maybe lunch somewhere fun. The front door opened and I turned my head to see a man and woman with two little girls enter the waiting area. The girls were dressed identically, despite their size and age difference, both wore yellow shortalls with a pastel rainbow applique on the front and bright pink shirts beneath. I recognized Mouse immediately, but quickly turned my attention away from her, sure that if she knew that I knew that she was dressed just like her toddler sister she would be beyond embarrassed. Moving in a little chain, Mouse being led by the hand by her mother and Mouse leading her sister by the hand behind her, the trio moved into the waiting area while her dad checked in at the reception desk. The littler of the two girls rushed to the toys off in the corner of the waiting area with her bigger doppelganger trudging reluctantly behind her. "Hey there, you two!" Mouse's mother chirped at Mommy and I as she took a seat near us. "Celeste, come say hello to Alina and her Mommy." she called out to her daughter. If Mouse could have turned her head around faster, it might have snapped off and gone flying through the wall on the other side of the room, and if a shade of red existed that was brighter than her cheeks, I hadn't seen it up to that point. Our eyes met and then we both found something more interesting to quickly focus on, but Mouse did as she was told and got up from the floor and waddled over to us, the pacifier in her mouth frantically bobbing between her lips as she stared down at the floor. "Alina, say hello to your friend." Mommy said with a nudge on my elbow with her own. I looked up from the intensely fascinating dark spot on the carpet next to my feet, wondering if it had been food at one time or was something gross tracked in from outside as I moved my gaze up from the floor to Mouse's feet, her pink velcro shoes with the little lights in the heel giving me pause. I wanted those shoes and I didn't care who knew it. I skimmed past her bulging waist area, not knowing specifically what was beneath the yellow denim of the shortalls, but having a pretty good idea that it wasn't toys stuffed in there. I stared at the pacifier in her mouth, the little cartoon flower on the front of the shield smiled out at me while Mouse worked it feverishly in her mouth, making the happy flower dance for everyone. "Hi, Mouse." I mumbled quietly, feeling very hot and nervous all of a sudden, more for Mouse than for myself. "Hi, Awina." was her response, one barely audible garbled through the pacifier. I tried to think of something else to say to her, to make her feel more at ease. "I really like your shoes." I blurted out with a hopeful smile. Mouse blushed hotter and looked down to the floor, or maybe to her shoes to try and see what I saw that made them so likable. "Celeste, what do we say when someone compliments us?" her mother asked. Mouse stiffened and breathed in sharply through her nose. "Fankoo." she quietly mumbled. "Alina, why don't you go play with Celeste and her sister while the Mommy's talk." my Mommy urged as she put a hand on my back and guided me to stand up and do as I was told. Standing up I was struck by how much bigger I felt standing in front of Mouse. Normally we weren't all that dissimilar in height, but for some reason it felt like she was littler now than she was at school. Something clicked inside me and I reached out and took her hand and led her back to her sister and the toys. Mouse's sister payed us no attention as she moved colored beads along a series of winding metal wires and we took a seat near her. With a cautionary glance to her mother and then to her father who was still at the reception desk, Mouse let the pacifier drop from her mouth and looked up at me with a suddenly very sad look in her eyes. "Please don't tell anyone at school about this." she whispered pleadingly. I looked at her with alarmed astonishment. "Mouse, why would you think I would tell anyone?" I asked, actually hurt at the implication. She shrugged and absently picked at one of the velcro straps on her shoe as she stared intently at it. "You told me once that Dawn told people you wet the bed so she could fit in or whatever and I thought maybe you might do that too." she said quietly. I leaned forward and hugged Mouse as tight as I could. "I would never do anything like that to my best friend." I told her. The hug that Mouse gave me in return was full of so much raw emotion that, looking back on it now, should have clued me in to how strongly Mouse felt about our friendship and how much my keeping of her secret meant to her. After our hug we started to play with the toys together, actually enjoying ourselves, Mouse forgetting her embarrassment and me feeling good about myself for helping my best friend. As we played I noticed Mouse allowing herself to fall more comfortably into the role which she was dressed for. At some point, her pacifier had gone back into her mouth and she relaxed more and more until she was giggling and genuinely having a good time. The weird thing was, as we played I felt more and more inclined to "help" her play? It's hard to explain. On the one hand, she was my best friend and we were equals in school and as friends, but on the other hand I began to perceive her as no different than her sister, a baby to show how to properly play with the toys and to look after while also playing with them. I felt responsible for her, like a big sister, and it felt nice because I'd never had a sibling and never got to experience something like that before. "Alina Benez?" came the voice of the nurse from behind me. Mommy got up and came to get me, taking my hand and helping me up from the toys. "She'll be back in just a little bit, Celeste." she said with a motherly smile toward Mouse as she led me to the nurse. ****************************************************************************** I watched Alina go with her Mommy and felt a pang of sadness. I was having fun playing with her and now I was alone with my sister and she didn't play nearly as good as Alina. Mommy came and got my sister a short time after Alina had left and Daddy picked me up at the same time and I found myself being given a bottle of breast milk along with my sister on the couch in the waiting area. This was nothing new, Stacy and I were fed together not only at home but out in the world regularly, but with Alina being part of the equation and her return an unknown variable, I was very nervous as the milk drained from the bottle. The door across the room opened and I let my gaze wander over to it and my mouth went slack causing milk to dribble out and down my cheek to my shoulder and the couch cushion beneath me as I saw Dawn walk in with her father and a woman I knew could only be her father's girlfriend. "Celeste, you're such a messy baby." Daddy chided as he gently removed the bottle from my mouth and wiped my face and the couch with a burp cloth from the diaper bag that sat between him and Mommy. Dawn looked over at us and her face lit up when she saw me, wrenching her hand from the grip of the woman she was with and racing over to me, her smile so wide and happy that it was really unsettling just how excited she was to see me and not at all concerned about the way I was dressed or the fact that I was being treated like a baby. "Oh my gosh, hi, Mousy, it's been so long!" she exclaimed as she came up to us. "I love your outfit, it's so cute!" she declared as she reached out and fussed with one of the straps of my shortalls. I cringed at her making my nickname more infantile and turned away from her as if I could hide at this point. "Oh, someone is being shy." Daddy said as he sat me up and turned me on his lap so I was facing Dawn. "Say hello to Dawn, sweetie." he said. I wanted to cry. I was on the verge of giving in to my emotions and throwing an epic tantrum when my salvation came in the form of the woman Dawn had come in with. "Don't you ever run away from me like that, Dawny!" she hissed as she roughly grabbed Dawn's hand and dragged her away, striking Dawn's rear end with her open palm once but with enough force to cause Dawn's legs to buckle as she was pushed forward, sending her falling to the floor on her hands and knees. The woman sighed in exasperation and put her hands on her hips as she looked down at Dawn. "Can't you go five minutes without trying to be a baby?" she said as she reached down and picked Dawn up around the waist, standing the now crying girl up on her feet. "It wasn't my fault!" Dawn whined as she rubbed the tears from her eyes. The woman nodded. "It's never your fault, is it?" she asked as she rolled her eyes. "Maybe we should see if we can borrow a diaper from your little friend over there, I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she sneered. I felt bad for Dawn as I watched this woman tease and pick on her, but I couldn't help her as Daddy lay me back down and reinserted the bottle into my mouth. All I could do was close my eyes and try and push the world out of my thoughts and focus on drinking my bottle and wetting my diaper like a good baby, like everyone expected me to be. ****************************************************************************** I sniffled and rubbed my aching bottom as I wiped my tears away. I looked over my shoulder at Mouse and felt better knowing that she was laying with her eyes closed nursing her bottle and maybe hadn't seen what had happened. I hated seeing her living the life I wanted and was being made to feel guilty about wanting. Tiffany, my dad's girlfriend, was a raging bitch. She was barely out of highschool and apparently thought that babysitting the neighborhood kids for the years she was practicing fellatiating the entire male student body as well as every male member of the PTA meant that she was an expert in child psychology. She advised my father to shame me into giving up my fascination with being a baby again and because he only thinks with his dick since divorcing my mom, he agreed and left it up to "Tiff" to break my habits. The things she said and did to me were child abuse, plain and simple, but because of her youthful appearance, most people just thought she was a mean older sister picking on her whiny baby sister and ignored things like her making me walk through the supermarket in wet pants carrying a package of diapers, crying uncontrollably when she made me explain to the cashier that the diapers were for me because I just couldn't seem to get control of myself. The real mean streak came after we'd left the store and she tossed the diapers into a charity donation box, leaving me in my itchy, wet pants until we got home, which may or may not be right away. Tiffany actively denied me diapers while also putting me into positions where I would show a need for them. She would hustle me around when we were out and pretend not to hear me when I asked to be taken to the bathroom and then chastise me loudly and relentlessly when I had an accident. The one and only time I fought back was when we were out and Tiffany's little game resulted in me having a messy accident in the cart. I'd had enough and I threw a full blown tantrum in the store that was so effective we were asked to leave and Tiffany was absolutely mortified. The event didn't change anything and only resulted in me getting a thorough spanking after my bath and being sent to bed without dinner, but the look of embarrassment on her face as she pushed a little girl through a store as she screamed her head off about going poopy in her pants somehow made it worth while. "Eyes forward, young lady." Tiffany snapped. "I know what you're thinking about and you know it's wrong to be jealous of a baby." she told me. I turned my attention from Mouse and fought the urge to cry. I thought about throwing a tantrum or having an accident or just going full blown toddler and start running around the waiting room causing as much chaos and destruction as I could, but I knew all it would get me was a spanking, or a belting since my dad was with us, and the hit I'd already endured made the prospect of that not at all pleasant or worth the trouble. In another life my dad loved me and I was his baby girl, but in the aftermath of our family disintegrating he was often angry and resentful toward me being around and usually only acted like a dad to administer punishments or sign alimony checks. He loved Tiffany now, and she called him "Daddy" loud enough and often enough at night when I was with him for the idea that we could go back to what we once had to be sadly impossible. "Okay, Alina, come on down here and wait for the doctor to come in and see you and your Mommy." a nurse's voice said cheerfully through the doorway leading from the waiting area to the exam rooms. I looked up and saw Alina, and my heart skipped a beat. It had been so long since I'd seen her that I didn't think there would be any kind of reaction, but as I saw her walk into the hallway I was right back in her bedroom the night she'd kissed me and I felt all the pain of having pushed her away and making her feel like she'd done something wrong come rushing up and I called out to her, not words, just a desperate noise directed at her, and she turned and saw me and her face started to look happy and then she felt all the same feelings and the momentary happiness faded instantly and she turned away and walked down the hall. Nothing mattered after that. She didn't want to see me or talk to me or love me anymore, I'd ruined everything we'd had and nothing mattered. I ripped my hand from Tiffany's grasp once again and raced down the hall to Alina, throwing my arms around her midsection from behind and hugging her as tightly as I could, crying uncontrollably as I spilled every thought and feeling I had for her out in one ugly and unintelligible mass of word vomit. Tiffany's hand clamped down on my shoulder and she yanked me off of Alina and picked me up to carry me away, leaving me defeated and sobbing in her arms as I watched Alina moving further away as we left. "Dawn!" Alina called out. "I never gave up on you." she said finally, wiping a tear from her eye as she turned and moved down the hall once again. Those few words made things okay again. The spanking that Tiffany gave me out at the car didn't hurt. The knowledge that Mouse knew I'd gotten spanked didn't embarrass me. Alina never gave up on me, and that made all the difference in a world that was hard and painful and unfair. ****************************************************************************** A few days after the visit to the pediatrician the call came in from the doctor's office that they wanted to run some tests because they were noticing some issues with my blood work. I had to go in a big, noisy machine that took pictures of my insides and then we had to sit in the doctors office for a long time while he talked about what the pictures might mean. Cancer isn't a word you ever want to hear, but it's a really scary word for you to hear before you even make it to your eighth birthday. End Part Two

It's okay to cry. Better out than in, right? I do believe this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about one of my pieces. Thank you. So, I was going to wait until Saturday to post the end, start the month of Christmas off right (?!) and all, but now I feel compelled to bring it to a close early, to not leave everyone hanging. So here's our last chapter. 4 The morning started out wonderful, and the day had only gotten better with each passing moment. After all those very bad days for Daddy over November and December, and another bad stretch in February, he was having a good day today. Good days were rare anymore, so they were treasured that much more when they happened, and Gina and Daddy made sure they enjoyed them to their fullest. These days, thanks to her bladder troubles, Gina was wearing some sort of protection all the time, and Daddy having a good day meant a little-girl day for Gina, which meant thick diapers and a pretty dress over them on such a warm spring day as this. Letting Daddy worry about her tinkles, with all the intimacy of careful diaper changes that came along with it, made Gina feel so very little, which was a wonderful respite from worrying about Daddy's health all the time. In those moments, Daddy being sick was forgotten, Daddy had decreed a junking day, which was also a very special treat. They wandered off into the countryside, stopping at every oddball-looking secondhand shop and antique store along the way, making sure to take rest breaks when needed. They found some neat little treasures so far, a beautiful ceramic music box, a beautiful Satsuma vase, and a lovely antique brooch of brightly colored flowers and sparkly gems. All were protected in the back of their van, wrapped in blankets and tucked into one of the storage bins fixed to the side wall. Daddy bought the work van years ago. It was a way to ensure privacy for Gina after so much difficulty finding private places to change her diapers when they were out and about, and once Gina actually started needing protection on a routine basis, it became a place of respite, comfort even. Gina was very comfortable as they entered this shop, Daddy having changed her a mere twenty minutes before, and though he wouldn't say anything, Gina knew by Daddy's movements and his breathing that this would probably be their last stop before heading home. The subtle rustle under her dress, the sound which once gave her so much anxiety in public places, now gave the gray-haired babygirl quiet joy. She and Daddy wandered through the little shop together, chuckling at silly things they'd seen a million times in a million other shops together, and marveling at some of the oddities that were unique to this one. It seemed so strange, really, when it happened. Surreal, almost. She and Daddy usually started looking for their annual ornament in late summer and early fall at the earliest. Many years they'd had to rush around in November trying to find that special something before it was time to put the tree up on the first weekend of December, as they did every year. But here it was, March, and here they were on a completely unplanned trip, and here it was. As though the perfect ornament had found them. They looked deep into each other's eyes and smiled together, both knowing. It was perfect... -------- Gina smiles wistfully as she places the old bearded man holding his tiny granddaughter high above his head into the perfect spot on the tree, just to the right of the sleeping baby, above the boy and girl snowmen holding hands. “It was perfect, Daddy.” She steps back to admire her handiwork. Seventeen beautiful ornaments, sixteen Christmases with Daddy and, well... Her smile grows strained at that last thought, and her eyes well up as she looks out the window at the cloudless December evening sky. “Do you like it, Daddy? Did I do good?” she whispers, her voice beginning to falter. Tears flow freely now as she sits in the rocker. So many nights she spent curled up in Daddy's lap here, diapered and jammied and nursing her bottle, watching a movie together, or him reading her a story. She curls up, pulling her knees tight to her chest, and her princess pink diaper reveals itself from under her nightgown with a pronounced rustle. She gazes once more out the window. “I miss you so much, Daddy...”

Cute onsie Landon.

Things were different between Denny and I. We loved each other. My Grandkids knew I loved them. Francine and Rachel waited for me to come and tuck them in at night and kiss them on the forehead. They looked forward to that, I had to admit I did as well! Trudy loved it as well. I got word that my daughter had been arrested in California. Not for trespassing or anything like that, but she got caught holding her boyfriend's drugs. Not a lot but she was arrested and jailed for 30 days. I got a lawyer for her and he saved her from prison doing 3 years. She had 9 days left as that 30 days included time served. She found out her boyfriend that she loved so much and she thought loved her had found a new woman while she was in jail. She had been replaced. She didn't know what she was going to do. She was on supervised probation for the next 3 years. We arranged for what they called an interstate transfers. She was coming home to Arizona. For the first year she would be in a halfway house. Then she could move back in with me and her kids. Her kids saw her as different now, she had abandoned them and had lied to them telling them that grandpa never loved her or them, that I was incapable of love! They knew the truth now. They loved me. I could tell when we talked about her mom Francine looked scared. I talked with her alone. She said "No love her, love you grandpa, she mean when I pee bed you not mean!" She sat in my lap and put her arms around my neck. She wouldn't let go! "I belong wiff you!" My daughter hated me because she thought I didn't love her. Francine didn't love her mom because she was afraid of her. Francine gave love, she was a loving child. But her mother had lost that love. Soon she was joined by Rachel that said I don't want to be her daughter I want to be yours. Don't make us go with her! Denny came and said the same thing. Trudy came and begged me not to tear her family apart, it's like I got a brother and sisters again. I told them that I was so glad that you want to stay. "That decision unfortunately wasn't up to me. She was your mother and even though right now I'm your guardian. She is your mother and if she gets her life back on track there isn't a court of law that will give you guys to me. Legally we don't have a leg to stand on. We will always be family I will always be grandpa. You will always know that I love you guys, you will always know I love my daughter enough to give her back what is lawfully hers, thats you guys. No matter what she tells you you will always know that I love you" We visited their mother. At first it was awkward. After a few weeks, my daughter began thanking me for bringing her kids there so she could see them. A few more weeks and she began to give me a hug and a kiss as well. A few more weeks and she asked if she could move back in with us, she was doing really well and they were getting ready to release her from the half way house. A few weeks later and she was back at my house. Being in jail had scared her so bad. She had seen a woman get stabbed she had nightmares and had became like her two daughters, when she had nightmares she would wet her bed. When I came and woke her up during her nightmares she would hold me and it felt like Francine not wanting to let me go. The biggest shock was when she talked to her three kids and admitted that she had lied to them. Her dad had always loved her there were nights he came and kissed her forehead before going to work. After her mom and I had divorced, her mom had done nothing but complain about me and soon had her soured on me as well. She forgot the good times. She had forgotten that her dad actually did love her. A few months after I had my company accountant retire, I needed to find a new one. I began interviewing for the position. One guy came we saw each other and it was awkward to say the least. We knew each other, even if it was just briefly. It was the guy from The Burger place that was such a smartass towards me and Denny when we finally cleared the air. I almost told him to get the hell out of there and never come back. Instead I made him uncomfortable as hell. I interviewed him, just like I would with anybody that wanted to work for me. He was qualified. I had a few other interviews for the position. The problem was nobody else kept their appointments. James Morris CPA was hired as my accountant. It got worse my daughter came by and brought her kids by. She met James and they began to date. Soon they were in love and talking about getting married. Poor guy was going to be Denny's step dad. Denny I'm sure could kick his ass, at 13 he was almost James's size he was going to be like his grandpa! I took Denny on the weekends and I thought him how to fight. Let James try and push Denny around. He would be picking his teeth up off the ground.

On Saturday Beautiful had me and Denny go out on a boys only outing. She took Francine, Rachel, Trudy, Yvette, and Cassidy and they went out and did a spa day. I let Denny choose what he wanted to do. We ended up at an Arcade. He actually learned to play pinball, I had to explain that there was nothing digital about at first he said "Boring!" After a while I couldn't get him to leave. I did learn something about him though, he is a lot like me, he is stubborn! He refused to leave until he reached 500000 points he was doing good he was in the 350000 to 450000 range every game he had set the goal at 500000 points and he was determined to make it. I couldn't fault him I'm the same way. Let's just put up 5 more pieces of wall then we'll quit! That was just the other night at work. I wouldn't let my crew go until they did. It cost me about $63.00 but Denny reached his 500000 points. I don't know who was more proud him or I? We went to a place that serves hamburgers only and their Slogan is "YUM!" Hey at least it wasn't McDonald's. We talked for one of the first times we made headway in the chasm between us. He did ask me if I ever took his mom out like this. When she was younger I did. "When she got older hanging out with her dad wasn't as high on her priorities, seems parents arent cool when you get to be a teenager! Our IQ level goes to borderline idiot!" He blushed he understood. "But grandpas and grandmas are always in style!," I said. That got a smile out of him. "Julia said you used to kiss my mom goodnight every night before going to work, how come you never woke her up?" "I just felt she needed her sleep, I always thought there were a few nights she was playing possum on me and only acting asleep! I guess that wasn't true, she claims I never loved her and has you guys convinced that is true! Nothing further from the truth! I did love your mother, believe me!" "I wonder why she tells us that you didn't love her? I see you with Francine and Rachel, they love you. Do you love me, even if I'm not a bedwetter like them?" "Denny it's not the fact that your not a bedwetter that isn't a condition of love. I was raised, a man or boy didn't show affection to another man or boy, girls it was expected! You can be friends with a boy, heck the friends I had when I was your age, were still friends. We have been through a lot together, we had a penchant for finding trouble, we spent our young lives in trouble! We're just getting to the point where we can say hey dude I love you. It took a death if one of us to realize that. Carter was a Police Officer of all things, given our woes as a kid with trouble its a wonder they allowed him to be one! He was directing traffic at an accident scene and was ran over by a guy who felt he was entitled to go anywhere he wanted. He didn't have to follow the rules like everybody else. He was going around everybody and ran over a cop. Appearantly he was late for meeting his friends at a bar. He had no remorse for what he had done. He is doing 12 years in prison for Vehicular Homicide, guess his friends won't be waiting at the bar that long for him. We decided life is to short. When we get together now we hug each other to show that we do have feelings for each other in a non relationship way! I love you you're actually a part of me, you're my grandson, my only one!" I gave him a hug. Some guy about 24 said get a room! He doesn't know how close he came to be picking his teeth up off the floor and passing more out his ass as I shoved my fist down his throat! "Hey asshole," Denny said "leave my grandpa and me alone, better yet why dont you go tell your daddy that you love him! Obviusly he didnt do a very good job of raising you!" The guy got mad and stood up I did as well. I had him by almost a foot and about 60 pounds. He looked at me and my arms that are muscled from hard work. Probably something he knew nothing about. He quickly sat down as did I. I wasn't looking for a fight but I could probably have mopped the floor with this guy! We played our bill and left. I heard the guy say a little loud "That's right old man run off." I turned and asked, "What did you say?" The guy said nothing. "That's what I thought!" As we left! "Coward!" Was my parting comment. I was still a bit perturbed you know still rehashing the past few minutes over and over in my mind. We went to a store and that sold movies books and almost anything else. They had a pinball machine it was like $400 dollars we loaded it up in my truck and we went home. Denny and I played pinball the rest of the day.

http://jasongan.com/progressive-babyman.html The ones at the beach he seems considerably padded. Theses commercials are ridiculous. They are telling people to grow up and get their own insurance by trying to infantilse people, but there's no point in doing that besides padding the companies bottom line. It's understandably in the companies best interest but in no way mine. No amount of name calling is gonna make me spend extra money.

Chapter Two Emily looked in horror from Scott back to Nora. She took off like a shot towards the door, only to have her arm grabbed by Nora. She twisted it and Emily let out a scream of pain. “Stop! You’re hurting me!” “This is what all mothers must do, to keep their babies close.” Emily struggled in her grasp, kicking her legs as the tears welled up in them. “I’m not going to stay here! I’m marrying Scott! I love him!” Nora laughed, shaking her head. “Scott, tell this poor girl the truth.” Emily looked at Scott and saw the guilt in his eyes. He ducked his head and then swallowed. “Mother, may I have a minute?” He asked. “Just a minute. I’ll go check on Teddy, make sure all this fuss didn’t wake him up.” She released Emily from her grasp and the younger woman rubbed at her arm furiously as she walked out of the room. “Please,” Emily panted. “Tell me this is some sick joke.” “Emily, you’ve seen my mother. She’s domineering, smothering. She treats me like a child and she did the same thing with Janie. It started after our father died and she moved us to this neighborhood. Around here, they’re all near or fully grown children, living with their parents until kingdom come. It’s a little community of sorts. It’s protected by security, no one can escape.” “But you did. We met…you have a great job…” Scott sighed, running his fingers through his curls. “Three years ago, Janie and I tried to stick up for ourselves. We attempted to leave and it got us six months of nursery treatment.” “Nursery treatment? What is that?” “It’s…not important. Once it was over, Mother told us that she was going to give us a choice. We could stay here and continue to be her good little children or we could go out and find her replacements.” Emily felt her heart sink. “And that’s why you chose me.” “You’re young, small enough for Mother to carry. You were easy enough to fool, most girls meet mother and within 5 seconds run for the hills. You didn’t mind.” “You can’t just leave me here! It’s illegal! It’s…it’s kidnapping!” Emily stammered. “That’s why I went for the girl that had no family.” Emily swallowed. Come to think of it, on their first date, he had asked a lot of questions about her family and friends. It made her a bit uncomfortable as it was a bit of a sore subject. Both of her parents had been only children and they passed on when she was 15. One set of her grandparents had died off and the other set was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s by the time she started college. They didn’t remember that they once had a son, let alone a granddaughter. She didn’t have many friends either, none that would go looking for her. She was the perfect target. Emily ran to Scott. “Please,” she held onto his jacket. “You’ve lived this! You know this is hell! You can’t leave me here! Take me with you!” “Emily, Mother has security waiting at the gate at the front of the community. They’re searching my car before I leave. If they find you, we’ll both end up here. I can’t do this anymore. I am so sorry. Maybe…maybe one day she’ll set you free.” Scott headed for the door and Emily chased after him, only to have him push her backwards. She fell flat onto her ass and he made a beeline out the door. Emily was trying to get up, when suddenly, Nora appeared over her, a creepy smile on her face. “It’s alright, sweetheart, Mommy’s here.” “You’re not my mommy!” Emily screamed. She bit Nora’s ankle and tried to roll over to escape, but she found herself being lifted over her shoulder. Emily wiggled until she felt her pants being pulled down, followed by her underwear and a firm smack came to follow. She stilled in Nora’s grip, completely terrified. “And you see, if you had been a good girl, I would’ve let you stay in your room upstairs. But since you’re acting like a wiggly baby, you can join Teddy in the nursery.” Nora carried Emily, pants down to her knees to the room that she had forbid her from going in the day before. She set Emily down once they were inside, allowing her to get a good look of everything. It reminded Emily of a daycare center. One side of the room was painted pink, with a changing table in one corner, a wardrobe in the other. Pressed against the wall was a giant oak crib, filled with pink sheets and matching comforter, a few plushies sprinkled about. A unicorn mobile hung above it. The other side of the room was very similar, except it was in blue and his mobile had lions. Emily peered inside the crib and saw there was a young man in there. He looked to be about her age. Fast asleep, he was wearing a pair of blue footie pajamas which had a mysterious bulge. He had a pacifier in his mouth, causing his cheeks to puff out and in his arms was a teddy bear. She looked up at Nora with wide eyes. “You’re fucking crazy, lady.” “And you’re going to learn that we do not talk to Mommy that way.” In the center of the room was a giant playpen filled with babyish toys and games. Emily spotted two wooden rocking horses by the pen, with two oversized high chairs nearby. It was almost like there would be no reason for them to ever leave the room. There were two stools facing against the window. One was pink, the other blue, each reading “Naughty Stool”. In front of it was a rocking chair. Nora took Emily by the hand and dragged her to the chair. She sat down and pulled Emily over her lap. Her bottom was already exposed, so Nora got to work. Emily had never been spanked in her life and Nora was very strong. She laid down one firm smack, followed by another. Emily cried out in pain and kicked her legs, but that only got her three firm smacks to the thighs. “Ow! Stop it! Stop it!” Nora didn’t respond. She continued to smack her bottom, being generous to both cheeks. First she’d smack the left, then the right. Sometimes she’d do a few right on the seat, but either way, she wasn’t stopping. Emily cried out and begged her to stop, but nothing seemed to work. She could hear a particularly young voice asking what was going on. “I’m just punishing your new sister, Snookums,” Nora said calmly. “Mind your business or your next.” Emily thought about what an impression she must be making, but remembered the guy was in a crib wearing pajamas with racecars on them. She focused instead on the pain searing through her behind. “Please! I won’t tell anyone! Just let me go!” But her cries fell on deaf ears. Eventually, she grew limp, bawling over this woman’s lap. She kept her eye on the Little Bo Beep clock on what she presumed to be her side of the room and watched as the numbers spun by. After 30 minutes and a lot of sobbing, Emily’s bottom was a deep shade of red and it matched her face, which was covered in tears. “Now, let’s get you changed.” Nora scooped Emily up and laid her down on the changing table. Emily hissed as her bottom hit the mat, which just made Nora laugh. She unbuttoned Emily’s top, making the younger woman attempt to cover her breasts. Nora swatted those away. “Don’t you worry, Emzy, you don’t have to cover up mosquito bites around Mommy.” Emily glared up at Nora, who just shook her head in return. Nora reached under the changing table and produced a diaper. She slid it beneath Emily’s bottom and smiled. “I see my Scotty made sure to keep you nice and shaven, makes work easier for Mommy.” “I hate Scott,” Emily mumbled, folding her arms over her chest, unaware of how babyish she looked and sounded. “Aw, sweetums, you’ll forgive him someday.” Nora tickled her chin. “You can’t stay mad at your big bubba for very long.” Emily didn’t respond. Nora sprinkled some baby powder onto her bottom and spread it around, which made Emily wiggle a bit. Next came the baby oil, which was rubbed over every square inch of her body, leaving a very infantile scent behind. The diaper was fastened on nice and tight, the cotton feeling strange to Emily’s bottom. The diaper rustled even if she moved an inch and it brought heat to her cheeks. “Let’s pick an outfit for Mommy’s little precious,” Nora cooed. She used the strap in the middle of the pad to lock Emily in so she couldn’t escape and went to the wardrobe. As soon as she opened it, Emily was exposed to the wide array of frilly outfits inside, that seemed to match every color of the rainbow. There was no flannel or black, just lots of pastels, especially pinks. Nora grabbed one of the dresses off the hanger, along with a pair of matching diaper panties and walked back over to Emily. Nora seamlessly dressed her new baby, sliding the panties over the diaper before pulling the dress on as well. Emily tugged on it, but the dress didn’t budge past the rim of the diaper. “Um, this doesn’t fit.” “Of course it does, it’s the style,” Nora told her. “It’s meant to show off your pretty little panties. Now sit up.” She slowly did as asked and found a brush being dragged through her thick mess of hair. She wiggled, screamed and whined, only to get pops to the thighs and to be told to be a good girl. Her hair was sorted into pig tails and Emily felt something being tied to her head, the knot going beneath her chin. Next came the frilly white socks and Mary Janes, with mittens being tied to her hands to immobilize her. Nora shoved a pacifier into her mouth and helped Emily down. “Go check out yourself out in the mirror.” The diaper spread Emily’s legs apart and made it impossible for her to walk normally. Instead, she was forced to toddle, nearly falling over a few times. Finally, she reached the full length mirror and gasped at what she saw there. The dress was light pink, with lots of ruffles and a high collar that puffed out a bit. The dress had buttons down the back of it, making impossible to rip off. It fell just above the matching diaper panties that the diaper definitely stuck out of. A pink bonnet completed the ensemble, especially with the pacifier that-like Teddy’s-puffed out her cheeks and made her look even more infantile. Emily was prepared to run, but as soon as she took a step, she fell onto her bottom. Some baby powder escaped from the diaper and it made Nora laugh. “Alright, my little angel face. You go into the playpen while I get your brother ready.” Nora scooped her up and set her inside, pushing a shape sorter near her. She walked over to the crib, cooing over Teddy, who was kneeling up in his crib. Nora lifted him out. “Ooo, my little schmoopy went poo-poo, didn’t he? Oh, yes he did. Yes he did,” Nora cooed as she took him to the changing table. Emily took in her new “brother” as he was changed. He had brown hair and blue eyes, but for some reason didn’t seem afraid of Nora. She reminded herself that Scott had mentioned Nora had been “fostering” Teddy for a year. It’d make sense if he was more susceptible to what was going on. Clearly, Teddy could talk, but how much of his mind was left? Emily was already being driven crazy by the cooing. Nora changed Teddy’s diaper and then slid some plastic diaper panties over him. He was then dressed in a bright green romper and had his hair combed out. She brought him over to the playpen and deposited him next to Emily. “I’m going to go make my little ones breakfast, you two play nice. Mommy will know.” She removed their pacifiers and gave them each kisses on the lips, which Emily promptly wiped off as soon as Nora was gone. “So…you’re Emily?” Teddy asked. Emily nodded. “And you’re Teddy. When I heard you crying yesterday…” “You thought I was an actual baby?” “Yeah.” “I don’t understand how you’ve been here a year.” “Janie did her homework.” A cloud of anger clearly ran over his eyes at the mention of her name. “I was a young, broke college student who didn’t have any family. Put into the system at birth, aged out at 18. She charmed me with her good looks and money. One day, I was brought over to meet Nora and the rest was history.” “But you still have your mind.” “I don’t think Nora actually wants us to act like babies. She’s fine if you use your words. She just wants people to be her little dolls. Dress you up, feed you, show you around to friends. She wants to be in control.” “No wonder she drove her kids away.” Emily rubbed her bare arm. “Scott never really mentioned her much and now I know why.” “Janie told me some, mostly that her mother still viewed her as a child. I didn’t think it could be so bad. I mean, the first night I stayed in Scott’s old room. It had a racecar bed but so what?” “Why aren’t we in those rooms?” “She’s starting us off as if we were infants. According to her, two years in the nursery and then you get moved to the big kid rooms.” “And when do we leave?” Scott looked out the one window that the room had. He looked almost in awe of the birds that flew freely around the trees. “I’m sure Scott told you that in this community, everyone here is babied in some way. Even if they have jobs, they come home, get spanked by their parents and tucked into bed every night.” “But surely they can leave.” “One of my friends down the block was part of the whole deal system too. Girlfriend gave her to her new “daddy”. She’s been there 15 years. Sure, now she gets to use the bathroom and there’s talks of her getting a job…but she wears dresses a lot like that one.” Teddy gestured to her dress. “I think it’s like the Hotel California. Check out any time you like…” “But you can’t ever leave.” Emily whispered.

goodbye for now ok, maybe I shouldn't be that dramatic. so, ive been very busy lately. dealing with work, family and trying to get my crossover done. but sadly more stuff has been added on top of that. one of those things involves having to move and find a new job. so with the holidays, work, moving, job hunting, and much more drama I won't go into, I decided to stop writing. maybe for good on DA and other places i post on. so, what does this mean? well, it means that for the next 2-3 months, I won't be doing any writing at all due to my busy schedule but I may pop into DA every now and then just to say hi. and I will still read some stories. what about the crossover? I sadly will not be able to finish it. however, I'm going to ask my good friends :wannatripbaby: and :pinkthedinosaur: if they would be interested in trying to finish it. if not, then I will sadly have to give up on the crossover and just post what I have along with was supposed to happen next. what about the stories I'm working on? as of right now, they will be on hiatus. but if I can't finish them, then I will possibly ask one of my friends to take them over. I will tell them what happens in the story and will just be advising how the story should go but they will have final say on the chapters. the only exception to this is "A mom, a baby girl, and a sissy walk into a bar..." as it was both mine and Pink's story. I will give full rites to it right now and save the hassle of it. ********************** I'm very sorry about all of this. the last 6 months have just been very shitty lately. I'm hoping once things get settled down again I can get back to writing but I can't say I'm overly confident about that. fuck my life...