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Good lord. This is un-readable on so many levels... it's almost impressive in its demonstration on how not to write a story. It does, however, look like this might be a serious attempt rather than a purposeful prank; if so, I encourage your to just try to read what you've posted. This looks like you just hit the keyboard keys as ideas popped into your head while having a stroke. Can YOU read what you've posted? On the other hand, if this is a prank... ya got me. I'm wounded. Mortally. My eyes doth bleed.

There are so many things that can factor into some age groups having more of a diaper fetish. Back in the 50's and 60's there were kids who wet the bed but there were no Goodnites and Pull-Ups. Even pampers didn't come out until the late 60's with any type of presence in local stores. Back then it was cloth diapers, plastic pants and cloth training pants. They were bulkier and even though everyone knew some older kids in the 6 and 7 year old range wet the bed, it wasn't openly discussed on TV or in advertising like it is these days. Kids who had to wear diapers at an older age didn't want anyone to know, but I think having to wear diapers at that age turned a lot of them into diaper lovers when they got older. I also believe with cloth diapers there was more incentive on both the part of the parents and the child to be potty trained. Cloth diapers can feel more uncomfortable due to feeling wetter overall, and for the parents it's the idea of having to do all the laundry with washing diapers and hanging them out on the line to dry. Many mothers in the 50's and 60's were stay at home moms who had the time to do potty training and take care of a house. With the lifestyles in the late 60's and 70's, many of the baby boomers were growing up and mom's started working to help pay the bills or get that color TV or extra car. Back in the 50's and 60's families usually had just one car. As kids grew into teens, an extra car was often needed and as teens became more independent, mom had extra time on her hands and went back to work. Even those with young kids in the 70's found it to be a busy time and disposable diapers helped a lot. No more washing diapers all the time and kids seemed to feel more comfortable in disposable diapers, especially as they started to get better and better. It wasn't as important to have the kid potty trained at 18 or 22 months anymore like it was in the 50's with cloth diapers. The age of potty training got pushed back to 2-1/2 and sometimes even 3 years old or older. I think the older a toddler is and still in diapers, the more impression diapers make on them and then can develop a fetish for them, even at the age of 3 or 4 years old. The fact is, these days not only do you have all kinds of disposable diapers for babies but the size of them now can fit an average 5 or 6 year old. When companies make Pampers size 7 for older kids, there is a reason and a market for them. I believe kids are trained at later ages and wear diapers longer than they did 50 years ago. Disposable diapers make things more convenient than cloth diapers and parents who were toddlers themselves in the 1980's wore these same disposable diapers. Now they are passing it down to their own kids and if they were in diapers at age 3, they probably put off toilet training their own kids until that age or later, especially if most of them work jobs and their kids spend their time at Day Care. Not only do you have bigger size Pampers for older kids, but you now have Goodnites and Underjams for kids and teens who still wet the bed. Even the old cloth training pants have been conveniently replaced with pull ups. Everything is geared at convenience for older kids to have something to wear if they wet. The incentives to get a child out of diapers quickly has changed with the available products on the market. Even adult diapers! In the late 1970's you couldn't find adult sized disposable diapers. Maybe some old plastic pants in adult sizes tucked away in a corner of an old Mom and Pop drug store, but now days disposable adult diapers are everywhere and even pull on disposable underpants in adult sizes. 50+ years ago some kids became AB or DL because they had to wear diapers for bedwetting or other issues, including being punished as older kids by being made to wear diapers in front of their friends by their abusive parents for wetting their bed. These days with Goodnites and kids being trained at later ages due to the convenience of disposable diapers and Goodnites in every available size, that is a big influence on them. Still in diapers at later ages will cause deep down desires. Then you simply have all the products available to younger people, teens and people in their 20's. They are in every store, all over the internet to purchase discreetly and conveniently, in adult sizes, shown on TV and magazine adds. It's not hidden and not talked about like it was in the 60's and even 70's. It's all out in the open and the products are made to sound like just a normal everyday item to be used. Depend's Underwearness. Goodnites for kids and teens who wet the bed. The shame and stigma of long ago is slowly being taken out of the situation and it may still be a bit of a taboo fetish, but the younger people have opportunities to get these diapers and products that the older generation didn't. I think we will see more and more people in their teens and 20's with this fetish for the simple fact that they have opportunities to purchase adult diapers, they probably wore something later in their childhood weather that be due to delayed potty training or wearing Goodnites to bed, and simply the fact that it's more open and accepted than it was 40 or 50 years ago for older kids and even adults to be wearing some protection or diaper. Add social media to the mix and I think you will start seeing even more younger people into this fetish as time goes on.

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Chapter Four: "Mommy!" I ran up to her, oblivious to the crinkling of every step. My hair had been curled and pulled up into high pigtails, entwined with mint green ribbons to match the lace on my flower girl dress. The white stockings, the black shoes, and the bright sparkly blush on my cheeks all brought the ensemble together perfectly. I was the cutest girl in the whole world, and everybody knew it! "Do you like my hair? Auntie Missa says it's the prettiest!" Marjorie fussed and played with her little girl’s hair, which was easy to do since they were the same height, but you'd never know it from the towering presence Marjorie had over Florence with her words. "Oh look at you. You're just the most perfect little angel, my pretty Floren! Let me get some pictures; smile for Mommy, okay?" I put my hands behind my back and smiled brightly as she pointed her phone. The flash made me blink. A thought came to me. Something was wrong. Right? I looked down at my dress - so feminine, so... beautiful. I looked at my polished black shoes, with the cute buckles. But everything looked okay to me. Maybe I was overthinking it. "Mommy, I'm hungry..." We'd been here for two hours. The wedding would start soon, but there was time for lunch. "Well, honey, we should get you something to eat then - but not too much, okay? Don't want my little spring bunny to have a little spring tummy in her dress, now do we?" Marjorie laughed and cuddled Florence to her side, kissing her on the cheek. "Come on, Mommy'll find you something to eat." Mommy took me by the hand past the table of presents and out the front door, into the world outside the church. For some reason, it surprised me. More than just the church... the playroom, the bathroom, the prop room... it felt like I'd been here for years. But that was silly - I wasn't even that old! Right? There was a sandwich shop across the street, but I hesitated at the edge of the street. My body just... wouldn't move forward. I didn't understand. "Make sure to hold Mommy's hand." Marjorie expressed in a sing-song voice, and held out her hand for her little girl. Floren took her hand and held tight; the outside world was a scary place, especially for a girl her age. Suddenly, I was very aware of my appearance. The dress, the shoes, the pigtails... I looked around the empty street with anxiety. Anxiety... what a familiar feeling. But I could barely remember ever feeling it before. Mommy walked me across the street and I took my hand back. A few cars passed. Were they staring? They had to be... but why would they? I was so confused. "Mommy... I dun wanna go in. I wanna wear something else..." "Oh honey, I know," Marjorie empathized, and for a moment Florence looked up at her like she was connecting dots, but all that came crashing down a moment later. "You're worried about spilling food on your pretty dress. But Mommy has a bib so you'll be able to keep it nice and safe." I blushed and opened my mouth to protest, but Mommy took me by the wrist and led me into the sandwich shop all the same. There was a couple sitting at a table by the window. A man in a suit was eating along the left wall. The shop owner stood behind the counter. Everyone looked at me when I walked in. Everyone knew. Everyone was going to laugh! Tears filled my eyes, but the worries went unfounded. After only a moment, they went back to their meals. I didn't understand. Why weren't they surprised? "Let's get you your favorite sandwich. Do you want it on the bread with the white seeds or the black seeds?" Marjorie knew the only important question worth asking - for some reason and for as long as she could remember, she knew that Floren only got one type of sandwich, no matter where they went: peanut butter and jelly. But sesame seeds vs poppy seeds? That was serious business for a girl her age. The weird anxious feeling fell out from under me when Mommy asked the question. I brightened up and rocked back on the heels of my shoes. "White ones, please!" Mommy ordered something elaborate, something I didn't understand. Then she asked for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for me. The man behind the counter gave me a kind smile - not at all teasing! - and went to his job. I wish I could have smiled back, but something about this whole thing really bothered me. The problem wasn't with seeing Florence like an adult - anybody could see that she was an adult, that was as obvious as the sky was blue - it was with not seeing her as a child. She acted like a child. She beamed like a child. She fussed over the bib tied around her neck, and then forgot just as quickly when she unwrapped her sandwich, just like a child. And for Marjorie, she couldn't remember Floren being anything but a child. Obviously, Marjorie was Mommy, even though she knew she hadn't given birth to her. "Do you want a pop, honey?" Marjorie asked, halfway through her own sandwich. "Juice please," I said brightly, with my mouth full of food. I kicked my feet in the chair like I always did, but my feet scuffed the floor. It surprised me, just for a moment. Were my legs really that long? But another bite of sandwich, and the thought had disappeared. It was so easy to make thoughts disappear. Marjorie was proud of her little girl, proud of the way she acted, proud of the way she looked: beautiful, and adorable, and precious. She'd always been this way. "I'll be right back. Don't talk to strangers, okay?" Even though Marjorie would literally be a few feet away at the counter buying drinks. Mommy set a sippy cup down in front of me, but when I reached for it, my fingers stopped short. I looked at the plastic cup, then at Mommy's paper one complete with a straw. Shouldn't I have a big girl cup? I was a big girl... right? I pushed my knees together and the diaper crinkled beneath the dress. Suddenly, I was a lot less sure about that. I put the sippy cup to my lips and sipped my apple juice. "We should see about keeping your hair that way, Floren, you're just so cute! Maybe after the wedding we'll go and see Uncle Kaiden at his hairdressers salon and see what we can do to keep you looking this cute all the time." Kaiden wasn't her uncle, of course - actually, he was her ex three times ago, but had decided after dating Florence that he'd never date women again. "Kaiden...?" The name rung a bell. Someone I dated? But I'd never dated anybody... I put my sippy cup down and shook my head. If Kaiden saw me like this, ugh... I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back in my chair. "Dun wanna." "Oh hush. Don't get worked up." "I'm not!" "You've been so good since we got you back in your diapers, don't be fussy now okay? Your hair looks so precious and we wanna keep it that way, don't we? All your friends at the daycare will be like 'oh look how CUTE Floren is’, and all the boys will pick you flowers from the garden." Each word forced me deeper and deeper into the chair. They made my heart race. They made me so uncomfortable. "I dun need..." I looked around shyly and opted out of the word 'diapers'. "I dun need daycare! I can take care of myself!" "Like earlier, with your wet trousers?" "That... that wasn't..." I remembered playing in the playroom. I was so engrossed in the toys, I couldn't help myself. "We've talked about this, darling, I know you're willful and independent, but it wouldn't be proper for me to leave you home alone when Mommy is at work. And you love your friends at daycare. You love playing, and drawing, and taking naps on those little mats. Don't you fib." This wasn't even an argument, though; this was the equivalent of holding a stick with a string out idly for a cat to tug at. Her words echoed in my ears, and they echoed true. Of course I loved my friends. Of course I loved playing and drawing and taking naps. But I couldn't remember even one time I'd done any of that. Actually, I couldn't remember going to daycare at all. Would they laugh at me? I shouldn't be in diapers at my age. I wasn't a baby... I sulked in my chair and kicked my feet against the floor. "Don't pout, honey." Marjorie reached across the table and ran her hand up the girl’s cheek, brushing her thumb over her glossy lips. She knew that would make Floren want to suck on it. Simple facts Marjorie had always known. Mommy touched my lips and I took the tip of her thumb into my mouth on instinct. Immediately, my emotions settled down and my eyes fluttered closed. I felt... comfortable. Safe. When she pulled it out, I smiled. I just couldn't help it. "That's a good girl," she said brightly. "Let's hurry back to the church." "Uh huh. Okay, Mommy!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like & Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon!

Feeling kinda lonely and I want to meet somebody.

My continence is very good, but wondering if it should or could be improved. I eat dinner around 5:30 p.m. and go to sleep at 8:30 pm. Then I wake up at midnight for the bathroom and then around 3 ish. Dinner is usually kind of big since I only eat a half sandwich at lunch. Today for whatever reason, I seem to have more urgency, so I tried to ignore it for 10 minutes, which was successful, then went at 10:30am. Also, after lunch I started getting urges but I was able to ignore for 30 minutes. I was wondering if it's ok to try to leak during kegel exercises or maybe even during the urgency episodes? I just realized maybe why I more urgency today, I was awake quite a bit last night, so every time I before I got in bed I went to the bathroom.

Here is a 7,000 word commission that I worked with someone on. If you are interested in working with me on a commission, send me a message and we can discuss your ideas. My rate is $15 per 1000 words. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please? I would please ask that, if you see someone sleeping or distracted next to you, could you please nudge them a little bit to get their attention?” came over the intercom on the airplane, prompting everyone who heard it to become anxious. “There is no immediate danger, I just have an announcement to make” the captain used his most disarming tone. Right as the opening bars to his favorite song rang through the headphones connected to his iPhone, Steven felt his neighbor poke him in the shoulder. Taking the earbud out of his left ear, he looked at the lady with annoyance and asked “can I help you?” “Sorry. It’s just, the captain wanted everyone’s attention” the women told him timidly, feeling embarrassed. “Oh great, this ought to be good” Steven told her, the sarcasm dripping from his lips. “Alright folks, just wanted to give you an update on what is happening. Some lights have come on up here in the cockpit that I wasn’t expecting to come on. It seems that there is an issue with our steering. Unfortunately, that means that we are going to have to make an emergency stop in Dallas” the man trailed off as if saying sorry to the passengers. A groan came over the airplane. “Damn it, I just wanted to get home” Steve said to himself, noticing the women who had touched him earlier looked at him with a quizzical look. “I have been in Los Angeles for the last two weeks for work and I just wanna sleep in my own bed.” “I totally get that. I was visiting my grandparents and, after a week with them, I just need to get into my apartment and relax with a bottle of wine” she told him, just trying to exchange small talk. “I could use a drink too. I mean a normal sized one too, not this thing meant for toddlers with a drinking problem” Steven chuckled as he held up a tiny bottle of vodka. The lady returned the chuckle. “I’m Samantha by the way” she extended her hand. Meeting her handshake half way, all he said was “Steven”. After around a half hour of talking about work, life, and their favorite moments from Game of Thrones, the plane had landed and they were ready to get off. They continued to chat on their way off the airplane, much to the annoyance of everyone around them. Once they got back into the airport, they had to head off in different directions. “It was nice to get to know you Samantha” Steve told her, a smile on his face. “Yeah, it was great. This was the most fun plane ride I have been on in a while. Hopefully our paths cross again some time. Especially if it’s after the next season of Thrones comes out” Samantha said with a chuckle. “Have a good one” she said, sticking her hand out for another handshake. He quickly took the handshake and smiled up at her “You too.” Once they finished their goodbyes, Steve want over and grabbed his luggage from the carousel. Satisfied that everything was accounted for, he headed to a group of seats and plopped down. Steven had no idea how long this delay could take. Was it just a couple hours or was this going to be something that was going to stretch into tomorrow? God, he didn’t want that. He just wanted to get home already. “Why, hello there” came from a women sitting next to him. She sounded like she was welcome a kid into her first day of kindergarten. Steven gave her a quick “hi” as he pulled his phone out his pocket. He figured that now was a good a time as any to check his emails. Continuing with that overly sweet tone, she continued the conversation regardless of what the man next to her was doing. “How are you doing today?” Getting slightly annoyed, Steve looked up from his phone and got a good look at the women. She had to be at least 20 years older than him, but she still was one of the most beautiful people Steven had ever seen. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail in the back of her head. Other then that, the only thing he noticed was her smile. It was huge and pretty infectious. It made him grow a smile on his face as he answered her with “It’s been ok. Up and down. How about you?” “That is so nice of you to ask how my day is too! My day has been pretty good. Why has your been up and down?” she answered with that same tone. It was so sweet, Steve was surprised there wasn’t sugar falling from her lips. “Well, I’m heading home from LA. I’m glad to be able to be headed home to Florida, but my plane just had an emergency that forced us to land. I am not sure how long I am gonna be stuck here and I just want to be home” Steven told the mysterious women. Even thought he had just met her, she felt so easy to talk to. Like he had known her for a long time. “That’s too bad that your plane had to land. Ironically enough, I am on my way to Florida too. My son and daughter live there and I haven’t visited them in a while. They are around your age. I hope the plane that you were taking is not the one I am gonna be taking” she said, her tone changing from sweet to slightly worried. “I’m sure everything will turn out fine” Steven said, trying to reassure the women. As the were chatting about her kids, he tried to catch glimpses of what she was wearing. From what he could gather, it looked like yellow sundress with white flats. She looked like she was about to go to a garden party, not an airport, but to each their own. After about 45 minutes of talking about her kids, his life, and just random topics, they both stopped when they heard an announcement over the intercom. “Attention, flight 232 from Dallas to Orlando has been postponed until tomorrow. Again, flight 232 from Dallas to Orlando has been postponed until tomorrow due to unforeseen technical issues. We are sorry for the inconvenience.” Both of them looked at each other. “Is that your plane?” Steven asked, knowing full well that it was his. “Yup, how about you?” she asked back, figured she already knew the answer. “Yeah…” Steven trailed off, frustrated that he wouldn’t be able to home tonight. Another night of sleeping in a hotel bed is the last thing he wanted. “Great looks like we are both stuck in Dallas tonight. Plus, it’s only 1 in the afternoon, so we are stuck for most of the day. This is just the worst day” the lady had been looking forward to seeing her kids today and the stupid electrical failure has screwed over both her and her new friend. As if out of nowhere, Steven looked at his stranded friend. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught your name. We just got to talking and things moved pretty quick from there. I’m Steven by the way” he told her, holding out his hand. “Oh, of course. My name is Anna” she said, completely bypassing his handshake and leaning over to embrace him in a hug. It had been forever since Steve had been hugged and, quite frankly, he had missed that feeling. This hug seemed to be even better than most. It reminded him of the warming hugs that he would get from his mom when he was a kid. “It’s nice to formally meet you” Anna said as she released him from the hug. To her, handshakes were only for the boardroom. She was a very loving person and hugs were one of the ways she showed that. “Steven is such a pretty name. I told myself that, if I ever had another son, I would name him Steven.” Blushing, he looked at his shoes. “Thanks, I like my name too” he whimpered, not really knowing how to take compliments. In addition to that, there was just something about this woman that made him feel like a kid. Maybe it was her mannerisms or the way she talked, but he felt like he was a kid again. He didn’t hate it either. “Well, since it looks like we are gonna be in Dallas for the rest of the day, do you wanna go grab some lunch or something? You are the only person I know in this city. Unless you are busy” Steven asked, not wanting to impose. “I have a better idea. Can you give me a couple minutes to grab my stuff and then we can talk about it?” she asked, getting up before the question even ended. “Um...yeah, sure” he said. Anna didn’t even turn to respond to his answer as she walked down the terminal. As she strutted away, Steven had to admit to himself: she had a great butt. Even though she looked to be in her early 40s, she still looked very good. About 15 minutes later, Anna returned to her seat with her luggage as well as a fresh cup of coffee. “Are you still interested in hearing my idea?” she asked, whispering to him as if it was some secret. “Yeah, let’s hear it” was all the Steven responded with “I was thinking of renting a car and driving to Orlando instead of spending another day, and possibly more, here. You are more then welcome to come with me. After talking and just feeling you out, you seem like a nice enough person. I could pay for the rental and everything that goes with it. I would even pay for gas” Anna laid out the plan, trying to make it sound as enticing as possible. Steven had to think about this for a minute. How well did he really know this women? Yes, she seemed nice, but she could just be faking it to get something out of him. “What’s the catch” he asked with a joking tone, but he really wanted to know. “That's what I wanted to talk to you about” she lowered her voice from a normal speaking voice to a whisper once again. “I want you to be my baby” Anna said bluntly...

First, congrats on standing up. I did the same thing many years ago. It’s not an easy journey, but something I HAD to do. Regarding the Molicare diapers, while they are super soft and cut to fit just right, they don’t hold together for long periods of time. You experienced that. Believe it or not, the Tranquility ATN will hold almost as much (as will the Smartcore), and both are thinner. Good luck to you. Doing what you’re doing isn’t easy, but is necessary for your well being.

A lot depends on your reason for wearing. If it's just for light bladder leakage once in a while, a pull on disposable under pant will probably work well enough. If you wear with the idea of just wetting in them or messing in them when you need to go, they won't hold up. They are not designed to hold full wetting or multiple wettings. It's the difference in trying to haul a load of items in a sub compact car or an SUV with fold down seats and a back hatch. Pull on disposable underwear are really designed to be worn all day for those drips and light bladder leakage and Stroller hit it right on the head. You can take one off without undressing but you can't change into a new one without taking off your pants (women in skirts being the exception). If you wear just for the feeling of something bulkier between your legs without the idea of using it for it's intended purpose, pull on disposable underwear would be good if the feeling works for you. The fact is, they usually work well enough for those light bladder leaks people sometimes have, but most people here on this site are into an AB or DL diaper fetish and their purpose in wearing something is because they want to wear a diaper to look and feel like a baby, or they want to wear a diaper because they have a diaper fetish and they fully use their diapers to capacity for their intended use. Like the compact car and SUV, each are similar but both have different functions and one might possibly do in an emergency but the other would be far better to use for the situation intended.

Things are beginning to heat up

She is with him now. No updates this time. There are new rules. Everything is on her terms and she does not want to be bothered while she is relieving her sexual frustrations. She was nice enough and changed my diaper before she left for the hotel.

Hey everyone, I know I said I wanted to wrap this up in just one more installment, but it was shaping up to be really long, so I decided to break it up into smaller pieces. I'm hoping to get it done in just one more chapter, but I may need another part to wrap it up (maybe just a little epilogue.) There's not going to be any more voting from this point out, but don't worry-- the first part of the superheroine story will be ready to post next week... and for those of you in the Art Appreciation tier, I'm currently trying to put together a little treat that ties into it, so stay tuned. As always, if you're enjoying the story and you want to see more like it then don't forget to leave a comment below. .. and if you'd like to read more stories like this, please consider joining my Patreon or visit my blog. “It’s not possible,” Megan Simmons whispered to herself, scanning the report with an increasing sense of paranoid vertigo. She had, of course, made her own adjustments to the AI system, wrote new code that should have eliminated herself as a potential candidate, even gone as far as to remove her record from it’s memory entirely... how could it know so much about her? Subject intends to use the program to satisfy her own deeply repressed infantilist fantasies, read one section. Subject continues to masturbate at her work station, she read, her face flaring bright red, and on several occasions, removed at least 90% of her clothing to do so. Megan read on, scanning the document with sweat trickling down her forehead; Subject’s increasing sadism towards the residents of the nursery is marked by an increased use of adult protective undergarments... subject now uses an average of three of these undergarments a day and switches to a thicker brand of diaper at night, it wrote, chilling her to the bone-- how could it know what she did outside the office? Frantic, Simmons fingers flashed across the keyboard... she had to get rid of the report first; it wouldn’t do to have Mr. Milken and the rest of the board discovering what she’d been up to. Her blood turned to ice when she realized she’d been frozen out of the system. “‘Access suspended’?!” she uttered, shocked... how could it lock her out with her knowledge? She made another effort to force her way in... but the screen suddenly died, staring back at her like a big black eye. Her next option was fleeing the scene. She hated the idea of resigning... of losing the project, not to mention the possible liability she’d opened herself up to if anyone found out what she’d really been up to with Ashley, Monica, and Becky... I can start over, she thought, mind racing as she tugged her clothes on quickly, stumbling towards the elevator. Drop out, get a new identity... start fresh. She had copies of all the plans and blueprints... it would be easy enough to go to some other country where the laws were more forgiving and try again... all she really needed was-- The room went dark, the power dying. Megan hit the call button repeatedly, to no avail. The only source of light left in the command center was coming through the large two-way window looking in on the nursery, bathing the room in an eerie glow. Suddenly fearful, she turned in place, looking frantically for a way out. Ms. Simmons elicited a piercing scream when the window suddenly exploded inward, turning and covering her face from the glass that showered the room. She looked up and saw the mechanical arms slithering in through the window, searching for her. She realized she had only one chance... the app on her phone could still repel the automatons, if she could just reach it. Pulling open her purse, she frantically sifted through, sighing with relief when she found it. In seconds she had swiped it on, typing in the first two digits of her password-- and then the hands were upon her. “No!” she cried, clinging fiercely to her phone as she felt herself lifted into the air. Megan was able to enter the last of her password and access the home screen. With her thumb moving towards the app icon on the screen, she allowed herself a smile, imaging the hands retracting from her like chastened dogs the moment she made contact... A sudden yank caused a violent shift in direction... Simmons’ heart plummeted into her stomach as the phone slipped out of her fingers and skidded across the floor and under the desk. “Noooo!” she screamed, fighting uselessly against the steely fingers she knew all to well would never let go. “STOP!” she demanded as she was pulled quickly (but carefully) through the broken window. “You can’t do this!” In their bassinets, Ashley, Monica, and Becky stirred. Swaddled up tightly in their blankets, pacifiers strapped into their mouths, diapers all messy and stinky and awful beneath them, squishing beneath their dainty little butts, they shifted and squirmed, trying to get a good view of what happened next. The machines, weather consciously or not, positioned Ms. Simmons in the air in a way that allowed them a perfect view. “Stop! I order you to stop!!” Megan demanded, kicking and screaming as best she could. She shrieked as her pants were tugged down to her ankles, exposing her soggy Depends to the room. (In their bassinets, the girls giggled, overjoyed to see the sadistic Ms. Simmons hoist by her own petard... but the best was yet to come. “I order you to stop!” she roared, her voice frayed and uneasy. “I salvaged you... you are my project! Mine! And you will obey my commands, you worthless machine, or-- Ahh!” Megan squealed, the arms flipping her over in the air. Dazed, Megan’s struggles redoubled when she realized that her soggy, padded bottom was stuck up behind her. “Don’t you even think about it!” she growled, kicking and punching the air. “I’m warning you! I’ll have you melted down for—OW!” The first spank landed on her diapered bum with a loud pop, making her jump. “S-T-O-P! You mechanical bastard! I’m ordering you to stop!” she cried, her voice shrill and shaky. Her response came in the form of a flurry of stinging spanks, a prickling, stinging heat building up in the seat of her Depends. This was soon followed by the sensation of fingers tucking themselves into the waistband of her diaper. “Don’t you dare!” she roared, struggling fiercely... all to no avail. Within moments, her soggy pull-up had joined her pants in a tangle around her ankles, her ass all bare and pink in the air behind her. A stinging crack across her naked bum made Megan thrash in the air, but she was helpless to prevent another landing on the other cheek. “I ORDER you to STOP!” she bellowed, but it was too late... within just a few seconds she was in the midst of a brisk spanking, her buttocks turning bright pink. She felt exceedingly foolish trying to kick her legs behind her with her pants and pull-ups tangled up around her ankles, but she couldn’t help the urge... particularly when the prickly, stinging heat began building up in her seat. “You can’t do this!” she screamed, reddening butt-cheeks wobbling under the automatons’ sustained spanking assault. “I created you! I saved you from the garbage dump! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” she cried, furious, tears of anger leaking out the corners of her eyes. But if the machines were listening to her howls, they gave absolutely no sign, and the spanking was unrelenting, the blistering, open palmed swats not stopping until her bottom was blazing bright red behind her. At last, the spankers relented, and Megan emitted a sob of relief. Hovering on the edge of tears, her anger as hot as her throbbing backside. She was already plotting her vengeance against the treacherous machine, envisioning all the ways she would personally dismantle it... A familiar whirring and clanking from behind her drove all thoughts from her mind and forced her to stiffen. Suspended in the air, her bare butt stuck up behind her, searing and throbbing in the cool air, pants tangled around her ankles, her eyes widened when she realized she was totally vulnerable to whatever the computer had in mind for her. With sweat trickling down her forehead, she sensed the hands coming closer and closer... but she couldn’t bring herself to peek over her shoulder to see what was coming next. “OOOoooouuuu!” She let out a shocked squeal when she felt a fat finger smear her asshole with a gob of gooey lubricant. She turned her head just in time to see the thermometer coming at her, it’s large, round bulb aimed straight at her greasy little anus. She opened her mouth to protest, but it was too late-- the cold glass tube slipped up her butt with almost no resistance at all, plunging deep into her rectum, until only the tip was left poking out between her buttocks. At first, Megan continued her fussing and squirming, but it only exacerbated the strange sensations emanating from her backside-- so she forced herself to lay still, seething, her hands curling into tight little fists. She hung suspend like this for a few minutes, her discomfort and humiliation forcing occasional outbursts of rage at her mechanical tormentors. “You’ve just made a huge mistake,” she forced out through gritted teeth, “I’m personally going to see you carted off to the scrapyard for thiiiiIIIIIEEEE!” Her threat trailed off into an outraged squeal as the automaton quickly popped the thermometer out of her butt with one swift yank. Megan watched the glass cylinder and the hand carrying it retract inside an opening that then closed itself. “Analyzing,” the computer announced in monotone. “I hope you choke on it!” Megan spat, still struggling defiantly. Taking no notice of her struggles the machines pulled Megan upright in the air, the hands quickly and efficiently stripping her of her blouse and her bra, as well as removing from around her ankles the tangle of fabric her pants and pull-ups had become. In moments, she was naked and struggling, her beautiful bare tits and red, spanked ass wobbling in the air as she struggled. “Analysis complete,” The computer said, it’s cool voice filling the chamber. “Subject’s temperature is elevated... analysis reveals subject’s core temperature is 100.8-- a full two degrees above normal. Medical treatment authorized.” “Oh NO!” Megan cried, kicking and fussing even harder than ever now, knowing what was coming. “I DO NOT GIVE YOU AUTHORIZATION FOR THIS... DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU BASTARD!? YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO-- UUMPH!” A thick rubber pacifier silenced her tirade, and a firm leather strap with a solid brass buckle made absolutely sure it stayed in place, silencing her protests... but not quelling her struggles. She found herself turned and twisted in air until she was once more suspended straight out, looking down at the floor, her naked, jiggling hiney conspicuously vulnerable behind her. 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That is why I said a weak or "mild" solution and lukewarm water which will do fine if you rinse well before and after. If you only wet, you will only want enough power to remove some residual urine materials, not de-grease. I have been using it for dcades and the Comco material outlasted the elastics, some of which I have that are over 10 years old and the material is in better than fair condition Clohtes detergents are also a good bet as they use surfactants (surface acting agents) these have a molecular structure with two "ends" one is water-repellent and the other water-attracting. The first end latches on to any dirt or oil on anything and the second latches onto a water molecule. This pulls the whoe away from the surface and takes the contaminant with it. The first of these was Dreft. Because these use attraction and repulsion, they can be milder than soap and are often low-suds to be used in HE washers. Again it is not a case of more is always better Stay away from ANY bleach, even Oxy, which depletes the softener

Since my accident I do mess at night sometimes, but not often. When I'm put in diapers during the daytime I do mess without hesitation. She never complains about changing a messy diaper.

Part 10 Kara looked strangely happy as the lid of the trunk closed, sealing her in. She had promised me that she really didn't mind, but I still felt bad - I was the new girl, she should get to ride in the carrier. My heart skipped a beat as the moment neared, when my Keeper would lift me into the carrier and settle me in before locking the door and securing me in place... I felt giddy, hoping dreamily that the reality of the situation would live up to the fantasy in my head. Kara's Keeper walked toward the driver's seat as my Keeper opened the back door, pulling me along by the leash attached to the ring at the front of my collar. She didn't need it, I'd go anywhere and do anything she wanted, but I wasn't about to turn it down, either. I felt so safe on the end of that leash, so secure... so loved. The carrier was gorgeous, a clear clamshell design with a wire door, sitting in place of one of the segments of the bench in the back of the car - I could actually see Kara laying down through the back panel of the carrier - it filled the same space as the seat once had, after all... I just hadn't thought about that. She looked comfortable, laying on one side and hugging a long pillow... the carrier looked lavish, however. Velvety cushions lined the bottom of the device, white and fuzzy - they looked so soft. Mistress pulled me to the opening and guided me inside, where I settled down quickly on the soft fabric. It made me realize that Lana must love Kara just as much as I loved my own Keeper. The door to the carrier clicked closed as the latches on the top and bottom were secured - I couldn't get out if I tried. There was something comforting about that, about knowing that I had no choice, about knowing that Mistress would care for me no matter what, that she would make my choices for me. That she loved me just as deeply as I loved her, that she would forever. It was dark in the trunk but with a little maneuvering, I could see Kara. I placed my hand on the clear plastic that separated us and smiled at her, trying to reassure her. She was hugging a pillow and scooted nearer to me, as best she could among the empty reusable shopping bags and other odds-and-ends scattered about her. "Sorry you're in there," I said quietly. "It's okay," she smiled back. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder and across her t-shirt... she was so pretty. "Lana's going to take me out to dinner and- " "Eleni!" the voice of my Keeper split the air like the crack of a whip, sharp and warning. I jumped, bonking my head on the roof of the carrier as I scrambled to turn around to face her... she sounded cross. But when our eyes met she had a small, amused smile dancing on her lips. "You're cute and I love you." My whole world melted at her praise, as the fear was washed away in the warm glow of her kindness. She had only been teasing. She loved me. This was my first car trip as a Pet, and I was quite excited - enough to ignore the irritation of the navy blue top my owner had put on me - it was cute, a good cut... but I much preferred going topless. I was practically an animal now, why bother? The thought stirred something in me and without thinking, my hand slid down to the crotch of the thick pink diaper. It was so soft, so comfortable. Before the Bond, I had only been mildly curious about diapers - it was part of being a Pet, but I figured I'd find them confining and stupid, I had been much more excited about the collars and mittens and kneepads... but I had been very pleasantly surprised. Now I never wanted to be out of that thick padding. The rustle of the plastic covering only excited me further as I dug my fingers in, pressing on that soft pink shell. Mine were so much cuter than Kara's too, I almost felt bad for her. Diapers had become the second or third most enjoyable part of being a Pet, the soft squish of the padding felt so wonderful... almost as good as the next fresh, dry one my Keeper would tape me into would be. Changes were guaranteed moments of intimate attention and bonding. And sex. Sex was always a real possibility with changing times. I had never orgasmed in my pre-Pet life. Now I did multiple times per day. "Eleni no," Lana's voice came from the driver's seat. "You need to control yourself, we're going in public." My cheeks flared crimson as I looked out of the grate covering the front of my plush, tiny prison. My own Keeper was grinning at me, I had been scolded by Kara's keeper - that was somehow even more embarrassing. "Sorry," I whimpered as I withdrew my hand. "Good girl for listening, Eleni. You're such a good pet. Your Keeper will take oh-so-good care of you when we get home, I promise. My pretty pet, my sweet girl." * * * I rolled my eyes at Eleni getting caught touching herself during the car ride - though it had happened to me early on, too. The sensations that came along with the body changes, the way your Keeper's words could light your brain on fire... it was often just too much, touching yourself was the natural response. Still, it was strange to see someone else in a familiar predicament. I hadn't ridden in the trunk of a car in a long time - it actually wasn't that bad with the seat section removed and some view into the cabin. The worst part of trunk-riding was the isolation and fear that someone was going to rear-end the car and cause serious damage... even though most cars were designed with protecting Pet passengers in the back, it was still nerve-wracking. The drive was over quickly enough, Eleni and I chatted about My Best Friend's Keeper, though if I were completely honest about it, there was still a tiny tension, some small discomfort between the two of us. I gladly and gratefully stretched my legs after Lana let me out, pouting only the smallest amount as she secured the clip of the leash on my collar. The tiny weight of the clip dangling from my throat was irritating, a constant reminder of my position. The most infuriating part about it was my complete inability to remove it... it was just a simple clip, before Lana's conditioning I could have reached up and undone it - but just like the diapers, my hands just didn't work the way I wanted them to. "Mmm," a happy murmur from Eleni brought me back to reality and I looked over to see her rubbing her face against Celia's shoulder while the newest Keeper of the house clipped Eleni's leash on. And she loved it, she preened as the clip closed. Celia turned away and an enormous grin spread across Eleni's stupid face as she fumbled with the clasp. She liked it. That was now the most infuriating thing. She trotted along happily, half a step behind Celia as we headed into the store. There were many Keeper/Pet pairs shopping, and several individuals - Unbound or Keepers, no Pet would be shopping alone. I felt a hand on my butt and spun around, tugging on the leash slightly and halting Lana's steps. "She's so cute!" a young voice said - the voice of the hand that was squeezing my diaper. My eyes narrowed sharply as I glowered at the high schooler - a popular-girl type, the sort of girl I would have gotten along with in my own youth, but now I just couldn't stand them. It was looking at who I had been, when I had complete freedom. She had dark roots that faded to a blonde similar to my natural color, wavy and beautiful. She wore a purple sweater with the sleeves bunched up and a short black skirt... she couldn't be older than seventeen or eighteen, and neither were her two similarly peppy friends. "Look at her, you're so lucky! I want a Pet like her." "Fuck off-" I began, but was quickly cut off. "Would you like to pet her?" Lana offered, stepping closer. "Oh yes!" she crowed, her eyes lighting up as she bounced and clapped a tiny, fluttering clap. "Lana, I don't-" "Hands and knees, Kara," Lana said sternly. "We don't curse at people." "Oh, they can pet me!" Eleni offered quickly, stepping over in some misguided attempt to rescue me. My heart thundered in my chest as Lana glared down at me, pulling slightly on the leash to remind me it was there. I felt my knees quiver under her gaze and I broke eye contact, looking down... which triggered a chorus of giggles. My cheeks burned as I weighed my options. Defeat was inevitable, I was going to end up on the ground in this store in front of those girls. Resistance wouldn't get me what I wanted. I dropped to my hands and knees on the cold floor and took a deep breath... when I opened my eyes, Eleni was right there next to me and moments later, young hands were sliding through our hair as we were showered with compliments on how shiny our hair was, how soft it was, how cute we were, how cute the diapers were... and my reaction could not have been more different from Eleni's. I loathed every microsecond, every displaced strand, every vacuous compliment. Eleni preened, thanking them, turning her head this way and that so they could get to a spot behind her ear, and she actually encouraged them to stroke her nose! I enjoyed that, but only when Lana did it, I'd never let a stranger touch my face willingly. "Thank you!" the apparent clique-leader beamed as she reached behind my ear and scritched. I wasn't sure what came over me but the urge to snap at her, to bite her, came out of nowhere - like an itch at the back of my brain. I felt my lips curl back and my teeth bare as my mouth opened... and a jerk on the leash snapped me out of it. "She's a good girl," Lana said, leaning down and lifting me into her arms. I felt shaky, my heart was beating like a hummingbird trapped in my ribcage and I wrapped my arms around her neck, burying my face and inhaling her scent. "She's not great with strangers, we're working on it." "She's adorable," one of the other girls sang, deepening my embarrassment. "This one is such a sweetie, though. Look at her! Do you like being a Pet?" "Oh yes," Eleni squeaked gleefully. "It's the best thing ever! My Keeper loves me and we're here to buy me my very own carrier and cage!" "Oh. My. God," the first girl gushed. "I want a Pet so badly." "I hope you're the Pet," I muttered into Lana's neck, grouchy and grumpy that this was even allowed. But I had been them once. Waiting and watching for my own Pet. A dream long gone. Eleni was the total and complete opposite and I could practically feel Celia bursting with pride at her humiliating display. I felt Lana's hand gently patting the back of my diaper as she held me in her arms... and for the first time I wished that I did feel the way Eleni felt, gleeful and giddy at being a Pet. I wished it could have been that easy for me, to give in that way, to enjoy my position as completely in public as I did in private. In Lana's bed, I was all Pet and that was great... I just couldn't seem to get over the eyes and hands of strangers. "They were nice," Eleni laughed as we resumed walking, me in Lana's arms. This wasn't so bad. The cage display was just as magnificent as I remembered. A line of them half the length of the store, gleaming and glorious. Cage after cage, promising to hold Pets safely, to give them a space of their own, a place to cherish and feel safe, a place to keep them out of trouble. They ranged from simple to extravagant - bare metal all the way up to plush mini-houses complete with TVs. I sure wouldn't mind one of those, but I knew it was unlikely. Lana was a far cry from rich. Mine wasn't one of the very basic models, but it wasn't fancy either - it had a soft bottom to it and places where Lana could reach in and touch me easily. I wouldn't like the very basic ones, I'd feel quite cut off from her if she couldn't pet me at all while I was in it. Eleni's eyes were wide, her hands clenched at her chest, gaping at the array. I remembered that feeling. It was weird, but I really liked my cage - I knew I should hate it, that I should rail against it and refuse to go in it... but I didn't. My mind drifted back to Eleni in my spot, Celia in Lana's spot, and my cheeks burned with unbidden shame at how I had acted, at how I had screamed at poor Eleni, the awful things I had said. My chest felt tight, my eyes stung as I clung to Lana tighter. My Keeper. "I want to be more like Eleni," I whispered, not really to Lana but to the world. "I want you to be you," Lana whispered back, planting a kiss on my cheek and warming my heart. "Now let's help Eleni pick out something comfortable."

The first post contains a link which on my computer opens a PDF entitled “T h e T w e l v e M o n t h D i a p e r - T r a i n i n g P r o g r a m”. Perhaps it’s a regional issue. Whatever, here’s another source for the document http://www.bedwettingabdl.com/12_Month_Diaper_Training_Program_For_Becoming_incontinent.html

Update: So we are stumbling along. I haven’t gone 24x7 but around 24x3 as I experiment – more like 24x5 this week I suspect. I have enough nappies for a couple of weeks 24x7 and I will probably try that after Christmas. This week I tried a short (3 day) business trip in nappies. This would be a scenario I'd commonly have to deal with. I don’t think people realise how much logistics is involved in being able to get away with peeing in your pants instead of a toilet! My trundle bag was 50% filled with nappies for a start. Who needs clothes anyway? I only had one spare pare of pants so at the first leak it would have been game over. I also had only just enough nappies. I forgot to pack sudocreme and had to go buy some. When you're wet for days at a time, nappy rash is a thing. Plastic bags to wrap used nappies have to be bought since the greenies had them banned at shops and public rubbish bins are now rare in case terrorists use them to conceal bombs. What a world we live in. For insurance, at nights (protect hotel beds) and on aircraft I wore a Babykins dual-layer terry lined waterproofs over the top of my Molicare Maxi. This was hot and did unfortunately bulk things up a bit but proved a lifesaver on my return flight. I was flying in the mid-afternoon and so I’d figured I could just stay in the Molicare that I’d put on after breakfast until I got home about 9 hours later. To help see me through, I did cheat and tried for a tactical pee in a toilet but of course this had to be done in a cubicle because I needed to pull down the front of my plastic pants and nappy. The angle was awkward and my urethra was kinked so I think most of my pee ended up draining into my pants anyway as I tucked myself back in and unkinked things. At least in Australia, we do not have the dreaded body scanners on domestic flights (yet...). There is no problem going through airport security slightly soggy. The weather here in Eastern Australia has been horrendous with a tropical cyclone throwing out massive amounts of rain and storms right down the coast. First the flight was delayed 45m and second, when it took off, the turbulence was so bad that there could be no cabin service and the seatbelt light remained on for practically the entire flight – it was an awful flight. In trying to track around the severe turbulence that the flight crew had warned us about, the 2 hour flight became closer to a 3 hour flight. I don’t know what the passengers who were NOT in nappies did but I know what I did: I just tried as far as possible to keep the taps open and slowly dribble near constantly into my pants to avoid flooding. At some point, some trickles from my nether regions gave clue that I might be wetting my terries as well as the Molicare but cautious probing of my pants and the seat reassured me that they had remained dry and I didn’t really have a choice anyway. Eventually I made it home. I was soaked but not leaking and I think I smelled faintly of pee. I’d been in the same Molicare Maxi for 11 hours and the padding had disintegrated and slumped down meaning that I’d been being peeing directly into the plastic backing - no wonder I felt trickles. My dual-layer terry pants were indeed wet at the leggings seat and had thus saved the day. My partner gazed disapprovingly at my slightly puffy crotch but said nothing. It was a relief to have a long shower and change into some dry Babykins cloth diapers: not that they remained dry for long. I suspect I won't stay 24x7 for too long but that's ok, it's just an experiment. I could see night nappies being more viable as a permanent escape whilst I am still working.

Chapter 4 Michelle followed Tracy out of the bathroom, stark naked. Not once complaining about being lead around in the nude; down the hall and into a bedroom. She looked around the room: a single bed with pink sheets, a white dresser and small desk in the corner. Tracy spotted the packages of pull-ups and diapers on top the dresser. She was a little surprise her mother just left them out in plain sight. Tracy let go of Michelle's hand and walked towards them. She pulled the packaging apart that contained the pull-ups and pulled one out. Tracy got on her knees and opened the pink pull-up: "Step in sweetie." Michelle looked down at the pull-up and took a step back: "I don't want to wear that." "Why not?" Tracy asked. Michelle's hands started to shake: "I..I don't wear those during the day." "You don't? When do you wear them?" "I..I..I only wear them at night." Tracy smiled at her. She was surprised Michelle admitted that so easily: "Well, it would make Tracy really happy if you could wear them now. Don't you want to make Tracy happy?" Michelle's eyes glazed over. It didn't seem right but something in the back of her mind was telling her she did want to make Tracy happy. She looked at the pull-up again: "Uhmm. Yes, but..." "Come on. Be a good girl and let me get these on you. I'm not sure what Aunt Ashley would do if you happen to pee in your pants again." Something happen that Michelle couldn't control. She was already worried about her Aunt. Slowly her right foot came off the floor. Tracy slipped the pull-up over it. Michelle then lifted her left foot and Tracy placed the pull-up over her ankle, and then quickly pulled it up over her waist. Michelle looked down at the crinkly underwear. It wasn't like she wasn't use to wearing them, but it was the middle of the day. She hadn't worn them during the day for quite some time. As she stood looking down, Tracy turned her around slowly and pulled up the pull-up in the back. They fit her better then she would have thought. Tracy patted Michelle's bum, making the pull-up crinkle. "You're making Tracy very, very happy." Michelle grinned. She turned and wrapped her arms around Tracy's neck, giving her a big hug without even thinking about it. It just happened. "Ohhh, Sweetie. Thank you for the hug. Tracy likes hugs. Now let me go find you something to put over your diaper." Michelle let go of Tracy and stepped back letting her arms fall beside her: "It's not a diaper!" she pouted. It always upsets her when her mother called them diapers. Tracy stopped and turned: "I'm sorry, Baby. You're right. It's a pull-up, isn't it?" Tracy proceeded to the closet. She took the pink sundress off its hanger. She walked back over to Michelle: "This is very pretty, don't you think? I think so." Michelle wasn't sure. It wasn't something she would have picked, but if Tracy said it's pretty then it must be. She raised her arms up in the air. Tracy pulled the sundress down, over her head. It came a few inches above her knees. "Oh, my! Do you look pretty. Give Tracy a spin. Let me see how pretty you look." Michelle looked down at the dress. A big gold star was on the front. She rubbed her hand over it. The short sleeves didn't come to her elbows. She spun around making the bottom of the dress come up a little. Tracy almost went to pick her up, but decided to just take her by the hand. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Tracy knelt down so that they were face to face: "Now, I want you to go in and see Aunt Ashley. I want you to say you’re sorry for the way you acted early." Michelle thought back to the swats she had gotten from her and the way she had treated her. She wasn't nearly as nice as Tracy. She didn’t want to see Aunt Ashley. She just wanted to stay with Tracy. She gripped Tracy's hand tighter. Tracy could tell she was a little scared: "Do you want me to go with you?" Tracy asked. "Yes," Michelle said, very quickly. "Okay. Don't worry. I will be right beside you," Tracy took her into the kitchen were Ashley was sitting at the table. Ashley looked up from her phone. She had been debating with herself if she should call her sister or not. She ended up just going through Facebook figuring she would see how Michelle was after her bath. She looked up and couldn't believe what she was seeing. There is Michelle wearing a pink sundress, more suited for a six year-old. She remembers Tracy wearing it a long time ago. She thinks she may even have a picture of Tracy in it. "Mom, Michelle has something to say to you," Tracy said, then bent down and whispered in Michelle's ear, "Go on. Sweetie. Just say you are sorry. I will be right here." Michelle took a step towards Ashley. She kept her head down: "I....I'm sorry." Ashley didn't know what to say. 'What was happening? This can't be the girl that was just throwing a fit a while ago’. Ashley reached out taking a hold of her wrists and brought her between her legs. Ashley could have sworn she heard a 'crinkle': "I'm glad you came down to say you’re sorry, Honey. Maybe now we can move forward and have a good summer together." Michelle didn't look at her Aunt. She tried to turn to make sure Tracy was still behind her. Tracy came to her rescue and guided her by placing her hands on her shoulders. She had Michelle walk backwards and then she turned her. Tracy bent down and placed her hands around Michelle: "Thank you for saying you were sorry. Do you want to go watch a movie with me?" As Tracy was talking to Michelle, she slowly lifted the back of Michelle's dress up past the top of her pull-up. Ashley watched as Tracy started to lift Michelle's dress. When she saw the pink pull-up appear she smiled. 'How did Tracy get her to wear that? I’m glad Michelle is wearing it. She will be better off in them.' Tracy took Michelle out to the family room, getting her to sit on the couch. Her sundress rode up and because she had her legs open her pull-up was in full view. "Just sit here for a bit. I will get us a drink and snack before we start the movie," Tracy said, before walking back into the kitchen. Her mother was still sitting at the table rubbing her forehead. She looked confused. "How, how did you get her to wear that?" Ashley asked. "I don't really know. I thought that if she was going to act like a toddler, why not treat her like one. I just talked to her like I would one of the kids I babysit when they are misbehaving. She calmed right down and even let me finish bathing her. I washed her hair and everything. It was liked she regressed back to when she was four." "This makes no sense. The way she was acting when I was up there and then within a half hour she walks down here wearing a diaper and that dress. You did something more than just talk to her." Tracy placed her hand on her mother’s shoulder. She wasn't lying. She did just talk to her: "Maybe I'm like the 'kid whisper' or something, I don't know. Really, I just talked to her. I think maybe this is what she wants. Think about it, Mom. She still wets her bed. She wets her pants. Have you ever heard of a girl her age doing that?" It still didn't make sense to Ashley: "Well, no I haven't but… whatever you did, thank you. I was getting pretty upset with her earlier and you know, I don't normally get upset. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with her for two months. I had thoughts of sending her back home; let her mother deal with it." Tracy didn't want Michelle to leave. Not after what she had just done. "Just let 'The Kid Whisper' handle it. Mom." Both Tracy and Ashley started to laugh. "I should get her something to drink," Tracy said. "I will make lunch. I will come get you when it's ready. It's almost 1:30." Tracy found a plastic cup and filled it with apple juice. She took it out to Michelle who was still sitting on the couch. She was looking down between her legs, poking her pull-up with her finger. As Michelle sat there waiting for Tracy to return she looked down at the pink pull-up around her waist. Something wasn't right. She shouldn't be wearing it. She was too old for them. Yes, she wears them at night but this was the middle of the day. Why did she let Tracy put them on her? She was just about to get off the couch when she heard: "Everything okay, Sweetie?" Michelle looked up. Tears started to run down her cheeks: "I don't want to wear this. Please can I take it off?" Tracy set the cup down on the side table then sat down beside Michelle. She placed her arm around her: "Did you have an accident? Is that why you want it off?" "No. I...I didn't. I just don't want to wear these during the day. I shouldn't have to wear them." Tracy had to play this cool. She thought all was going smooth but apparently not. "Oh, Honey. It's not a big deal. I know lots of girls that wear them. You’re fine." Michelle didn't think it was fine: "No. I want to take it off now." Tracy wondered if it was just a fluke Michelle let her put her in pull-ups. The hypnosis seemed have worked but now it seemed Michelle was not having any of it. She had to think of something else. She just loved seeing the girl that was 4 years old then her wearing her pull-ups. Tracy stood and pointed towards the kitchen: "Okay. You go in and tell Aunt Ashley that you don't want to wear your training pants. Tell her you are not going to have any more accidents." Michelle looked towards the kitchen. She started to shake her head: "No, I don't want to go see her." Tracy sat back down and pulled Michelle closer to her: "Is it because you know you should have been wearing them on the plane ride here, right? Did your mommy want you to wear them but you refused, like you are now? Then think about what you did. You went and peed in your panties like a girl that isn't potty trained. Tell me that you won't pee in your pants again. Can you say that?" Michelle felt the tears start again. Tracy was blistering her with questions and she was feeling dizzy. She didn't want to answer these questions because she knew she would not like how she was going to answer. Tracy went on: "How many times have you peed in your panties in the last week?" "I don't know. I just... I just have trouble sometimes. My mom doesn't make me wear them." Michelle had a thought: "I'll tell you what. How about you let me help you? How about by the time you go home I can promise you that you will not have to worry about wetting your pants or the bed ever again? How does that sound?" That sounded great. Michelle lifted her head up: "But how are you going to do that." Tracy could see she had found something. She had the biggest fish on the line. She just had to figure out how to reel her in. "So you like the idea of not wetting your pants and bed?" ‘Yes!’ Michelle wanted to say, 'More than anything' but she left it at, 'Yes'. "So if I help you, and I know that I can, are you going to do exactly what I tell you to do? No questions and no temper tantrums?" "I… I don't know. What are you going to do?" "I'm going to help you. Don't you want my help?" "I do. I do. I just. I don't see how you can help me." "I'm going to make sure you never have to worry about peeing in your pants in front of your friends or waking up in a wet bed. Doesn't that sound like something you would like to happen?" Michelle was over the moon about all Tracy was saying. She would soon be off at college. Not having to worry about accidents would be like a dream come true. Maybe even her mother would stop treating her like a kid all the time. She just had to have this, no matter what. She perked right up: "Okay. I want you to help me." "And, I want to help you. But, I want to be clear. You have to do everything I say." "I will. I promise." Michelle brought her hand up to her chin and started to rub it. "I need to be sure. Just to make sure you are not going to back out. I need something from you," Tracy said. "What do you need?" Michelle was almost willing to give anything. "I got it. Are you sure about this?" Michelle didn't think about it: "Yes. Please." "Okay, I will be right back." Tracy got up off the couch and took off upstairs. Tracy returned moments later with her I-phone. "Ok, here is the deal. I will help you but I need something from you so that you will follow all of my instructions and not back out." Michelle wasn't sure where this was going. All she could think about was not having to worry about wetting her pants and bed: "What do you want?" "I need you to stand right over there," Tracy said, pointing to her left. Michelle got up off the couch and walked a few feet away. "That's good. Now, lift your dress up." Michelle took a hold of the bottom of her dress with both hands. She started to raise it but stopped: "I don't understand. What is this going to do?" "Come on. Just lift your dress up. All the way up." Michelle slowly lifted her dress up. She got to where her pull-up was then stopped again. "Come on. I need it up to your chest," Tracy said, as she lifted her I-Phone up a little more. Michelle picked up the dress so that her hands were at her chest. She saw Tracy lift her I-Phone up a little higher and then the flash made her blink: "Hey, what are you doing? Did you just take a picture?" Tracy smiled: "I did. You want to see it?" Michelle let her dress go and hurried back towards Tracy. Tracy turned her phone so Michelle could see the picture of herself. She stood holding her dress up; her pull-up was in full view. "Delete that right now! Why did you do that?" Michelle screamed. "This is an awfully cute picture, Michelle. You look so proud standing there showing off your big girl training pants," Tracy said, still looking down at her I-Phone. "Come on. Delete it." Tracy pushed the side button on her I-Phone, locking it. She slid it into her back pocket: "I will delete it just before you leave to go home. Or, I will put it on Facebook and send it to your mother if you don't follow my instructions." Michelle looked like she was going to faint: "Come on, that's not fair. You shouldn't have done that. I thought you wanted money or something." Tracy pulled Michelle in, making her sit on the couch. She placed her arm around her: "You want to be a big girl right? You don't want to pee in your panties anymore right?" Michelle just nodded her head up and down. "Okay, then. All you have to do is listen and follow my instructions. No matter how strange you think it might be and no one will ever see that picture of you. But, if you don't, will I think you get the picture?" Tracy paused for a couple seconds, "Just think about going home in two months; I promise you will be going to college and not worrying about peeing in your pants. That sounds like something you really, really want, isn’t it?" Michelle wasn't sure about all of this. She was very naïve with most everything, but letting Tracy take a picture like that was just too much. The thought of being free from having to worry about wet pants and beds had impaired her judgment. She has been wishing and praying for the past 4 years that she could be rid worrying about waking up wet. Tracy had given her hope. As little as it may seem but if Tracy could find a way to cure her, she just had to try.

Although you can take a pullup off without taking your trousers etc off first, you can't put a fresh one on. That's a pain when you're in a dirty public toilet, or in the middle of a muddy wood. Hasn't stopped me so far though, although I only wear disposable pullups on long hikes these days. My cloth pullups have side poppers too, so there's no problem with them.

Chapter 2: Azure to Rust Amber fished a fresh potion out of her bag and upended it into the small cup. Her eyes were bright with possibility - red with a hint of gold. Her flowing auburn hair flitted down her shoulders with a messy finesse. It was the sort of thing you saw only in drawings - unless you had magic, of course. "Linnea, darling?” she called to her familiar. “Where are you hiding?" Amber poked her head out out into the corridor and swirled the little cup in her hand. Her impossibly red lips were turned up in a smile. Perpetually, she looked as if she wore perfect lipstick, but that was just one perk of a red witch. "Ohhhh Linny, precious! I miss you so! Come out come out wherever you are." She’s home! She’s home! Linnea finished drying the last dish and put it away quickly-but-carefully and ran, shifting to her smaller form. Her cropped black hair looked shaggier in this more childlike state and she was certainly less shapely, but Amber could pick her up that way, and she loved that. She loved Amber. Of all the familiars in the world, she was the luckiest. Her pale green dress fluttered as she shifted, a soft compliment to her light blue skin. She had belonged to Amber for over twenty years now. As a demon - an Azurite, specifically - she knew from a very early age that her destiny was to be a slave, to be harvested for spell-ingredients, or to serve as a familiar... and Amber had saved her from the first two. She would walk to the ends of the Earth, climb the tallest tower, and stare down the meanest witch for her beloved owner. Linnea's diaper crinkled as she skipped around the corner, her heart light in her chest as she laid eyes upon the most beautiful witch in all the worlds. She leapt those last few feet, flinging herself at her owner. "Miss Amber," she cheered, laughing. "I finished the dishes and cleaned the study, and I baked your favorite tarts, Miss Amber." Amber had never wanted Linny. When she adopted her years and years ago, it was only so she could harvest her blood for spells. Familiars were popular. Everyone had one, and demon blood was an ingredient in so many of her favorite potions. Early on, Amber took a page out of human Demotion and sealed Linnea in the form of a cat. Transfiguration seals were big in that day. It was a different time, when familiars were cats, toads, dogs, ravens; fae and demons were hardly seen. But a witch with a cat, that had become the standard. Soon after, witches began taking on more than one familiar - which was strictly against the law. No one could keep track anymore. Demoted humans were shuffled in with the array of transfigured demons and fae. They started to disappear. Big families with big names started to complain. So Demotion changed. Transfiguration seals on humans were banned altogether. No longer were humans turned into pets: instead, they were turned into children. It was always easy to tell the difference between a human child and a demon one. By that point, Amber’s cat had been with her for seven years and Linnea loved the attention. She would sit on her lap while Amber studied her texts. She would nuzzle her in bed at night. She would jingle the bell on her collar whenever Amber came home, so they could easily find one another. She loved Amber... When Demotion changed, Amber had a choice to make. There was no law against transfiguration seals on demons like Linnea. She could have kept her that way for the rest of her life. After all, Amber barely knew Linny's true form. But on days like this, when she picked up her small blue-skinned charge in her arms and hugged her close to her chest, Amber knew she had made the right decision. "Look at you, Little Linny! You're all small for me!" Amber was surprised to find how adept Linny was at transforming when she had spent so long sealed as a cat. But demons always had a penchant for transfiguration. "I brought you a surprise, but it's for Big Linny only." "A surprise!?" Linny lit up like the sun had just risen over the mountains. She practically vibrated in Amber's arms, the small bell on her collar jingling rapidly. She clapped her hands and hugged the witch before hopping down and focusing her energies to transform again - it was hard to do it twice in such a short amount of time, and a few beads of sweat were on her adult-sized brow when she was done. Her smile was pained for a moment before she recovered, pushing the discomfort away. Surprises were rare. Gifts to a familiar were somewhat of a faux pas - they were property, they couldn't own property - so gifts tended to be things like new diapers or a collar, or something to wear to please their owner. But Linnea had a small box of treasures in her room, such as it was: pretty stones, a few small, empty colored bottles, a simple picture book - she couldn't read, but she liked to look at the pictures - and her most treasured possession, a small lock of Amber's hair. The witch didn't even know she had snatched it from the floor one day after it had been trimmed. The auburn strands would shimmer in the noonday sun. If Linny were alone for the lunchtime meal, she would eat in the small room that was hers and look at her treasures. She never slept in her room, it was much too small to spread out in - being confined to it was saved for the worst punishments. No, Linnea had the extreme pleasure of sleeping in Miss Amber's bed, curled at her feet. She hoped the surprise would be something to add to her box... or something sweet to eat, that would be great too. Some of Amber’s friends’ familiars didn't like her because she was "spoiled", but she didn't mind. Amber's love was all she needed. She stood, looking up with bright eyes at her owner, the central person of her life, the kindest soul she had ever known. Most witches took a utilitarian view of familiars, some were downright cruel... but not Amber. "May I please have the surprise, Miss Amber?" she beamed. She was careful not to say my surprise. Amber might be lenient, but manners and etiquette were still crucial... if she slipped up in front of one of her superiors, Amber would have to punish her. It was better just to stay in the habit of perfect manners. Amber ran her fingers through Linny's black hair and smiled warmly down at the blue-skinned girl. Linny's adult form had always been pleasant to Amber. Short, thin stature. Small, perky breasts. Tight, shiny clothes. And the constant, pervasive telltale crinkle of a diaper. Yes, Amber had certainly made the right decision in allowing Linny a demon form again. Though her "demon" appearance was mostly human, the skin color was always a dead giveaway. Humans had many different colors of skin but blue, purple, and grey were not among them. And you would never find pointed incisors in a human mouth like the ones that decorated the ends of Linny's smile. Her ears were tall and sharp, poking out of her hair, and she kept her thin tail curled up around her leg as she was taught. Most demons had horns, but Linny had dodged that proverbial bullet. If she hadn't, Amber would have had her horns filed down. Amber pressed her lips to Linny's forehead and relished the smell of powder that permeated every inch of the girl. How far she had come. How low she was. Amber extended the small glass cup to her charge. A bubbling crimson potion swirled inside. "This is your gift. But-- ah, ah, ah!" Linny had reached for the glass and Amber had pulled it away. "Let me tell you about it." Amber placed the cup in Linny's open palms. Both hands. Her habits in her other form persisted into this one. Then Amber started drawing lines up the girl's blue arms. "This is going to burn. You'll feel hot. But you won't scream, because you're a good girl." Amber let that line sink in. It was important. It was an instruction. "And when it's over, your skin will be a beautiful rusty red. You'll give up a part of who you are. To me. And in return, you can share my color." The potion was temporary - only a day or so. But why let Linny in on that fact? The demon girl listened intently, nodding at the instruction... and swallowing hard once she understood what it meant, once she absorbed it. Fear gripped her as her fingers curled around the small cup, her hands shaking slightly. Those words - “good girl” - were a deep part of her; she knew she was a good girl - Amber told her so frequently. But the potion would take something from her, something precious. Her stomach tied itself in a knot of dread. It was certainly a surprise, but it was not a pleasant one. Linny loved her blue coloring, how she looked in the arms of the red witch. She thought that Amber liked it too... but she had been wrong. And that hurt, more than Linny expected it would. Her tail flicked back and forth, the tip dancing against her leg - the only outward sign of her emotional pain showing. The idea of the burning hurt less than losing that part of herself, her blue... but Amber wanted her red. She wanted that gift. There were red demons, but they were short lived and made terrible familiars. But it made sense that her owner wanted her to look red, wanted her to match the rest of her belongings. Without another word, she lifted the cup to her lips with both hands, closed her eyes, and drank, downing the entire potion as quickly as possible. Amber took the glass from her before it could tumble to the ground and shatter, knowing that the familiar wouldn't be in a state to clean it up for a while. Linnea wrapped her arms around her body and sank to the floor as the promised burning ensued. Her skin felt like it was on fire, the heat was so intense. She clasped both hands over her mouth and clenched her eyes shut, refusing to let any sound pass. She would not scream. She wouldn't, because she was a good girl. When the pain lifted, she was kneeling at Amber's feet, heaving, supporting her weight with two hands on the ground... red hands. A rusty red. "I'm red now," she smiled weakly up at Amber, her skirt flipped up and revealing her puffy diaper. Her tail lay limp on the ground next to her legs, uncurled when she had lost herself in the pain. She seemed exhausted. "Do you like it?" There had never been a doubt in Amber's mind that Linnea would drink the potion. Her skin had turned a dim, nightish red. Her face. Her hands. Her thighs beneath the dress. Amber spun her finger and raised Linny up to her feet with her magic. Her muscles ached and her legs barely supported her weight. She was so frail, so weak... Amber couldn't help a smile. Demons were frightening at first glance. Sharp teeth. Tails. Horns. Skin in strange, otherworldly hues. But they were smaller, more fragile than humans. The demon blood hadn't empowered them: it had weakened their souls. In another universe, where magic was different, maybe the demons would be superior and the humans would be their slaves. But this was not that reality. "You've done so well for me, my Linny," Amber told her, with a finger under her chin. Her lips were an inch from Linnea's, so close she could feel her breath. Any minute now, she'd collapse. She'd fail. But Amber didn't want that. Amber wanted to reward her. With a wave of her hand, she transformed her familiar to her younger form. Her body shrunk, taking on the guise of a small child. Her sharp teeth had barely come in. Her tail was wild and reckless. But her skin... her angelic blue skin was a deep, dirty red. Her clothes shrank with her; most clothes for a demon were enchanted to keep consistency between forms. Before Linny could fall over onto her diapered behind, Amber scooped her into her arms. "I am so proud of you, Little Linny! You were such a wonderful girl for me. And now I'm going to reward you, just as I promised." Amber kissed her on the nose and walked down the corridor to her study. On the wall was a large ornate mirror. Long ago, it had been magical. Now it was but a reflection of the truth. With her little girl on her hip, Amber approached so Linnea could see herself. Amber's skin was not red. She was human. But the girl in her arms matched her like a handbag to shoes. The young demon was every bit an accessory of Amber in that moment, more than she had ever been. To a stupid and imperceptive dunce, she could even pass as her child. Which was exactly what Linny would think. "Tomorrow you should turn blue again. Until then, you can suspend your services as my familiar, and take on the role of my daughter." "As... as... as your daughter?" Linnea stammered, her voice tiny and squeaky in her smaller form. "As... as a human?" She stared at herself in the mirror. Amongst the black hair, her red ears didn't seem so prominent. She felt like she could pass for Amber's daughter. Suspend your services. In the twenty-two years she had been serving Amber, she had never had her responsibilities lifted. She waited on Amber hand and foot, like a good familiar should. Fetching things, cleaning things, holding things, serving as furniture if she was needed to. She loved Amber and she showed it through service. She wasn't even sure how to suspend her services. "Oh Miss Amber," she breathed. "It's..." Black tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t cry. "It's the best reward ever. I really do look human! What am I supposed to do?" She realized she had no idea how a human child was supposed to behave. She hadn't been around many at all, and when she had, she had been focused on serving Amber, on anticipating her needs, on making her as comfortable as possible. Not observing how human children functioned. She imagined that human children didn't have the same experience as the demon. An Azurite like her had a very, very short childhood: only a few months until she was fully grown, another year before she could shift shape. If an Azurite made it to maturity, she was destined to serve and so the training began immediately. Not all did. Amber couldn't help but laugh. She never had a child of her own. To be honest, she had never even considered it. But since Linny's new form, the thought had occurred to her on more than one occasion. Children were a lot of work, but Linny was the opposite. Maybe a test run was in order. "Rule one," Amber told her new daughter, "Don't think so much. Let me satisfy your needs, just for one night. And tomorrow you can return to your position." Would Linny understand how to stop thinking? Would she understand how to relax? Maybe it was best shown by example. Amber slid her hand up under Linny's dress and ran her finger along the leg-band of her diaper. A finger snuck into the padding and pushed against the sodden fabric. Very wet. No surprise. But in the past, Amber had trusted Linny to report her diaper status herself. "Oh darling, look how wet you are. Let's get you changed, okay?" In another act against normality, Amber took Linny to the supply closet to fetch a fresh diaper herself. Every other time, for years and years, Linny was forced to retrieve the changing supplies and bring it back to her owner, wherever she was in the house. But today was different. Today was special.

Good afternoon! Here's Chapter 7 for you! Glad everyone is enjoying this so far! Chapter 7 Call me a sucker, but man, Michael was too darn cute! Before he left that Wednesday night, we actually kissed! Can you believe it?! The shy, blushy Michael quietly said goodbye, before giving me a hug, and then a gentle kiss on my cheek. Of course, he immediately apologized after I smiled, asking me if that was okay, and I told him to shut up and kissed him on the cheek in return, before we kissed on the lips. Nothing crazy, but boy, is he a good kisser! And yes, he blushed afterwards and said we'd figure out when to hang out again soon. It wasn't long before we did, either! We went on a few little dates here and there, ranging from fast-food restaurants to just perusing stores. I didn't want him to think the entire point of our get-together was to make him constantly talk about the whole diaper thing, but I knew getting to know each other a little more would make it much easier for him. Plus, I sometimes overthink things, and began to wonder just what might be needed to make Michael comfortable enough to wear a diaper or act more little around me. I highly doubted that he'd at some point just lie back and let me undress him before putting a diaper around his waist; we'd probably need to at least see each other naked first! That is...if he chose to go that far with me (and I hoped he would!). Between our little outings, we texted and chatted on the phone nearly every night, and Michael's disposition seemed much more relaxed each and every time. However, he always blushed, or giggled, or spoke shyly, whenever I would make little diaper references, or tease him with my sing-song voice. I told him that he'd better never get used to those things, not telling him that seeing his reaction just made me gush over him more. I'll admit that while I told myself I wouldn't get too attached too quickly, I was falling for Michael pretty quickly, and not just because of his blushy red cheeks. He spoke to me like I mattered, always paying attention to the littlest details and being interested in what I had to say. Even with his shy nature, he always smiled and made little random compliments about what I was wearing. I sent him a picture on a colder than usual day, and made a comment on how great my “wolf-skin boots” were (that's what he called them. They're literally boots with the faux fur showing at the top. Apparently he thought they were cool). I mean, nobody did that before, aside from the “ur hot” or “i bet ur cuter naked lol.” Guys, while there are women who are okay with being talked to that way, I will tell you now that a majority of us don't like that, especially if you can't use decent grammar or say something more thoughtful. Anyway, back to me and Michael. Yeah, I was a sucker for the guy, and I had a means of testing the waters a little more with him. He had asked me to come over for dinner and a movie on Friday night. “I was thinking maybe just ordering take-out and we can talk and maybe just rent something online?” Michael asked. “Porn?” I joked. “What? No, I don't-damn it, I fell for it again, didn't I?” he sighed with a laugh. One thing I noticed about Michael: he wasn't the best at realizing when a joke was made, and would sometimes fall for the bait and start defending himself. And I mean, almost every time. “You did fall for it again,” I giggled, “but nah, that sounds good.” So, that Friday night at 6, I showed up at Michael's place; a cozy apartment with a very similar layout to mine, except his had an extra room (his “computer room / guest bedroom” as he called it. I chose to wear a French vanilla-colored sweater and a lacy purple bra, with some very dark blue jeans and sneakers. Nothing fancy, but I didn't need to be fancy to enact the plan! We of course kissed and hugged for quite some time before actually eating dinner. Michael loved it when I ran my nails along the back of his neck, to a point where he'd stop dead in his tracks and lean forward slightly, almost in a trance...something I would use to my advantage in the future. Michael ordered a Friday night staple meal: pepperoni pizza, chicken wings, and some sodas. He insisted he pay for everything; another action that some of the guys I dated in the past seemed to never offer. Dinner went on as one would expect: giggling, telling stories about what happened at work, which movie we wanted to watch that night. After dinner, I poured myself a half glass of root beer with zero intention of drinking any of it. You see, as we headed to Michael's living room to pick out a movie, I conveniently spilled the root beer all over my shirt, letting out a quiet, “Aw, damn it.” “Oh, no!” Michael gasped when he realized what I'd done. “Ahh, my fault for being so clumsy. This is all wet, though! Doesn't look like I spilled it on your floor, thank God. I hate to be a bother, Michael, but do you have a shirt I could maybe borrow?” “It's no bother at all,” he replied, heading down his hallway, “I've got plenty of shirts you can borrow.” I nodded, following close behind him, stifling a grin. We made our way into Michael's bedroom, and I stood in the way of his doorway, letting out a sigh, followed by a, “I can't believe I did this.” “Hey, it's okay. At least we're here, right? Not like it happened while we were out somewhere.” Michael reassured me, before digging through his closet. “Um, were you wearing a shirt underneath that one?” “Maybe? Why do you ask?” I played dumb. “Well, I can lend you a hoodie and a short-sleeved shirt, just in case the soda made it through both layers.” “Good point. And no, I've only got this sweater and my bra.” With a blush and nod, Michael pulled a large blue t-shirt and a gray hoodie out of his closet, gently smiling and handing them over to me. “You can go in the bathroom to get changed, if you-” “-we're adults, Michael. It's fine.” I interrupted, quickly peeling off my soda-soaked sweater. “O-oh! Okay! Um, wasn't expecting that!” I heard Michael stammer. I gently hung my sweater on Michael's doorknob, before seeing that Michael had his head turned, in what I assumed was out of respect for my privacy. Again: so. Freaking. Cute! There was no way he'd turn his head, not even to sneak a peek. “Michael.” “Erica? Are you done?” he asked, still keeping focus away from me as I held onto the shirt and hoodie. “Michael.” I repeated. “What?” Still not even a glance. “Michael!” I jokingly yelled, startling him and making him quickly turn his head. “Are you-o-oh! Jeez!” Michael's eyes widened as he saw my C-cup breasts hidden beneath my purple bra. “I thought you were done. I'm sorry!” “Michael, stop. It's fine. You can look!” I giggled. “Relax!” He nodded shyly, eyes still wide, not moving from his position near the closet. “You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna c'mere and kiss me?” I asked in a more seductive tone. Michael came a little closer, quietly whispering, “Oh, my,” as he did so. I chuckled softly, pulling him towards me when he came within reach. “Pulled you a bit out of your comfort zone, huh?” I smirked, making sure his body pressed against mine. “J-just a bit. You spilled that soda on purpose, didn't you?” “What gives you that impression?” “You're so....so...” “I'm so what?” I asked, before Michael leaned in, pressing his lips against mine, his arms making their way around my hips. “You. You're so you.” Michael said between kisses. I tossed the shirts he gave me to the floor, before gently unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing, all without breaking away from our makeout session. And was he a fantastic kisser! My lips, my neck, my shoulders, my chest...everywhere he kissed me felt amazing. Something about those soft lips of Michael's sent chills down my spine. The bulge forming in his pants told me he was getting very turned on, and so was I. I used my nails to gently scratch the back of his head, and his neck, and his shoulders and back, making his body arch softly. It wasn't long before we were on his bed, the two of us gently but passionately kissing one another and taking turns with who was on top. It was as if something just took over the two of us, consumed by the heat of the moment. While on top of Michael, I gently undid my bra, asking him, “Is it safe to say you're okay with this?” “I am, but is it weird if I tell you I'm not ready for sex yet?” Michael said, stopping his barrage of kisses momentarily. Something told me he'd say that, but I didn't let it ruin the moment, as I respected that in a guy. Not to mention, that wasn't my plan for the night to begin with. Didn't mean I couldn't toy with him a bit, though! “A bit unexpected, but not weird at all,” I chuckled, tossing my bra, leaving my top half completely naked, “I'm not quite ready for that, either. I am enjoying this quite a bit, though. Do you want to stop, or are you okay with some other...activities?” “Oh, me too,” Michael said, his hands slowly reaching up to my breasts, before gently caressing them, his fingertips brushing across my nipples, “and I-I'm okay with other things.” “Good! You like these, huh?” I asked coyly, gently jiggling my boobs. “Very much.” Michael admitted, nodding before I leaned down to kiss him. “Hmmm, yeah?” I giggled, “You're a boob man, Michael?” “Y-yeah, boob and ass.” Michael smiled shyly, his hands still gently making their way along my breasts, sending more shivers down my spine. “I see,” I whispered, “and what do you want to do with these, hmmm?” Michael said nothing at first, instead reaching for them once more, but I playfully pushed his hands away. “Ah, ah, ah,” I giggled, “I want you to tell me, mister.” “I want,” Michael said, pausing and tongue-tied for a moment, “I want to, um...I'm, I'm sorry, I've never been good at this. Some bad experiences in the past, and all.” Wow...what did his ex do to him? I asked myself, feeling sorry for Michael. “Hey, don't sweat it,” I smiled, not wanting to break the mood, “I've got an idea.” I slid off of Michael, sidling up next to him, kissing his cheek and lips, before tracing my nails along his bare chest and stomach. I then leaned in and whispered in a gentle but authoritative tone, “Michael, I want you to whisper in my ear what you want to do. I will not laugh, or get upset, or anything like that. I see those blushy little cheeks of yours, and let me tell you, it is so freakin' cute and hot at the same time, watching you blush. Can you do that for me? Hmm?” His eyes widened, his body wiggling quite a bit (probably from the embarrassment), but he nodded and bit his lip, before finally leaning up towards my ear and whispering, “I've always wanted to try suckling on them.” I had a feeling he'd say something along those lines, given his lifestyle preferences, and given that my boobs were practically begging him to have a go at them. While I'd never had anyone suckle on them before, I'd had guys in the past kiss them and tease them with their hands and fingers. “Mmm, is that so? And you've never done it before?” “No,” Michael admitted, “and it-it's okay if you don't wanna try it. I hope I wasn't too straightforward.” “Silly boy,” I sang, “I told you to tell me, and you did! I'll admit that I've never actually experienced it, either, but there's a first time for everything. And see? You're letting me in just a little more.” “So, is that a yes?” Michael asked with hints of eagerness and hesitation in his voice. “Yes,” I giggled, propping myself up against Michael's headboard, using a pillow for cushioning, “but I am hoping you can do something for me when we're done here.” “Oh?” Biting my lip softly, I looked down at Michael and said, “If you're feeling brave, I'd like to see what your diapers look like.” “O-on me?” he blushed. “Well, I mean, ideally, yes. But if that's too much right now, you can at least show some to me.” I kept my eyes locked on Michael's, smiling to again show him I wasn't there to judge, nor belittle, nor cruelly embarrass him (teasingly embarrassing him was another story). Putting one of my hands in his, I gave him a squeeze. “I'll try my best.” Michael nodded with a shy smile. “I won't be mad if you get too nervous...now c'mere.” Michael's breathing got a little heavier, his lips quivering and shaking as he curled up towards my left nipple. I kept whispering to him that it was okay, even gently running my fingers through his hair as his lips got ever closer to their destination. Finally, I felt him gently latch on, as his hands found their way on my shoulder and on my right breast. I held my left breast up for him as my other hand held the back of his head gently, and suddenly, I felt the slow, suckling rhythm from his lips, as well as his tongue dancing and swirling across my very hard nipple. I couldn't help but moan. Never having done this before, it didn't feel weird or awkward one bit. Rather, it was both comforting and arousing for me. “No biting now,” I huffed between moans, kissing the top of Michael's head as he suckled more, “God, that feels so good.” My breasts and nipples were always pretty sensitive to stimuli, but holy hell! Why hadn't I tried this sooner?! I was so wet and turned on! After some time, Michael gently switched to my other nipple, his suckling and licking feeling just as amazing. He didn't bite, either! I was afraid I may have had to give him a warning smack, but he was so good at it. “You've never done this before?” I moaned softly. “No,” Michael moaned back, his hands gently kneading my shoulder and breast, “never.” “You're freaking great at it.” “Good.” The suckling went on for a few more moments, both of us quite aroused from the whole ordeal. I knew we weren't ready for actual sex yet, but I wanted this to end on a very naughty note, especially for Michael. Leaning down, I whispered, “I wanna do something else for you. Just tell me if you want me to stop.” Michael simply nodded his head, and I gently got up from his bed, removing my jeans, leaving me just in my lacy purple panties. I then positioned Michael on his back, gently unbuttoning his jeans and undoing the zipper, before yanking at them, sliding them off with his help. “You okay?” I asked. “Very.” With a smile, I removed Michael's boxers as well, leaving him entirely naked on his bed, his fully erect member in plain view. I didn't hear any questions from him, so I continued, gently kneeling between Michael's legs before taking his member in my mouth, bobbing in both slow and fast motions, with my tongue swirling about the tip and my teeth ever gently brushing along his shaft. Michael's hands made their way down to my shoulders, kneading me with each motion, soft moans becoming more apparent the more I sucked. “Erica,” Michael whispered, “I'm gonna-” “-thanks for the warning.” I whispered, before finishing him off. Michael gasped loudly, and I waited until he stopped cumming before getting up, a smile on my face. He looked at me, spent from the ordeal and with a big grin. This was perfect! I saw him naked (yes, I know he didn't see me fully naked, but that's besides the point) and he agreed to try to show me, and maybe even wear around me, one of his diapers! I hoped he'd keep up his end of the agreement. “Did you like that?” I smirked. “Oh God, yes.” “Good.” I giggled, before cuddling up with Michael. “I figured you would.” “Where did you learn how to do that?” “Internet.” I chuckled, causing Michael to laugh as well before he kissed me. We stayed that way for a little while, until he finally said, “Well, do you want to watch a movie?” “Sounds good to me!” We both got up from his bed, Michael grabbing his boxers before wandering off to his bathroom to clean himself up since he got just a little messy. I quickly got dressed, and before long, Michael re-entered his bedroom, pulling me into a hug. “What was that for?” I giggled, hugging him back. “Just because.” he responded, making me smile. Such a damn cutie! He then put his shirt back on, and I thought he'd go to put his jeans on, when instead, he went to his closet, fumbling around for something. I could hear various boxes shuffling around. I was about to ask what he was doing, when he gently looked over at me, a thick, white, disposable diaper in his hands. He shook and smiled as he showed it to me, and I motioned for him to come closer, sitting the two of us on the bed. “Hey,” I smiled, “it's okay. I know it's scary, but it's okay. Look, I'm right here, right?” “Y-yeah, it's just, this is the first time I'm showing someone. And I'm scared but I didn't want to disappoint you.” “Awwwwww,” I cooed, “you didn't disappoint me one bit! How brave of you! And this looks so cute!” I gently ran my fingers along the outside of the diaper, hearing a slight plastic/vinyl sound as I did so. We both giggled at this, and I gently guided Michael's hands to open the diaper so I could feel the inside. It was nearly identical to a baby's diaper, just much bigger. Michael's hands still shook, but I took one of his in mine and held onto it tightly, again showing him I wasn't mad or upset or freaked out. All of the research I'd done, along with knowing that Michael was a good guy, made this much easier than I thought. That, and it just made me even more curious about the whole thing! The breastfeeding was just a taste! “These feel pretty soft!” I observed. “They are!” Michael said excitedly with a blush, before pausing and looking a little unhappy. “Hey, what's wrong?” “Nah, it's just,” he paused, “kinda hard to believe that I've got someone right here who's being so cool about it. Last person I showed was just awful, yelling at me and telling me how sick I was. Forget everything good about me, right?” “Some people are just really stupid. Most of the people who judge about things they don't understand have some of their own skeletons they'd be afraid of sharing with others. Plus, karma's a bitch.” “That it is,” Michael laughed, “but this is just so...you don't even know how much I appreciate this right now.” “Well I appreciate you, Michael. You're a pretty great guy!” We smiled and kissed, both of us still gently holding onto the diaper. “So...movie?” I giggled. “Oh, yes! Definitely.” “And, what about this?” I asked, holding up the diaper, making him blush again. “A-actually,” Michael looked down, “I think I want to try wearing in front of you, but...” “Michael,” I playfully scolded, “it's me, Erica! Just tell me what you want.” “...um, I don't think I'm ready for you to put me in one yet. And, um, would you be okay if I had a blanket over it while we watch a movie? Just for now. I think it might make it easier and make me feel less self-conscious about it.” “That,” I said before kissing his cheek, “is perfectly fine. I'll start up the movie, and you do whatever you need to, okay?” “Okay, thank you.” Michael smiled with a huge blush. I nodded before going back to the living room to set everything up. It only took about five minutes for Michael to come out of his room. He was in jeans and held onto a blanket, but the audible sound his pants made gave him away; he was wearing a diaper, alright! I sat on the one end of the couch, waiting for him to sit next to me. He quickly undid his jeans, sliding them down before opening up the blanket and wrapping it around his waist. When he sat down, another audible crinkle could be heard, making us both giggle. “Comfy?” I asked. “Yes. You?” “Almost,” I said, before putting my arms around Michael, cuddling him close, “there. Comfy!” With a smile, we started the movie, with Michael wiggling happily every so often. My hands gently ran along his sides, his back, and occasionally, his diaper. Not the front of it, mind you, but more along the waist and the bottom. I looked down at him as I did this, just to get an idea of how he felt about it. He merely looked back up at me with a genuine smile and blush, wiggling each time my fingers traced around his waist and diapered waistband. I'll admit that it felt kind of nice and made me smile as well, each time my hand touched the fabric. I even noticed that whenever my hand got closer to Michael's diapered bottom, that he'd wiggle that quite a bit as well. I smirked whenever he did this, even opting to give his bottom a few light pats when he did so. Of course, he blushed once more, but he also smiled quite widely. I even occasionally cooed at him, just to see what he'd do. You know, the whole, “awww someone's comfy!” or “you're such a cutie pie!” This would make him red in an instant, which would then make me smile even more. The rest of our night together went on like that: pats, finger traces, coos, smiles, and cuddles. That was the first time I'd seen somebody truly happy, with me playing a huge role in getting them to reach that point. And let me tell you, it was one of the most rewarding experiences I'd ever felt. I knew this would make exploring the rest of the lifestyle easier for both of us!

About 2 hours ago! Getting ready to go clean up now.

I very much agree with what CD Tammy has suggested. LGBT organizations are wonderful sources of help and are very open minded as to what feelings of confusion each of us experiences from time to time. It was with the help of my local LGBT office that I finally and happily accepted my quite strong sense of inner femininity and have not looked back every since.

I really have no idea whether my ABDL interest stems from my childhood misadventures. I reject armchair psychology, and for that matter have a pretty dim view of professional psychology also. That said, fuck religious schools!

Yes we are this time it might even be closer to Edmonton than Our Mountain Retreat spot

The next part of 'A Too Late Magical Girl' Kristine’s diaper was soaked when she woke up the next day. She declined an offer of a change and instead asked to be taken to the toilet. With a kind smile, the ogre led her to the washroom. Kristine used the toilet and then put on a new diaper. By the time she got back to the nursery, the other girls were having their breakfast. “Is there thome place I can wash up?” Kristine asked the ogre. That ogre nanny had large tusks, her defining feature, and it made her sound like she had a mouth full of marbles when she spoke. “Would you like me to give you a bath?” she asked. Kristine shook her head. “A shower…” “Of course.” The shower was sized for ogres, but Kristine could just reach the taps. After washing off, she had Mr Bear help her on with a new diaper. The ogre was waiting outside of the shower room. She smiled her tusky smile and took Kristine for breakfast. She sat by herself, drinking from a bottle and feeding herself as best she could with the too large utensils that made her clumsy. The other Nursery Knights had already been at ‘play time’ when Kristine was led into the playroom. Mandy was seated at a piano-like instrument that was sized for the ogres, her feet dangling in the air as she played. Betty and Fiona were playing with plastic, locking blocks, building complicated structures that looked like a city. Annie and Vicky were involved in some board game, and Kristine almost discounted them, interested in what Betty and Fiona were doing, until she noted the game they were playing was chess. She stepped closer, expecting to see that they were not really playing the game but just moving the pieces. And in fact, Vicky made a sound like a horse neighing and a ‘clip clop’ of one running as she moved her knight, but the move was valid. Annie countered with her pawn, then looked up at Kristine. “Do you want to play?” Before Kristine could answer Vicky said, “She can play the loser in five turns.” “She can play the loser in four turns.” “Girls,” the ogre at Kristine's side said in her gargling marbles voice. “Sorry,” they said in unison. “You can play the winner if you want,” Annie said. Kristine watched as in four moves like Annie predicted, Annie put Vicky in check. “Who do you want to play now?” Annie asked. Kristine knew how chess was played, but the two girls played on a level that was beyond her. “I’ll play Vicky,” Kristine said. Not that it turned out Vicky was an easy opponent. Both Vicky and Annie giggled whenever Kristine made a move. In short order, Vicky had her in checkmate. “You play like a baby,” Vicky said. “Vicky,” the ogre said as if she had to protect Kristine’s feelings. “Sorry,” Vicky said. “You’ll get better if you practice,” Annie said and reached out to pat Kristine’s hand. Kristine looked around at the other Nursery Knights. These girls used their diapers like toddlers, ate in highchairs, drooled around pacifiers, and yet they were not stupid. Humiliatingly immature yes, but far from stupid. That made no sense to her. She did not have much time to think about it before the Nursery Knights’ next activity. She followed after them as they were ‘herded’ by the nannies and Colleen to another building and a room that looked like a nursery school classroom. There the girls were taught magical theory, though if Kristine had not been a Magical Girl who understood magic, it would have come across as nonsensical lessons with juvenile rhymes and games. But it was magical theory. What the hell was the Duke of Threes doing? Colleen sketched out a map on the board, indicating the nature of magic, with the complicated mathematical formula on the sides. Then she told a story about a ‘silly little bunny’ and the bunny's adventures in the forest. It was all metaphor for the theory, but the Nursery Knights giggled and called out at the appropriate times as the story progressed. Once Colleen had it all sketched out she asked, “Now, how should our little bunny get home lest she gets a spanking from her mommy?” The Nursery Knights giggled, with perhaps a little nervousness, but Kristine supposed she might be projecting. “She should ask Mr Crow to fly her home,” Betty said. “And do you think that would work?” At the rear of the class, Kristine could only see the back of Betty’s head but wondered if the girl was frowning. “Come to the front of the class and show your work.” Betty stood, and with a slight, ‘thick diaper’ waddle walked up to the board and began to write out childish numbers, several backwards. Mr Crow represented wind magic, and Kristine could see fairly quickly that it was not the best way to make this journey. Betty seemed to be getting the same idea for her chalk stopped, and she said, “I’m sorry Miss Colleen.” “That's okay Betty,” and Colleen patted her on the head. Kristine cringed slightly, but the crestfallen Betty seemed happy to be treated so and skipped back to her seat. The Nursery Knights discussed the question among themselves before finally coming to the consensus that the bunny should tunnel home. It was not actually tunnelling, but more akin to Kristine’s teleportation ability; punching holes between ‘here’ and ‘there’ bypassing the intervening space via magic. Annie was asked to come up and show the work. As they all watched Annie write the equations, Kristine noticed the yellow diaper cover Annie wore suddenly puff out, and then droop down. She had messed herself while writing on the board. And no one seemed to care. Kristine squirmed in her seat, hardly paying attention to the equations, her mind focusing on the mess what would be in Annie’s diaper. After being told her work was correct and receiving a pat on her head Annie waddled back to her chair, and seemingly unaware of the mess, sat down in her seat. She made a small sound of surprise and Kristine guessed she was feeling the mess squish beneath her. Kristine could not help but moan as she came, her pussy fluttering and warmth spreading out through her stomach. “Kristine,” Colleen said. Kristine took a deep breath, wondering if she could control herself, wondering it Colleen was about to call her out. However, all Colleen said was, “What path do you think the little bunny should take home so as not to get a spanking?” What the hell? Bunnies? Spankings? Her head was full of pleasure fog, and it took her a few seconds to remember that this was a class. She noted all the Nursery Knights had turned around and were looking at her. “You don’t have to be afraid,” Betty said with an encouraging smile. “We won’t laugh at you.” Would not laugh at her for getting the answer wrong? For cumming? If she were to mess her own diaper like Annie had? She took a deep breath, looked at the board and the equations on it. They were complicated, like physics, but like all her magic, Kristine could visualise what they meant. “The bunny thould jump in the river and let it take her home.” “The river?” Fiona sounded surprised. “But the bunny would drown Kristine,” Mandy told her as if Kristine was somewhat stupid for not seeing that. “Little bunny might not drown,” Vicky said, coming to Kristine’s defence as if Kristine needed someone to defend her. It is not me always messing my diapers, Kristine thought somewhat angrily. “But the bunny would be exhausted from trying to swim and would be too tired to get home after leaving the river,” Mandy told both Vicky and Kristine. “No,” Kristine said, and got up from her seat. Her daytime diapers were not as thick as those that the others wore, so she hardly waddled at all. At the front of the class, she picked up the chalk and began to show her work. It reminded her a little of attending university, and she had liked university. The intellectual challenge of it all. Though 'intellectual challenge' seemed at odds with the nursery school like settings and the students' dress. But the magical theory was challenging. “Little bunny would need to cweate a shell, like this, and that would protect it from drowning, and if we do this,” she altered her equations a little, “little bunny could syphon off magic from the river and end up on the bank all refreshed and ready to run the last part home.” She stepped back from the board and looked at her work. “Excellent Kristine,” Colleen said and patted Kristine on the head. Kristine looked up at her, beaming with pride until she recalled that being patted on the head like that was not something she should be proud of, nor did she want this woman’s approval. “I guess,” Kristine said, putting the chalk down. “I knew you were smart, even if you lost at chess,” Vicky said. A backhanded compliment Kristine was sure. She walked back to her seat, suddenly worried she might have messed her diaper while up at the chalkboard, concentrating on the numbers. But no, she had not, and when she took her seat, all she felt was damp padding and not a squishy, warm mess. She told herself she was not disappointed. The class ended not long after. While the other girls had their diapers changed Kristine asked to be escorted to the toilet. Yes, it would be easier just to use her diaper to its fullest, but she was worried what would happen once she went down that road. Better the inconvenience and the disgusting toilet than another option, she told herself. When she finally got back, the Nursery Knights had moved onto the next activity of the day. The day before she had seen the girls at a choral music lesson. This time it was musical instruments. Fiona and Betty each sat at their own piano, an ogre nanny perched beside them, coaching them. Vicky had a flute and was working with Colleen. Mandy was playing the violin by herself while nearby Annie was seated on an ogre’s lap as she worked the bow of a cello too large for her. “Is there a musical instrument you would like to learn?” the ogre who Kristine suspected was to be her nanny asked. Kristine had always wanted to learn to play an instrument but had never had the time. She shook her head. “Not right now.” “That’s fine,” the ogre said. Kristine was almost positive there was an unsaid, ‘there will be plenty of time.’ At first glance, the activities of the girls were perfectly suitable for the ridiculous overgrown toddlers: Silly and babyish. However, once Kristine really looked at them she saw depth in all of them. Art projects that were based on magical theory. Games of ‘lets pretend’ that actually taught tactics. Magical Tag games which were all flash and bang as the girls performed impossible stunts. Whatever was happening here, there was more to it than a group of Magical Girls being protected. And Kristine knew something was happening when she was not around. Some part of the lesson that stopped when she appeared. She was a guest, and there were things guests did not take part in. It was annoying, and it made her mad, but she saw no way around it. Everyone seemed to be in on the 'guest protocol'. Even the other Nursery Knights were pretty cagey about it. As her first full day there ended, and Kristine climbed into her crib, no, the crib, not her crib, she was still uncertain about all of this. And she was worried the longer she stayed, the less likely she would leave. She told herself that nothing would happen like that as she lay down, ignoring the click as one of the ogre nannies pulled up the crib side and locked it. She would just need to work it all out, find out exactly what was happening. Then she could leave. The lights went out, and everything became grey in the shadows. “Kristine.” A soft whisper. Kristine looked up. Vicky was kneeling in her crib, in the dim light from beyond the room she looked so much like a small child. “Kristine,” Vicky whispered again. “What ith it?” Kristine whispered back. “I’m glad you are here. We were always a little sad that we did not have all of the Nursery Knights.” Kristine said nothing for a few seconds, then asked, “Was it hard to fight the Nightmare King?” Vicky did not answer right away. “Uh uh, not at first,” she said, shaking her head. “Our Plushies helped us.” She wondered what she meant by 'not at first', but instead asked, “Which Plushie did you have?” Kristine asked. “Mr Puppy.” “Mine ith Mr Bear.” “Cute,” Vicky said. “Do you call for your Pluthies to help you now?” “Nuh uh.” “Why?” “Cause I don’t think they like us anymore.” “They don’t like you?” “That’s what Colleen says.” What did Colleen tell them? “I bet you they thtill like you,” Kristine said. She actually did not know if the Plush servants really thought. She did not know if Mr Bear had an opinion about her or anything. “Do you think?” “Yeth,” Kristine said. “I’ll ask the Duke next time he comes,” Vicky said. Kristine wanted to tell her not to. To not ask the Duke his opinion about anything. She did not though. It was like some crazy, magical Stockholm Syndrome. The Nursery Knights respected the Duke, loved him, in some odd way she was still trying to figure out. So speaking against him would achieve nothing. “You could always call Mr Puppy and athk him,” Kristine said. “Goodnight Kristine,” Vicky said. In the shadow, Kristine saw her lie down in her crib. “Goodnight Vicky,” Kristine whispered. She rolled onto her back, her nighttime diaper crinkling under her. Was there a reason the Duke did not want the Nursery Knight’s calling the plushie servants? Would there be any value in trying to convince the other girls to call their plushies? Should she make a point of calling Mr Bear? She fell asleep considering strategies. Her second full day at the garden went much like her first. The Nursery Knights went through their simple-seeming but actually complicated games and classes and past times. She was getting a feel for the girls. Mandy must have been the group's healer, her magic had a gentle feeling, and she was patient with Kristine when she explained things. Kristine was a little insulted by that, seeing as Mandy was often in a diaper, which drooped between her legs, as she treated Kristine as the immature one. Betty had the sense of a fighter about her, full of excitement and energy, enjoying roughhousing and physical activities. She laughed a lot when running around and when she talked to Kristine she expressed exasperation when she had to explain things. Kristine did not mind as it meant Betty expected her to know these things. Annie came across as the leader, though with Colleen and the nannies dictating much of their life there was little for a leader to do. Kristine thought she looked a little lost, that she was watching, waiting for when she was needed. Both sad and hopeful. Fiona was a thinker, the one who looked at problems and came up with solutions. She often was a little farther ahead than the rest of the Nursery Knights, but the girls seemed to accept that and her plans without asking questions. Vicky was the charismatic member, who smiled her way around problems and who could call you an idiot and you would take it kindly. She was touchy-feely, free with her expressions of affection. Kristine did not think she knew the girls well, however, not after so short of a time. Her third full day offered a change in the way things had gone. When Kristine returned to the main building, having used the far-off toilet, she found all the Nursery Knights missing. “Where are all the other girl’th?” she asked, walking towards the table where her breakfast awaited her. “Oh, no need to worry,” the nanny told her. “They’ll be back soon.” It was not an answer, and it was not supposed to be. So there were secrets that they were keeping from her. Not a surprise. When the Nursery Knights returned Kristine tried asking Mandy where they had been, but Mandy simply smiled and said, “It’s not important.” Kristine spent the day wondering if they had been sent off for some kind of training to reinforce their infantile behaviour. She supposed that was something they would not want her to know. At least not until they had their hooks into her. On the fourth day, Kristine got a surprise in the form of a black cat who sat on the fence near the washroom. “What’s up stupid,” Tac said. “Tac, what are you doing here?” Kristine asked. “What do you think I’m doing here. You’re my responsibility, and Gorgeous nearly put one of her unattractive shoes up my ass as a reminder.” “Am I thupposed to feel sorry for you?” “Who is this?” the ogre nanny demanded, walking over to where Kristine spoke with Tac. “Back off bitch,” Tac said. “I’m her liaison, and that means where she goes I go.” “Eventually,” Kristine said softly. Tac either did not hear her or chose to ignore her. “You want to separate a Magical Girl and her official Liaison? Go right ahead. My idiot boss would love a reason to look into this cluster fuck you have going on here.” The nanny took a step back. Having an ogre showing fear of a cat was comical, but Kristine did not laugh. “I wasn’t… I won’t… I need to let Colleen know.” She turned and nearly ran off. “Ogres. Never met one I wanted to fuck,” Tac said, jumping from the fence onto Kristine’s shoulder. “You smell like piss. More so than usual.” “Wow, and for a moment there I almotht thought I missed you.” “Of course you missed me. I’m great.” “Hath the word ‘great’ been redefined?” Tac scratched her across her face. “Fuck, ow. What the hell?” “Sorry, paw slipped.” “What the hell are you doing here?” Kristine asked, lightly dabbing at her face. Her fingers came away with a little blood on them. “Figuring things out. Don’t suppose you got off your diapered ass and solved this shit so I can go back to drinking and fucking?” “No, I haven’t figured it out.” “Too much to hope for,” Tac said with a sigh. “I haven’t been thitting around,” Kristine snapped. She started walking off in the direction the ogre had run. “Of course you haven’t been shitting around, I assume you’ve been using your diapers.” “Oh, sure, make fun of my lithp.” “I did.” “athhole.” Tac laughed. “There ith something strange happening here. These girlth are really skilled.” “In what, soaking their diapers?” That was, in fact, true, but Kristine said, “Lots of thingth. Magic, music, fighting, strategy…” “Are you sure it’s not just that you are so pathetic they seem good to you?” “I am going to kick you.” “Try it,” Tac said, patting the scratches on Kristine’s face with a sheathed claw paw. She then licked her paw pads, probably tasting some of Kristine’s blood. Kristine fumed for a few moments before saying, “I know a bunch of Magical Girlth who you are not a liaison for. How about I thuggest to them that they play with the little kitty.” “I will kill you in your sleep,” Tac warned. Kristine believed she might, but she doubled down and said, “Maybe they will play dweth up with you. Make you a cute little kitty doll.” “I will end you,” Tac warned. “Just keep it in mind. They are up to thomething.” “Well, let’s hope so, or we are wasting my time here.” Kristine did not ask about her time know what Tac would say. “What about Umon?” “He swears up and down that it was all the Duke’s doing, but the Duke played his word games well. Derrypiz is useless to us.” “Damn,” Kristine said. “Damn indeed. So Gorgeous wants me to figure out a way to nail the Duke of Threes, or at least figure what he is really attempting. She’s pissed.” “She’th not the only one,” Kristine said. Kristine was still trying to follow the path, but it was more confusing that she recalled. She was starting to think she was lost when she came around a corner and nearly ran into Colleen. The blindfolded woman looked down at Kristine, and at Tac. “Who is this?” she demanded. “This ith Tac,” Kristine said. “Name’s Tac bitch,” Tac said at the same time. Colleen’s nostrils flared. “Outsiders are not allowed here without the Duke of Three’s permission,” Colleen said. “I’m not an outsider, I’m Kristine’s liaison, and where she goes I go, so suck it up.” Colleen frowned. “I do not think Kristine needs a liaison anymore. She has shown herself quite skilled.” “Quite skilled?" Tac sounded incredulous. "She can’t even keep her pants dry.” It was Kristine’s turn to frown, but she said nothing. “No,” Tac continued. “I am of the opinion that Kristine still needs me. Of course, if you disagree you can talk to my boss. Her name is Gorgeous, and she’s got a real positive opinion of the Duke of Threes.” Tac’s tone was sarcastic. “So I’m sure you’ll get far.” Colleen looked angry, but she said, “We shall see, but you will respect the rules here and go nowhere you are told not to.” “I’ll go anywhere Kristine does bandage.” Colleen, lips pressed into a tight line, turned on her heel. “Come along Kristine.” “It’s good to see you piss everyone off equally,” Kristine told Tac. “It is all part of my charm.” “Charm? Is that what you call it?” “You’ll understand when you grow up.” Kristine pouted but said nothing. Colleen led the way through the garden, the way unfamiliar to Kristine. When she commented on it, Tac said, “Dimensional folding. The space within the walls is pretty vast.” “How do I not get lost?”
 “Teleport where you want to go, idiot.” It was a simple enough answer, and Kristine felt a little stupid for not thinking of it herself. They came out of the hedge maze into a park with a gazebo in the centre. Kristine had never seen it before. “Hey, a kitty,” Fiona said, the first to notice Tac. At her statement the other Nursery Knights looked up from what they were doing, looking at Tac who sat upon Kristine’s shoulder. “Congratulations Kristine,” Tac said, “you are no longer the most ridiculously pathetic magical girl I have ever seen.” Kristine did not know what to say to that. It was obviously cruel, but at the same time, it was good not to be the most pathetic. “Girls,” Colleen called out. The Nursery Knights who had been starting towards Kristine, all stopped. “That is Kristine’s Liaison. Not a pet and she is not welcome here, though she has to stay.” “What a bitch,” Tac said in Kristine’s ear. “Why is a Liaison here?” Annie asked. She sounded angry, but Kristine thought that could not be right. Colleen looked at the Nursery Knight and said, “She claims Kristine still needs her.” “That’s stupid,” Annie said, then to Kristine. “You don’t need her. Send her away.” Kristine was a little surprised at the demanding tone that Annie used. However she shook off the surprise and said. “No.” Annie frowned. “Liaisons are bad.” “Tac is, but the others seem okay. At least competent.” “I’m gonna scratch you so bad,” Tac said into her ear. Annie looked upset. “But… You… It’s…” She threw up her hands and stalked back towards the Gazebo. “She’s dull,” Tac commented before she jumped off Kristine’s shoulder and up into the lower branches of a tree. Kristine looked up at Tac, then back towards the garden. Mandy had come up to Kristine and placed a hand on Kristine’s face. “You got a cut here.” She felt a warm tingling sensation where Mandy touched her. It had not really hurt, but the feeling of discomfort faded and disappeared. Mandy smiled. “All better.” “Thank you,” Kristine said. Before Mandy could turn and walk away, Kristine asked, “Why ith Annie tho upset about Liaisons?” “Oh,” Mandy said, her tone reluctant. “The Liaisons betrayed us.” “Betrayed you?” Mandy nodded. “They said we had beaten the Nightmare King and they would leave and we would be okay. But it was not okay, and the Nightmare King was not beaten and he came back and would have hurt us all.” She took a deep breath. “That was when the Duke saved us.” Before Kristine could ask about that Colleen was calling for them, and Mandy ran off to join the others. Kristine followed, looking back towards where Tac perched in a tree. Betrayed? In the Gazebo she saw the Nursery Knights were gathering around in a circle on the floor, a large number of cards placed face down in front of them. She was curious at how the Nursery Knights could have been betrayed, but the game, which was a magical memory matching game, caught her attention and she decided she would ask Tac about it later. For now, she was focused on the game. Tac was to sleep with Kristine in her crib. “I think I’ll stay up here,” Tac said from where she perched upon the railing. “Who knows what has been on that mattress.” Cat shaped Tac said with a tone of disgust. “There ith nothing on the mattress, and even if there were the sheets are changed daily. Now get down here so we can talk.” Tac sighed and jumped down from the rail onto the mattress. The lights had just been turned out and the other Nursery Knights were likely already asleep. Kristine leaned in close to Tac and asked, “Did the other Liaisonth betray the Nursery Knights?” Tac stared at Kristine, her eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the room. “So there are stupid questions. I always suspected the saying that there were none was wrong.” “Jutht answer the question.” “Of course they didn’t. Liaisons have their Magical Girls best interests in mind, even if the magical girl in question is an idiot like you.” “The Nursery Knightth think that the Liaisons did betray them. That the Nightmare King was not defeated and he attacked them after the Liaisons said it was safe.” “You know you are listening to girls who crap themselves as they drool.” “They don’t drool, well, not a lot, and I think they believe it. I athked all of them during the day and their stories held together pretty well.” “Well, they are wrong. The Nightmare King is dead, the Nursery Knights ended him. If anyone attacked them, it was not the Nightmare King.” “Then it was pwobably the Duke of Threes.” “That is what I would bet on.” Kristine nodded and laid her head down on the pillow. “I just have more questions.” Tac jumped back up onto the crib railing. “Figure it out fast, sooner I get out of this place the better.”

Once you have a fetish, it's permanent - barring brain damage. That being said, I know several people that set the lifestyle aside in favor of family and other hobbies. Everyone is different though and it might not be as easy for you, but it's definitely possible to be ABDL and live a "normal" vanilla life. The folks I know that have been successful still fantasize about the lifestyle, but they fill their time with other interests.

As far as I am concerned this memo is an infringement on human rights period trump should be impeached and the people drafting this fired.

This is a hideous piece idea. We are at the point where if you support Trump then you do not see transgender people as equal to you. Whatever the reasons for supporting him in the lead up to the election and since, if you have friends or know transgender people (if you are using this site you almost certainly do) you are basically telling them you don't respect them if you continue to support these ideas. I'm not seeking to sway anyone's voting or anything like that I'm just stating a fact. He is attacking the most vulnerable and weakest people in the country, not just transgender people but other groups too. It's a dangerous thing to do and will lead to a group of people who already suffer a disproporionate amount of abuse and self-harm problems to have even more issues. In my opinion, trying to do what the article states is monstrous. I don't care what you think of me for saying it and I always try to look past people's political belief's when I speak to them... But, if you support Trump then I will find it really, really hard to respect you.

Trigger Warning: Non-consensual sex Part 5 I woke up as Lana laid my down on her bed. My head was pounding, I had passed out on the bathroom floor sobbing and scrabbling, begging forgiveness. My shame sprang anew as the center of my world smiled down at me sadly. "My sweet girl," she cooed, "Everything's okay. Everything's going to be okay." "I'm so cold," I shivered, crawling into her lap, seeking her warmth. "It's nice and warm in here, the whole apartment is warm not just the living room." I sighed with relief as the warmth returned, the crushing sadness and shame of my disobedience lifting ever so slightly as she released the trigger. She was smiling, she was being gentle... why? I had been a bad girl, I had done the wrong thing... I whimpered and hid my face in her lap. Even the gentle stroke of her fingers in my hair felt off, wrong - like I didn't deserve it. "You had a pretty hard day, huh pretty girl?" she asked gently. I only nodded. I wanted to cry, but there were no tears. I had cried them all. "Are you ready to tell me what happened?" She didn't know? "I... yelled at the new girl," I said, bringing my arms to my head, hiding. "I made her cry." "Why did you do that?" Lana asked, still petting me. It felt so good, but I was a bad girl, I didn't deserve it. I wanted her to stop and continue at the same time, all of me wanting both things. "I missed your call," I whined, rolling onto my side. "Stupid Celia tied me to the table and left me there while stupid new girl sat in my cage. I couldn't reach the phone and it was her fault! Ugh, why did Celia bond with her? Celia should have been a Pet, not a Keeper!" "Ohhh," Lana said sagely. "That's what this is about. This is your feud with Celia." "It's not!" I protested, sitting up. "This is about the new girl putting her stink all over my home!" The look on Lana's face, that flat look as her smile fell informed me that I had just screwed up. But I was just being honest! This wasn't about Celia, it was about her Pet. It was about her ruining my stuff, wrecking my phone call. "Your home?" Lana asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow. "You don't even know her name, do you?" "I do so," I said defensively, "It's Elaine... or Ellie. That's not the point. There are five of us in a three bedroom apartment now, when is she moving out?" Lana moved with a speed that I was wholly unprepared for. Her bed was in the corner of the room, she had walls on two sides of it. I was sitting at the foot of the bed, but in the blink of an eye, her hand was on my throat and I was pinned to the back wall. I whimpered helplessly... it didn't hurt, but I was afraid. Not that Lana would ever really hurt me, but she had caused no small amount of pain to me in the two years of our relationship. "Kara," she growled, her voice low in her throat as she brought her face to mine. She was hovering an inch from me, her breath hot on my cheek. "You are my property. You are my Pet. You do not get to decide who comes or goes in this apartment. You aren't allowed to have an opinion on the matter." "I'm sorry," I whimpered, my mittened hands going uselessly to her wrist. "Lana, I'm- " Her fingers were in my mouth, holding my jaw open, pressing my tongue down. I could taste her fingertips, I could feel the heat of her hand through my tongue. I whimpered as she turned my head left and right ever so slightly. I felt the world start to go fuzzy around the edges, I felt my heart race. I whined pitifully... but that was the thing about Keepers. Her instinct to dominate was just as strong as my instinct to submit, especially if I resisted. "Your mouth is getting you in trouble, Pet. You're lucky you have an apology to give or I would put that tongue to use right now. You aren't human anymore, girl. You're a Pet. You're mine. I will do with you whatever I want and if I decide that I want to take you out to the living room and fuck you while you beg for forgiveness from Celia, then that's what we'll do. Do you- " I didn't hear the rest. The world ceased to exist as I became overwhelmed in her dominance. I heard myself moaning, I felt my body go limp, a mittened hand reaching for my diaper... When I came to, I was in the cage in the living room. Celia sat on the couch with her Pet in her lap, the girl had obviously been crying for quite a while. Lana's hand was stroking my hair through the appreciation hole when the world came back into focus. "-just think she needs to be punished overtly, that's all." "I've already talked to her," Lana sighed. "I'll handle it. She's mine." They were talking about me. What had I missed? It so wasn't fair that she could do that to me! Celia was stroking the girl's red hair... she didn't even have a top on now, not even a bra. Her irritatingly perky tits were just staring at everyone. Even the thick pink diaper looked good on her, it was infuriating! "Eleni doesn't feel safe around her now, Lana. I think Eleni should be the one to punish her." "Wha- " I began, but a quick tap to the top of my was warning enough. I shut up quickly. Eleni - that was her name - sniffled and rested her head on Celia's shoulder, drawing herself closer, flinching at my sudden sound. "What did you have in mind?" Lana asked. I looked up at her - everything was large and intimidating from inside the cage, but Lana looked especially powerful right there, her arm just casually reaching in and scratching behind my ear. "Kara wouldn't tell my Pet her name," Celia sighed. "She said her name was Alpha and my girl believed her. Eleni should mount her, show her that she is the Alpha." This was too much. "WHAT!?" I screeched, yanking away from Lana's hand. "Fuck no! She's not 'mounting' anything, Celia! No! I am the Alpha. I was here first! Your stupid bitch of a Pet was in my cage, in my apartment. She's in the wrong here, and I'm tired of smelling her!" Eleni let out a choked sob, burying her face in Celia's chest, her body shaking. "Okay," Lana said grimly. "Fine. But- " "No!" I screamed. "You can't let her do this to me! Lana! You- " She reached into the cage and grabbed a handful of my hair turning my head and forcing me to lay face down in the cage. Before I knew it, my mittens were locked to the small loop at the bottom of the bars, and she attached my collar to another - I was stuck. "Bring her here," Lana sighed, opening the door to the cage. "I have an idea." "Lana no!" I cried. "Please! Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! She can stay! I'll share the cage, I will! I'll be good... " I couldn't see anything, but I felt it when Eleni climbed on top of me. I felt her breasts in my back, I saw her red hair spill into my vision. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I don't want to... " "One sec, and... " Celia's voice said from behind me, just as a I felt a strong buzzing against my diaper. A small vibrator, attached somewhere to Eleni. "Okay, Eleni. Kara is not the Alpha. Kara is a Pet. She hurt your feelings, she made you feel unwelcome, now you're going to show her that you're the dominant of the two. Fuck her." "Yes mistress," Eleni squeaked, her hips rocking. I felt the vibration grow stronger then fade as she moved. I clenched my eyes shut as she rubbed against me. "You like this," Lana whispered to me. She was laying on the floor next to the cage, when I opened my eyes she was right there. "Who's a good girl? Who's going to be my good girl? You're a Pet. You're a thing. You're mine. You will always be mine. Maybe I should bind your legs, make you crawl all the time. Maybe I should keep your troublesome mouth gagged. Oh, but I love your mouth, Pet. You have such a talented tongue. And your moans are like music to me. I want to hear it. Make the good sounds for me." I didn't want this... but Lana didn't talk to me, she talked to the Pet and I was beginning to lose myself. I was beginning to feel the heat rising between my legs again, and every thrust of Eleni's hips against mine increased that now that Lana was whispering to me. A long, low moan erupted from Eleni's lips above me... and I felt her teeth on the back of my neck. "Good girl, Eleni," Celia purred. "Fuck her for me. Show me how much you love me." "Submit," Lana whispered to me. "Submit, my Pet. You know how much I love you. You know how much pleasure I bring you. You know how good this feels. You are a Pet, you are a plaything, you are mine." My moan rose to meet Eleni's, her teeth only increasing my arousal. The grinding thrusts were coming faster now, the rhythm steady as the buzz-buzz-buzz pressed against me through the diaper. I could hear the crinkle, hear the buzz, feel her heat, feel her tongue and her teeth. "Please," I begged, not a cry for mercy but a moan of ectacy. "Fuck me... " "You're being fucked," Lana assured me. "Enjoy it. Cum for me, Petgirl. Cum loud." "Faster!" Celia growled. She was closer to the cage now... the way she was standing... oh... her hands were on Eleni even as she ground me against the floor of the cage. I felt the ripple of orgasm start deep in the diaper, radiating outward and making every part of me tingle in succession. I felt Eleni's thrusts grow more frantic, more animal, and the bites on my back and shoulder increased in intensity, in frequency. She moaned loudly in my ear... and suddenly she was pressing the vibrator deeply, fiercely between us and rocking back and forth. Her mouth was away from me, she was arching backwards in the cage, grinding that vibe roughly between us. I crested again, howling my pleasure and our voices began to mingle, to intertwine. Two submissive moans in harmony... and then the back of the cage opened and Lana stuffed a rubber gag in my mouth. I only wailed louder... but no one could hear it. I bucked against Eleni, pressing myself against the vibrating joy between her legs, writhing beneath her. The third orgasm took me and I only wanted more. I wanted her to penetrate me. I wanted her inside me, I wanted to feel... everything. And then she was being pulled from the cage. I whined fiercely behind the gag as she was taken from me. But I was pulled from the cage next, Lana cradling me in her arms as she continued to rub the diaper against me, her thumb pressing hard into the padding and stroking my button. I bit down on the gag, roaring my need into it as she carried me back to the bedroom. When she tore the diaper off me and slid her silicon member into me, I came again immediately, my nails digging deep into her arms, a series of tiny crescent moons in her flesh as she pounded me. I gripped her for all I was worth and held on as her need overtook her as well and the two of us joined as one, her hands everywhere and nowhere all at once, holding my hips, my breasts, my shoulders, my face. The gag would have intense teeth marks in it after this... I screamed as I came again, my body starting to go limp after my sixth orgasm... my needs finally sated by my fearsome lover. By my owner. By my Keeper.

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I love to hold a guys cock and aim it while he pisses into the front of my diapers!

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hi evoke i no tits bin a wile bin whiting this off and on and wot id feed bake. this is way out of my culvert zone so bare that in maid this is aisle my this is my first story so please be give me cterudof cerisisum. im or the 65% dune with chapter 2 so age feedback would be appreciated Hello everybody How are you all today is it a good day today maybe bad maybe not I would like to take you on a bit of a journey. Of mine if you don't mind the journey may be long perhaps not pleasant or even perhaps bad however. it is a journey that I wish take you on. a journey that is not a fun one but still necessary when. I feel perhaps is my wish as the author.Of this tale of justice and pain and justification how far does it take for someone to snap. how far does it take before we start just fine the most evil parts of ourselves. despite us knowing it's wrong but just knowing that I couldn't take any more of it. knowing the fact that is it something taken from us perhaps a car friend but what I say I think it's not necessarily something that from us it's something that we helped create. and all my experiences of my life I can honestly say I think the thing that would push me the most is if my own child had become an instrument of the thing I despise the most. The idea that I have a child and I want what's best for them I but I want them to not just be I want everyone to look at my child and say look at my good Chad look what a good example paper, and see them happy and healthy maybe have a family of her own and just smile and say that's my child Weatherby my daughter or son. what if this didn't happen what if despite my best efforts despite me wanting my son and daughter or daughter and son to span how you wish it. what if they were taken from me what if what if they were taken from me and not only taken for me but knowing the fact that they at least one of them has become likes torturing the other to the point where I can barely look at them look at them in the eye and ask myself what have I done in spite knowing that my spouse doesn't care and their opinion they're find what's the matter with being corrupt I'm rich or well off my Paws would you care. or what is your opinion even matter it would be another thought I thought that I pay the bills you don't I deserve everything and you don't you're just there you did your job you hell give me Jazz and now you just get to sit back and enjoy life why should we care we're fine we have enough money to last us for a lifetime you can buy all the clothes anything you want. but still what if you're a person of principle this would frustrate you beyond all imagining especially same one child being clearly tortured by the other and the other parents say no is completely fine seen so desperately seen one child trying to win the affection of the other parent and you not having any results. and even worse saying things like that's your son and daughter that your help become even more far apart and then just ignoring you and saying what's it matter if they're fine one will become a police and the other one will be left behind despite seeing the Raw Talent they possess what was it take what will it take will take him movie to Mountain will take him being straight A's he's done practically everything you asked him more and yet you'd still don't care what's wrong with you. I do what I want because I am a king I or queen because I rule this house and you are underneath me I am the one with the money I and the one with the authority and you will do as I say would be there a thought. that is the type of story I wish to tell let me give some contacts to this just a little bit this is my second time writing this so if it sounds a bit strange for give me what the story is is a punishment story is this an ABDL story yes is this a sissy story no I buy a stretch I do not consider it that but it is a punishment story no question but it says your difference is in the first couple of chapters let me be very very Frank they will be very unpleasant make a mistake justifiable punishment will come every single character in this will suffer every single character in this that has done wrong will suffer punishment justifiable punishment but let me be very clear on this by the end of it you'll truly feel remorse for every character in some sense maybe not all will be justified you feeling remorse perhaps to pay out of you it let me also clarify I don't jelly enjoy punishment stories just because all the ones I've read are you still don't feel like the punishment is deserved well let me be very very Frank that is the biggest difference. by the end of it you may or may not still be angry or sad to see it end and in the end no make no mistake even the punishers will be punished in some way not specifically punish themselves but as I said before this is not a happy tail which is probably the reason I'm writing if I'm being honest or whatever reason the matter how hard I try I can't get any inspiration to write happy stories I have for that I'm trying to write and yet I can't get any inspiration yet I have ideas constantly for these. Just because I just like them so much I don't know however I invite you to take part in this little Well story of Justice betrayal misery and pain I invite you to ask yourself a question no question this is a justifiable line I may be renting a bit but I want to make the point absolutely clear I don't want you to read the story and just never think about it again I never want you to think that there was a time and thought put into this just Mindless where it devolves into okay we can see what's coming we can see what's coming to Drury it may happen like that but I guarantee this that my story will be very unique because I've never read something like this nor have I ever seen something like this written there for my friends I welcome to take me a journey. and ask yourselves a question a question that sometimes we ask ourselves a question that human nature of cells perhaps is unjustifiable however the question still there the question is this a question of morality and human nature and that question is how far would you go to get revenge on someone that's wrong to you but and get that Revenge but instead of feeling satisfaction for a knowing that you they deserve everything they've gotten but you to suffer consequence. and the consequences knowing I had to compromise who I was to get that Revenge so in the end the question I ask you is this do two wrongs make a right? that is the question you will ask yourselves well perhaps if you have moral code or any sense of it but still is a question I wish you to ask yourselves and all the things that I've read when it comes to ABDL stories. generally what happens is it goes One Direction or one or two and you never really feels like The Story Goes anywhere you don't feel for the characters at least not to degrade and yes I understand the side nature of this change or fetish Harry was just say it is punishment but you never really feel like you got to know if I may never grow or if they throw it all backwards I can't tell you how many of those stories I see and I just wish they'd go somewhere else with it so perhaps that's what inspired me to write this and again I know I'm going on a little bit but again it is my story to tell his my towel to say why were spot on the screen in my input to say as well I hope you enjoyed my little tale as much as I will Joy or perhaps not joy-riding depending let me be absolutely clear and warning this is very very explicit and let me be very clear perhaps of you may consider this is Sissy story I do not. some may but I don't Frontier Airlines that do read this I ask you to be patient with me cuz I will try my best I know this is long but again I want to do it introduce myself as an author something I don't see a lot of you will do so in a case. I've gone on for far too long I know and I'm sure you when I get Serana actual Story made some people will skip this however I welcome you to my tail I open the curtain to a family of 5 father who is a monster a mother who is torn between herself I was wanting revenge and staying true to who she is. a twin brother and sister that could not be any more different a son that simply wants to do the right thing and be the best who can possibly be. A sister that takes after her father to a frightening degree always daddy's little girl and costly came when she wants she wants nothing more than to be exactly like her father part of the elite and doesn't care who she hurts or as long as she gets what she wants. Animes that helps watch over all of them and can only look on in horror and seeing a sweet girl devolve into a little months or herself and a son who is torn between all that just wants his family to stay together. As I said the beginning there will not be any well perhaps you could see the sun is the main hero if that's what you want to call him but make the mistakes he suffers. as much as anyone could even if his intentions are good. that doesn't mean he can solve everyone's problems and I'll be that good nature or perhaps his will that holds him together a tail and part that you will see.And in the end what you will see is it true there is not any real hero they'll just be people that suffer less is it deserved well you'll say. as I said I know I'm right here a lot but context is important and a good author knows that however I got over too long have you stuck with me as far as thank you so I raised the curtain now I raise my pain well or in this case keyboard to tell this tale welcome my friends welcome to the dark is crevices of my mind welcome to the things that I fare to write and yet here I am. welcome to my tail Earth Darkness welcome to do two wrongs make a right? Chapter one Realization and opportunity Characters Father Jonathan height 6 foot weight 300 Body type muscular Romanoff Mother Miranda Height 5.16 weight 230 body type Chubby G cup chest Maid Cassandra Height 5.16 weight 230 body type Chubby G cup chest Son Thomas height 5.11 foot weight 200 Body type muscular Daughter Ashley Height 5.4 weight 190 body type Slender DD cup chest I don't wanna clock rains and a woman drones on O what time is it she looks at her alarm clock & c 730 I suppose I should probably wake up all though I don't see the reason Though. As she wipes the what remained of the tears that she cried and sobbed last night she and the maid had been a rough night for her the night before with her husband. In to find out that their children had Been shipped off to some horrible private schools without her Being told. She woke up and got Out of bed and took a shower trying to wipe off the tears in the memories. She thought about putting clothes on but didn't see much point after all After her husband left for work it would just be her and the made for the rest the day. God knows what he is probably doing to her downstairs. As she walks down stairs she heard moaning seeing how her husband Was probably enjoying himself.She continued to walk downstairs and ammonia intensifies in a pleading as well educated guess what he was probably doing to her finger in her most likely are funneling her breasts maybe a licking her neck as well just a thought of it made her sick. he married me and sickness and health hahaha what a joke a joke so angry and torn about it I love him he doesn't love me back though you not anymore the man I once knew the man I said ideas with that man doesn't exist what was it that changed them was it the money the power. course she heard the rumors to the horrible rumors that he caught her husband costly got in trouble for sexual harassment suits how many women did he sexually harass a day honestly. how can one man be that hormonal that often all the time a thought is insanity but on same end she lived with it of all the things that he has done to her and other women. in front of her. how many times has he fondles are traffic on his butt in front of her without even caring what she thinks so helpless and every single time is Sherrod that she put on. there's got to be a way to get our family back together there's just got to. I have to get my children back but how. a single tear went down her face her thoughts that were interrupted From the mounting that she was hearing coming from downstairs. As she headed downstairs she stopped for a moment and thought maybe. I should put some clothes on. but then again really why. Really was and a need to cover up after all is she covering up for who exactly her husband and her maid Cassandra there are Something to be said about at least wearing clothes at least feel like that she had a reason to but she thought. Ha What's the point as she walked downstairs she saw her husband.With they're maid in his lap as she has a very firmly stroked her G Cup breast and Fingering her pussy. Seen her husband do these horrible acts in front of her without a care in the world. what a horrible man I've married what's even worse is she's slightly elevated her just a little bit she knew the pleasure of his hands part of her Peter a little bit excited but hated it too. toy he cracked Her Ass 2 she knew she enjoyed it just as much as she hated hearing her moan with pleasure but Agony as well hating it. she felt sorry for her made somewhat now not some way she did she was just a placing to him just another but to grab just another pair of breasts to stare and fondle another pussy to finger and play with what happened to the man she was in love with what happened to the man that used to get her flowers when they were dating in college that bad no longer exists. still doubt she was married to him and I even she didn't he didn't love her she must definitely did love him but she hated that she wanted her family back together where were her children. sell out she was hungry and she knew most likely Cassandra would be to after Her Madly Duty as he called it still no she walked over to the oven and at least thought to greet her husband. Hello Jonathan. O hello dear morning how are you As you can see I'm just you know just gain some Practice in.Yes I'm sure that you Know that your job sent you an email about the little incident the other day. O shut the fuck up Before I grabbed that nice big fat ass your ass over here and start fingering you along with the Cassandra and lay on this table again like i did last night Besides haven't got a chance to fondle your nice G cup boobs today hun. Oh yeah I sure enjoy watching my husband treat every single woman. I see as his own personal sex toys maybe I'll actually feel good in lingerie if my husband actually treat me like his wife instead of his personal I'll sex toy And cum dumpster.And also I sure do enjoy watching my husband finger play.With anything and everything with with breast in the vagina and a butt And trying to make them in to his personal sex toys. Says the woman walking around in nothing but lingerie. Maybe I would show you with a little more respect if you didn't walk around and looking like a sex toy as for that little email at work. I don't care let them bich thing though they have like it I give a little bit of bonus and I can do whatever the fuck I want why because almost every single woman I've met as either one money hungry or 2 cock hungry. enough person as when you harass at your job 9 nuff nothing is ever enough 1st often I'm richest Hill besides what are you worried about I am a man and I could care less about a of them think your my wife and you'll do as I say remember that you are beneath me yes I remember completely well Jonathan like they like now when you actually slap me well Joan faul for arguing with me you stupid bitch Have you don't want me a Benue over this table and fucky were silly I suggest you shut your corn hole I just don't understand why you want them gone dark children for God's sake. And what of it though we find Thomas will be completely fine and the Academy I said to do and Ashley will be as well well more Ashley The week Thomas son of mine God's sake as a shame like any of bed more like a sister got her bed my boy a show some god him balls don't talk that way about him our son is a good kid a good boy some EI wish. and he's wake So the Goody little 2 shoes same thing with that 1 girl 1 girl yet of hundreds the early 12 and thank God he is and take after you you stupid bastards you stupid stirred I tried so hard to make sure that Ashley be moral no not you not Mr. Daddy's girl. O shut the hell up one more goddamn Time or so help me. What what or You'll do what John will you. Make me walk around and nothing but lingerie in front of our friends like you did at that party. Or smack me or hit me and give me a black eye. Like you did last night When I was so upset that you sent Ashley and Thomas away .Or Well you fluck me silly or will you go cheat on me with a 100 girls. Or will you have me have lesbian sex with her maid again to appease you or indulge your sick fantasies. In front of our friends for fun I can't tell you how humiliating that was for. Me and Cassandra or the time that you had me have a Vibrator inside of me when our friends were. Over when you played with me really what else can you do to me you've taken my children From me. And meanwhile we all just pretend to all of our friends that were just a happy family And hide under this facade. Why don't you shut your goddamn fucking slut hole before I Shove my cock in your mouth. O why don't you just go fuck Yourself your secretary for fun you stuck up Arrogant expedient piece of shit bastard.I want you to go out there and be your horny. fucking self and just as much pussy as you possibly can. Cuz That's all you really care about isn't John? Grabbing are nice big Bouncy asses Fondling are nice big breasts and sucking her tits and fingering are nice wet hot pussy as much as you want. Well you Arrogant expedient fuk head you forgot my most important thing Love.What About that word means that all huh. Can you Even remember What that word Means at all. I say hope you catch something but God knows I don't want anything the Only light blessing I can Get from this is that our son is nothing like you. I warning you Melissa if you don't shut the fukinghell up Right now of I WILL FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW RIET IN FERUNT OF THE MAID AND I WILL FUKE YOU SO HERD THE NABERS WILL HER AND YOUR PUSSY WILL BE SORE FOR A MUTH DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR. um sir please you you do need to go to work soon Ah Yes you're right the limo should be waiting for me . I should probably head out Besides I don't like going to work angry anyway consider yourself lucky Melissa just don't ever forget who is master. and The Lord of this house and who is not know your place woman. Anyway right Still though Cassandra I will and you your pussie was nice to finger today. Oh thank you sir it is my job to serve after all So Thank you Again sir. O don't be sad Cassandra I'll will Maybe be Back lair tonight maybe Then we all can some fun But I digress I must be off to work. God forbid You just have sex with Only your wife. what are you talking about I had plenty of sex with you when I'm in the mood for you sides. You do look nice in Pink I could have put clothes on but decided not to what was the point nine times out of 10. If I put on pants you would just pull them down and if I put a skirt or dress on you we just left them so really it's not as if. i have to Coveranything up for anybody anymore. So wat was the Point to put clothes on. Like what I'm doing everyday ha what go you think i wanna to tease you of all things I could think of at the Moment Jonathan that's a last thing. I want to do all Let me tell you you horny bastard. O Honey you're gonna hurt my feelings just go ahead and going a fucken all the other girls you do. you bastar. Cuz that's what kind of person you are how kind of you are. Well maybe I'll play with on my secretaries. You know the office does call and can in sick in trouble for all the Sexual harassment you do and all the inappropriate touching but you care Ono not you? not mr. Bossman God forbid you have any type of decency.You know Jonathan you are a CEO at least have some god-forsaken pride and what you do the number one she'll provider in the world or not no one's above everything.Even if you may think you are I sure you everyone at some point has to answer and pay the piper. I just wish you would realize that Sunny can I also realize you are a decent man what happened to the man I married I wish you was here now cuz it sure as hell ain't you maybe if she were here instead of you women when they hate you so much and I think of you as a sex-crazed pervert. whatever will I do I'm going get yelled at by another feminist group Or some other dumb sexually harassment suitAnd more than 99% of them get either dropped or the judge laughs at them why you might ask One word Money. And In the end nor i or they Really don't care Why because I Just pay them off they're all just money and choc hungry bitches. That all they really want is either money or dik or Both. One of the tow you know there. You know There was a point in time where.I Might have believe That I Was in love With you and you with me me. O love huh well doesn't pay the bills and o Please you love the idea you can spend hundreds of thousands Without a care and I make the money. And we pretend to our friends and Family that we have a relationship. We do just not a common 1We are the Elite and the elite must be prepared to sacrifice whatever is necessary to stay on top of that means to spending our family if it means saying our children are too well be toughened up or molded in precise to where they need to be placed so be it. And would you not care if our Own son dies if 1 of our Own Children diesHe is your only son surely you must carolita very Lisa carrying on the family name if nothing else. He is no Are of mine he has nothing like me and he would only bring shame to what I have built our daughter is my air and my Only concern and as for that little pussie boy. You insist on calling our child and I'm forced to unfortunately, my son I don't care if that little pussy boy Goody Two Shoe balis fereke has dick chopped off. Or get a dildo shoved up his ass so hard he's not sure if He's still male or Turned into a female For all I care. How can you say that Our son has tried every single thing you can possibly think of to try and appease you think of all the martial arts training he did they have all the test times he practice with a sword hours after hours and you still just threw them away at like he was nothing he studied his hardest and despite every single thing he's still himself and how dare you bad mother could weld kind-hearted son. If you don't shut the motherfuking hell up about our little pussy little son so help me God.SIR the limo's waiting O I suppose I should go ha Count Yourself as today lucky anyway I'll see you later dear. O and do remember we have a barbecue with our friends. this weekend so please try to do some shopping For it along with all your other shopping if you will dear. And please do Try to have some fun with are friends.If you all of a sudden started acting sad And depressed they would start asking questions and we certainly don't want that no do we? have I made myself clear dear. Besides look at it this way you always have a good time with. My co workers and their wives Now have fun and Have a good day bye Have a good day sir Have a good day at work dear Thank you to you both. As Johnson leaves for the day. Are you alright ma'am Yes Caroline I'm fine skills I can be I spose I know how upset you are but you really should be careful You to remember what happened the last time you the last time you mouth off to him so much. Ha how could I ever get my thigh still hurt.When he slammed into the table like that not to mention the times before.I know what you mean we could always try and go as a police but I have a feeling that one would just be futile and God knows what he would do to both of us. I'll be completely honest I'm really not sure myself I'd rather not think about it although half of it might just be worth it here all the laughter I probably just love us out of the room probably sleepy paid off and I that are the last time you got really mad at us just feel so helpless some days. I'd honestly rather not think about that the last time I'll be honest man I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy it but on the same and I felt so well awkward no disrespect our fence you have a beautiful body but I wasn't ready for that type of Art. None taken Cassandra none taken at all it was awkward for me to especially well in front of all those people you think with all the other women there they feel a little awkward but well a lot of them are drunk so highly Swiss New Year's Eve so we can say that thank God my children weren't there.I hope he wasn't too rough with you today by the way. Oh no he wasn't I was lucky he had just woken up so he wasn't too rough with me I'm just happy you didn't decide to bend me over the table again I was my hips were sore for entire day after the last time you did that. it's very strong table but can say only that it's cold to sit on. still though I am sorry I know he's your husband and I just after everything that's happened. I'm your head made and I should be able to help you in some way but I'm just as helpless as a child. I'm equally ashamed I'm no less helpless than you are I know Lady of the house. And my husband doesn't treat me anything more than a sex toy I'm not as wife to love I'm a sex doll with body parts for Him to play with four fun and to toy with other the other hundreds of Women he does the same thing with. how many does He toy with exactly God only knows . I do the same thing and With you here I mean I have to take his crap just as much as you do I so remember a couple of black eyes bruises sometimes almost broken bones. and I Almost wear nothing but a laundry to around the house all day but I really Not sure if I care not anymore You know. You know they're are times I really wish that Saying Could be true. which saying miss? you mean the one Jonathan's father said before he basically told everyone is screw off. Yes The one at Our wedding It's I still remember the saying to this very day and it's one I've never forgotten and thank God our son never has either and I hope that in dark times that's what help helps him get through whatever hell is father's put them in. Why do you think it made him so mad ma'am I'm really not sure myself maybe because Despite how much money he's made and all the Authority Empower he has and. things he gets to do. he still can't look himself in the mirror and forget. wat his father said to him Or maybe it's just plain fear there that his father might just be right .But his father doesn't control anything he does what could he possibly do to him.Nothing you're absolutely right and yet I have this sense that for some weird reason he can't help but be afraid of his father or rather afraid of something that he thinks might happen. We all have to pay the piper and reap what we sow in the end.Ideally at least that's how life should work still though even for me saying really does ring bells for me especially the final part I'm being honest when he first told me yet it's so much scared me.What why did Scare you you're a woman.Perhaps but the same thing does ring true if you were a good husband I'd have the obligation to be good wife and truth be told it's that's never easy to do.But unlike him you're at least we're going to try and he just well throw it away. A question he did but still that question remains was it the saying that made him do it Part of Me still wanders. In the end does it matter I mean point I mean come on look at us I'm seeing here with well basically just wearing a lingerie piece and you're seeing here in bra and panties .FairPoint well at least there's one difference I'm wearing pink and you're wearing black. I'm wearing black because he prefers being black fide were pink me you would have left me alone sides he thinks my black hair goes better with black hair brunette hair goes better with pink LOL say I don't like bad and pick myself. A mute point anyway hi I really don't want to talk about the same work yet Cassandra. still though that's saying still rings in my head every single time he hurts me every single time he did all those horrible things it's still rings in my head I wonder why? I know what you mean ever since that day it's never left my head and every single time something bad happened it always made me wonder somewhere in the deepest part of my soul and Hope as horrible as it might sound I hope it's true. Irony I really do as well still though the saying or rather story almost like a curse or rather warning. Core lesson I got one that all husband and boys in general should learn and falo. I don't think it's just something boy should follow I think it's both boys and girls should follow like just because we're women doesn't mean we're perfect. known as ma'am I am Dunst not saying we are his Bells me I'm just a little upset because well no offense but your husband's a bastard.LOL Won't disagree with that still though it makes you wonder.Is the saying true?And if it is I wonder how would it work?Still though that last part but it's also a question isn't it.Yes no question it is and the end really would it be worth it.There are days I say yes and there are days I say no.Still doubt the saying does have its advantages but could I live with myself.I don't know if I could. I think the same thing. and the Saying goes like this and the saying goes like this The worth of a man is not judged by how much money he makes how much friends he has how much how strong he is. the worth of a man is judged by on two principles is the one effect on the people he knows what do they think of you in the end can they look at you and say that you are a man that everyone could look up to and be proud to say I know him. Are you a man that boys admire not for what you own but what you are they seeing you with the morality that you have the heart that you have. what are you worth what is your heart worth were you a loving husband? were you a caring father? are you a man that people looked at? and were proud to say they know you not because of what how much money you made or what car or what house You owned are people keep Coming back to your house Because you make them feel welcome just by being there. and feel welcomed Because of Who You where and not what you have. these are the things a man is truly judged upon. and when you look in the mirror what do you see do you see Empty money or do you see of heart full of Life and soul and loyalty. these are the things that a man is truly judge to Be Proud and the things that you in the end he will reap Les he not be a man in the end. let it be known if you take for granted what you have if you despise the heart that makes you a true man you less lose it. Also let this be known this is also true for their wives and spouses alieke. known for their spouses that if they are loyal to them they will know happiness. And we'll know Eternal Joy but if they despise what they are and throw away what it means to be a true man they may lose all what they hold dear the most they will lose their pride their power their Authority have their whatever wealth they have become meaningless have oceans to Surf and never be able to serve them mountains to climb and no longer be able to climb them you will lose all what you hold dear the most and value out and be cursed brighter day. And be nothing more than a week pathetic thing what you have learned through your despisal and hatred of life lest ye be judged upon what they have done to others. Is your okay are you are cruel to others cruelty shall be thrown upon you. If you are greedy you'll be choked upon your wealth That you valued and tried so hard to get If you are so envious of others that you have despised them out of principle you will live the worst night part Nightmare and part of that life consider this. A warning and a lesson a lesson that all people all husbands all wives all daughters All Sons a lesson Chanel and a lesson to know well value the people. In your family value the people close to you and value the time that you spend with them far as those people that will say that truly Define what you leave behind in this world when you're gone. what changed after that? I still Have many Questions about that but I think it is honestly when Thomas and Ashley Were born. I think that's when he truly was disappointed with life itself Manly I think because he's not like him having. Ashley well she's So like him so arrogant so shovanistik So uncaring about anyone but herself so elitist she's truly what my husband wanted an heir to his child. I wish I could say different but I cant my. children time I'm so worried about Thomas Cassandra I'm so worried. Oh ma'am please don't cry I'm sure He's fine he is and was such a sweet boy he's strong to he trained himself and With some of the best martial arts and Military instructors money could buy and remember he's strong not like his father have faith in that. I know it's Hard and you don't even know where he is not mention Ashley you all such a happy family at 1 point what changed? If I'm being honest Cassandra I don't know I really don't know and I don't care anymore. there has to be something something can you imagine what it's like for me I can't even see my son my daughter they've all been taken my horrible husband you know what it's like what it's like to be married to that monster I can deal with almost anything the beguines theThe insults no respect thel Borderline rapes and the humiliations the pain but I cannot deal with is knowing. The fact that my poor son the best thing to come out of this horrible torture. With that monster in this joke of a marriage and i have to Watch him Get constantly punished for it my poor little TomTom.How many times must he be punished for a Cassandra. I watched him work so hard to impress the stupid bastard father of his but he would always put his praise on Ashley. maybe you really that's what it is he was never corrupt and never once given Temptation become like his father he would always take the high road. never once did he ever tried her anyone despite the fact that his father me it's so hard for him. I remember your little Tom Tom was such a sweetheart not just to me but to everyone I remember that time when I was sick who is there with a cup of soup he was 6 years old she tried so hard to make me feel better. I remember him telling me KK he was too young to say Cassandra and he tried so hard. KK I forgot about that he always was so nice tell the girls to I remember, I was really so jealous he was my little hugger. Hugs make everything better right I wish that were the case I wish he was here I can hug him you know I used to think of me as a little brother such a cutie pie. I remember with your niece it broke my heart to see him try like that and what it is father to he had a shape up Sissy are you to say anything. I almost wanted to slap Ashley that day call I wanted to bend her over my knee and 10 or stupid little hide My husband never would have allowed it she's his little princess she's his are as she he calls her what a joke. I feel so helpless for him that's what hurts me the most I can deal with it too I've stuck with because of him would you believe I almost quit 10 times and he was the reason I stayed. oh Cassandra sweetie I'm so sorry you miss him just as much as I do don't you and so much about probably more I always forgot you are his nanny for so long. I'm alright ma'am I am if I feel horrible I can only imagine how you feel he watched her little Thomas grow and such a handsome wonderful young man to only to watch a movie Taken from you 13 is a time when boys need their mothers the most especially him and the monster of a bastard of a father took him from you and me. Let's not talk about him let's just not I hate him for this I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate that much of a bastard husband of mine for taking my wonderful son and not blame me raise my daughter to be someone decent Ashley can learn a thing or two from Thomas. Like politeness and forgiveness you want to talk about a lady let me tell you honey you ain't no lady. Now choke my daughter is no lady my daughter is a little spoiled brat I never croup passage of two you can put a diaper on her and she would be a toddler and a playpen just perfect the way she was. Your daughter 13 year old daughter in a diaper that be hilarious she deserve it for all the horrible things she's done. I know what you mean I know exactly what you mean if I have my way or the first time I put that little girl over mic button and tan her little hide. like that time with your cousin I felt so bad for her she did not deserve that oh oh I was so angry. I did explain what happened after she felt horrible if anything she really just wanted to get to know Thomas More. I know that he didn't mean it was an accident really was. I know I remember that day it was cute if anything honestly I really don't think your cousin thought much of it and if anything she enjoyed the complements constantly like hell though I'll say it was absolutely adorable seeing him blush like that. I know it was so adorable honestly I don't think my cousin care too much about a cutie like him seeing her in lingerie she is a month very model still though it was very sweet of him to apologize like that. I know I know it was cute but of course my husband had to put his big fat dick face in the goddamn conversation.No joke you know there are times I wonder who would have be like can I really wish that saying we're true. No kidding I mean sure be nice have the shoe on the other foot what in it?Yeah I know what I'd like to do to him kind of messed up baby funny as hell play to be funny if we could give him the body like the way we look you know take that mask you like Siri and turn into what we look like I mean he likes our big boobs and nice but so much older how she's like having a pussy for once.Hahaha wow that's messed up but you have a point hippie hilarious I mean what what you do everything except areface.Just so I could see the Priceless look when he looked at himself at first time in mirror that shocked face breaking out Noah mean oh my God I have a body of a woman but my face is still the same.Think of all the messed up stuff we could do to him I mean let's see how he likes a wearing nothing else but lingerie and type that hug your butt can your breasts all the time.How he like it having to wear nothing but short skirts and have been having them lift up having your pants pulled down and just being pounded for fun. Are the worst one the worst when I have him suck a dick.Oh my God that be priceless.I don't know what you make him wear makeup and do his hair girly?No I wouldn't mainly just because well one honey his hair would not grow long enough for us to do anything with it cycling now I want him to keep his masculine face because I want want him to know in the end he'll never truly be a woman in the end you'll always still be just a man freak. to dream right?Yeah the dream. Shall not my dick head husband's gone wonder what we should do today probably should get ready for that banquet on Saturday. I'm sure all my husband's friends and well at least we get to see the girls so that'll be fun.You're probably right meme at least that will be fun you know I ain't got no idea actually you know a little story I got it told it kind of reminds you remember the last time we were in England. oh yeah when we were in Europe on tour for that a diamond it's spell oh yeah but that really cute little tea shop I remember some of the best tea I've ever had there.Well I mean your husband did say not to do too much shopping and did say that you shopping for the party so if you're going to shop why don't we go to England?Why England? I mean we can get everything we want there still it would be nice to go out of the country at least for a little bit Isaiah far away from I am from that piece of garbage the bat her that and you know what actually it's a good idea but you get all the girls you know kind of have a girls day out you me Ella,Rachel,Sarah,Oh and you don't want quite haven't seen ever I haven't seen Melissa.Who? who's Melissa I don't think I've met her before I have I?Oh that's right you haven't met Melissa have you Melissa was actually one of my husband's workers well. sister-in-laws. sweet woman though really sweet.Way I mean do they all get along I mean whose sister-in-law is it is it his wife sister and whose wife.What's actually Rachel's sister-in-law and no actually she gets along really well with Carl a little too well sometimes actually.Way what do you mean? Honey I'm not saying she flirts but I'm just saying God for that bed that woman put on clothes in front of her brother-in-law I don't care what Sarah says her husband sometimes when she just really happy at seeing him a lot.Well I mean how happy I mean Carla is a really sweet guy got her bed with her husband and I had half the sweetness he did.Well I know this let's just say Carl doesn't drink around his sister-in-law and his wife constantly has to say put some damn clothes on especially when their children are around now I get it cuz she is a lingerie model but still. FairPoint but again I mean well I mean again as long as he I'll be honest That wasn't a horrible thing again but let's not go into that.Yeah no kidding anyway you start making phone calls to girls I'm going to start packing never going to say go put some clothes on let's both do that oh and Cassandra don't worry about wearing your maid uniform or not read her husband so you can wear whatever you want all I know that cute dress that you never wear actually no no no pick one of mine. Are you sure I mean I know where the same size but I don't are you sure you're okay with that I mean when people say things I mean technically I am still your maid?Meats made besides all the crap that we put up with and all the other crap you might as well be either one my mistress in crime or hell. Basically my husband second wife at this point. I mean you probably done everything single thing with him that. I've done if not Mor.Not only that Cassandra you've been a real Rock not just for me but for the kids mainly Thomas. I may not know where he is right now and who knows make me we'll find something in England.Really ma'am I'm not angry about anything I mean wasn't like I had men knocking down my door. Marry me. Intel helping taking care of Thomas has been such a joy.Maybe what you suffered and I can never do anything to help relieve your pain I know you gave things up to help stay with my children me so please please Cassandra let me do this for you As you wish my lade. Okay well now that that's settled how do I get we all go upstairs and take a shower as soon as we're done with that we can get dressed and actually put clothes on and well we're off to England you call the girls in well I'll start packing.Packing does how long do we expect to be in England.Why Cassandra just as long as we have to I mean as my husband said he did say prepare and be happy and you know how much I love my cute little weekends in England. LOL Since when ma'am? Sense now since at this point I don't have much to lose and since the only single thing I really care about isn't even in my life anymore I mean do we even know what everyone's up to and for the record I mean I knew your husband's at work but I mean is there really another well wait a minute? What is the Cassandra did you just remember something? Actually yes something kind of odd but temperature wedding you know before your husband basically told his family's to fuck off and I never want to see any of you all again.Can't really forget it it's on videotape and even if it wasn't there's no way in hell I forget that Why? Well just something I kind of heard from one of his cousins right before well we got in the limo and leave I can remember who is his sister's cousin or not but she said something to me right before we got in a limo I was trying to apologize for his actions after all I am your maid.Okay so anyway so what age his cousin or whoever say exactly?More of kind of just a myth or really but something kind of odd about that saying. which is what exactly what's so odd about?It's based off of a legend and origins of it are an England.What in England really what exactly are you getting at Cassandra?I don't know I know this ma'am I'm I'm desperate to help Thomas and Ashley as much as I don't like her I know this the scene was altered through a lot of different failing mainly just kind of way to keep well boys and girls in line but also extended to husbands and wives to. And the region of England word originated from we didn't visit there during your honeymoon obviously or any other time but I did happen to run into one of the women that ran the clothing store that did come from there. and I also know this cuz I asked her apparently the families get along very well and apparently the husband's treat their wives very well in the sons and daughters are both very respectful to their elderly. what exactly are you getting at Cassandra I mean well I mean they're in England they have different value system this I mean that doesn't mean that they kept in line by this I mean curse or whatever or story or whatever you want to call it.I know that but what I'm saying is they say Legends are born from truth and I'm not getting my hopes up maybe just maybe there's something you know.Maybe you're right or maybe we're both losing it either way I agree with something maybe hope against hope I can help him maybe it is this Last Hope Cassandra Cass honestly if anything happens to my little Tom Tom I just don't know if I could go on living? Oh man please don't cry don't worry I'm sure there's got to be something there there's got to be. you never know right member what used to say especially he did his teacher on top of it his teachers always said that Thomas was a light. a type of light the brightest of lights that can Shine the brightest and looked most deep Depp Darkness. I have faith in that.Thank you Cassandra thank you for saying that you're right my Thomas. will be alright I have to believe in him he trained himself and even though he's far away I know it he was able to pack wherever he be wherever is i just have to hope he'll be okay. No problem ma'am anyway I should probably call everyone I mean we should have the check ready in an hour right?Now hold on just a second mismade I'm still your mistress and the first thing we need to do is take a shower and I love you but I don't want to smell like male juice I'm sure neither do you.FairPoint so I guess we go take a shower together or separate. Cassandra you ate my pussy out and I having her pussy out I don't think that modesty is either send me either one of us has really has to worry about besides sound like we both don't know what either owns has no like that before my end lesbian sex together so really. Yeah I guess you're right how do I used to have modesty about that but then again I guess being real by your master and having intercourse with both tells tears that away. can decide that's a bad thing or a good thing? Who knows just to clarify though I do prefer men not going to lie though I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy what we did. Same here ma'am and I'm being honest your son is older I'd much rather be riding his dick than are your husband's. That's wow I mean I knew you liked honest I think you'll like them that much but still though I don't blame you be my maybe his blood mother but I won't say he's not good-looking No kidding he's a real cutie but anyway off we go the shower then ma'am? off we go. With that Cassandra and Miranda went upstairs to go shower and get ready for their trip and get dressed and meet up with her friends for the trip that they all would take to England soon. little did they know that this trip would change everything and soon offer a choice a choice that will Change the lives of not just them not just their friends not just their family but their children lives as well. soon an offer will be said a truth will be revealed ideal will be struck and a contract shall be made. for Better or For Worse it will be an act that will change their father Fates forever. TBC