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I've decided on posting the smut chapter with a normal chapter. You can completely skip the chapter and easily assume what happens(or just read the last line) and move on to Chapter 8 if you don't care much for it. The pace in the story will be picking up very soon. I'll be working a lot in the next week once Christmas comes around- side note, my job isn't being an elf nor Santa?- so I can't guarantee to be posting as much but I'm going to try my best! *Bonus* Smut Chapter Hayden awoke the next morning to light casting inside her room from behind her white and pink curtains. She immediately froze, realizing that she hadn’t waken up from her nightmare yet and that this wasn’t, in fact, a nightmare at all. She wiggled, feeling her wrists pull on the mittens that confined her. She grumbled in her half awake state, shifting, feeling a thick diaper on her. Hayden hadn’t used it during the night, knowing that she’d be sleeping in it so she waited. She decided to slowly wet, knowing she couldn’t struggle anymore. Meanwhile, in the kitchen downstairs, Hayden’s baby monitor beeped and Grandmother Anne Marie smiled, looking at her precious baby struggling in her crib on the monitor. “Oh my, Anne Marie, I didn’t know you’d give her a punishment so soon.” Grandma Whitney said, looking over the other elders shoulder. “She’s a naughty one so it was required. I think she likes her diapers a little too much.” Grandma Anne Marie said. “Oh just give the poor girl something. Poor little sweetie.” Grandmother Whitney knew all too well about the teasing games Anne Marie liked playing with the naughtier babies. Grandmother Anne Marie sighed, knowing Grandmother Whitney was right to some degree. The baby would start resenting the Grandmother very soon if not taken care of. She got up as she walked up the stairs, going to her study and pulling out her keys as she unlocked a mysterious ancient box, walking over to Hayden’s room with it. Hayden was still wetting herself as Grandmother Anne Marie walked in, not seeing that she had some box with her. “Rise and shine little baby girl.” Grandmother Anne Marie said, the corners of her mouth going up as she saw Hayden have a blank face, knowing that the little Hayden was wetting from her blushed face. She walking up to the baby’s crib, taking down her rails as she saw the diaper expanding. She leaned over, sticking a finger in her diaper. “Tsk, tsk, someone’s wet again, aren’t we?” The grandmother shook her head. Hayden’s breathing hitched, still feeling tingly and sticky from the night before. She wanted to be touched, some release, but she knew it wasn’t going to happen. What Grandma Anne Marie said next confused the girl, “I brought some friends to help you’re sticky situation.” Hayden cocked her head to the side. Friends? Like… toys maybe? She thought, getting more excited in the morning. Grandmother Anne Marie clapped her hands, and three hands sprung out of the mysterious ancient box she brought into the room. They floated in the air, posing as if they were hand models. Hayden’s heart skipped a beat, slightly scared as she looked at the ominous hands that had a slight masculine quality about them. “These are my friends: Bippity, Boppity and Boo. They do what I tell them, quite simply.” Grandmother Anne Marie smiled at Hayden’s flushed face. The little girl was surprised that these magical beings existed and were named after… a Cinderella lyric? “They’ve been kept in a box for some time and are ready to… play.” Grandmother had enchanted the hands that were once just an image she saw that she brought to life. They had a part of the 3 grandmothers in each hand that would help the grandmothers when summoned. Grandmother began walking out of the room as Hayden was still restrained to the crib, “I want her pampered…” She looked at Hayden under her glasses, “Make sure she’s soft and not so sticky. I’ll be back in a half an hour.” What did thatmean? The door closed and the hands took on different roles. One placed the pacifier that Hayden spit out the night before back in her mouth as she wiggled under her restraints, feeling suddenly hot and bothered. Her eyes followed the second hand and third hands that went to the changing table, grabbing diaper changing supplies, some that Grandmother Anne Marie never used. She was distracted, looking down as the other hand was untaping the diaper, patting the front of her squishy warm diaper as if taunting her for being wet. A box of wipes, baby oil, lotion, powder and a new diaper was set near her feet. Her breathing hitched, feeling tingly as she looked at the supplies. They were going to change her in the crib, restrained? How odd, she thought. The hand patting her diaper pressed the warm squishiness into her button as she moaned. “Mmhph, yeth.” It stopped as the hands grabbed wipes, slipping underneath the diaper, a cool wetness cleaning her as one hand unfolded the diaper down. She gasped, feeling a wet wipe on her button, slowly swirling almost teasingly and then darting downwards. One hand undid her ankle restraints, soon holding both her legs up as the one hand rolled up the dirty wipes in the diaper and another hand placed a new diaper underneath, laying her down. She was feeling more hot and bothered as the hand that touched her diaper grabbed the baby oil. “Mmmph. Pwease more.” She said to the hand. The hand wiggled a finger at her with the wipe in its hand, going back to work. It wiped the stickiness as it dipped in, wiggling ever so slightly and she gasped. Another hand grabbed two wipes and went to work on her button again while the other finger was still wiggling in the area where her stickiness was originating from. She moaned, squirming in pleasure as both hands stopped, leaving Hayden distraught by how turned on she was. They threw the wipes away and the third hand let droplets of baby oil drip on the girl, as both hands massaged gently on her inner thighs, moving towards her middle. They stopped, not touching her. She groaned, of course they wouldn’t touch her. One hand brought her legs up again as another sprinkled generous amounts of powder on her bottom as the third patted it in. Her legs were lowered as more powder was sprinkled and her ankles were restrained again. She groaned as her bottom wiggled from the sensations. She was beyond hot and bothered and just wanted something already. The fluffy diaper was brought over her front section and one hand grabbed the baby oil again, placing droplets on Hayden’s legs. Another hand held the diaper in place, the palm directly over her button, pressing in as if kneading dough. She gasped, feeling the hand that had powder trace her leak guards of the diaper as the hand pressing on her diaper began rubbing, ever so teasingly. The diaper wasn’t taped yet because the hands knew she’d need a wiping again soon, so it crinkled loudly as it moved on her. Hayden moaned underneath her pacifier, “Mmmmph.” Her paci dropped and all the hands stopped immediately. Hayden groaned, “Please don’t stop.” She looked at the hands as the powder one hovered over to her paci, placing it back in the girls mouth. The hand pressing on her button raised the diaper as the powder one sprinkled more powder in, rubbing her inner thighs as her hips rocked and the diaper was placed over her as the hand snuck out. The baby oil hand was near her thigh now, coming close to the powder hand as the third hand began pressing over the girl’s button again. Her hips rocking as she felt her stickiness growing, excitement building. Then, they stopped again. One grabbed wipes as the diaper was unfolded and the powder was wiped off. Hayden didn’t understand, why were they wiping? They had JUST put powder on! She looked down, seeing the hands all taking wipes, one encircling her button as she threw her head back. Her back arched as she felt the wipes encircling her bottom and inner thighs. They stopped again, Hayden groaning at the tease of hands. One of the hands went over to the changing table, grabbing lotion this time. It squeezed the lotion in all three hands as they applied the cool texture to Hayden’s bottom and front areas, quickly dotting her button and perineum as more powder was sprinkled on her bottom and the diaper was folded again on her. Were they ever going to let her climax? She wondered in her frustrations. The hand pressed its palm into her crotch again, wiggling as she felt the cool lotion being rubbed in underneath and the diaper crinkled softly. She moaned as the other two hands traced her inner thighs and leak guards once more. The hand slowly kneaded the girl’s padded button. Hayden moaned loudly as she felt herself shutter, a sweet orgasm erupting that she had never felt so strongly before. The hands kept working on her, granting her a few more orgasms after her first one, then taping the diaper shut and putting away their supplies. Finally, she had sweet, sweet relief. Chapter 8 When Grandmother Anne Marie came in the room, she knew the work was finished. The girl looked to be glowing as she didn’t even move in her restraints. “Breakfast is ready, little one!” She said, removing Hayden’s mittens and ankle cuffs. Hayden jumped into Grandmother Anne Marie’s arms as she was picked up and brought down to the kitchen. It was quite obvious that her treat was enjoyed as the girl wasn’t squirming for the first time since being at the Lodge. Little did she know, her morning had only begun. Grandmother Whitney fed Hayden her oatmeal with a baby spoon. At first, Hayden blushed, feeling so babyish in front of the other littles who got to eat scrambled eggs. It wasn’t fair to Hayden that she was eating oatmeal. She didn’t even like oatmeal. Hayden was hungry so she just ate it without any complaints. Grandmother Anne Marie sipped her coffee from the other side of the table, looking over to her baby who seemed much happier than the day before. She smiled, knowing that would change soon when she would realize that the oatmeal was specially made for her. Hayden shifted, feeling her stickiness in the diaper. Bippity, Boppity and Boo had given her a happy ending during the diaper change, yet they didn’t even bother to clean her new stickiness up. She blushed, trying to not get excited again. Her libido was up the roof, why was she already ready for a round two? Ugh, she shook off the thoughts, trying to be normal and not sexually frustrated again. She drank her apple juice that Grandma Whitney had given her. “Who’s a little cutie?” Grandmother Whitney wiped the girl’s lips from breakfast, her warm brown eyes bouncing as she cleaned the baby. She was more than excited to have this little in her house, she LOVED babies and this little was so adorable and blushy! Hayden shifted, embarrassed as the ginger-haired Ned looked over to her curiously and she looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with the other littles. Ned was just curious. He did have a little crush on this new girl. She was really cute in a wild, mysterious way and he was a man underneath the cute exterior after all. He was torn away from his wife in the mundane realm only a few months before and was feeling a bit… lonely. He knew that it was against the rules to have a girlfriend or boyfriend in the Lodge, but if he could, he’d ask Hayden to be his if he was given the chance. After breakfast, Hayden was released from the wooden highchair, allowed to finally walk, no, waddle around. Grandmother Whitney took her hand, guiding her past the entrance to the grand living room that had a fire warming the room. There was a play area for the littles in a far corner that most of them went to, taking seats in colorful plastic chairs around a table, grabbing crayons and markers. Two of the boys went on the ground, going to their Lego bins. “How about little Hayden goes in the walker?” Grandmother Anne Marie suggested as she rolled the apparatus towards Hayden. Grandmother Whitney’s eyebrows went up, knowing what Grandmother Anne Marie’s plans were quickly. “Should we maybe… wait?” Grandmother Whitney didn’t want to agree to the plan so soon. It was a bit on the malicious side that wasn’t her nature. Hayden’s eyes fell on the light green and blue baby activity walker in horror. She picked Hayden up by her armpits as she placed her little legs through the walker, her legs dangling, feet barely touching the ground as she slightly bounced, the tether of the bottom holder pressing into her diaper as she sat back into the seat behind her. It made her tingle, as she slightly bounced in the walker that had toys in front of her. There was lion stuffed animal on it and wooden toy blocks. Her little feet dangled as she blushed in the chair, embarrassed to be bouncing like a toddler near the other littles. Grandmother Eleanor smiled, “Aww, what a little doll she truly is.” She said as she pinched the girl’s cheek and all three Grandmothers gawked at her. She blushed, looking down in pure humiliation. Grandmother Anne Marie plopped a pacifier in the girl’s mouth, her finger going through the seat of the walker to check the baby’s diaper. Grandmother Anne Marie internally sighed, knowing all-to-well Bippity, Boppity and Boo didn’t clean her fully after her ‘sticky time’, as the grandma’s liked to call it. She was dry, but she knew it’d change soon. Hayden moved around the next ten minutes; the grandmothers finally letting her explore. She hated the fact that she couldn’t just walk as she was confined to the walker itself. She didn’t even know if she could hoist herself out of the stroller, it was like it sucked her in. She tiptoed her stroller to the back of the lodge on the first floor, gliding past a study room and a room that had tables and crafty items that Phoebe was in, gluing cottonballs on a paper. Phoebe looked up at the new baby as Hayden silently blushed, walking away. “Hey! You can join me if you want, you don’t have to go.” Hayden paused, trying to turn around as she felt a cramp in her tummy. Hayden backed away, “No thanks. I’m gonna ethplore.” She rolled away, getting caught on a pice of carpet and paper on the ground, unable to roll anymore. She grumbled under her pacifier, feeling a sudden onslaught of cramping. A toot sounded from her diaper and she looked in horror at the hallway in front of her. Phoebe giggled at the baby who was so mean to her, “You tooted!!” She pointed at Hayden as Hayden looked to her side, still stuck on the damn carpet. She felt more stomach cramps and her bottom contracting. She clenched her muscles, her arms grasping the lion toy in desperation. No, no, no, Hayden did not want this, especially in front of Phoebe. Phoebe went back to her work, ignoring the girl who didn’t want to be here friend. She felt immediately at a loss after a few minutes of her face growing red in distress. A stinky, squish filled her diaper and she began crying as it kept filling. It dawned on Hayden that the oatmeal she had for breakfast was NOT normal and must have had laxatives in it. She had never pooped herself like that before, let alone in a diaper! She flushed, whimpering as the walker lightly bounced and her stinky diaper squished. Phoebe plugged her nostrils with her fingers, “Ewwww! You pooped!” She exclaimed loudly, “I’m telling the Grandmothers!!” She ran out of the room, away from the smell. Hayden was crying as she wanted to hide as she heard Phoebe running through the Lodge screaming that Hayden pooped. Hayden whimpered as she wanted to escape the confines of the walker and get the diaper off as soon as possible. It was gross and she didn’t want any of this babying stuff anymore. She wanted to be back in Chicago, going to university like a normal young adult. She had a test today after all, what were her professors say by her absence?! Grandmother Anne Marie appeared around the corner, “Oh my, that’s a stinky girl!” She wafted the air as Grandmother Whitney was with her. To Hayden’s embarrassment, she began crying more. Grandmother Whitney picked Hayden up from the walker, “I’ll clean the baby.” She said as she began walking over to the stairway. She had to save this poor girl from Grandmother Anne Marie’s wrath at some point. Grandmother Whitney placed Hayden on the changing table, closing the door before going to work to clean the little. Countless amounts of wipes later, the baby was clean as a fresh diaper was placed under her and powder was sprinkled and patted in. Hayden sniffled as she wanted to hide, to go home. Grandmother Whitney could tell that Hayden was upset, defeated. She picked the girl up, going to the rocking chair, “Shhhh, honey, shhhhh. Everything is going to be okay. A baby just needs to relieve her stinkies everyday just like adults, nothing wrong with that.” She cooed the girl as Hayden nuzzled into her chest. She patted the girls back, rocking slowly. Hayden spoke behind her paci, “Why can’t I use the bathroom for it though, Grandma Whitney?” She asked, innocently looking up. Whitney smiled, “Babies can’t use the potty. It’s against the rules.” She smiled warmly. “Buh I’m not a baby!” She said, in distress. Grandmother Whitney cooed the girl, “Shhhh, little one. You’ll get used to it soon and it will be fun, won’t it? We’ll have plenty of fun while you’re here, Grandmother Whitney will make sure of it.” Her honey sweet voice said in a rhyme-like fashion. Hayden blinked, sadly. She didn’t want this to be her life. She was excited yesterday and this morning, but after this event, she wanted nothing to do with this ‘realm’ anymore.

I'll cast my vote for Kimmy confined to a room with a stereo for two hours of annoying Christmas songs. But only if we get to see it on YT. And there's a paci gag and some foot restraints.

Chapter 7 Emily opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. As her eyes started to adjust, she knew she was not the same spot she fell asleep in. She wasn’t on the couch, resting on daddy’s lap. She wasn’t even in her crib. She was staring at a white curtain. She had no idea where it lead or why she was there. Emily had so many questions. “Here’s the moment” a voice said next to her. As she turned her head, she was greeted by the amazing smile of her father. “The moment you have been waiting for since you were a little girl” he finished his sentence as the smile on his face, somehow, grew ever bigger. Emily even noticed a tear forming. He quickly wiped it away. “I love you so much Emily. Congratulations.” “Thanks dad. I love you too” she tried to sound confident, even though she had no idea what was going on. Trying to figure out what was going on, she looked at what she was wearing and, instantly, had a pretty good idea. The dress she was currently in was white and huge. She was at a wedding. Her wedding. Once she finally came to grips with what was happening, the traditional wedding song began to plan. She looked at her dad with a smile as he smiled back. “Thanks so much for being here dad” Emily told her father. “Of course sweetheart. Every father wants to see his baby girl get married” he replied as they started the walk down the aisle, following the adorable flower girl who could not be any older than 6. If only her dad knew how true that statement was. His baby girl was about to become her husband’s baby girl. Once her eyes caught a glimpse of Marcus standing at the altar, Emily had to do everything she could to stop herself from crying. He looked as handsome as she had ever seen him. Once he wiped a tear from his eye, she couldn’t help it and let a couple tears slip. This was everything she wanted and it was about to come true. Standing next to her soon to be husband when she made it to the altar was another wave of emotions. When Marcus looked across at his beautiful bride and mouthed the words “I love you” at her, she could have melted into a puddle right then and there. Instead, she composed herself and mouthed those same words right back at her daddy. The ceremony went by in flash. Her head was swimming until Marcus took her hand and put a ring on her finger. He said something to her that he brain couldn’t comprehend at the moment, to which she followed with a simple “I do”. She repeated the process as she put the ringer on her husband’s finger. Her husband. Those two words sent shivers up her spine. “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride” the pastor said with a smile. Emily leaned and closed her eyes as she gave her daddy a kiss in front of the congregation. Clapping rang through her ears as she felt her loving husband’s lips on hers. As she opened her eyes, Marcus was gone. Instead of seeing the smiling face of her daddy, all that was in her view was the mobile slowing spinning above her crib. While the light lullaby it was playing was nice, she wanted nothing more then to be back in the moment she was just seconds earlier. Emily wanted to pull it from the dream world into reality. It was then that she started to cry. Not sobbing, but a light cry. It was a combination of happiness and sadness. Emily was happy that she got to see a preview of the day she has been waiting for. She was also sad because it was over as quickly as it began. She grabbed the pacifier laying on the crib mattress to try and soothe her, but it did next to nothing. She just cried around the rubber nipple, the tears rolling off her face and onto the bed sheets below. Marcus had been awake for about an hour now. He wanted to let his little one sleep as long as she could, so he just sat at the kitchen table as he sipped his coffee. He liked to read the paper every morning as well. Just as he pulled the sport section out, he heard the sound of crying through the baby monitor he brought from his room. Upon hearing that, he put the paper down and left his coffee on the table as he walked to the nursery. Emily saw the door to her room start to open and wiped the tears from her eyes. When she saw the face of her beautiful boyfriend, she smiled around her pacifier shield and cooed “mowning daddy” as she sat her knees to see over the crib bars. “Good morning, my sweet baby girl” he cooed back as he walked over and brought the side of the crib. As Marcus sat down next to the girl, wearing nothing but her nighttime diaper, he embraced her in a hug. “Sweetheart, I heard you crying on the monitor. Is everything ok?” he asked, wanting to make his little princess happy by any means necessary. She spit out her binky, wanting to talk to her boyfriend like a big girl. “Yeah Marcus, everything is fine. I just had a dream that made me really happy and I was very sad that it had to end” she told him honestly. “What was the dream about?” he responded, very interested in what kind of a dream she could have that would bring about that kind of emotional response. Marcus thought back and couldn’t remember having that type of dream himself. Emily had two choices: she could either tell him exactly what the dream was or be purposely vague. She figured that the second option would be smart. She didn’t want to put any pressure on him by mentioning marriage. Emily loved him more then anything and didn’t want to ruin what she had. “I don’t remember a whole lot, I just remember it was a dream about me and you. We were having a great time and I just didn’t want it to end” she told him. “Well,I think today will be an extension of that dream. We are going to be having a great day today in real life too!” he told her as he let her out of his embrace and looked his little one in her green eyes. “I’m super excited daddy. I know you are gonna make our day awesome” she told him in an excited tone as she popped the binky back into her mouth. “Before we get our day officially started, though” Marcus said as he stood up and picked the beautiful girl up and placed her on his hip “I think a certain little girl needs some cuddle time with daddy.” Before he left the vicinity, Marcus made sure to grab Cuddles and hand the soft bear to his special girl. No cuddle session is complete without Cuddles, obviously! As Emily rode her daddy’s hip to wherever he wanted to go, she felt her diaper squish. A smile returned to her face as she rested her head on Marcus’ shoulder. While she had never wet the bed as a kid, she had come to realize that it she seemed to wet overnight while in little space. When she fell asleep last night, Emily was as far into little space as she had been in a while. With every step her daddy took, the diaper would squish against her bottom and that made her a giggling mess. “What is my little princess so giggly for?” Marcus asked as he patted her bottom. When he felt her soggy padding, he figured he answered his own question. “Daddy knows. Someone made lots of pee pees last night. My baby girl loves her soggy Huggies, doesn’t she?” he asked the question, but he already know the answer. Emily did her best to nod her head up and down on her boyfriend’s shoulder. In her mind, a wet diaper was a million times better than a dry one. It was thicker, squishier, and it felt amazing to have her princess parts surrounded by warmth. The only thing about a dry diaper, in her mind, was the change that happened before. After they made a quick pit stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle filled with apple juice, the couple sat down on the couch in the living room. Marcus didn’t turn on the TV nor did he put any music on. He wanted this morning to be filled with the sounds of nature coming through the open windows. The chirping of birds was the perfect backdrop for this moment. As he positioned her on his lap for maximum cuddles, something he totally forgot came to mind: he was still wearing his diaper from last night.Marcus was planning on changing into normal underwear before he woke Emily up, but the crying from the monitor changed all that. While he did want to tell her about this side of himself, he wanted a better moment to do it then after she had just finished crying. Marcus planned on letting her watch some cartoons after cuddle time so he could quickly change out of the soggy padding encasing his loins. The pacifier was slowly removed from Emily’s mouth and the bottle nipple quickly replaced it. She loved apple juice for breakfast. It might even be her favorite drink in general. While she wanted to drink it as fast as she could, the little one also wanted this moment with her daddy to last a long time. The birds in the background were the perfect touch to this morning in her mind and she smiled around the nipple at this perfect moment. “Look at my baby girl. You are the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world. Daddy is so lucky to be able to cuddle with you and care for you” Marcus whispered into her ear. As he melted away her adult side, the man Emily called daddy get his little one diaper pats. It was one of the easiest, but most impactful, acts as a daddy. He had fed her bottles, gave her baths, and changed her diapers. Nothing, however, compared to the was Marcus noticed she would drift into little space then when he was patting her padded tushy. Emily just finished nursing the bottle to the halfway point. Every drop tasted amazing and, as an added bonus, she got to look at her daddy as he told her what a good girl she was. How did she get so lucky to find a man like him. He was absolutely perfect. Marcus has never forgotten the names of any of her stuffies, which was impressive considering she had around 30. Not even just from an ABDL point of view was he an amazing man. He was always there to help her when she was feeling down, open a door for her, or just come home with a pint of ice cream when she had a bad day. There could not be a better man then Marcus. Marcus noticed that Emily’s bottle had just finished, so he gave her one last butt pat and replaced the bottle with her pacifier. “Wow, someone was really thirsty this morning” he remarked as he sat up with her still on his lap. Once he was sitting upright, he spun his baby girl in his arms and put her into a position to be burped. After a couple pats on the back, he heard a tiny burp escape her lips. “Wow, that actually worked” he thought, having never tried this before. Emily’s face turned bright red when the belch came out of her mouth. Out of everything that has happened at this cabin so far, that was the most humiliating thing by far. She was fine with it, however, because she trusted her daddy. The little girl knew Marcus what was doing best for her. “Alright, I think someone has earned some cartoon time for being such a good girl during her feeding” Marcus said as he flipped on the TV and turned it to Cartoon Network. He didn’t know the show, but Emily giggled when it popped on. “Finally, now it’s time to change” he thought as he headed towards the bedroom. Right before he turned the corner, he heard the last 6 words he wanted to come from his baby girl’s lips. “Daddy...are you wearing a diaper?”

5 days till Christmas!!! I can't wait!

So...uh... this wasn't planned to start writing a mini-series story...but I had a dream about this and naturally had to spend half a day writing a few chapters to share with you all. I have been writing for I, Rayne Griff, but I've been immersed in a new world that I really wanted to write for. My creative outlet has recently went to this and I apologize if anyone is awaiting the next chapter of I, Rayne Griff. I usually don't write in third person, but I decided to give it a shot, and so far, I've fallen in love with it. I love reading feedback on my stories so please let me know if you like this and I'll try to post more sooner rather than later, haha. Without further ado, enjoy☺️ The Little Hunters Chapter 1 The hunter’s light grey eyes traced a young girl’s long, light brown hair, with twists of blonde laying in spirals down her back as he sat at Starbucks Coffee. From a distance, he studied her bright green eyes greedily reading the book in front of her, not paying attention to the world around her. She was naturally beautiful, yet she wore makeup that was too mature for her tiny stature. Adorable. Saul thought to himself as he looked back at his newspaper, as if Saul hadn’t seen her profile before and had been watching her for the past few weeks. This target wasn’t an easy one; a few of the other hunters had been warned and Saul decided to take on another tough assignment. Nothing new to him, his usual type of littles he liked to hunt. He had been carefully studying this little for some time, wondering where she slept, who she was. Her name was Hayden Aragon. Strikingly intelligent. 4.0 GPA in high school, part of the top 10 percentile in her class, and a 3.9 GPA in college graduating with her pre-med degree to pursue her doctorate in Psychology. Too bad where she’s going that wouldn’t matter. Of course, she was like every other difficult little he had studied and watched before. Young, quick-witted, bratty, curious. Nothing different than the others and would be trained accordingly once captured of course. Saul placed down his newspaper, sipping black coffee as he looked across the coffee shop, eyeing her again underneath his glasses. He looked at her attire, smirking at the concept. Black leggings and a jean jacket over her white shirt. It was humorous to Saul, knowing where he came from, that’s not what babies were allowed to wear. Yet, in the mundane world littles walked around as adults. It was so laughable to him that they really thought they were adults. That was his favorite part of the hunt. When a little is placed in a diaper for the first time and learns their place. The blush on his or her face. The oh so sudden shyness following their new attire. That moment never seemed to disappoint him. Saul longed for that in every little he hunted. The moment he knew my job was complete, onto the next. It was bittersweet, sad even. The little he hunted and watched for so long is the same little he wouldn’t see again, only to walk past them in the store or at a park. She looked up, her green eyes meeting Saul’s for the first time since he’d been watching her, looking at her for a moment too long. He blinked, realizing that he had slipped in his game. Saul didn’t make mistakes often, but this was one he was experienced enough to know better by now. Hayden looked down, back at her book, as if she didn’t know he was watching her. Her composure changed completely, her face, serious. Hayden slowly closed her book, grabbing her keys as she slung her satchel over her shoulder. Saul watched her as she turned away from him, keys firmly grasped in her hand, locked between her middle finger and second finger like a weapon. Saul sighed, taking off his glasses with a smile at how cute she looked, thinking she could undermine him. He felt excitement coarse through him: Saul liked a challenge. This assignment was already presenting to be one, which he completely loved every moment of. Hayden walked out of the coffee shop, down the street. She had walked here from her apartment in the city so he knew she had a length of a walk before getting to her room safely. Little did she know, she wouldn’t be seeing her apartment after today. Saul picked up pace behind her on the street, feeling the tranquilizer in the pocket of his jacket. Saul didn’t want to put her to sleep, but he couldn’t have another scene be made in the mundane realm. He already had two write ups for that and didn’t need another one. Sometimes, Saul forgot that he was in the mundane realm and that giving a spanking to a little in public wasn’t widely accepted. He had learned that on his first assignment and, luckily, hasn’t done it ever since. Saul wasn’t scared of another write up because he knew his bosses needed him more than ever as more difficult cases of littles grew to a new high. There was still a very thin bubble between Saul's realm and the mundane one in which he didn't want to be the one to pop it. Hayden turned her little head to the side, becoming aware of her surroundings and Saul following her. Saul fully expected that from her. She had taken numerous self-defense classes at her university. Upon the list of red flags, she was also a guest speaker at many Women’s Rights organizations and Feminism clubs in the Chicago area. To say the least, Hayden was a promising catch and would be in training for some time well before anyone could adopt her. She halted in her tracks as people walking down the busy Chicago street weaved between her. Clever girl, yet not clever enough, Saul thought. He decided to keep walking past her, quickly taking his moment to grab her wrist, pulling Hayden with him as if they were a couple walking together. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME.” Hayden screamed as she wiggled her wrist under Saul’s steel grasp. It was humorous to Saul that she thought she had a real chance of escaping. She was 5’2 and 120 pounds. He was 6’3 and almost double the size of her. “Hayden, sweetie, not here. We can talk about this in private.” Saul said firmly, with an authoritive undertone, as a few people paused, looking at them in confusion. She was making a huge scene, a tantrum that needed to be dealt with in the form of a spanking. As much as Saul’s hand was twitching to pull her over his lap in front of this crowd of people, he couldn’t risk it. She twisted away from Saul, kicking him in the groin. He grunted, his grip loosening for a moment as she took her chance, slipping away from Saul, and running away quickly. People between them were looking at Saul, then continuing to walk as if they didn’t see anything. He had been to many cities, yet this was his favorite one. Most of the people were pretentious and rude, and only cared about themselves and their lives that they ignored what was happening around them instead of helping a girl who was crying for her dear life. The corner of Saul’s mouth raised, feeling the adrenaline of the hunt course through him. He walked briskly behind her, giving Hayden some time to run and distance to make it seem like she had a fighting chance. He knew where she was going: obviously to her apartment. She was going to try and lose him, then end up there. Saul saw her far ahead of himself, looking back as she turned a corner into an alleyway. She was going to take the backway to her apartment, that was apparent. “Alleyway is covered, closing in.” Saul closed his eyes in frustration of hearing his coworker’s voice in his earpiece. Fucking Conrad imposing on his assignment once again. “She’s mine, Radder.” Oh he hated that name but Saul wanted to tick him off because this wasn’t the first time he intercepted one of his targets. Saul began jogging as he turned into the alleyway she entered. “We knew you couldn’t do this one alone, Saul. Look at the scene you already made.” He said Saul’s name in an irritated tone. Saul’s eyes found her running towards the opposite end of the alley, her hair bouncing with every small step. Conrad and his two disciples appeared around the corner as Conrad met looked at Saul with a sly smile. I fucking hate that kid, Saul thought to himself. Conrad was new recruit and an arrogant one at that. He was only following Saul because Saul was one of the top hunters in his division with the highest influx of littles in the last year. Saul silently caught up to her as she stopped in her tracks, hesitantly walking backwards as she saw his fellow hunters, “Leave me alone, I already called the police!” She held up her Apple Watch on her wrist that had an EMERGENCY sign flashing on it as it was tracking her. Conrad smiled to Chester and Aaron with his eyebrows up, knowing full well that wouldn’t save her. Saul, still behind Hayden, attempted to stifle a smile, how cute that she still thought she had control. Saul placed his finger over his lips, giving the other guys the ‘shh’ sign as he approached, an arm’s length behind her. He pulled out the tranquilizer, his hand reaching out to the waist band of Hayden’s leggings. A quick pull down of her bottoms and a sting in her butt would place her into a nice, deep slumber. One that a bratty little could use. A job well done, per usual. Saul inched closer, and in a flash of an eye Hayden whipped around, squirting mace in Saul’s shocked eyes. It was as if a slow motion movie panned out before his very eyes, as the liquid hit his face he felt the most excruciating pain in his life. So many emotions hit Saul in an instant. Shock that this little could deal out so much pain. Surprise that this little had the balls to initiate a fight if they had been alone. Anger that she would even attempt to disrespect an adult in such a fashion. Burning pain signed his eyes, mouth and nose immediately. He grunted, quickly trying to rub the spray off of his face. Saul heard Hayden begin wailing and making grunting noises trying to fight off his fellow hunters. His light grey eyes were shut, but he knew the assignment was done once the alley was silent once more and the only two sounds in the alley was Hayden’s soft rhythmic breathing and his own coughing and sniffling as he tried to evacuate the chemicals from his face. After a few moments, Saul heard the guys begin laughing loudly. Conrad splashed water on Saul’s face from his own water bottle. Never, had Saul ever, been so humiliated by a little before. As Saul sat there, temporarily blinded by the mace, he took mental note that he’d make sure to repay the favor.

Hi and welcome to DD Busy Britches. Nice to meet you, and glad to have you join us. There are lots of likeminded, (senior) types here for sure! I’m not quite there myself, but at 54 I’m toddling near there. My interest are similar, cloth diapers and plastic panties, first and foremost, but I do wear disposables too. I say plastic panties, because that’s what I wore, but mom did refer to them as rubber pants. I’m sure you will like it here, makes a great playpen. So, come on in, relax, have fun, and enjoy!

Welcome to DD, hope you enjoy your stay here.

I'd help out but I'm in a financial tight spot myself right now. There's a Flea Market in Greer which sells adult diapers but it seems only the "institutional" kind and I don't know their prices but I've seen them on Craigslist. Might be worth a look if you're near there. I don't know your field of business, but there's tons of open jobs in this area for most things, but maybe not the best pay, at least to start. If you've got any construction or restaurant skills you can get something going in no time. PM me if you want and maybe I can help with some thoughts even if I can't spare a dime. Bettypooh

She held me tightly as she grabbed my thigh from around my back that was when I was pressed into her chest. Just as I became comfortable, she removed me from her embrace and set me in the water. As if lifting a spell, I had the urge to fight her again. "Let me go!" I yelled, fighting my captor's arms as I scrambled to get out of the water. The Amazonian woman grabbed my wrists and swung me to the side so now I was facing in the tub. A loud smack rippled through the room as I felt a sharp and sudden pain on my rear. "Michael Rhein, sit down this instant or I will bring you across my knee." A new urge rose to the surface. It began to boil over quickly as my eyes began to water. I fought the urge as I sobbed. ******************* Cheryl knew this was tough for him too. Dr. Faulner warned he'd get more 'antsy' about things, as one may put it, after each time he got the treatment done. But he needed it. Mikey couldn't have gone back to his dimension anyway and it had been outlawed for the very same reason Mikey had needed the treatment. Even the treatment had become illegal to administer since before Cheryl's time. She watched as her baby boy began bawling. She knew he had deserved to had the quick spank, but unfortunately he didnt remember anyone. And it was only going to get harder for Cheryl now that she knew he was human, not a little. Cheryl snapped out of her momentary trance as Mikey cried having let himself fall forward with his face down towards the water. There was no way she was going to let that go. "One." She started. "Please stop!" Mikey pleaded through his sobs. "Two. Dont make me count to three." The mother stated. Mikey however continued to be noncompliant with Cheryl. And she herself didnt expect this to happen. "Three." Cheryl lifted him out of the water by his wrists and sat down on the lid of the toilet that was next to the tub and proceeded to lay the little boy on her lap. "I warned you I'd do this!" She scoled as she brought her hand down hard. Mikey wailed out in a blood-curdling scream that even his own mother hadn't heard from the small boy before, even when it was bad. But she had to follow through with the punishment. She brought her hand down hard about ten times before she figured it was enough. "Now you better listen, you either sit down in that tub or I'll bruise your bottom. Is that clear?" She demanded. Mikey squealed and cried as he was sat back down in the tub. He didnt dare move this time. The little boy was hardly in the tub for ten minutes before he was lifted back out to be dried off. Cheryl died him off quickly, and made sure he was wrapped up for the walk back to the nursery. He was still trembling with every breath as he calmed down and it hurt the Amazonian mother to know she couldn't do much to help her baby boy know where he belongs. Entering the room it was dark. Cheryl flipped the light switch and headed over to the changing table. Laying Mikey down, she used the strap to hold him in place. Once she had let go, he immediately began attempting to get free. She rolled her eyes as she began to change him. Mikey kicked and squirmed as best as he could, trying to break free. But he should know better not to fight. Cheryl grabbed him by his ankles and lifted his still tender rear into the air and giving it a good quick slap. "OWww!" Mikey squealed. He stopped struggling and allowed his mommy to diaper and dress him as he sobbed. Getting him into the footed sleeper luckily was easier than getting the diaper on him. Cheryl unbuckled Mikey and lifted him into her arms with his head over her shoulder. "Shhhh. Shhhh. You're fine." Cheryl cooed as she rubbed he hand up and down his back. ***************** I was shaking when my captor was holding me, crying my eyes out. I couldn't believe she had touched me there... it was disturbing and invasive to my personal privacy. But the woman known as 'Mommy' didnt seem to care. And when she held me, I just felt like I belonged there. With her. She bent over a little and then I felt something soft on the back of my neck and fluffy on my back. And we moved again and she was sitting. I was turned on my back and cradled in this woman's arms, she unbuttoned her satan blouse top and brought her nipple to my mouth. My mouth had been open when she did this and I felt the soft, smooth skin on my face as I subconsciously latched on. She started rubbing her breast towards me and then I tasted a sweet tasting milk, flow into my mouth. I began to suckle a little, feeling more come out, getting into a rhythm of sucking and swallowing. My eyelids became heavy and my breaths became longer. I was tired. "That's a good boy." I heard as fingers combed my hair. I had this tingly feeling. It was a good feeling when the woman said that to me. I must have been tired since I hardly noticed being moved back into the crib. I had something pushed into my mouth that I was now suckling on instead of a teat and I could feel something being tucked under my arm. A blanket was draped over me and a nursery tune could be heard just above me. I turned to my side and felt soft, warm, tender kiss on my head. With that I wrapped my other arm around the stuffed toy I was given, and squeezed it tight. I saw the woman standing in the doorway, watching me, closing the door. Once the door shut I was out cold, wondering who she was.

Good morning! Chapter 8 is here for you! Chapter 8 So yeah, that Friday night was pretty interesting, what with Michael and I getting into some naughty shenanigans and ending our time together with my hand along his diapered bottom. Who knew something so simple as wearing a diaper could make someone so happy? Sure, he looked nervous as hell at first, but once he warmed up to me and we settled in for the movie, Michael looked so relaxed. In fact, he almost fell asleep snuggled up against me, and I would’ve let him. My guess is he thought that might’ve been taking it too far, as he insisted he was okay to get home and wouldn’t fall asleep on the way there. He didn’t, thankfully, and honestly? I think some naughtier shenanigans would’ve taken place had he stayed. I knew that diapers turned him on sometimes, and seeing him that relaxed and vulnerable while he was wearing one would’ve led me to push the envelope even further. After he left, I couldn’t help but think about something: per Michael’s fetish forum, he said he’d mentioned some fantasies here and there, but also mentioned that he’d never actually experienced said fantasies. While there are cases where the reality is as good as the fantasy, it also made me wonder if he’d have second thoughts about some of his fantasies after trying them out. We’d most definitely need to determine that! And so began my new quest to dig for some answers. Of course, we’d have to ease into said fantasies, and I’d need Michael to be open enough with me to let me know what it was that he wanted. After that Friday evening, we talked a lot more, either through text, by phone, or, if we were gaming, through voice chat. We’d both casually mention how Friday went, and it would always end with both of us talking about how great it was, with Michael thanking me. While there was no doubt that it was quite a special and tender night, the next few days following, he didn’t really talk too much about what he wanted going forward. I assumed he was just being shy about it. After all, he’d never really talked to anyone about it in person. Being the research queen I am, I once read about a relationship tip when someone I’d dated in the past kept being very closed off and keeping me at a safe distance. The basic idea was that if you find your partner’s safe space or comfort zone, or if you can communicate with them at a time where they’re doing something they really enjoy, they’re more likely to be open with you. Granted, the guy I dated while researching this left me a few days later, as he was apparently cheating on me, but that’s beside the point. I needed to find Michael’s safe space so he’d be even more open with me. I came up with two ideas to achieve this: the first was to either game together, only this time with something more nostalgic for the both of us. The second was to talk more about it after getting a little frisky with each other. Post-sex seemed like the most intimate and opportune moment to talk about this, but I knew we’d have to make sure we were both ready for it. Then, I came up with an even better idea: mixing idea one and two together! Why try two separate safe space ideas when we could just make a little game out of it! Michael had mentioned (and still always gets super giddy when he talks about it now) that he loved some of the video games he grew up with. All the stuff from the nineties and early 2000’s. I enjoyed quite a few of them myself. Nothing beat sitting in front of the TV with a friend, playing some of the classics for countless hours. Neither of us had really held onto our old stuff, unfortunately, but hey, I knew enough about computers to either emulate games or to easily and cheaply build one specifically meant to be connected to a television! And that’s exactly what I did. I ordered the parts needed, and without saying a word to Michael about it, I spent a few late nights tinkering, installing, and testing the emulator to ensure it played the games exactly as they played when they first came out. By Thursday morning of that week, my project was complete! I first sent Michael a text message with a picture of my snazzy device, with a, “Video call me when you get a chance!” It wasn’t long before my phone rang, and sure enough, it was Michael. “Hey there,” I said with a smile, “perfect timing!” “Hey! What’s up? I see you built something!” Michael smiled back. “I did! And I was gonna send more pictures, but I thought you’d like to see this bad boy in action.” I positioned the camera so it first faced the device, making sure Michael could see it and the controllers that were plugged into it. “Don’t tell me...don’t tell me!” Michael exclaimed, the excitement in his voice clearly audible. “I’m not, silly! I’m showing you!” I laughed, turning the device on and then pointing the camera to the television. Within seconds, the screen showed the OS platform running, and with a few selections, I had one of the emulators running, showing all the various games we’d both talked about, including the titles we never got to really play while we were growing up. “That’s so awesome!” “Hehe, I know! It didn’t take me a terribly long time to make. But I was thinking maybe you should come over this weekend, and we could game for a little while...or a long while.” “I like the sound of that! Were you thinking Friday or Saturday?” Michael asked happily. “I was thinking Friday into Saturday.” I replied with a smirk. “You know, a sleepover. You did tell me you used to stay up late playing video games, didn’t you?” “Hmmm, I did,” Michael chuckled, “but that sounds like fun. Should I, um, bring anything?” I knew what he was implying, but chose not to humor him this time. “I want you to bring whatever you’re comfortable bringing. If what we did last week was comfortable, great! If you want to bring more, even better! I’m leaving that entirely up to you.” “Got it.” the shyness in Michael’s voice echoed through the speaker. “Good boy! I can’t wait! I’ve got a few ideas in mind, but you’ll just have to wait until you get here to find out what they are.” “I can do that. I’ll be over right after work on Friday!” “Good. And remember, bring whatever you’re comfortable bringing.” Michael agreed, and we ended our phone call, and thankfully this time around, the next couple of days leading up to our gaming session flew by. Before I knew it, Friday was here. I didn’t set a time for Michael to show up that time around, so not to get him all flustered and potentially ruin anything. In actuality, I think it helped, because I heard a knock at my door at around 6:20 that evening. Michael had the same backpack as last time, as well as a small suitcase. “Jeez, Michael. Going on vacation?” I joked. “What? No, I--” Michael stopped himself before letting out a laugh, “--and I fell for it again. Damn it!” “Almost every time!” I laughed before giving him a big hug and kiss. “How are you?” “Hmm, good! Work wasn’t too bad, and I’m very excited for the weekend.” Michael smiled before kissing me back. He set his things down on the living room floor, with me closely observing the backpack. “Hmmm, I wonder what’s in here this time?” I smirked. “Ohh, you’ll see. I mean, you can see it now if you want.” Michael blushed as he looked at me shyly. “As tempting as that is, you’re already blushing like crazy, and I’d rather build up the suspense. Still, my curiosity tends to get the best of me, as you know, so don’t be surprised if I just randomly ask you to take a peek!” “Th-that’s fair! I won’t spoil anything.” “You better not,” I sang, putting my hand on my hip, “I might have to kick your butt!” Then, Michael said something I wasn’t expecting at all. “I prefer spanks over kicks.” It was almost an automated response, as if the words just came out. Michael gasped and turned so very red, apologizing and asking me, “W-was that too soon? Was that too much?” Those red cheeks and that timid look on his face was just too much, and without responding to his questions, I gently took hold of his cheeks and gave them a light pinch. “Awww, you’re so stinkin’ cute! I can’t get over it!” I sang, smiling big and kissing him on the cheek. This only made his embarrassment worse, apparently, because with a shy giggle, he put his head on my shoulder, hiding his face. “Guess I wanted to test the waters more than I thought.” he admitted, mumbling because of how his face squished gently into my shirt. “And how did the waters treat you, hmm?” “Surprisingly well. I’m just not used to it, and now I’m all red.” “I think it’s freakin’ adorable, Michael, and I’ll let you know if it’s ever too much.” I smiled, kissing the top of his head. “Good.” There was a brief moment of silence before Michael uncovered his face, which appeared to be back to its normal color. He looked at me with a warm smile, taking a deep breath as he did so. “Now, I don’t really have an itinerary for our little slumber party, but there are at least two things that have to happen this weekend to make it awesome: the first is playing an unhealthy amount of video games...with movies and stupid social media videos thrown in here and there. And the second is that we cuddle, especially when we’re in bed.” “Sounds like this will be an awesome time, then.” Michael smiled. “Two of my many favorite things: video games and cuddling.” “Well then! Let’s get started.” I kissed Michael’s cheek before booting up the console and turning the TV on. We both then plopped down on the couch, each of us holding a controller. Michael eagerly watched the system boot up, his eyes widening when he saw the seemingly never ending list of game ROMs, including some that never made it to the United States but were translated by die hard fans. “This is crazy! Wait!” he nearly jumped off the couch as I scrolled down a bit more. “Is that the one where they pulled characters from a bunch of universes into one game?!” I couldn’t help but giggle between nods, “That’s the one!” “We have to play that! I mean...please?” Who could turn down a genuinely happy face like that? I almost pinched his cheeks again, even considering speaking to him as if he was the little kid he was acting like at that point, but I bit my tongue and selected the game. “Okay, but I get to pick the next one.” “Deal.” Hmm, but will you agree to some other terms in the not-too-distant future? I pondered. We played the first game for about an hour, and in that time, Michael began to show just how competitive he could get. It wasn’t a mean competitive nature he had, thankfully; no swearing, or throwing the controller, or anything like that. But he definitely made an effort to bounce back from losing a round. However, we were almost evenly matched in our gaming abilities. We’d even make little wagers for some rounds, from simple kisses on the lips to back scratches (Michael’s idea. Apparently, he absolutely loves getting his back scratched). Being a schemer, I had a dubious plan to up the ante on our wagers. There was no way he could beat me at one of my all-time favorite games I grew up with: Super Basketball Dunk Stars. Unlike the traditional basketball games out there, this was more of an arcade game, full of power-ups, cheap shots, bonus points, all that jazz. And I played it a lot with my dad growing up. “Having fun?” I asked sweetly, smiling. “This is way better than playing with a bunch of jerks online.” “Good! Well I think I’m ready to play my game, if that’s cool.” “Sure thing!” Michael exclaimed. “Sweet,” I sang in an overly obnoxious voice, “and you up for a little wager?” “You know, I’m not usually a gambling man, but this has been fun so far. What’d you have in mind?” “Well, if I win best of three rounds, then I get to put you in my lap.” I smirked. “O-oh? And what happens then?” Michael asked with a blush. “Who knows? I might cuddle you, I might give you a few spankings...maybe make you blush like crazy. Could lead to something more, could just leave it at that.” “And if I win?” he asked. “You tell me what you want. Within reason, of course.” “A back massage that could also lead to something more.” Michael answered almost immediately. “Deal.” I said, booting up the next game. “Now go easy on me. I haven’t played this in a while.” I wanted to give Michael a run for his money, but figured I’d make him think this was an easy win against me. The good thing about this game was that it sped up what the normal time in a basketball period was, so each period really only lasted about five minutes or so. Every time Michael scored, I’d catch a little grin out of the corner of my eye. Whenever he’d have a pretty big lead, I’d then swoop into action and catch back up, but only enough that he was still ahead. This went on for the entirety of the first of the three games. “Ohhh, you won the first round,” I smiled, “you’re pretty good at this, Michael!” “I don’t know...you’re pretty good, too! This might be a tough 2nd round to win.” “We’ll see!” We did a rematch, and this time, I didn’t hold back one bit. Every power-up, every special move, every little turbo boost was used, while Michael grunted in slight frustration. Before we knew it, I won the 2nd round, 58-46. “Looks like I’m getting my groove back.” I laughed, seeing Michael give a playful scowl. “Now, now, no poor sports!” “I know, I’m just being a dork,” Michael giggled, “but this one is for all the marbles!” Obviously, I wanted to win. As shy as Michael would probably be when he first got into my lap, something told me he’d open up more about his fetish. He’d already let the spanking part slip! With the third round in motion, Michael put up quite the fight, and for a minute, I thought I may have actually lost the match. But no, during the last 10 seconds, I pulled a cheap move and just held onto the basketball while the timer ran out, leaving me to win by just three points. “Aw, man.” Michael pouted once more, making me chuckle. I set my controller on the coffee table before giving Michael a pouty face in return. “Aww, is someone being a poor sport? Hmm?” I cooed, making him smile and blush. “Y-yeah, I was just looking forward to a massage. And I don’t like losing too much.” Michael sighed, smiling more. “I’ll get over it, though.” “Good. I don’t want any grumpy pants sitting in my lap. Now, come here for a minute!” I commanded, patting my legs, making Michael blush even harder. “I’ve, um, never sat in a grown woman’s lap before.” he spoke so very quietly. “And I’ve never had a guy sit in my lap before. Another first for the two of us.” I wedged a pillow between me and the arm of the couch, and Michael shyly turned on his side, getting into position. I carefully opened my legs so his bottom slid between them, his head against my shoulder and his legs curled up slightly. If that sounds uncomfortable, you’re wrong. It was actually quite comfy, and Michael looked so adorable! “There we go!” I cooed once more, smiling so Michael could see I was fine with it. All I heard from him was a shy laugh, and it wasn’t long before he rested his cheek on me, looking up quietly. I used one hand to hold him in place, as the other gently ran along his back, his arms, and through his hair. If I wanted to, I could’ve easily convinced him to wear a diaper, but I still wanted to get a gage for what role he was hoping to get from me. “Comfy?” I asked. “V-very. This is so nice.” Michael sighed happily, leaning up to kiss me on the cheek. That made me blush. I was used to guys always turning things sexual or going for a kiss on the lips almost all the time. But Michael’s kisses were that of love, not lust. I could feel it. “Hmm, good. You keep letting me further and further in, Michael. I’m glad!” “Me too, actually.” I decided to just go for the answers I was looking for, making sure to hold Michael and caress him a bit more to keep him calm. “Is this what you like, Michael? I mean, I’m sure...or I guess I kind of know...that you have your ideal scenarios with being your little self. But, am I wrong in assuming this isn’t always entirely sexual for you?” “Well, um,” he stammered at first, before swallowing and speaking normally, “I’d say, 90 percent of the time, it’s sexual, or it turns sexual. So even if I’m being like held, or um, fed, or anything, I think it at some point will turn sexual, because it turns me on. But, there’s that 10 percent where this is all I want: to just be loved and cared for.” “I see, and I can understand that. And you always like being treated tenderly?” “It’s...complicated, in that department.” Michael sighed once more. “Try me. You’re in Erica’s patented safety lap. Nothing will hurt you in here.” I reassured him with my silly humor. “I like being fussed over, and talked to like...like a baby sometimes, being completely cared for and all that. Other times, I like the idea of being playfully forced into the baby role, and teased and humiliated. So nothing where it’s being done out of cruelty or to just be mean to me, but more or less, I’d struggle a bit, lose said struggle, and then be teased about my diapers and being a big baby. I’m even okay with being teased about others finding out, but I don’t actually like the idea of them finding out. Just the thought, if that makes sense.” “It does. So if you were playfully forced, as you say, and were then told that your partner was inviting all her friends over to see what a mess you made in your diaper, you’d be okay with that, as long as she didn’t actually invite them over.” “E-exactly! Ho-how…” “Internet, silly!” I smirked. “Of course.” Michael playfully rolled his eyes with a smile, fidgeting softly in my lap. “Jokes aside, that’s cool. So you like a sometimes caring, sometimes teasing, caregiver/mommy/babysitter?” I asked. “Y-yeah. Exactly. I’m not into the mean or strict scene. I also don’t do well being forced to do all things babyish...so no blocks or baby toys, no crying like a baby. I’m more into the...bottles…..and pacifiers….and diapers.” “And with the diapers, I’m guessing you use them for everything?” “Define everything.” Michael requested, leading me to confirm my suspicions. “You know, silly. Wetting…” I said slowly, making Michael nod. “Messing…” another nod. “Yes...yes…” he answered meekly. “...cumming?” “Yes...part of the fetish side, I guess. The diaper itself turns me on in addition to everything else. “Hmmm,” I winked, “I know I could just read all of this on your fetish page, but this is much more fun. You’re turned on by the diaper in any particular way?” “Dry and wet right now. Messing, not so much, as I kind of get freaked out and feel the sudden need to clean myself up right after. I don’t really mess all that much.” he explained, blushing after realizing what he’d just said. “Hey, it’s fine! I asked, didn’t I?” I kissed his rosy red cheeks. “You did.” “Mhm! And you’re doing such a good job opening up to me!” This made him smile more, letting out a quiet, “Thank you,” before kissing me back. “You’re quite welcome, mister.” I booped him on the nose, making him smile more. “So…” Michael paused. “So....?” “Now that you know all of this, I guess I’m curious. Where do you see yourself in all this? I know we like each other, and I think you’re a really wonderful person. Do you find yourself interested in the lifestyle at all, or…?” “Why, I’m so glad you asked!” I exclaimed with a smile. “Honestly? As weird as this might sound, I am interested in taking the caregiver role for a test run. Not really sure how I feel about being called Mommy or taking on the Mommy role yet, but maybe more of a naughty babysitter? I might be apt to take on the other role from there, but I want to test the waters first.” “That’s not weird. I mean, look at who you’re talking to.” Michael giggled. “But really, I’m not gonna pressure you or anything. I’m just thankful that I finally have someone to talk to about all this.” “Good!” I gave him a big hug and squeeze, making him giggle more. “Now, what shall we do next, hmm? More video games?” “Sure!” “Hmm. but I think we should get out of our day clothes.” I suggested. Little did I know, I’d regret that suggestion. “Sounds good to me. Pajamas?” Michael asked. “Pajamas, boxers...diapers, if you brought them. Whatever you’re comfortable wearing around me.” “Oh, well, I did bring some things, actually.” Michael looked towards his backpack with a smile. “Oh? And?” “I’m, um, I think I’m okay with you either seeing me in one without a blanket this time.” “Aww, yeah? Well, come on, then!” I bounced him in my lap, making him laugh. We both got up from the couch, with Michael grabbing his backpack. I led him to my room, turning the light on. “You can get dressed in here, hun.” I smiled. “If you want me to leave, I’m cool with that. I just need to get my pajamas.” “No, I think I’m okay with you being in here.” Michael said uneasily. “You’re sure?” “Yeah.” he shrugged, before plopping his backpack down and opening it up, pulling a diaper out. “D-do you mind, um, not looking while I put it on? I am still nervous about that.” The diaper shook in his hand, almost violently. “Aww, of course! Are you sure you’re okay with this? You’re shaking.” I asked once more. “What? Um, yeah! Gotta get out of my comfort zone a bit, right?” he laughed. I looked away, focusing my attention on getting out of my jeans and into my pajama bottoms. I heard some rustling, with the sound of what I assumed to be the diaper being opened up and laid out on my bed. I could then hear Michael’s belt being undone and his pants being taken off. Slowly putting my own pajamas on, I peeked from the corner of my eye at my tall dresser mirror, and I saw Michael sweating quite a bit, his hands still shaking as he carefully ripped the tabs open on each side, taping himself up. “Is it difficult getting yourself into one of those?” I asked. “Mmm, it can be sloppy sometimes. It’s more like it isn’t all that fun.” Michael explained, as I heard him struggling with the last set of tabs. “Of course, I’m having trouble with these.” I heard him sigh in frustration, and as much as I didn’t want to, I turned to look at him, lying on my bed, with a half taped up diaper around his waist. He looked...so precious. I couldn’t even describe it if I wanted to. “H-hey!” He blurted, trying to cover himself up. “I-I’m sorry, Michael. Let me help you.” I offered, pulling up my pajama bottoms before approaching him. “I’m okay, I promise. Please.” he sighed once more. Something wasn’t right. He was clearly upset. “I know I sound like a broken record, but you’re sure? I’m totally okay if you don’t want to do this.” “Positive. Thanks.” he replied in a short tone. Okayyyy… I thought to myself, turning around to let him finish. Finally, I heard him get up with a, “There. All done.” When I turned around, he stood before me in nothing but his t-shirt and diaper. I couldn’t help but smile and let out a cooing giggle, not to tease him, but because I genuinely thought he looked so stinkin’ cute! “Are you laughing at me?” Michael asked, the uneasiness growing in his voice. “What? No! I think you look adorable! Just look!” I said, standing next to him and giving him a good look at himself in the mirror. There was a long pause, his face red and his hands shaking more, before he quietly said, “I look like a fucking idiot. What the hell am I doing?” “Whoa, Michael. It’s okay.” I eased. “No it isn’t. Why do I even like this? Why did I let you in? Last time I let someone in, they made fun of me, and now I look and feel like an idiot and a freak. I’m….I’m sorry, Erica. I think I made a mistake.” “Hey, just put your clothes back on and we can talk, okay?” I tried calming him down. “I’m sorry,” he began to cry, “can you just leave the room real quick?” I nodded, legitimately worried. What happened? I thought it was going so well! What set him off? Was it my peeking? Did he catch me looking at him? I left the room, hearing him cry a bit more. Within moments, he came out of my bedroom, tears streaming down his face. “Michael, talk to me. What’s wrong?” “It’s this. No...it’s me, Erica. It’s me. I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m sorry for ruining our weekend and if you don’t want to talk to me any more for being such a weirdo, I get it. Thank you for everything.” He hurriedly put his shoes on, before grabbing his duffel bag (which I assumed had his regular clothing in it). “If I did something to upset you, I’m sorry.” I apologized. “It’s my own stupid self fucking things up again.” he cried. “Then let’s talk it out! And besides, you left your backpack in my room. Now come on. Take your shoes off and let’s talk. I’m not upset with you at all. Help me understand.” “Not now,” he replied, hurriedly opening my door and walking out, “I’m sorry. I think I need some space.” And with that, Michael left, leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened, and with his backpack stocked with a few pacifiers, a bottle, some wipes, baby powder, and three diapers. It would take a bit more digging and a whole lot of patience on my end to coax him out and figure out what was going on with him. TO BE CONTINUED I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as well. I know I'm aiming for one chapter per week. With Christmas coming up next week, I will be out of town and that may delay my ability to post chapter 9 up in a timely fashion, so please bear with me! :)

I saw these diapers on another post and I tryed to figure out what diapers they were, the other post had nudity so i didn't want to post those pictures. anybody help?

I think you'll find bed wetters and D/Ls equally across the gay/bi/straight communities. I think the only difference is that gays may be more likely to be open about their particular fetishes with other gays than straights may be. IMHO

Thanks for the awesome suggestions everyone, lots of new stories to sink my teeth into I've read some of his stuff, I really liked Winter Break and loved Weekend Punishment

So... I know some people don't associate ABDL with sexual desires and I can completely understand because I'm like that half of the time... but, my DL side has gotten the best of me in this story and I've finally given in to writing a few scenes of that nature so I thought a warning would be appropriate for these next few or more if any of y'all wanted to stop reading before we get into that neck of the woods. I personally enjoy reading ABDL stories with erotic twists and turns on this site so it's only time to add to it. To summarize: This story is going to delve into scenes of a sexual nature in the next few chapters, so be warned if you aren't into that sort of thing. Chapter 3 The refreshment attendant peaked into the cabin as Hayden pulled down her shirt, trying to cover her exposed diaper. Saul smacked away Hayden’s hand as the attendant spoke, “First stop is a Whickamore. Second is at Aeradon. Any juice I can get your baby?” The woman smiled and waved her hand at Hayden. Hayden became red again, embarrassed that this stranger was treating her like a baby... as if she knew? Was Hayden on an episode of Punk’d? Were these paid actors and everyone was getting paid good money to treat her like an infant? She felt so small and belittled and it was undermining all that she worked on for in the past few years. “Apple juice, thank you.” Saul said, bouncing Hayden on his lap as she looked out the window in embarrassment. Apple juice? She didn’t even want that. Ugh. The woman handed Saul an apple juice box and Saul gave her an Eruthen coin to pay. He stuck the straw through the box and handed it to Hayden, who looked down at it. Saul sighed, shaking his head, “You are going to have fun with the Lodge, aren’t you?” He tickled her sides and she smiled, holding back her laughs. Hm, grumpy? Saul thought, frowning. She probably needed another nap, but he chose to tell the grandma’s that once they checked in at the Boarding Lodge. Most bratty littles were sent there, hand selected by the elders to be trained to become good little girls and boys. Saul didn't know what the Grandmothers' secrets were, but they worked well. Saul brought the straw up to her mouth and she hesitated, meeting his watchful eyes. She leaned in, suckling the straw as she drank. She was thirsty, but she didn’t want to give Saul anymore victories. He already spanked her, diapered her and was now making her drink from a juice pack. Could it get any worse? Saul set the juice pack on the counter as he cradled her, patting the bottom of her diaper. Hayden blushed, trying to not think about what she was wearing. She did feel the need to use the restroom and there was a... stickiness in her nether regions. Why was she sticky with excitement? She blushed at the thought, shaking it away quickly. Another thought dawned on her: how was she supposed to use the restroom? Surely, he wouldn’t make her use the diaper right? She didn’t want to ask. Saul seemed to like her embarrassment in some twisted way and she didn’t want to make matters worse. Her head rested on his chest. She was tense, her shoulders strained and neck hurting from trying to not nuzzle into him or lay on him fully. Hayden decided she didn’t like Saul, although he was suddenly being nice and comforting. She finally let her body relax; her muscles were becoming sore anyhow and she didn’t know how much longer she could stay strained. Hayden’s eyes grew heavy as she looked out the window, seeing a mountain range and a village they passed that had smoke stacks coming out of it’s chimneys. Trees and mountains scattered behind the village that had a hefty layer of snow. Hayden was only wearing a jean jacket, a shirt and a diaper. Unless Saul planned on giving back her leggings, it was going to be freezing when she stepped outside. Saul watched as Hayden’s eyes closed, her breathing slowing. His grey, tired eyes traced her long dark lashes and pink pouty lips. She was a very beautiful little from her prominent yet puffy cheekbones to her furrowed eyebrows and youthful skin. She was a mix of sorts. Bratty, stubborn, loveable, clever, playful, possibly cuddly. One that a daddy, mommy or any caretaker would be lucky to have. Lucky to have… Did I just think that? Saul thought as his hands traced her leak guards under her bottom. Saul didn’t have his own little. He was an adult and met all requirements to adopt. Of course, he’d have to go through some psychological tests before adopting, but so did every parent in the Elven Realm. Why didn’t he adopt was the real question. Saul never actually considered it… until he was studying a peculiar little in his arms right now. Saul liked the thrill of a chase… yet was it enough? He liked a challenge of a hunt, sure... but when would that get old? It was beginning to feel old and he wanted to settle down eventually and stop traveling so often. He was hardly home; his house was clean but it looked like no one lived there. Saul swore off dating entirely… but that didn’t mean that he felt complete. He was lonely a lot and maybe that’s why he liked assignments because he’d be following a little that could fill that gap for a certain period of time. For a moment, he thought long and hard about it… To think, a little like Hayden in his bed at night, curled up to him. He had issues sleeping at night as it was but he’d almost definitely sleep like a bear with a little like Hayden with him. He shook his head, frowning. He couldn’t, no wouldn’t get attached to a little. He’d been hunting for the past 5 years and this little wasn’t going to change his job title in one day. It was against the rules, anyways. The little would be presented to a few randomized caretaker families that would choose to adopt. It was a computerized system that couldn’t be adjusted…well, unless you were wealthy… No, nope, Saul was not the type to buy a little. That’d be unlike himself. Completely against his morals. Adoption was a loving process, not a bid at an auction as they say. Someone loving would adopt Hayden, no doubt, Saul thought. Saul shook his head, sighing, worrisome thoughts brewing in his head. He had heard bad, terrible stories of littles. Littles like Hayden required a different sort of attention and a certain caretaker to give punishments when necessary. Some caretakers didn’t know how to deal with littles like her and couldn’t punish their littles well enough to the point where the little became unwanted, unloved and were sent back to some sort of training, or worse, the little looney bin. As a result, someone in the Elven Realm would begin aging, losing immortality when a little became dark, detached. Hayden awoke to being swaddled in a soft, warm blanket as she was picked up. Her eyes opened, feeling a crisp, cold air nip at her nose. She was pressed near Saul’s shoulder, smelling his evergreen scent. She looked behind him, seeing families file out of a train with their… children? She blinked, focusing on one ‘child’ or, I guess, what they’d call ‘little’ with their parents. The little wasn’t that much smaller than their adults. Maybe the adults had a foot over the smaller man they were with who skipped behind them in a happy stupor. The man was Hayden’s height, around 5 foot tall, and followed the parents as if he was almost lost. He was in a bright blue coat and had bear mittens on. He didn’t look like he was in the same scenario as Hayden. He didn’t seem to be treated like a baby or toddler to the extent she was. What was with that? She pondered in her sleepy state. Hayden’s green eyes looked forward, seeing a van with a few older women with long coats looking at her with awaiting inviting smiles. The one that caught Hayden’s eyes had glasses and white and darker blonde, short curly hair with rosy pink cheeks, smiling at Hayden approaching in Saul’s arms. Saul blinked, trying not to feel his emotions. He didn’t want to hand over Hayden, yet he knew she needed training. She needed to know her place, since she would be a baby or, at most, a toddler once training had been finished. It was rare when a little would be chosen to stay a baby or toddler. Most littles would graduate from Grandma’s Boarding Lodge to the Little Training Academy to become a elementary school age or a kid little, yet certain littles like Hayden required a special training. However, the elders had other plans for Hayden. They decided she would make a fine toddler, or baby, and, that required additional training. Extended Grandma’s Boarding Lodge was only for special littles. An elementary or child range little would go to the Little Training Academy after a good week, not to stay at the lodge. Little Hayden truly didn’t know the rough time she would endure very soon if she didn’t follow the rules. Saul kissed Hayden’s soft, thick hair. “Isn’t she precious?” Grandma Anne Marie pinched her cheek and Hayden glared back. Grandma Anne Marie gasped, “What a grumpy girl! Someone already needs a nap, huh?” Hayden stared at her, noticing how plump she was, yet carried a wise voice as she looked at the young girl. “Maybe she needs a change!” Grandma Whitney said, giddy for the new little as she stood beside Anne Marie. She was always the ‘more liked’ grandma of the tri-fecta. She always coddled new littles to Grandma Anne Marie’s scrutiny. She loved Whitney like a sister, but it always made her question her fellow grandma, wondering why she always had to be so forgiving to bad littles. Grandma Anne Marie was a bit jealous of Whitney. Whitney was the youngest one of them, middle aged with light blonde and white hair that was long and braided in a pony tail. She was the most loving of the three, for certain. It was as if Grandma Anne Marie and Whitney played good cop bad cop and, to Anne Marie’s distaste, she was always the bad cop. Saul patted Hayden’s diaper, “No, she’s still dry. She’s been grumpy since we got her.” He winked at Anne Marie, knowing she’d get the hint that Hayden was just sassy, not grumpy. Saul climbed into the van, unwrapping Hayden and placing her in the car seat, strapping the new little into the gigantic seat. Hayden’s mouth gaped at the baby car seat as she was placed down. This must be a nightmare, I’ll wake up soon right? Hayden told herself as she felt two straps pulled over her shoulders and clicking into the buckles near her crotch, pressing on her diaper. She shifted, feeling an odd tingling... between her legs. Nope, there was no way she was feeling excited in a fucking diaper, she thought, blushing. Grandma Eleanor took Hayden’s hand, slipping on a mitten and tightening the band to hold her hand in place. Hayden was in a fog of confusion as Eleanor had already placed one light pink mitten on. Hayden pulled her hand away as Eleanor began on the second hand. Hayden quickly placed her hand underneath her padded bottom, wincing at the noise of a crinkle and remembering her stinging bottom once more. Saul was outside the van, speaking to the other two grandmas about Hayden, watching the scene unfold. Saul said firmly, “Hayden, be a good girl before you get another punishment.” Hayden pouted, shaking her small head sadly as she looked down at the seat that held her captive. Grandma Eleanor grabbed her hand and slipped on the other light pink mitten. “My, my, what an attitude already.” Grandma Eleanor said as she shook her head, reaching back into the diaper bag for socks. “She’s already meeting our expectations thus far. We’ll see how long she wants to keep up an attitude.” Grandma Anne Marie said with a tsk. The elders had warned her that this little was going to be another challenge, one that the grandmas had fixed time and time again. Hayden sat there as Grandma Eleanor placed knee-high white bow socks on Hayden’s feet. The cool winter air nipping at her exposed legs that hung out of the car seat. “What happened to your face, Saul?” Hayden heard Grandma Whitney ask as the vans door was shut. They talked amongst themselves outside as if Hayden couldn’t hear them. Hayden blushed, looking down at her attire in the silence of the van. Her mitten hands pawed at the car seats buckles, nothing unlatching no matter how hard she clawed. She could hear their voices clear from the inside of the van, “The little maced my face.” The grandmothers gasped, surprised. He paused, looking at Hayden pouting in the van, looking ridiculously adorable, “She was dealt with already. Hayden received a well-deserved spanking.” She shifted, hearing them talk outside as the car seat rubbing against her diaper and she moaned, gasping. Why did that feel so good? Hayden thought, embarrassed at her sudden hot and bothered state. “Thank you, Saul. Your work is always appreciated.” Grandma Whitney said, opening the door as they filed into the van. Grandma Eleanor went to the front, getting in the driver’s seat. “Be a good girl to the Grandmothers, Hayden.” Saul winked at Hayden as she pouted, wishing that she’d see him again. Sure, Saul was very physically intimidating, but he was the only familiar face she knew right at the moment. Now, she was being whisked away with these strange older women that called themselves ‘grandmothers’.

I have noticed that when my Mommy has a boyfriend my desire to wear pink diapers and pink diaper covers increases exponentially. I am not sure if it is because I know I am not the man in the bedroom or if I subconsciously do it to submit to her lover. Maybe just the humilation of my wife making love to another man is enough to throw me into a sissy overload.

Chapter 2 Hayden stirred awake, her heart racing as she felt her body regaining consciousness in a slow pace. She tried to awaken from the fog that took over her brain hours ago as quick as she could, it was dire after all. She still could feel the sting on her bottom when the unfamiliar men pulled down her pants and injected her with something that put her to sleep. Her mind went into a panic as it began to awake more. Was she going to be sex trafficked? Were they going to rape her? Was she going to be murdered? Hayden didn’t know, but these men couldn’t have had good intentions. Her eyes blinked open, feeling a rumble under her and the noise of a whistle from a… train? She pressed her hand into someone, fidgeting up, soon to be quickly held down by the unfamiliar man who she first saw at Starbucks. Hayden began whimpering as she wriggled under him and Saul cradled her in his arms. “Shhhh, shhhhh, little one.” Her eyes blinked back tears as he cooed her, grasping her firmly in his hands. Oh no, she would not be getting away from me this time, Saul thought. “What do you want from me?” Hayden whimpered, looking at the four men in the train cabin with her. Sure, they all looked normal, not what Hayden would deem as ‘bad people’ if she met them well before this day. She considered maybe one or two of them good looking, if not ready to attack them to escape far away. Yet these men wanted something from her or wanted to keep her for some sick purpose. She had met many sex trafficking survivors at the Women’s Center and knew that sex traffickers, rapists and even pyschopaths looked normal. One of the guys on the opposite side of the cabin with bright blue eyes and a shaved head said, “Here, Saul.” He took out a syringe and handed it to the guy holding Hayden down. The most muscular of the guys who had been holding Hayden, Saul, grasped the syringe as he continued to hold her down with one arm. “No, no, no, please, please not again, NO.” Hayden whimpered as one of the other men stood up, helping Saul place her on her stomach as Saul pulled down her pants and underwear, injecting the serum to calm Hayden down. Hayden felt a sting in her bottom and then her pants were pulled back up as tears fell down her face. She was fully expecting to go back to sleep within moments... yet nothing happened. She met Saul’s eyes as she was turned back over. Hayden's eyes caught his red rimmed ones and red spotted face from the mace. He had a handsome face with a sharp nose and light steel rimmed glasses that gave him a matured look. It was a shame that she had to use her defense mechanism on him. If she had to choose to use the mace on anyone in the room, it'd be the guy with the shaved head. Saul had what people considered ‘salt and pepper’ hair for his young age of 29 that was short cropped in almost spikes above his head. He sported a beard that matched his hair nicely. He had a rough look about him in his serious eyes that made most littles not even attempt to try him or be even the slightest bit of bratty to him. Many littles knew his reputation and, if had known Hayden’s acts, would be afraid for her. Hayden was hyperventilating as she licked her lips, feeling parched from her sleep. Saul loosened his grip as she relaxed slightly, catching a glimpse of her hair in wonder. “You dyed my hair while I was… drugged?” Hayden said, turning her once light brown and blonde hair between her fingers. It was a dark brown, with white, almost grey, pieces and flecks of silver catching the light in her hair. What in the hell had happened while she was asleep? All four men began laughing, as if it were an inside joke. As they laughed, Hayden frowned as she began to feel more relaxed. It was becoming apparent whatever they injected her with must have been in the same medicine family as Xanax. Maybe these sex traffickers were trying to drug me to act normal on this train ride, Hayden thought. She shifted on Saul’s lap, uncomfortable. Why was she being held on this stranger’s lap in a cradle-like fashion? It made close to no sense to Hayden. She slowly tried sitting up to sit in the empty spot between them and Saul reaffirmed his grasp. “Ah, ah, ah, stay.” He said as if Hayden were a pet. Her face became blank. She had never been treated in such a condescending manner before. How rude, she thought. She stopped fidgeting, sighing in defeat. To Saul’s liking, he smiled at her attempts to escape his grasp. He wanted to make sure she knew her place quickly with him, even if they didn’t have any dialect. Conrad wanted, so badly, to be the one to hold her when she awoke, but Saul didn’t and wouldn’t allow it. This little maced him, the least he could do is manipulate her to the best of his ability before she was admitted into Grandma's Boarding School. He loved poking at littles who didn’t know their place yet, especially ones who were on the brattier spectrum. “When go through the portal to the Elven Realm, that’s when a little’s genetics become unmasked from the Mundane Realm.” Hayden’s naturally pouty lips fell into a line. “I get that I’m drugged, but I’m not that naïve.” She said, with an attitude that was not to Saul’s liking. Saul looked at her small eyebrows furrowing, considering turning her onto her tummy again and placing a few good swats on her bottom. He sighed, refraining from his instinctual response. It was too soon to spank her and he didn’t want to culture-shock her until the time was right. “Watch your attitude.” Saul said slowly to plant the first seed of fear in Hayden. He wanted her to make sure she knew who to be afraid of between him and his fellow hunters. “Let me go or else.” She wriggled underneath Saul. To Saul’s surprise, she wasn’t understanding his threats clearly enough. “Hayden, do you want a spanking?” Saul said, grunting as he grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinning them against the wall. His other arm pinning her thighs down so she was immobile. She gulped, staring up to him in distress. “How do you know my name?” She asked. Saul was caught off guard from the question. She was very intelligent, that he knew. He just wasn’t expecting such a question from someone so…cute and innocent looking. Littles were deceiving, Saul tended to forget that easily. “We’re little hunters. It’s part of the job to know our target thoroughly.” Aaron said, looking out the window. What happened to mystery? Saul thought. And it wasn’t even their target. They were only supposed to be backup if things got out of hand. Hayden shifted as Saul let go and scooped her back up, letting her sit up a little bit more in his lap. Hayden’s mind rattled, wondering if she heard the guy right… “Did you just say… little hunters?” Saul sighed, he’d been on too many assignments to be irritated with the common questions every new little had. He had answered them hundreds of times and would let the other guys take over on this one. “Yes.” Conrad responded. Hayden cracked a smile, making Saul’s eyes light up. To his surprise, once again, she giggled, “So… you guys are considered tiny so that’s why you are named ‘Little Hunters’?” She laughed at her own joke in her dazed state. Saul smiled, finding it humorous as Conrad, Aaron and Chester acted unphased, almost annoyed. Technically, to Saul, Conrad, Aaron and Chester were the ‘tinier guys’ in the hunter divisions. Saul knew they were new to hunting, immature at that, and had only had a few successful captures without need for reinforcements. Hayden wasn’t finished, “Are there gatherers as well?” Saul stifled a laugh, coughing instead. After all, a few hours before he was sprayed with mace and could still play off the act. This little was surprising, in an entertaining way. She was making jokes of his coworkers and he was enjoying every moment. She was condescending which did require a reprimand, yet this little had piqued Saul’s interest, still witty even with her captors she knew nothing about. Conrad stuttered, “N-no.” He cleared his throat, “You are a little. We hunt for little ones like you.” Saul was still getting a kick out of seeing Conrad getting caught off guard by such a feisty little. Didn’t he get it already? Only Saul could give this little a dose of her own medicine, not the Radder, Aaron nor Chester. None of them had the experience nor careful hands for such a little. Although Conrad was once Saul’s apprentice not so long ago, that didn’t mean Saul's wisdom rubbed off on him in the slightest. Her face became serious, “Like sex trafficking?” Everyone bursted out laughing… well, besides Hayden. “No. You were born here and it was time for you to come back.” Hayden rolled her eyes, “Sure, I was born in a different ‘realm’ and the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus is real.” She sat up more on Saul’s lap, losing care that she was wiggling around on him like a child. One of the men with ginger hair, Aaron, gasped, “For certain, one baby is getting coal for Christmas.” Hayden cocked her head to the side, feeling something itchy behind her ear, distracted from this man calling her a ‘baby’. She grasped the culprit beneath her thick wavy locks, noting that it pulled on her head. She squinted, looking down at a… feather? From her head? She grasped a handful of hair in concern, pulling it from behind her. A few white and brown feathers, more greyish strands of soft waves and purple low lights scattered her dark brown hair. Her hair was beautiful in some strange woodsy way. She wanted to look in a mirror, yet there were none around. If this were all true, then what else changed about her? She wondered. Saul watched her from behind, eyes trailing to her backside that had lace panties sticking out. One of Saul’s pet peeves was when a little tried to look ‘sexy’ in the mundane world, attempting to act older than they really were. Not to mention, little Hayden was on his lap, not padded, and could wet herself on him at any moment and he would be left infuriated. He sighed, “Can one of you hand me the diaper bag? I’m not waiting any longer.” Hayden gasped as she heard his words and he picked her up in a swoop, almost as if she were as light as a puppy. Saul was strong and it was easy for him to move littles as he pleased. It would take the strength of Conrad and his two friends to hold Hayden down to the same regard that Saul could. He laid Hayden on her back on the train cabins seat as she began protesting, “What did you just say?” She laid on her back, looking up to his towering figure looming over her. Conrad stood up, “Hey, she’s mine, not yours to diaper.” Hayden squinted in confusion as she looked from Saul to Conrad. Diaper? What were they talking about? Hayden thought, laying there not knowing what to do. “She was my target to begin with. You decided to show up when back-up wasn’t necessary and I have multiple incidences that I could have reported you on in which I still haven’t.” Saul said, annoyed. Of course Conrad was making a scene in front of a little.Ugh, the amount of stupidity this guy had, Saul thought. “Without me you would have been still sitting in the alley with mace in your face, buddy.” Conrad said, becoming agitated. Hayden suppressed a smile, trying to stifle a giggle but it still came out. “Don’t think you’re getting out of your punishment for that, Hayden.” Hayden gulped as she laid there, going silent. Punishment? What exactly did he mean? She crossed her arms over her chest, uncomfortable to the thought. Conrad looked to Aaron and Chester, “Let’s go to the other cabin, boys. Saul can deal with the bratty toddler by himself.” He paused after Aaron and Chester left, “Do me a favor and don’t call me when you’re having issues.” Saul rolled his eyes, scratching his stubble, “Yeah, I think I can handle one little by myself, thanks for the offer, bud.” Hayden blushed. Surely, they weren’t talking about her? Bratty? Toddler? Little one?She didn’t understand all of these references to child-like things. She was an adult, not a baby. She was in a calm stupor from the medicine, sure, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand what was going on. She wanted to leave, go home to her apartment, yet she was trapped. Heck, she didn’t even know what state she was in, nor if she was even considered to be on Earth as it was. After the three men left, Saul turned his back, looking in the cabin shelf. Hayden decided to take the chance. She moved quickly, lunging to the cabin door as Saul had his back turned. Saul rose his eyebrows, as if he were humored at her attempt to run. As Hayden’s hand grasped the train cabins door, she felt her feet leave the ground as Saul picked her up by her armpits. She kicked in the air, but to no avail, her petite legs just flailed like a toddler's throwing a tantrum. Saul roared in a laugh at her failed attempt. He placed her underneath one arm as she kicked and screamed, without any remorse from Saul. He grabbed the diaper bag and flung it to the floor, sitting on the green cabin seating. Hayden was thrown over Saul’s lap, the wind being knocked out of her as her bottom was raised in the air and her pants and panties were taken down in a heartbeat. “SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE NO, PLEASE!” She screamed bloody murder as she still fought Saul’s strong hold grip on her waist. He grunted, as she elbowed him in the stomach. Yep, that one hurt, Saul thought as he decided to begin his swats to her bottom without any hesitation. At first, Hayden gasped in shock when he landed his first spank. She didn’t understand that she was screaming at the top of her lungs, yet no one came to her help. She could have been murdered and apparently the people on this train gave no fucks. She wriggled under him as he kept his grip, nearly tearing into her tiny side because she was fighting so hard against him. One of them was going to let up and stop fighting, and Saul knew it was going to be her. Her screams stopped and turned into wailing. After a few minutes, she stopped moving, just whimpering in self-pity. She was weak, and no match for this strong man who must have had bones of steel because she couldn’t even nudge him. Hayden gave up, accepting her defeat as she felt stinging pain in her bottom. This Saul guy must have been a pro spanker, because he knew the perfect timing to alternate buns. Once one buttock was stinging to the point of numbness, he’d switch to the other when that one had regained feeling. The spanking seemed like it was never ending until she had no tears left to cry and her cheeks were stained red from embarrassment. After what felt like countless hours of a spanking, Saul ceased his merciless reign of spanking champion, seeing the Hayden was limp. Saul knew that these next moments were important. It was critical for littles to be chastised, yet the aftercare was the most important part. If a little didn’t feel love for a long period of time, then the Realm’s immortal vitality would dissipate. Saul helped Hayden up. Hayden stood with her pants on the ground, so overwhelmed with unfamiliar emotions that she could only look at the ground, holding her hands in front of her nether regions. Saul paused, knowing full well that every new little had modesty that he loved stripping down until they were a puddle of helplessness. He almost had Hayden there, and maybe, she wouldn’t need as much training one he was done with her. Saul pulled Hayden close to him, tilting her chin up to look through his glasses, into his grey eyes, “What do you have to say for yourself, missy?” Hayden frowned, once again confused. Why was she being treated like a child? Of course she knew what to say, yet she didn’t want to say it because this situation was not fair in ANY context. She had rights and it wasn’t okay to treat any human like this. Her lips trembled, seeing his serious expression, “I-I’m sorry.” Saul’s eyes narrowed, looking at her puffy lips and cheeks then back into her moss green eyes, “Mhm, for what?” Hayden’s eyes looked confused, then seeing his red puffy eyes she remembered what happened earlier. “For spraying your face with mace.” She said, almost breathlessly. Saul pulled her by her jean jacket collar closer to him, kissing her forehead as she squinted at his dark blue jeans in confusion. Why was he kissing my forehead after that? She thought. “I forgive you, baby.” He touched her cute little cheek with a smile, “Now let’s get a diaper on you.” He loved saying the word ‘diaper’ to a new little. They hated it and he cherished the reaction each and every time. Hayden’s mouth gaped open as she stood there, her face going to a deeper shade of red. She whimpered as Saul stood, turning and pushing Hayden on the seating. She laid down in pure defeat, feeling a new wave of pain from her red bottom touching the hard seat. Hayden was giving up care because she had no other choice. She was going to do whatever this ‘Saul’ guy wanted because she was just a ball of Play-Doh that he could form into anything he wanted at this point. Hayden stared up at the wooden ceiling in the train cabin, wondering where they were headed to. She was so caught up in the events in the cabin that she hadn’t had a chance to begin worrying. She jumped as she felt Saul grab her ankles, raising her knees near her face in a swift motion as a fluffy white diaper was slid under her. She felt the soft padding and closed her eyes, hoping this was all just a nightmare. There was no way this was real, maybe just a dream right? Hayden thought, hoping she was hallucinating. She felt tickles and a soft coolness sprinkle her bottom and then her legs were lowered. The smell of powder hinted the air and Hayden tried not to smell. She made the mistake of looking down as Saul meticulously patted in the powder in her delicate areas. He caught her glance with a crooked smile, savoring her humiliation. He took his time delicately sprinkling powder into every crevice to thoroughly enjoy this moment. He loved diaper changes the most. It filled the void in his heart that made his job worth every minute, every second. This was the first and last time he’d be changing Hayden’s diaper, so why not enjoy the sweet torment that she would endure? Hayden made a small gasp as the diaper was slowly folded over her front, feeling the sudden thickness between her thighs. The leak guards tickled her inner thighs and Saul taped the diaper on as snugly as he could, patting the front after he was finished and admiring his work, soaking in the new little’s complete humiliation. Hayden felt tiny, very much like a child…no, a baby. The way she was being cooed. The thick padding between her legs. The odd sense of comfort in accepting the embarrassment of the situation. She felt so young, so… cute? Ugh. She loathed the thought. She was, not even hours before, a stong, independent woman who lived alone in her Chicago apartment but was now reduced to a… toddler. Hayden sniffled, one last tear going down her face. This couldn’t be real, could it?

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."

Plastic or PUL pants

A soft, tinkling mechanic lullaby filled the air, stirring Reila from sleep. She blinked sleepily, eyes focusing on a bunch of little stuffed toys dangling on strings above her. They rotated, playing the tinny melody. A baby’s mobile. What the hell? Was she dreaming? She brought her hands up to rub her eyes, surprised at the touch of soft cloth and thick padding. Padded mittens. Fucking pink padded mittens.She wiggled her fingers in the confines of the thick padding. The most she could do was curl her fingers slightly. The stiff padding wouldn’t let her form a fist. Helpless panic washed over her.The weird nightmare with Azrael and Nicky flooded her brain. Eyes wide and fully awake, heart pounding, her head swivelled frantically on her pillow. Wooden bars rose up on either side of her- a crib. She jerked herself into a sitting position with a loud crinkle from her bottom. Her room was still the same. But she was in a crib.She looked around the room, still cluttered with Uschi’s old crap. The owl statue on the dresser sat facing her mockingly, sharpening the memory of the dream. The only other new addition was a large changing table made of polished wood. A thin plastic mattress and safety straps occupied the top; the lower shelves were filled with stacks upon stacks of thick, folded plastic rectangles in various colors and prints. Enormous Christmas diapers; thick monstrosities just waiting for her. Boxes of wipes, bottles of baby powder, tubes of ointments, and a clear jar filled with wax bullets- homemade suppositories. A cheery red bow sat in the middle of the mat. A similar green bow was tied around a post at the foot of the crib. No longer Uschi’s spare bed, but a large, adult sized crib just for her. She stared through the wooden bars. The mobile overhead continued to rotate with its soft lullaby. The numbness of shock gradually wore off as she processed her new, babified reality. Azrael was taking this joke way, way too far. Az must have come visiting last night on Christmas Eve, drugged her, then set all this baby shit up. Where would she get all this big baby furniture from? Nicky, of course. That fucking diaper shitting tard was always ruining things for her. This seemed like a lot of trouble for a prank- more trouble than it was worth. Would Uschi really let Azrael go that far? It seemed unlikely. Reila frowned. Time to find out what the hell was going on and to crack some skulls in. She grabbed the thin wooden bars and yanked, trying to pull them down. It didn’t budge. Anger started to burn through the numbness. She growled, gums sliding over each other and a large drop of drool running down her chin and onto her pink fleece sleeper. Pain flared along the sore, inflamed tissue. She gasped, mouth open as her tongue swept over her toothless gums. Her teeth Where were her teeth? An image of Azrael pulling each tooth out with bloody pliers while she screamed and screamed ran through her head. She violently shook her head from side to side, dispelling the memory. She could still feel the ghost of her teeth in her gums. Not real. Just a nightmare coupled with some sick, twisted joke. A wave of wet warmth washed over her genitals, pee sloshing around her already soggy diaper, slowly being absorbed. She shifted, wriggling experimentally. Her diaper squished and crinkled. Peeing made her suddenly aware of the enormous diaper engulfing her, forcing her legs far apart. She hadn’t been in a diaper this thick since the red and candy cane monstrosity of Nicky’s. The feel of that diaper brought the nightmare to life, let her know it was real. Her bubble of disbelief popped, reality set in and she screamed her horror. Pain flared in her raw throat, too sore from last night to vent her fresh terror. Her scream died down to a desperate, hoarse gurgle.The door opened and Sonja sauntered in, yawning and stretching. She came over to the crib and smiled down at Reila. “There’s my baby! Merry Christmas! She’s in her crib just like a good baby, and I bet from that fussy face, she’s got a wet diapee for her mommy!” Sonja cooed, lowering the side rail. The gentle, tender warmth in her eyes and tone shocked Reila out of her hysteria. When was the last time her mother ever looked at her like that? Gone was the exasperated apathy and resigned disappointment and frustration. Sonja looked genuinely happy to see her. Reila wondered if Azrael had scrambled Sonja’s brains or replaced her with another person or put a spell on her or something. This loving woman was not the Sonja she knew. Sonja popped open the snaps on Reila’s mint green, footed sleeper and helped herself to her diaper. The soggy padding squished under her probing fingers. Reila’s eyes widened. Where did her nightgown go? This wasn’t a joke or a prank- Azrael the Christmas demon truly had turned her into a big, adult sized baby. She ran her tongue over her sore, toothless gums and whimpered. “Shh, sweetie. Mommy’s getting her angel out of that icky wet diapee.” Sonja cooed and picked Reila up as if she weighed no more than a real baby. Sonja didn’t react to Reila’s size at all- it was as if she saw Reila as an actual baby. Just like how Emma Jean handled Rachel. How Azrael handled Nicky. Sonja laid Reila down on the changing table, pooped open her sleeper, and changed her diaper as proficiently as if she’d been doing so for years. “Waa daa hoo?” Reila tried to talk, opened her mouth to see if she could still talk like Rachel and Nicky. She meant to say what the hell, but all that came out was unintelligible baby babble. Her heart skipped a beat. Just how much of a baby did Az turn her into?“Aa ba boo to you too.” Sonja cooed. “Are you excited to see what Santa brought you?” Reila frantically shook her head, but Sonja ignored her. She’d barely processed the carnage Azrael had wrought on her body, let alone on the rest of her life. She hadn’t even gotten around to thinking about that, couldn’t handle it mentally. Sonja taped a monstrous green diaper with white snowflakes around her waist. Was she doomed to wear this horrid, awful, ridiculously thick diapers for the rest of her life? Just what all had Azrael done to her? She shuddered in horror and fear at those thoughts. “Is my baby cold? There we go!” Sonja closed the snaps on the sleeper, the same color as Reila’s nightgown had been. She popped a big, adult sized pacifier into Reila’s mouth. Reila’s eyes widened at the strange sensation of the huge rubber nipple filling her mouth. She wasn’t sure what to do with it. It was something like Nicky would use. She instantly spat the pacifier out. She wanted to be angry, to blame Nicky and Azrael for this. Nicky easily could’ve warned her this was coming, told her ahead of time. Had he done this to Rachel, too? All she felt was sorrow and betrayal. She hated Azrael down to the marrow in her bones, but the hatred that had once fueled her and gave her strength was now a weak, impotent thing. The fires of her anger had been doused by fear and horror into cold ashes. Azrael was a monster, and Reila was helpless against her. That truth and her babified state left her feeling utterly powerless. She could do nothing on her own now. Anger wouldn’t help her. Sonja lifted Reila up, cradling her like an infant. Reila’s limbs flopped about like limp spaghetti noodles. She lifted her head but could only hold it up for a few seconds before it flopped against her mother. She wriggled her arms and legs, limbs not obeying at all. She scowled. “You’re so squirmy-wormy. Someone’s excited to see her presents.” Sonja laughed and patted Reila’s heavily diapered bottom. Uschi sat in an oversized patched up armchair. She sipped a mug of warm gluhwein. A plate of lebkuchen, soft, puffy spice cookies slathered in sweet frosting, sat on the coffee table. She beamed as Sonja carried Reila in. She raised her mug in a toast. “You girls look full of the Christmas Spirit. Prost!” She spoke in German then slurped her mulled wine. “Merry Christmas, Grandma.” Sonja greeted. She laid Reila down on her belly on a soft red quilt in front of the gowing Christmas tree and mounds of presents in shiny wrapping paper. All those pretty packages tied a cold knot of dread in Reila’s stomach. Sonja was flat broke; she couldn’t afford presents. Great Grandma Uschi would never be so extravagant. They could only be from one person, and it wasn’t Santa who had visited last night. Reila tried to get up on her hands and knees, to crawl and see just how much damage Azrael’s presents would wreak. Her limbs felt like rubber; her elbows wouldn’t straighten and her legs folded and flopped soon as she got them under her. It took all her strength and coordination just to hold her head up. Sonja picked up a cookie and curled up on the couch. “Look, she’s trying to crawl. That’s so cute.” She nibbled her cooke and shared a smile with Uschi. “It’s nice having family for Christmas. And another adult to talk to. America was very lonely. It was just me and Reila...but that all seems so far away now. Like a dream.” She paused, face scrunching up. “Speaking of dreams, I had the strangest one last night. Reila was all grown up, but she was an unholy terror and I was at my wits’ end.” Her German flowed with minimal stumbling, almost comfortable on her tongue. Reila lay quietly, ignoring the taunting, merry presents she could not reach. Instead, she listened intently to the adults’ conversation, concentrating on translating the words from German to English in her head. She was nowhere near as fluent as Sonja and struggled to keep up. Their small talk was safer than thinking about her new station in life. Uschi’s smile was warm but mysterious. “Sounds more like a nightmare than a dream. Good thing she’s just a little baby, and you can raise her right.” She looked down at Reila lying on the floor and winked, as if sharing and laughing a private joke.

Part 9 I didn't want to go first. "Kara," I said, barely conscious of the way I was squeezing Eleni, my arms wrapped around her midsection, the scent of her in my nostrils. In that moment, she was my security blanket. "I'm sorry." I don't know exactly what I expected from Lana's Pet - barely controlled fury seemed the most likely response, it seemed to be her default with me. Maybe a cold shoulder or a rude gesture. I expected venom, I expected malice... I didn't expect the tears. It just wasn't like her. Kara and I had been mostly-playfully feuding for years - she'd pretend she didn't want to be a Pet, she'd resist and fuss and complain and eventually she'd give in. I'd tease her about her place and pick on her, and then Lana would bring her the kind of joy only a Keeper could bring. It was a dance we had done forever - she was never really mad at me, her bluster always put her exactly where she wanted to be... under Lana. Her quiet tears caught my by surprise. Eleni squeezed her arms around mine - I had her firmly in my embrace, holding my precious Pet in my lap for this awkward conversation. I winced as I half-expected Eleni to begin to cry as well. "Kara?" I asked softly. "I'm sorry. What I did to you was wrong, it was- " Lana's blonde Pet's quiet tears gave way to a wracking sob, and moments later her face was buried in Lana's shoulder as my best friend stroked her hair, her back, murmuring soothing sounds to the girl. "I don't want to live here anymore," Kara choked out between sobs, her fingers tangled in Lana's shirt. I felt Eleni quiver in my lap. "Don't leave," my Pet squeaked, slipping down off my lap and scampering quickly to Lana's chair. "Please - you're the only other Pet I know. There's so much I want to learn, there's so much- " "Eleni," I said softly but firmly, frowning. The effect was instantaneous, Eleni ducked her head and crawled back over to me, wrapping her entire body around one of my legs as I reached down to stroke her impossibly soft red hair. "I'm afraid of her!" Kara cried, still shaking. "What?" Eleni and I asked in unison, though in different tones - different flavors of surprise. Mine a sort of shock, the unexpected appearing abruptly... Eleni's, on the other hand, was the sound of a sudden, unforeseen wound. A sound of pain. My heart clenched and without a thought, I slipped my hands under her arms and lifted her back to her place on my lap, holding her close. "I'm afraid of her," Kara repeated. "She... she hurt me and I'm afraid of her." "What... what are we supposed to do? Are you moving out?" the unsteadiness of my own voice caught me by surprise. For the first time, this seemed like a real possibility. Kara had tried in the past to convince Lana - my best friend forever - to leave, to get their own place... but until this very moment, it hadn't seemed remotely possible. But now, knowing that intense desire to comfort and console a Pet, I wasn't so sure she'd choose me. The thought was deeply unpleasant. "We're not moving out," Lana replied gently, slipping an arm under Kara's knees and sweeping her legs up as she cuddled her Pet. "We're not going anywhere. We're going to figure this out." "How?" I asked, squeezing my own Eleni tightly. Her panic was subsiding with Lana's assurances. "Well, how would we handle this with animals?" Lana asked, stroking Kara's hair. Her Pet did not seem pleased by the question, but held her tongue. "We'd keep them in adjacent rooms and let them smell each other through the door?" I suggested. "I'm not an animal!" Kara couldn't hold it in any longer, apparently. "I'm not going to sniff her!" "You said her scent was bothering you," Lana offered, drawing a wince from Eleni. "Is it or isn't it?" "Well," Kara frowned, "yes, but... " "What are your Pet instincts telling you about Eleni?" "That I should... " the blonde Pet began, "that she's going to bite me. That she's the boss. That I should... " She trailed off, embarrassed until Lana prompted her, long fingers through her blonde waves, "... that I should show her my belly." The words hung in the air for a moment as Lana and I shared a look. "Eleni," I kissed my Pet's beautiful, soft cheek, "would you lay face up on the floor with your hands under you?" Without a word, without hesitation, my Pet obeyed. The simple act filling me with pleasure and pride as she stepped to the center of the space between Lana and I, naked save for that lovely pink diaper that crinkled with every step, promising me that she needed me for even the most basic of things. She took her place, hands underneath her, staring up at the ceiling and waiting, patient, unquestioning. "Good girl," I praised her, crossing my legs and savoring the tingle that I felt from watching her prostrate herself. She had been mine less than a week and every sign of submission, every gift she gave to me was precious and exciting. I had hoped that the look we shared, my best friend and I, would say it all. We used to have entire conversations without saying a word, just minute shifts in expression. I didn't realize how much I missed that connection until that very moment. Since Kara came into Lana's life, we hadn't been quite as close. It had been Lana and I forever, my entire adult life - we had befriended Marcie a few years before Lana Bonded, but she hadn't disrupted my dynamic with Lana that same way, not like a Pet. Honestly, personally, I hadn't expected Lana to Bond, ever. She hadn't seemed the type. When she had, at first, it had been exciting - my best friend and her Pet... and I hadn't realized until just then, when my own Pet was laying on the floor, obedient and calm, how much I missed my old connection with Lana. It would never be the same, we would never have what we once did, but as fellow Keepers... I hoped that we could find a new silent language, with a new shared connection. Lana rose from her seat, cradling Kara. She took a step toward Eleni before sitting her Pet on the ground next to mine. * * * My heart would not stop pounding as Lana, my Keeper, stepped closer to Eleni. She shouldn't be a threat, this shouldn't be scary - she was tiny. She was this small, helpless girl. I could see that, but I didn't feel that. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed calmly, naked on the floor except for one of those ridiculous pink diapers. Mine was one of the soft green ones that I preferred - not as thick as those pink ones - that let me keep some modicum of dignity, and I wore a small t-shirt with a simple floral pattern on one shoulder and snaking down my right side, blue blossoms on a field of white. I had the advantage - I was clothed, she was nearly nude. I was sitting, she was laying. And yet I wanted nothing more than to back away, to crawl back into Lana's lap, to hide behind her legs. To hide in my cage. Eleni's head turned ever so slightly toward me as I sat, trembling, next to her. I felt my bladder give way, re-warming the sodden padding that had been my constant companion these past couple of years as she moved, my body screaming at me to flee, but Lana's gentle hand on my shoulder kept me from running. I shook in place, even as I took in the look in Eleni's eyes. She was so sad. Those green eyes held such immense regret and shame, self-blame and self-loathing. She tilted her chin up, baring her throat to me... and then, as if the sun came out and burned away the fog, I could see her not as a predator, a threat, but as... well, a beautiful girl in a diaper. A Pet. Like me. "Eleni?" I whispered, my tremors finally calming. "Yes, Alpha?" she asked, her throat still vulnerable, waiting for me to strike. Her words brought heat to my cheeks as the shame of my actions renewed. "Please don't call me that," I said softly. "My name is Kara... and... I'd... I'd like to be your friend." She was so expressive. The moment the words passed my lips, her chest swelled, a smile spreading across her face that was as bright as the sun and as wide as the ocean. I drank in her beauty, seeing it anew, witnessing it through fresh eyes and a new perspective. Eleni wasn't my enemy, she wasn't a threat to me or my space... she was just a girl whose life had just changed drastically. "You may get up," Celia's voice floated across the room, snapping me out of my thoughts. I hadn't even realized that she was still obeying Celia's order. I blinked my surprise as Eleni sat up and tackled me, wrapping her arms around me as a happy sound came from her mouth. I wasn't scared. I didn't panic. With a grin, I wrapped my arms around her as well, returning her hug. "I'm so happy!" Eleni squeaked into my shoulder, jiggling up and down slightly. The cynical part of me wondered if I had made a mistake, even as a wry smile spread across my lips. "I always wanted to have a Pet friend, I really didn't like the idea of you leaving!" "We're not leaving," Lana assured her. "Well, we're not moving out. We do need to go though - you need a cage of your own and we need to get a carrier for Celia's car, you can't keep riding around in the trunk." "I don't mind," Eleni said quietly as the hug broke, as she scooted back toward Celia and wrapped herself around the infuriating woman's leg again. I felt conflicted - irritated that she was Bound to Celia, that she'd never see how frustrating Celia could be at times. The Bond wouldn't let her. "You're going to ride in my carrier," I interjected. "We're all going to go together, and I'm going to help pick out your stuff. I want you to be comfortable." Her eyes shined in wordless gratitude as she smiled at me, but it was all whisked away by Lana's hand on the back of my neck, scritching and scruffing, twining her fingers in my hair. "Good girl, Kara," she cooed, sending warm tingles across my skin and down my spine. "Go get your leash and let's go shopping, hmm?"

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

Gee, at first I thought you lived somewhat close to me when you said you are from hell. I live in Michigan and there is a town named Hell. https://www.gotohellmi.com/

Thanks for your kind words. I do feel my own case was an unfortunate situation which had to be so that, as you say, I could save my own life. I was totally blind to being trans just as Vanessa was blind to her issues. Yes, hers were truly wrong while mine were circumstantial. I didn't do wrong; I actually did the only thing I could do and that is to survive. There are times when all of that blurs and I guess that's my point about the story. We are all benefactors and victims of our past made up of all those around us, our own genetic make-up, and the attitudes we develop over time. I think you've done a masterful job of portraying that in all the main characters, their strengths and weaknesses, their illnesses and hangups.

I started wetting the bed again at age 13 without any protection. I had been a nightly bedwetter until about age 11 then I stopped. At first I would pee in my pants and try not to get the bed wet but later I started completely soaking my bed. I had wet the mattress to the point to where it was covered with big pee stained rings. My mom would take the sheets off, open the window and point a fan at the mattress to try and dry it out. I would get out of bed in the morning and be wet from my chest to my knees and mom would say strip your sheets and put those clothes in the washer.

Melissa went to bed that night thinking about everything that was happening in her life. As she laid in her cozy bed, she thought about her future and what is was going to be like. Feeling her thick diaper crinkling on her crotch, she wondered what it would be like to be laying in bed without a diaper? What would it be like if she told her parents that she didnt want diapers? What if her parents really thought that she was having accidents and when she tells them that she doesnt want diapers anymore, then they will be angry and know that she was doing all of this on purpose. Just then Melissa looked around her room and wondered what if she just kept embracing her diapers. She pictured her room looking like a babies, with princess stuff all over and tons of stuffed animals. Then she pictured herself laying in a crib instead of her bed. As Melissa was thinking about all of these wonderful things she felt comfy. Soon she was asleep with the happy thoughts of being a baby in her mind. Melissa slowly opened up her eyes. The sun was gleaming through her window, lighting up her big girl room. Melissa sighed as she remembered the warm feeling she had inside while thinking about being in a baby room. She sat up and felt how squishy and soggy her diaper was, just then the warm fuzzy feelings climbed right back into her mind. With a blank smile on her face Melissa said to herself, "This is it, I will be as little as possible for the next few days and see how I like it". Melissa rolled over on her tummy, keeping her diapered butt in the air, then slid one leg off of her bed. One foot was now on the ground, one arm dangling off of her bed, her other leg and arm was sprawled across her bed still. In this position Melissas crotch was right at the corner of her bed, with the bed pushing up against her diapered crotch. She wiggled her butt, then slid the rest of her body down to her floor. Melissa then crawled over to her bathroom. She noticed herself in her mirror and saw how saggy her butt was. Melissa dropped her head and looked at the front of her diaper. it was so cute how her diaper hung down off of her body, she thought, just like a baby who was in the same diaper for hours. She then dropped her head all the way to the floor and lifted her knees off the ground, looking at herself in the mirror from between her legs. The typical toddler look, she thought. Just then she realized how much she had to poop. Melissa dropped back down to her knees and started to relax her butt. Just then Melissa had an idea to go downstairs and make this as baby like as possible. She quickly hopped to her feet and hopped all the way out of her room and down the stairs. Just as she reached the bottom she saw her whole family sitting in the living room, then reality set in again for Melissa. Frozen, she was unable to react fast enough as she felt a big load of poopoo's start to load the back of her diaper. "Uh, oh" she thought. Immediately Melissa regressed and clinched her legs together feeling her poopy butt squish. She stuck her finder in her mouth and waddled up to her mother. "Mommy I need my diapy changed," Melissa said in a cute little girls voice. Just then her mother turned her around and said "Yes baby, somebody is stinky". Her mother instructed her to run upstairs and get ready for her. Melissa then hopped all the way back upstairs with her diaper bouncing and crinkling with every hop. She laid there a while feeling like a complete baby and loving every minute of it. Melissa was lifting her legs into the air and spreading her legs and feeling her messy diaper shift and squish between her thighs. Just then her mom walked into her room with a fresh diaper and supplies. Melissa laid quietly as her mother walked towards her. Her mother stopped right before she untaped Melissas diaper and said, "Melissa sweetie, we need to have a talk".

The rest of the ride home Melissa hung out in the back of the car. She used this long drive home to daydream about becoming a baby and spending all day at home playing with toys, watching cartoons, using her diaper, not having to feed herself. Every so often she would come back to reality and see that she was in the car driving home with her whole family. She would look up front at her parents and wonder what they must be thinking about her. A lot of reflection went on during the trip home, and when they arrived Melissa was more confused as ever. She had just spent an amazing vacation with her whole family while wearing a diaper and playing as a toddler. Melissa slipped over the middle seats to hop out of the car when she realized that her legs were extremely cold. Just then she looked down to see that her pants were soaked. As quickly as possible Melissa hopped out of the car and ran up to her room before her parents could notice. She wasnt sure if she should just go hop on her bed like a baby and pretend she didnt notice, or if she should change her pants and wait for her mom to do her diaper. She decided that either way she was going to stay in her dirty diaper so she just hopped up on her bed. She heard some scuffling downstairs so melissa stuck her head out to hear what everyone was talking about. "I cannot believe she peed that much in the car" her father said. "Its my fault, I should have been checking her" said her mom. Melissa hopped back into her bed, wondering what she had done. She was very surprised that she didnt think about going to the bathroom and simply wet her diapers without thinking about it. Was she becoming diaper dependent? Soon Melissas focus turned to her soaked pants. "I cannot beleive this is real" she thought to herself. Placing her hand right on her diapered crotch she could feel how squishy and saggy her diaper was. She then smiled at how wonderful her diaper felt. Melissa slightly bounced on her bed to feel the pee pee in her diaper squish around. She then took her finger and poked her diaper and saw her finger mark impression stay. With a huge smile on her face, Melissa starting squeezing her legs together and bouncing and playing with her diaper. All of the sudden she heard footsteps coming up to her room. With a quickness Melissa hopped off of her bed and walked out of her room to greet her mom who was walking up to see her. "Mom, Im so sorry" Melissa said with a forced frown. She still had a diaper on that was sagging down to her knees and she had no worries about hiding anything. Melissa realized that she could pee right now in front of her mom and it wouldnt be a big deal. It would simply be thought of as a baby peeing her leaky diaper. Melissas mother walked Melissa back into her room and laid her down to change her diaper. While laying there Melissa felt so lucky to be getting her diaper changed by someone she loves so much. Her mother wiped her up and lifted her legs, all the while Melissa thinking about how she was actually getting her diaper changed. It was almost as if everything that has been happening to her was catching up to her at this very moment. She was laying on her bed having her diaper changed. She didnt have to do one thing, but lay there and get clean. When melissa was in a new fresh diaper she was so relieved and regressed that she didnt put pants back on. Just ran downstairs in a shirt and diaper. She ran all the way into the living room and hopped on the couch with the rest of the family. When she landed, powder squirted out of her diaper, and the scent of baby powder reminded her of how fresh her diaper was. While watching TV melissa started to come back to reality again, and realize that she was in a diaper and shirt around her family. What was she doing? Is she going to do this forever now? Why does she want to do this? All of these thoughts started coming back to her as she watched TV with her family. Is it too late to go back? Has she already started down her path? What if she doesnt want to do this anymore?